#but that's alright i will just enjoy the options inside my brain

[abbeyofcyn]

#rottmnt #art #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #future leo #future mikey #sketches #instead of hugging or asking for a hug I just bump into them #mostly my mum or sister #they get it #you couldve sent donnie to the future #you couldve had awkward donnie and strict leo #but that's alright i will just enjoy the options inside my brain #and try to continue the comic soon

[kennarose1108]

My World (Negan Smith x Reader !DAUGHTER OF RICK!)

*SO I MADE THIS FOREVER AGO AND I WANTED TO FINISH IT AND UPLOAD IT... I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY, PART 2 IS IN A LINK AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS STORY*

You had been with Negan and his group for the last ten months and you knew Negan wasn't the cleanest man on earth. You knew he was doing things... Horrific things to people but you try to turn a blind eye to it. Negan was the best thing that had happened to you since the apocalypse happened. You were alone up until Negan found you on the verge of starving to death.

And over the months your and Negan's relationship had blossomed into something unexpected. He was a lot older than you. You were twenty-six years old and Negan was forty-five... I mean hell he was older than your father would be... Your father...

You were in college when the apocalypse broke out and you prayed your family was okay. After a while, you finally made it back to your family's home to find it completely ransacked and everybody was missing. You went to the hospital where you heard your father was staying after his accident but you didn't even attempt to go inside as it was completely guarded by the dead.

But everything seemed to be okay now... You stayed out of Negan's business as much as you could but today was different. "I need you to go," Negan says. "Why? You have Simon and all your men why do you need me?" You ask while crossing your arms over your chest.

"We made a deal with these people but they're on the more dangerous side than most people we've dealt with. We need everybody." He explains and you sigh deeply. "I don't want to be involved with your 'business deals' Negan. You know how I feel about it." You say with a shrug. "And I don't believe these people willingly made a deal with you either." You say while raising your eyebrows and he chuckles slightly. "Alright, you got me there." He says while standing up from his seat. "These people killed a whole outpost of men for their supplies so we gave them an option of... We raid their shit and we let them live." He shrugs. "No harm, no foul." He says while grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. "I just want everybody there in case shit hits the fan. We need to defend ourselves." Negan explains.

"Mhm... What's the actual reason you want me to go? Because we both know I'm only good at killing the dead ones... Not the live ones." You say while squinting your eyes at him. He stares at you for a moment before sighing deeply with a smirk. "You see right through me every time.." He chuckles. "...You're going to be here all by yourself. I don't want you to be alone if something happens here. At least I know if you came with me I can protect you." He says while leaning his forehead against yours.

You clenched your jaw and slightly glared at him before groaning out a 'fine'. He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Let's get going then."

When you made it out to the trucks Negan ordered you to stay inside of the car until the gates were open. When you made it to the place called Alexandria you sat in the truck with one of Negan's men. You weren't paying attention entirely until the man dropped a heavy gun in your lap. You had no idea how to use it so it was clear it was given to you for threatening purposes. "It's safe now." The man says. You nodded and took a step out of the truck, the man following your steps on the other side.

You were looking down at the ground as you took a few steps. You finally looked up and looked at the people around the gate. There was a woman who looked hardcore and angry and a man who looked confused and kinda wimpy... Then your eyes landed on another man. Your eyes widened as your brain processed what you were seeing, hoping it wasn't another hallucination that you saw so much when you were dehydrated.

But you weren't dehydrated and this wasn't a hallucination. Your lips parted as a soft gasp escaped your lips. The gun you were holding onto fell from your hands and that's when you finally got the man's attention. Your body shook as he gave you a look of confusion into a look of disbelief, the same look you gave him. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your body shook from the feeling of adrenalin and pure shock coursing through your veins.

Negan looked at you and then at him, confused about what was going on, and that's when you let out a shaky breath, "Dad?" You mumble. "Oh my god.." He whispered. You let out a shaky chuckle as tears finally fell from your eyes. "DAD!" You yelled as you ran full force towards him. Your arms swung open and wrapped around his neck as his arms slung tightly around your body. Your legs shook as you were barely able to keep yourself upright... If it wasn't for his tight grip on you, you would've fallen to the floor. You cried into his shoulder and held onto him tightly before pulling away. "I thought you were dead." You managed to choke out.

Negan stared at you both in disbelief and horror. He also felt stupid for not putting two and two together since you both had the same last name. "Is Carl...?" He nodded. "He's alive." You sigh in relief as a smile appears on your face. "And mom?" You ask. He just stares at you. Your smile slowly fades as you cover your mouth with your hand in disbelief. You let out a shaky 'oh' as you pulled away.

Your father's eyes flicked from you to Negan before looking back at you. "You're with him?" He asks. You nod your head as you wipe a tear that fell from your eyes. "How 'bout you go around Alexandria and look for your brother? Me and your dad have some things to discuss." Negan says while getting behind you and grabbing your shoulders and giving Rick a teasing smile. "Yeah... Yeah, that's a good idea." Rick says while glaring at Negan. You walked away from Negan's grip and you walked around the streets, getting the occasional glare from some of the people that live in Alexandria which made you frown.

But as you walked your eyes fell on a boy walking down the steps from his porch. You squinted your eyes and tried to make out the face of the person. It was hard to tell at first since he had a patch over his eye but you’d recognized that face anywhere.

You smiled and yelled out his name. He looked around for a moment before turning in your direction, his eyes falling onto yours. You smiled as his face turned from confusion to disbelief. With adrenaline coursing through your veins you ran towards him full force. He did the same and you both met in between and practically collapsed into each other. You both kept each other on your feet as you hugged each other tightly. After a minute you pulled away and cupped his face, tears going down both of your faces. “You’ve grown so much.” You chuckle. “I thought you were dead,” Carl says with a slight gasp. “Can’t get rid of me that easily little brother.” You say with a chuckle. You look at the patch on his eye and you slightly frown. “What happened?” You ask your thumb lightly brushing against the edge of it.

“I was shot,” Carl explains. Your eyes widen and you laugh. “You were shot in the face and you survived?! Holy shit I wish Dad informed me how much of a badass you were before I found you.” He chuckles. His eyes then glance to the ground and his smile disappears, he seems to be lost in thought. His eyes flicked back up to you and he sighed. “I have to show you something,” Carl says while backing off and walking back towards the house he came out of.

You follow him into the house and up the stairs. Carl stops in front of a door that was off to the side and he slowly opens it. Your eyes travel to the inside of the room until you see a little girl in a crib. You take a few steps inside and slightly gasp. “Who’s this?” You ask while walking towards her. “That’s Judith. Our sister.” Your head snapped towards him and your eyes widen. “Is that how mom…” He didn’t say anything which was an answer in itself. You nodded and looked back at the little girl. You chuckle and lifted her out of the crib and held her against your body. “Oh my… You are gorgeous.” You say while admiring her little face. But the moment was ruined by the sound of doors slamming open and people talking loudly downstairs. “Hide her.” Carl orders. You quickly put Judith down and left the room with Carl, shutting the door right on time as Simon came running up the steps.

He eyed you and Carl and you both kept your composure. “Everything good up here?” He asks. “Yes. Everything’s fine.” You say with a slight smile. He glanced at the door next to you both and gave you another weird look. “What’s in there?” Simon asks while nodding to the door. “Nothing. The room is empty. Carl was giving me a tour of his home and he offered to let me stay in this room when they get it furnished.” You say with a stern tone of voice.

“Hm... You should talk to Negan about that.” You wanted to argue back and say you were a grown woman and didn’t need his permission but you decided it would be best to keep your mouth shut in this situation. “Come on Carl. Let’s go downstairs.” You say while putting your arm around Carl’s shoulders and pulling him forward, not keeping your eyes off Simon until you went past him. When you made it downstairs Carl was staring in horror at the people in his home taking pretty much everything. “They’re taking all of our medicine,” Carl says. “We hid them here because they said they’d only take half,” Carl says while pulling away from you. “Carl-“ “No!” Carl yelled while grabbing a gun and going after them. “Carl DON’T-!” But it was too late.

A gunshot rang through the air causing you to jump. You quickly ran into the room and luckily everyone was okay, but Carl had a gun to one of Negan’s men. “Put them back, or the next one goes in you.” Carl threatens. “Kid… What do you think happens next?” The man laughed. “Carl.” You managed to get yourself in between the gun and the man and you were trying to calm him down. “Get out of the way.” “Carl don’t.” You warned. “Move.” “If you don’t put the gun down the punishment will be-“ You stopped yourself as you saw your dad running into the room, you knew Negan wasn’t too far behind so you kept your mouth shut.

Your father tried talking the same sense to Carl as Negan walked in. His eyes darted between the gun and you and he knew he had to intervene. Negan walked over to you both and stood next to you and got into Carl's line of sight. Negan chuckles. "Really kid?" He says with a smirk.

"You should go... Before you find out how dangerous we all are." Carl warns. You swallowed the lump in your throat and gave him a pleading look. "Well pardon me, young man, excuse the shit out of my goddamn French but... Did you just threaten me?" Negan asks. "Look I get threatening Davie here... But I can't have it, not him, not me-" "Carl just put it down-" "Don't be rude Rick we are having a conversation here." Your father and Negan argue back and forth. You continue to stare at Carl with pleading eyes as you knew if Carl pushed his limits or broke a rule no amount of begging would stop Negan... Not even for you. "Now boy... Where were we?" He asks.

"Oh yeah! Your giant man-sized balls. No threatening us. Listen I like you... I don't want to go hard proving a point here, especially in front of the lady here, and you don't want that. I said half your shit and half is what I say it is." Negan says in more of a more serious tone of voice. "I'm serious. Do you want me to prove how serious... Again?" Negan warns.

Carl stares at him then looks at you. You shook your head slightly and he sighed deeply. He moved his hand so the handle of the gun was facing you. Your trembling hands slowly grabbed the gun from his hands and held it to your side.

Negan turned to your father and started ranting to him and you grabbed Carl's shoulders. "What the hell is wrong with you?" You whisper to him. "They were taking our stuff," Carl argued. "You can always get that shit back! He'll kill you or someone else here and you can't get back." You hissed at him. "And you.." Negan turned to you both. You turned your head to him and saw him staring at you. He lifted his hand and wiggled his pointer and middle finger towards you telling you to give him the gun. You handed him the gun and he put it in his pocket.

"Rick go and get that stuff together for me will ya? And you... Come with me." He says while not moving his gaze from yours. You nodded and followed him out of the home. You followed him down the street and in between some houses. He then suddenly spun around and grabbed your arms softly. "I don't want you doing that shit again," Negan says sternly. "I knew he wasn't going to shoot me." You argued. Negan shook his head and sighed deeply. "I do not care. There is no damn reason for you to EVER stand in front of a gun. Ever." He says with a shake of his head. "Scared the hell out of me." He says while placing a kiss on your temple.

"I'm sorry.." You say with a frown. "Don't be sorry. I know you were trying to de-escalate the situation and I respect that... I just don't want you to get hurt." He says while cupping your face with his hands. "He's my brother. He wouldn't have hurt me." "I can't take that chance." He shakes his head. "I don't care if there's a 99% chance or a 0.01% chance. It's not an option." He says. “Understand?” He asks. You nodded and he smiled.

He kissed you on the cheek and pulled you in for a hug. You both stayed like that for a moment before Negan pulled away, giving you a tight squeeze before letting you move away from him. “Let’s go darlin’,” Negan says while lightly placing his hand on your lower back and leading you along.

You walked with Negan until you met up with your father and some of Negan’s men in front of a small bunker. The door to the bunker slowly opens to show a woman. “I… Figured you were coming.” She says nervously. “Show him where the guns are, Olivia.” Your father says. She nodded and you all walked inside. “You run the show in here?” Negan asks. “I just keep track of it all, the rations, the guns,” She explains. “Good. Smart. Don’t let me stop you. Arat, boys... Show ‘em the goods.” He smirks as everyone walks off. “Wait, wait, wait.” Negan stops your father.

“While they’re at it, I just want to point out to you that I’m not taking a scrap of your food. Slim pickin’s in here.” Negan says while pointing out the little to no food on the shelves. “And I can’t be the only one to notice that you got a fuckin’ fat lady in charge of keeping track of rations can I?” Negan says and you turn to him, “Negan.” You smack his arm and he puts his hands up. “Am I wrong?” He asks. “Yes. Don’t be an asshole.” You roll your eyes. He chuckles and slightly leans into Rick, “She keeps me on my toes.” Rick glares at him and he slightly leans back.

Negan looks at Rick, then at you, then at Rick again. “Y’know I just realized… We’re family now aren’t we?” You closed your eyes and cringed. “I mean… Should I call you dad or something?” Negan asks while slowly dragging his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close to his side.

Rick’s eyes flicked over to you and you swallowed another ball in your throat and you let out a deep sigh. “Right?” Negan asks. “Stop.” You whisper to him while giving him a pleading look. He wanted to keep going just to poke the bear some more but he didn’t want to continue if you were uncomfortable. He cared more for your feelings than his ego. “…Either way, you starve to death, I don’t get shit, so for now, you get to keep all the food. How ‘bout that?” Negan says, still keeping his arm around your shoulders.

Negan and Rick stare at each other for a few moments. A very awkward few moments. “What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know, Rick. How about a thank you.” Negan says while moving away from you and getting into your father’s face. “You think that might be in order? Or is that too much to ask?!” Negan yells. “Jesus stop!” You grab Negan’s arm and push him away from your father.

“Haven’t you done enough?” “All I’m asking for is a thank you.” You scoff. “I think we both know they have nothing to be thanking you for.” You shake your head at him before walking out of the bunker and down the streets of Alexandria. You stopped in front of Rick and Carl’s home and you sat on the steps, rethinking everything.

You placed your elbow on your knee and rested your forehead in your hand. You sat like that for a while before a familiar figure walked into your view. They stood there for a moment before slowly sitting next to you on the steps. “You angry with me?” He asks. You sigh and close your eyes. “What do you think?” You say with an annoyed tone of voice. “Why?” You turn to glare at him. “Why? Are you kidding me?” You say. “Is it because of Rick?” Negan asks. “Jesus no!” You yell. “…Well it doesn’t help.” You say while looking forward. “You know I don’t like being a part of this shit. I don’t like seeing this side of you... Especially since I know you did something bad to these people.” You say with your voice slightly cracking as tears filled in your eyes. You shake your head, not wanting to ask this question but you feel you have no choice.

“What did you do? I’m going to hear it from somebody so it might as well be from you.” He stares at you, he didn’t want you to find out. “I killed two of their people in front of them. One of them had a wife and she was sick. She witnessed it all… She didn’t make it.” Your mouth flew agape and your body tensed.

“Oh my god… And you expect a ‘thank you’ from these people!?” You stand on your feet and glare at him. “You say people are a resource and need to be protected but it’s all a lie!” You shout. “It’s not a lie.” He stands up to meet your level but instead, he just towers over you, making you feel inferior to him.

“People are a resource and need to be protected but rules need to be set and if they are broken there are punishments.” He argues. “And killing people in the answer?” You scoff. “You’re torturing these poor people and for what? Surviving?” “Killing off my men. That’s what.” He hisses while stepping forward and getting in your face. “Not like your men didn’t deserve it anyways. Most of them are criminals, rapists, or killers. But I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree does it?” You say while slowly looking at him up and down. Negan was seething, nobody spoke to him like this and he was getting pissed. “Watch your mouth.” “Or what? You’ll kill me?” You chuckled. “You don’t got the balls.” You hissed. It took all his might to not snap and lash out at you but he realized that it wouldn’t fix anything and you had every right to be angry.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t be any less angry with your words. “I have done everything for you. I have fought for you, I have killed for you, I put food in your belly and a roof over your head. I deserve goddamn respect.” He said in a low and threatening tone of voice. You shake your head. “I never asked you to save me.” You say, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“What did you expect me to do? Leave you there to die?” “You should’ve. It would’ve been easier for the both of us.” You snapped back. Negan leans back and stares at you in disbelief.

You didn’t mean what you said, you were thankful Negan saved your life. You remember the day he found you. You were in a gas station and you had been sitting there for about a day or two just waiting to die. Your face was pale and you were practically skin and bones. You were sitting in the backroom in the dark when you heard a roar of an engine and footsteps entering the building. You didn’t have the energy to get up and find them and your throat was too dry to call out for help, so you sat there until the door opened and the light of a flashlight crawled up your body and landed on your face. You cringed and looked away from the light. The person who was shining a light called a name and another pair of footsteps entered the room. That was when the person shining the light lowered it and you made eye contact with the man who walked in the room. “Holy shit... Are you alive?” He chuckled, getting closer to you.

His smile disappeared when he saw how sick you looked. He walked over to you and knelt at your level. “I’m Negan.” He says. You gave him a slightly confused look and Negan sighs. “Simon. Go get some water.” He orders while still staring down at you.

Simon quickly came back into the room with a water bottle and handed him the bottle. He opened it and he snaked his hand behind your neck and lifted you. You slightly groan as he pulls your head forward in front of the bottle. Your lips touched the bottle and slowly gulped down the water. If you weren’t so dehydrated there was a good chance you would’ve cried.

When you needed a break you moved your head back and leaned back against the wall. “Y/N.” You mumbled. “What?” Negan asks as you barely let out a whisper. “…My name is Y/N Grimes.” You say while shifting around. “How long have you been here?” Negan asks. “A couple of days…” You say before letting out a hoarse cough. Negan lifts the bottle back to your lips and you take a few more gulps. “Is there anyone else around here?” He asks. You shake your head, “No. I’ve been alone since the beginning of the apocalypse.” You explain. His eyes widen and he scoffs with a smirk. “No shit? Wow. Good for you for lasting so long.” He says with a wide smile.

“Yeah… It gets lonely though.” You say while lifting the corner of your lips to smile slightly. Negan stared at you for another minute before mumbling an ‘alright’ and closing the water bottle and handing it back to Simon. He stands up slightly and begins to put his hands under your knees and behind your back. “What… What are you doing?” You ask. “I’m going to take you back to my camp. We have a doctor and food and water..” He explains. “…Why? You don’t know me.” You ask. “People are a resource. They need to be protected… And you won't survive much longer if I leave you here.” He explains. You nodded and he continued to pick you up.

You groaned as your body ached. Your muscles were so tense from sitting there for so long that just a slight movement caused your whole body to ache in pain. “We’ll get you patched up... It’ll be okay.”

And here you are… Many months later arguing with the man who saved your life. He stared down at you and he clenched his jaw. You could see on his face he wasn’t angry anymore, he was hurt. You didn’t expect it to hurt him in all honesty because Negan has been told a lot worse than what you said. But it did hurt him... And he didn’t know what to do about it. He sighed and looked around for a moment. “Head over to the truck.. We’re going to be leaving in a few minutes.” Was the only thing he managed to get out. Without looking at you he walks down the steps of the porch and down the street.

You stifled a sob and wiped the tears that had fallen down your face. After you pulled yourself together you walked over to the truck and saw David in the face of a young girl. “Say please again, little girl.” He chuckles. The girl lets out a ‘please’ and he smirks. “Yeah. One more time.” He says while running his finger down her cheek.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You yell out as you storm over to him. His head shoots towards you and you shove him away from the girl. “Who do you think you are?” David asks as he gets in your face. “Someone who will gladly put some fucker out of their misery.” You snapped back. “Now piss off.” You hissed. He glared at you and tried to walk away but you stopped him. You put our hand out, telling him to give you the item the girl wanted. He grumbled something under his breath and shoved the item in your hand. David walked away and you turned to the girl. “I’m sorry that happened…” You whisper as you handed her back the balloons. You squeezed her shoulder before walking off and following the truck.

“Get in the truck Y/N. Me and daddy dearest here gotta talk.” Negan says without looking at you. You glared at him and you were about to oblige his orders and get in the truck but you stopped yourself. You turned on your heel and walked over to your father and swung your arms over his shoulders. You both hugged each other tightly before Carl found his way under your arm and hugged you and your father as well.

When you finally pulled away you rested one hand on your father’s shoulder and the other on the side of Carl’s face. You gave them a soft smile as tears filled in all of your eyes. “I’ll be back. I promise.” You say in a low tone of voice as you run your thumb over Carl’s cheek to wipe away the tear that fell from his eye.

You give them another small smile before turning and walking away. Negan watched you closely as you walked past him, wiping your tears in the process. You sat in the van and stared down at the ground, trying not to cry anymore in the process. During the minutes of you sitting there, you looked over and saw Negan taunting your father. You balled your fists up and sighed in annoyance. You wanted to get out of the car and yell at Negan but you didn’t have the energy. You heard Negan chuckle as finally peeled himself away from your father and he got in the van next to you, Lucille in his hands. You looked down at your hands and furrowed your eyebrows. You didn’t want to even look at Negan... But you knew he was looking at you.

He made occasional glances at you in an obvious manner. He wanted your attention and in all honesty, he wanted you to feel slightly bad for what you said to him. But you never looked at him. Not even when you made it to the sanctuary and walked past him to get inside.

You ignored everybody and headed to your shared bedroom. When you finally made it to the bedroom that’s when you realized that the sun was setting and you sighed in relief. You were exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to fall into your bed and sleep the day away. You sat on the edge of the bed and buried your face in your hands. You sat for a while until you heard your bedroom door opening and closing. You glance up and saw Negan leaning against the doorframe and staring at you.

You wipe the tears that had fallen from your eyes and look to the side. Negan stares at you for a few more seconds before sighing and lightly smiling to himself, clearly thinking of a memory.

“Y’know… I remember the first time I saw you.” He says. “You were so frail and sick looking.” He says while slowly walking towards you. “I was worried if I touched you, you would shatter like a piece of glass.” He continues walking towards you. You look up at up and look at him through your hair. “But I knew you were a fighter. And even if I had left you there you would’ve fought yourself back to survival.” He says while kneeling in front of you. “Who would’ve thought you would fight yourself into my heart.” He says with a soft smile and gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

You look down at him with tears in your eyes and a frown on your face. “There’s no way I could’ve left you there because..” He sighs before continuing. “I fell in love with you the first time I saw you.” He says while resting his hand against your cheek and wiping the tears that had fallen.

“Look… You and I are not easy people to deal with. And together it’s even more difficult... But I wouldn’t change a thing.” He says while shaking his head, a soft smile on his lips. A small cry came out of my mouth and I close my eyes, "I-I didn't mean what I said... I didn't... I'm glad you found me I...* You say, your words stuttering a bit. "I know... I know baby..." Negan whispered while moving his hand up to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

"I just... I hate seeing this side of you, and knowing you're doing this to my family..." You say before taking a deep and shaky breath. "It hurts..." You mutter, just barely over a whisper. Negan frowns, "I know... But I have to be cruel to keep them in line." Negan says. You shake my head, "No... No, you don't." You say. Negan sighs, "Baby. Listen to me." Negan says while grabbing your cheeks between his hands, "I promise you... I won't hurt your family. I take my promises seriously and you know that." Negan says.

You nod and sniffle, "...Okay." I mumble. "Alright... Now come here...* Negan says while putting his arms out to you. You get off the bed and onto the floor in front of him and hug his torso tightly. He hugs you back tightly and lovingly. Negan would keep his promise... He wouldn't hurt your family, but everyone else in Alexandria was up for grabs... One thing Negan knew how to do...

Was how to manipulate.

PART 2

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THE WAY I FEEL INSIDE.

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader.

summary: you’ve been in love with aemond targaryen ever since your second year at boarding school, the only problem is that he doesn’t know it and you’ve never been good at lying to him.

content warnings: best friends to lovers, pining, hurt/comfort, love confessions, mentions of alcohol, swearing, basically two idiots in love. it is a little bit long.

note: hello, lovely reader ! i just want to say a few things before you start reading. this was one of my first works here on this app but in a different blog way back when i used to write for the marauders. this was actually written thinking about remus lupin and i edited it the best i could, so you’re probably still going to see some very poor grammar and it’s because i’d just started writing in english and because of that it is completely normal for me to still have problems writing in a language that isn’t mine. i really hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.

THE GREAT HALL IS A MESS in the morning and does not help with the migraine you woke up with, therefore you can’t focus on an essay that’s due today. it does not help that your friends are laughing and talking with each other either, it’s not like you’re good at paying attention to one thing when there’s a lot going on right next to you, so your attention shifts away to them not really listening to what they’re saying.

you’re still with your hands on your head looking directly at the book you have in front, trying to sort out the mess, when cregan’s voice startles you.

“you alright, love?” he asks from his seat in front of you, the hint of a smirk on his face.

“jus’ trying to finish this essay.” you say softly, closing the book and rubbing your tired eyes with the palm of your hand.

“i thought you finished it last night.” baela says, turning her head, body facing cregan. “you need help?”

“not really,” you give her a tired smile. “m’just tired, i didn’t sleep well last night.”

whatever baela says you can’t hear it because from the corner of your eyes you see aemond’s tall body getting closer to the table and sitting next to you. twenty minutes ago he was sitting at that same spot but left without saying a word, causing everyone to worry.

“here,” aemond gives you something, looking down you see a white pill in his open palm. “s’going to make you feel better.”

you don’t say anything, you just stare at those bright blue eyes and blushed cheeks. and he stares back, not paying attention to anyone but you.

you didn’t think aemond could do anything else to show how much he cares about you, but you were proved wrong. something as simple as this has your heart beating fast and tears filling your eyes, and you’re extra aware that he can hear the thump thump thump of your heart as much as you can see the frown that has taken over his face.

and you’re also aware your friends are watching, so you take a deep breath and the pill still sitting on his hand.

“always taking care of me, aem, thank you.” you mumble, laying your head on his shoulder.

you walk slowly through the halls, head in the clouds.

you were able to finish the essay on time, the migraine long gone, and the only reason you managed to do it was thanks to aemond because if he hadn’t gone to the infirmary then you’d still be sitting in the great hall eating your brains out.

at the thought of your best friend a smile makes its way on your face.

ever since you have known aemond he’s always been extra careful with you, extra attentive, extra caring. and you’re pretty sure it started during second year in boarding school when your parents sent you a letter saying they would not be home for christmas, which meant you had nowhere to go and no other option but to stay at the school alone. aemond was sitting close to you that day and saw the way you tried to hide your sadness with a small smile but weren’t able to keep the tears from falling, and when you left in such a hurry that you didn’t notice you had dropped the letter on your way out, that’s exactly when he decided to persuade his friends to stay. he didn’t mind lying or spending christmas at the school, he just wanted to see the pretty girl smile again.

you met the targaryens on christmas day your second year at boarding school when they were some of the few students who stayed too, and it was one of the best thing that ever happened in your life.

you fell in love with aemond targaryen on christmas day your second year at boarding school, though at that time you didn’t know and refused to accept it until fifth year.

you two fell into a routine in which you were a walking mess and he was right there next you ready to help you, or be a mess with you. always making sure you eat all your meals after he saw how on fourth year you stopped going to breakfast choosing to go straight to classes and how you always stayed at the library until there was no one left, so you were free to go to your dorm without worried glances from your friends. that was until you came down from the girls dormitories one morning, knowing everyone was at the great hall, everyone except aemond who was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs with an apple and a juice box in his right hand, and a shy smile on his face. always making sure you understood everything your professors said. always waiting for you after one particular class you two did not share once he witnessed some girls being mean to you. and you were always happy to lie next to him when he was feeling grouchy and scared, giving him comforting words and tracing the scar on his face, making him hide under his pillow with blushed cheeks; he looked after you and you looked after him, that’s your friendship. you always tried to convince yourself it was just a friend worrying for a friend, when in fact you were head over heels in love with the boy.

there have been a few occasions where all you wanted to do was tell him how much you love him; a lot more than a best friend should love her best friend. but every time you decided to finally do it, still afraid you would ruin the friendship but unable to hide how much you were feeling, something that would leave you with scattered pieces of your heart in your hands happened. because with each passing year while the feeling inside of you grew, and it grew and it grew, aemond showed you he didn’t feel the same way. and you knew he never did it on purpose, how could he if he didn’t know you were in love with him while he snogged different girls, running to talk to you about it and breaking your heart. you didn’t think you’d hate lying so much, but every time he sought advice from you, you hated every word that came out of your mouth, you hated the forced smile on your face, you hated how your eyes welled up with tears when he told you alys rivers stopped him after classes to tell him how handsome he looked that day, batting her eyelashes then coyly hiding behind her books. you hate how your chest physically aches when there is a party in the common hall because it means you’d have to see him flirt with a different girl all night. and that’s exactly why you stopped going to parties, giving a different excuse every time someone asked.

so you convinced yourself that everything you could ever have from aemond is his everlasting friendship. and that is better than not having aemond at all.

your walk comes to a stop when you see your friends sitting in the grass at the rugby pitch, in the distance cregan is giving his team a talk before the game, looking rather annoyed.

“cregan’s going to kill you if you don’t take this game seriously.” you say looking at your raven-haired friend, tossing your bag and sitting next to helaena. at this, jace throws you a half-eaten chocolate before taking his things and jogging to his friend.

“where were you?” baela asks, titling her head.

“professor gerardys wanted help with something, i said yes for a few extra points.” you shrug, bringing the chocolate to your mouth while looking around. instant regret crosses your features at the sight of your best friend sitting a few meters away with a bunch of people, his arm around alys river’s shoulders.

luke follows your gaze. “it looks like she finally took the courage to ask him out.”

“she asked him out!?” your voice comes out a little too loud for your liking and you really don’t like the look of pity that comes into your girl friends eyes. “well, it was about damn time.” you chuckle, though your friends know the reality behind those words.

“you coming tonight?” helaena asks, changing the subject and rubbing your arms, but looking straight ahead to baela, who is making fun of something luke said. “i think it’ll make you feel better,” her smile is pleading. “y´know you need it, forget the books for one night.”

you look at aemond one more time. “i think i deserve it.”

you are laughing as baela explains to two boys how jace was the one who helped win the match. “no, no! you don’t understand how important it is that jace did that,” she exclaims. “if he had gone to the left, then we wouldn’t be here.” the silver-haired shakes her head, taking a sip of her drink.

“i think they get it, baels.” you roll your eyes, rubbing shoulders with her. “don’t you, boys?” they nod eagerly, hiding their faces behind the cups filled with liquor.

your conversation is interrupted by someone leaning against the wall next to you. “hey, you.” aemond speaks after a moment of silence. “i didn’t think you’d be coming.”

“if you want i can go back to my dorm.” you mumble, trying to avoid his gaze. you know you shouldn’t be so cold with him, after all he’s done nothing to have you reacting this way, at least not something he’s aware of.

“that’s not what i said.” you’re not looking at him but you can sense the frown on his face. “i’m happy you’re here, i can’t remember when was the last time we party together.”

“well, i’m here now.” you clear your throat. “were you with alys rivers today?” you definitely shouldn’t have asked, you don’t even want to talk about it. you would rather hear about how jace is the best player on his team than to hear about how the older girl is stealing your best friend’s heart when you wish you were her. you want your heart to stop hurting and your mind to stop creating scenarios in which it is you who’s feeling the warm emanating from his body, the owner of his laugh… his heart.

“you saw us?” he doesn’t sound surprised.

“s’not like you two were being quiet.” you shrug, taking a sip of your beer.

“we all saw you.” baela explains, interrupting the conversation in your favor. “are you two like… together?” she asks what’s been going through your mind all day but were too afraid to ask.

aemond goes silent and all the blood leaves your face. that’s it, this is the final confirmation you needed to let aemond go—not like he was yours to lose—and you don’t want to hear it. your heart has been crushed so many times through the years you don’t think you could handle it one more time.

you straighten your shoulders and smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “if you’ll excuse me.” you try to fight the feeling that has settled in your belly, pushing away the pain in your chest, but it gets harder every second. you would think time would make it easier.

you try to hide the sound of your heart breaking by walking away, but aemond is having none of it. he grabs your wrist and you’re forced to stay right where you are. but you’re afraid. you fear that the longer you spend with aemond, the more emotionally unstable you become, eventually exposing yourself and your true feelings.

baela excuses herself, leaving you and your best friend alone, though the common hall is full, it feels like it is just the two of you.

“are you feeling alright?” he asks, confused. “you want me to go to the infirmary again? i’m sure they will ha—”

“jus’ stop it!” you cut him off, pushing him away.

he whispers your name. “i’m just trying to—”

“i didn’t ask you.”

“well, ouch.” aemond takes a step back, looking at you like you have two heads coming out of your body. “i know you didn’t ask me, but i want to.”

“m’not your fucking problem.” you mutter bitterly to yourself, but he hears it.

“did i do something to upset you?” he asks, genuinely worried. you can see the gears moving inside his head, like he’s really trying to remember what did he do.

you know you’re acting this way guided by your feelings and aemond has nothing, but everything actually, to do with it.

you take a deep breath. “i’m sorry, i’m not feeling well today.” you shake your head, taking two careful steps towards him. “you did nothing. i just need to lay down, i’ll see you in the morning.” you assure him with a smile.

but again, he’s grabbing your wrist before you can walk away. “i can go up with you.”

“you should worry about your girlfriend.” you nod, looking over his shoulder at alys rivers, who’s not even trying to hide the scowl on her face.

he doesn’t even look. “but you need me.”

he doesn’t deny it.

aemond doesn’t deny she’s his girlfriend.

“i don’t need you.” you get out of his grip and he doesn’t stop you.

once you are out of sight, you let all the tears fall.

you don’t know what time it is, but you still hear the music echoing. sighing, you roll on your back ready to go back to sleep when you hear what woke you up again. you can barely hear the thud coming from outside the dorm and the first thing that comes into your mind is that one of the girls is trying to open the door but is too drunk to do it, so you get out of bed.

there is, indeed, someone drunk behind the door. but this person has silver hair and blue eyes that, you are sure, look into your soul.

you suddenly remember you cried yourself to sleep and if he weren’t too drunk he’d notice how red your eyes are.

“what are you doing here, aemond?” you ask, helping him to his feet and inside your dorm.

“why do you hate me so much?” he drags the words, and you can smell the whisky every time he opens his mouth.

“i don’t hate you, silly.” you couldn’t help but laugh, carrying him to your bed. “maybe i do hate you a little bit right now. how much did you drink?”

“don’t know, lost the count.” he smiles while looking at you. “would you lay down with me?”

“okay, jus’ let me take off your shoes.” he keeps staring at you while you help him get rid of his jacket and shoes, he even smiles every time you make eye contact.

once you’re lying on your bed again, aemond turns to you. “why were you crying?” it doesn’t surprise you, really, he’s always been extra observant.

“i had a bad migraine.” you shrug, avoiding his gaze. but his slender fingers on your chin make you look directly at him. you try to steady your heart, pounding in your chest so hard you know he can hear it.

“yea’ right.” aemond mocks you. “after that pill i gave you this morning there’s no way you still had it.”

“maybe it wasn’t as effective as you thought.”

“would you stop for a second?” he grimaces, bringing his hands to his temple. “i can’t think straight and you already have my mind going in circles.”

“what does that mean?”

he sighs, caressing your cheek. “you don’t even notice.”

“notice what?” you ask, confused. he’s drunk and talking nonsense, and having him so close to you isn’t helping.

“that i’m—” he whispers, not breaking eye contact, air tick between the two of you. a part of you hopes his next words are the ones you were dying to hear for so long. you also hope you’re not dreaming when you see him lower his gaze to your lips. you’re extra aware of the proximity, you feel his breath on your face, combination of alcohol, cigarettes and just aemond. he parts his lips and you instantly close your eyes. “m’going to be sick.”

“what?” you open your eyes only to miss his warmth.

aemond rushes to the bathroom, face pale. you know he’s throwing up before you even get out of bed, and it doesn’t take long for you to be by his side.

aemond whines when you try to get closer, a wet cloth in hand. “don´t.”

“i’ll always hold your hand, aem.” you whisper, reminding him of the words he’s said to you a bunch of times. when you get closer again he doesn’t say anything and just lets you do your thing. “this is goin’ to make you feel better.” you say quietly, filling a glass of water and kneeling beside him.

aemond groans, resting against the wall behind him. you do the same. “you know,” he turns his head to you. “you are really, really pretty.”

your cheeks go red immediately and you know aemond notices that too, so you try to look somewhere else but his hands on your jaw don’t let you. and so you find yourself looking straight into his blue eyes, full of something you can’t figure it out. but he stares at you for a long time, or maybe it's just seconds, but you feel like he spends hours smiling at you with his eyes slightly closed, like you’re going to vanish if he stops and leave him there on the bathroom floor feeling pathetic.

“and you are really, really drunk.” your voice is barely a whisper, still looking at him.

“you don’t believe me? you don’t believe me.” he shakes his head, the smile growing. “you’re so oblivious.”

“m’not!” you complain, pulling his hand away.

you really don’t know what he’s talking about, but he doesn’t need to know that. he also does not need to know you’re feeling those familiar butterflies in your belly, the ones that appeared the first time he held your hand, leaving your entire body tingling.

“i should kiss you right now to see how oblivious you are after.” aemond says casually, as if he didn’t just say what you think he did.

“wh—what?” this time your eyes are fix on the bathroom floor; the tiles are more interesting than his eyes. oh but you know if you look at him again you’ll be completely lost. you know he’s drunk and saying things he doesn’t really feel because he doesn’t feel that way about you, right? suddenly, your eyes are on him again. “don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“but i mean it.” his eyes dart to your lips. when he looks up again, he realizes he’s been caught. “do you want to kiss me, sweet girl?” aemond moves closer, his face inches away from yours. of course you want to kiss him, you’ve been dreaming of it for years, and even in those dreams, it didn’t feel this surreal.

“why don’t you ask me again when you’re sober?” you shake your head, a smile making its way on your face. “and your breath stinks, by the way.”

aemond laughs, resting his head on your shoulder. your heart skips a beat because he doesn’t say anything, and when you are going to speak again not knowing exactly what to say but wanting to hear something from him, anything that could tell you how he really feels, aegon appears in the doorway.

“hey, lover boy, it’s time to go.” he kneels in front of you and his brother just groans, hiding behind your hair and inhaling your perfume.

“you smell nice.” the smile on his face is one of drunkenness.

and when you witness how aemond can barely stand, your heart breaks into tiny pieces. maybe aemond was just drunk, maybe he just wanted to kiss you because you were the only girl with him. you weren’t aemond’s first choice; you were his last.

you wake up feeling a little optimistic. you don’t know if aemond really meant what he said, but you are ready to face whatever his words may be, even if those words break your heart.

none of your friends are in the common hall when you go downstairs and, in all honesty, you don’t want to look for them, there's only one person in your head and you’re going to find him before all bravery leaves your body.

you are smiling widely when you step into the great hall, familiar faces sitting at the table but not the one you’re looking for. your smile falters when you get closer to your friends, all of them laughing and talking about the party last night. maybe he’s still asleep, maybe you’ll grab some food and bring it to him. maybe you could do that if he wasn’t sitting next to alys rivers at her table.

tears fill your eyes as you hear helaena’s voice calling your name, but all your attention is on aemond and the smile adorning his face. all you can hear before running out of there it’s his laugh. of course he wasn’t thinking straight, what were you thinking? he’s so charming and handsome, always helping others, always smelling good, always flirting with pretty girls in the hallways, always enjoying his popularity. he’s tall, agile and strong, smart; of course he needs a girl that can match with him, his needs. and you’re not that girl. you’re not popular, most of the time you are running late to classes, asking help from others, you don’t do sports and it shows, it’s a miracle if a boy flirts with you and if a boy does it, most of the time it’s because him or his friends want you to introduce them to your girlfriends. you are not that pretty either, you have bags under your eyes, you barely do make up and your hair is a disaster. what could aemond targaryen possibly like about you?

you barely make it to the stairs leading to your dorm when a hand grabs your wrist, heavy breathing behind you. “wait!”

“sorry, i forgot something,” you say quickly, wiping your tears with your free hand. “i’ll be back in a minute.”

he lets you go and you run to the stairs, before his words stop you. “i was really drunk las’ night, wasn’t i?”

“yes.” you say with a bitter laugh.

“shit— i think i threw up in your bathroom.” he laughs, and you hear his footsteps getting closer. “sorry ‘bout that.”

“it’s okay.” you smile even though he can’t see your face. “i need to grab this thing before class, you know how profess—“

“i’m sober now.”

your heart stops beating, everything around you stops. did you hear him right? you don’t dare to move, you can’t.

what could aemond targaryen possibly like about you?

“but i saw you with al—”

“she’s barely a friend.” he explains. “i don’t know if what you said last night was because you didn’t know how to reject me,” he starts saying, moving closer and closer to you. “but i’m here anyway. i can’t hide what i feel inside me anymore.” and that’s when you turn around.

he’s a few feet away, fidgeting with his hands and looking at you with that same something you saw last night.

“i’ve loved you since the first time i saw you. when—”

“when we met on second year.” you interrupt him, cocking your head to the side. of course you remember, because the letter you got from your parents that year was the reason your whole friendship started. you just can’t believe what you are hearing. now the tears streaming down your face have a different reason, one you did not think was possible.

he smiles sheepishly at you. “no—that was not the first time i saw you.” he scratches the back of his neck, meeting your gaze. “i saw you the first day of school, on the train. you were sitting next to baela and i remember thinking ‘god, i’ve never seen such a beautiful girl before’” he takes one step forward. “i remember thinking i was seeing an angel.” he chuckles, his face red and eyes glistening. “i’m seeing one right now.”

you can’t see due to the cascade coming from your eyes, you try to wipe it, only for them to be replaced with more tears. you didn’t think you could smile this big, to feel this happy, to feel this loved.

“i remember seeing you in classes, in the hallways… always so pretty.” he takes another step, this time only looking at your eyes, not fidgeting with his hands, not uncertainty in his words. “i was a silly, silly boy back then and didn’t know how to talk to you, so when on second year you got that letter,” he looks shy, his eyes meeting the floor. “i took it and convinced the boys to persuade our parents to stay. i wanted to stay with you, i wanted to see you smile again and—when i saw the smile you gave me, it was all worth it.”

you rush to him, face wet and blushed, and a heart beating so fast you think it’s going to explode. locking your arms around his neck, you softly press your lips to his in a kiss full of unspoken words, full of passion and love and tenderness. you are both crying and it’s wet, but oh so perfect.

“you love me?” you ask, smiling with teeth. you have never been so happy before, you have never felt so safe in someone’s arms as you feel in aemond’s; you have never felt so in love with aemond targaryen as you feel right now.

“i am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you.” aemond murmurs, lips curled in a grin, arms around your waist making you feel those butterflies you’ve experienced through the years once more.

“and i am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you, aemond targaryen.” you say softly, caressing his cheek. a new set of tears already falling down your face. “always have been.”

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[littlehypnone]

pet regressing and shape-shifting ghouls had taken over my brain and i had to scribble something little. have some otter rainy!

(tag for @sphylor as promised :3)

Dewdrop haven't seen Rain much that day, busy with chores that piled had up. He promised him earlier that they’d spend a nice, peaceful evening together, relaxing after the long day.

When Dewdrop is finishing up his work he sends a few texts to Rain, informing him of the fact and asking where they should meet and if there was anything specific he’d like to do.

No answer comes, though. Dewdrop shrugs, it means nothing. Rain probably busied himself with something or his phone simply died. It happens quite often.

Soon enough his chores are finished and he makes his way back to the den. He checks Rain’s room first, but it’s empty and there’s no fresh scent that would indicate he was in there recently. Dewdrop leaves and goes to his own room, hoping to find his mate there.

He opens the door and it does smell like Rain is in there—fresh smell of petrichor hanging in the air—but he can’t see him anywhere. The fire ghoul looks around and notices a pile of clothes (definitely not his own) at the top of his bed, by his pillows. Dewdrop furrows his brows.

“Rainy?” he calls out.

A little squeak reaches his ears and the pile of clothes moves slightly. Dewdrop sighs—realizing—but not in disappointment. He only hopes nothing bad had happened that would make Rain regress.

The fire ghoul closes the door and walks to the bed, crawling up onto it. Rain must feel him, because as soon as Dewdrop settles against the headboard, the pile moves again and the head of a little otter pokes out, squeaking. “Well, hello, little thing.”

Rain squeaks again, but doesn’t move to crawl into Dewdrop’s lap. That’s unusual, so the fire ghoul reaches for the hoodie and peaks inside.

“Awww,” he coos quietly, smiling. Rain must’ve grabbed his axolotl plushie when he was still in his big ghoul body and put it under his hoodie, because now the little otter is cuddled around the small, pink stuffie, refusing to let it go. “Come here, baby.”

Rain squeaks some more—happily—as Dewdrop picks him up. The fire ghoul scoots down to lay, more than sit, and puts the little otter on his chest. Rain wiggles until he ends up on his back, sprawled out with the axolotl plushie still clutched tightly in his little paws.

Dewdrop giggles, never able to help himself when Rain is like this. He is happy and content so the fire ghoul doesn’t worry. If something bad caused him to drop they’d talk about it later. For now the little otter needs entertainment, and Dewdrop is happy to provide.

He puts a hand under Rain’s chin and starts scratching. The little otter immediately starts squeaking louder, making all kinds of happy noises and pushing further into Dewdrop’s touch. “I’ve got you, little thing.”

For a while it’s just like that—the fire ghoul petting Rain and him enjoying it, glued to Dewdrop’s plushie. He doesn’t know what changes but at some point Rain wiggles again and turns to his front. He stares at the other intently, squeaking some more.

“Whaddya need?” Dewdrop asks, but he—of course—doesn’t get a proper answer. Only some more squeaks. “Hm, what about your marbles? Do you want to play? Maybe a snack?”

Rain’s next squeak sounds more like a grumble, so Dewdrop supposes he doesn’t want any of those options. He thinks for a moment, but the otter seems to get impatient. He squirms and wiggles up until he’s nestled just under Dewdrop’s chin, basically on his neck, and reaches out with his little paw. He puts it on the fire ghoul’s lips and the other one ends up in his own mouth.

Dewdrop is confused for a moment, but then he remembers otter customs.

“Oh, you want us to take a nap!” he laughs and Rain squeaks approvingly. “Alright, alright, little thing, we can take a nap.”

The fire ghoul pulls up a blanket and gets himself settled, holding onto a wiggling Rain. Even once Dewdrop stops moving, Rain doesn’t—obviously displeased with his current position. Thankfully Dewdrop has had enough practice with the water ghoul regressed like this to know what it is that the little otter, most likely, wants.

He pulls the axolotl plushie from his paws and Rain does not like it, at first, but the fire ghoul shoves it under his shirt and Rain immediately follows, squirming his way into it through Dewdrop’s collar. The sleek fur scratches his skin as Rain curls around the stuffie again and settles properly on Dewdrop’s chest.

“Comfy?” he asks and Rain’s little face peeks out from the collar of his shirt. He squeaks happily, voicing his contentment. Dewdrop scratches at the top of his head and the little otter’s eyes close. His whiskers tickle Dewdrop a bit, but he’d never complain. He adores Rain more than anything; big or small, otter or ghoul. He sighs, smiling, “You are the cutest little thing, you know that?”

Rain squeaks again. He does know it.

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How about prompt 2 with Steven 👀

A lil brain rot imagine it's a plushie or something of an Egyptian god that reminds him of you ajgjsjgj

ˣ pairing: steven grant x reader

ˣ prompt: “i bought this because i thought you’d like it”

ˣ warnings: 1.2k wc, fluff galoreee

ˣ a/n: sorry for the delay in posting these! technical problems suck lol. i really love this prompt though and i think it’s one of my favorites to write! hope you enjoy it :)

Every day, you wonder if it's possible to fall in love with Steven more than you already have.

It brims ceaselessly inside you, this fondness and warmth that only he could give you—that only he could ever make you feel. Your heart utterly swells with overwhelming adoration for him; it's nearly an inconceivable notion that there could be room for so much more.

But when it comes to Steven, he's always full of surprises. Always keeping you on your toes, always leaving you in wondrous amazement.

A tender glance your way, and your insides flutter with tremendous glee. It's as if there are millions of butterflies fluttering in your stomach, tickling your skin, making you smile and smile and smile…

And it's quite a bright smile that paints your delicate lips following the hearty chuckle Steven releases into the cool summer air.

You catch yourself staring at him helplessly, seeing how his chocolate irises light up like the starry night sky as the gentle cast of the moonlight dances over his features.

It's all too beautiful— he is too beautiful. Too perfect and breathtaking. All yours to hold onto dearly.

There's something about him that never fails to charm you. Whether it be his wit, his sense of humor, or his sass. The way he's sweet and kind to you, regards you as the sun of his universe. The list of endearing traits you've gathered throughout the three years is almost endless.

You find him fascinating, a work of art to admire in silent awe. Every part of him delights you, from the dazzling sparkle in his brown eyes to the delicate curve of his upper lip. Then there's the melodious tune to his laugh that allows a lightness to bloom in your chest.

You drown in his loving gaze as it melts into you. Its pure softness has you thanking the billions and trillions of heavenly stars above and the vast cosmos beyond for bringing Steven to you.

"Love, do I have something on my face?" He asks you, reeling you back to the dreamy reality that is yours.

The park around you is simply animated this evening. Full of energy and life, with live musicians busking to earn a coin or two, children skipping happily on the grassy knolls. You and Steven settle on your favorite spot— the flowing water fountain at the very center of it all.

A light giggle, then a quiet hum. You shake your head at Steven as he blindly wipes his undirtied chin with one hand, the other holding firm onto a half-eaten burrito. "No, you're alright, Steven. I was just stuck in my head, lost in my thoughts. But, uhh… what were we talking about again?"

He smiles adoringly at you, those darling doe eyes drinking in each and every detail of you. He looks at you as if you're the only one worth his glance— the only one worthy of his full attention. "We were talking about our day, dearie, and you left off at the part where you're telling me the most amazing lunch you've ever had."

"Oh, right, yes! We should really try that restaurant one of these days, babe. They have tons of yummy vegan options. Plus, word on the street is that this place has the best stuffed mushrooms in London. I already know that you're going to love it!"

"Aw, we should have ditched the burritos and gone there tonight instead," Steven pouts, taking another bite out of his food while you scarf down the last bit of yours.

"It's okay; there's always next time. Besides, Monday is burrito night anyway. Wouldn't miss this for the world," you reply with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

It's the truth. Burrito Monday is something you and Steven came up with one day and started doing every week. Once his shift at the gift shop ended, he'd go to the deli a few blocks away and pick up two delicious burritos before heading to your office. From there, the two of you would walk to the park, where you'd sit and enjoy your meal in each other's company.

A silly little tradition, but it is yours and Steven's. A memory to share, remembrance to look back on— one of many that you would forever cherish with him.

"Alright, enough about me. How was your day?" you query, waiting with a gentle smile as Steven finishes his meal.

"It was actually great! I caught the bus on time, which meant one less thing for Donna to chew me out for. Sold a bunch of candies and souvenirs. I even got to explain the Ennead to a curious kid, and I'm pretty sure he liked hearing what I had to say."

"Of course, he liked it! You're always so passionate about these things, and it's just wonderful getting to hear you talk about them, truly."

A slight flush creeps across Steven's face, and he clears his throat. "Thank you, darling. That honestly means a lot to me. Oh, I absolutely love you, you know that?. I love you, and— shoot! Speaking of gods, before I forget, I've got you a gift."

Steven takes a second to open up his messenger bag, his body teeming with excitement as he fishes out a small plush toy. He holds it out to you, his cheery smile reaching his wide, beaming eyes that grow even brighter when you realize what it was.

"Is this Tawaret?" you speak, enthused as he gives you the stuffed gray hippo with an eager nod. "She's so adorable, Steven!"

"I was doing inventory when I came across our new shipment of Tawaret plushies. It reminded me of when I told you of her story the day we first met," he reveals, still grinning. "I bought this because I thought you'd like it."

It seems absurd to others passing by, but you feel the tears beginning to well up in your eyes. "Gosh, Steven. This is lovely of you to get me. I-I know it's a toy, but if it weren't for you talking about Tawaret, we wouldn't even be here right now. Wow, I sound so cheesy, huh?"

Steven's smile softens, his fingertips rising to caress your cheek. His hand remains stroking at your skin as you lean into his tender touch. "It's not cheesy at all, darling. It's our story."

"Now you sound cheesy yourself," you jokingly return, shifting your head to press your lips to the palm of Steven's hand. "But, thank you, Steven. I love my new Tawaret stuffie, though I think I may love you a teeny bit more."

"A teeny bit more? That's all?" he says, laughing.

"Well, you can kiss me, and maybe I can reconsider—"

Steven doesn't give you the chance to finish that sentence. He'd swoop in, his hand tilting your chin to meet his gaze before claiming your lips in a sweet, honeyed kiss.

It leaves you breathless, dizzy, and high— makes your heart skip a beat, or two, perhaps even three.

You kiss him deeply, and he kisses you back deeper, seemingly forgetting where you are though it doesn’t matter.

All you know is that there's no better feeling than this— being here.

Being with him.

Every day, you wonder if it's possible to fall in love with Steven more than you already have.

Tonight proved to you that it most certainly was.

- ☾-

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Type-40 (10th doctor x GN!Reader)

New year new fics, new fandom. Welcome to my doctor who brain rot! I'd say ,my new year's resolution is to post more but I wouldn't wanna get your hopes up. Either way I hope you enjoy this:)

Summery: The doctor gets a strange distress signal from a long dead planet in the middle of a long dead galaxy in gallifreyan.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Part 2

Series Masterpost

Stuck. You were stuck on an isolated, uninhabited planet, in the middle of a long dead galaxy with a broken Tardis. Any other time you’d simply fix it like you’ve done a thousand times before but that wasn’t an option now. The central processing computer— the one that held the Tardis’s AI— was worse than shot. It was destroyed beyond recognition by the Dalek ships that chased you to this abandoned rock. Without the processor the Tardis was dead, worse, she was dying with no chance of repair. Without her AI she will slowly shut down until her final parts die. 

You did what you could to conserve power for as long as you could, sent out a distress signal and waited. And waited. And waited. 

You weren’t sure how long you waited for but by the time you reached the last of your Tardis’s power reserve even the chameleon circuit that had disguised it as a cave among the planet’s rocky terrain had shut down. You were left inside a gray column that was bigger on the inside. The lights on the control circuit have shut down and you stared at the final blinker still on. The last sign that your Tardis was still alive. 

“Come on old girl, you can do it. Just fight a little bit more” You tried to encourage, not that it would do anything. Before you crashed your Tardis had been alive, powered by such a strong, advanced AI that it might as well have been alive but since the crash, well, it was like she was brain dead in a hospital. Every other part of her slowly dying until there was nothing left.

When that final blinker went out you sat down, under the main control panel, mourning in a way. You’d traveled with this Tardis for 300 years, it had seen three bodies and had been with you for three lifetimes and now she was gone and with her your way off this planet. You would die soon too. You were sure of that right up until a strange noise came from outside. 

The planet you were on was uninhabited to the point of not being able to support life. It was a giant rock. 

Nothing made noise but the occasional earthquake or a solar flare from the nearby sun. 

Neither sounded like the sound coming from outside right now. It was a sort of whooshing though that wasn't quite right. It was much closer to a vworp than a whoosh. 

Deciding to find the cause of the noise before the Tardis’s air bubble vanished. 

You opened the door carefully and peered out. 

Outside on the once barren rock field you’d been stranded on for who knows how long stood a big blue box. A big blue box that read, “Police public call box” on it. A man came out of the box showing you a peak of the inside, it was bigger on the inside. It was a Tardis!

Without delay you opened the door and went out to meet your savior. 

“Oh thank the stars you’re here, I was beginning to think no one had gotten my message” You said and the man watched you with weary eyes. 

“How did you get that?” He asked. 

“What?” 

“How did you get that column, the one you came out of, how did you get it?” He asked, making sure to keep a distance between himself and you. 

“It’s mine. I was piloting it and then I got shot down and stranded here.” You said although the man didn’t seem to believe you. 

“How could you pilot a Tardis? That’s what it is by the way, a Tardis. Stands for—” 

“Time and relative dimension in space, yes I know. I’m a timelord just like you, although why your Tardis is stuck in the form of that dingy blue box I don’t know. It really should have camouflaged itself by now” You said, cutting him off. 

“Oi! I like that dingy blue box” He immediately defended and you raised your hands in surrender. 

“Alright, no need to get your panties in a twist. Although with your blue box and blue suit you do look a bit obsessive” You said, motioning to the blue suit the man wore. It wasn’t the same shade as his Tardis but it was close and his messy brown hair only served to make him look more obsessive— like some kind of mad blue scientist. Not that his skin was blue. It was a very nice pale beige. 

“I’m not— That’s not important, did you say you were a timelord?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Of course. Who else uses a Tardis?” You questioned. 

“But that’s, that’s not possible” He said and he began to pace. 

“That’s not possible” He repeated. 

“I’m sorry and why not? Are you here to help me or not?” You asked. You were beginning to lose your patience with this strange man. 

“Yes but I— I didn’t think— It’s not possible, that—” The man rambled. 

“You’re not making any sense, you haven’t even told me your name” You told the man and he almost seemed to snap out of his trance.

“Right! Of course, I’m the Doctor” He said, holding out his hand for you to shake and you did. 

“I’m Y/N” You said and he smiled. 

“Y/N, it’s good to meet you Y/N” He said then took out a sonic screwdriver and approached your Tardis. 

“You said this was your Tardis?” He asked and you nodded though he was standing in front of you scanning it so he couldn’t see. 

“It was destroyed by Daleks. I’ve been stranded here ever since” You explained. 

“And how long’s that been?” He asked. 

“I’m not sure” You answered. “Could have been days, could have been weeks. There isn’t much way to tell on this barren rock. No seasons changing, no sun setting, nothing” You explained. 

As you were talking the Doctor turned his attention away from your Tardis and onto you, using his sonic screwdriver to scan you and then carefully examine the readings. 

“You really are a Timelord” He said once he’d read through them, there was a sense of awe and something else in his voice. Guilt, it was terrible, terrible guilt. 

“Like I said” You replied cheekily, as if it was obvious. To you it was.  

“Now are you going to take me home or not?” You asked but the mention of home changed his face from one of joy to that of sorrow. 

“What’s that look for?” You asked. The man before you was making less and less sense the longer you spoke to him and a part of you wanted to just take his Tardis and leave.

“Home… Gallifrey…”

“Yes, Gallifrey, home of the Timelords, located in the constellation of Kasterborous in the seven systems,that Gallifrey” You said sarcastically. 

“Y/N, Gallifrey is gone. It has been for years” The Doctor said but you scoffed.

“Nonsense. I was just there, I couldn’t have been stuck here for more than a few weeks at most” You said but this time the doctor cut you off, putting both his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to steady you. 

“It’s gone. I’m sorry” He said and you wiggled your way out of his hold and away from him.

“No,” You said. 

You turned around and ran into the Doctor’s Tardis, already flicking at the controls when he came in after you. 

“Oi! What do you think you’re doing? That’s my Tardis” He said but you ignored him. 

“Hey!” He called out and pushed you away from the controls but it was too late and the Tardis took off through time and space. When the Doctor checked the monitor he saw where you’d set it to go. Gallifrey. 

“Y/N it won’t be there” He said. 

“You’re wrong. I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is but it isn’t funny. I don’t even know you” You told him and once you heard the Tardis’s vwooshing you rushed outside only to almost fall into the vacuum of space. 

You were sure you input the right coordinates so why weren’t you on your home planet. 

“Well your Tardis really is defective Doctor, it can’t even fly right” You said but the Doctor grabbed hold of you again. 

“Y/N, my Tardis is fine, these are the right coordinates” He said and you turned your head to take a quick look at the monitor. He was right. 

“I told you, Gallifrey’s gone” He said.

“That can’t— No that’s not possible” You turned back to look out the still open door. It was still empty space. 

“But that means…” You trailed off. 

“You were stuck for years. I’m sorry” He said and you slowly walked back to the monitor, pressing some buttons and bringing up the Tardis’s last location. The planet you were stranded on. 

It was a long dead planet in a long dead galaxy on the outskirts of space. 

“The time dilation. To me it felt like a few weeks at most but to the rest of the universe…”

“It was years” The doctor said, finishing your sentence. 

You turned to him, eyes glassy but no tears falling.

“What happened to them?” You said but the look on the Doctor’s face told you everything. 

“The Time War, we lost, didn’t we” You said and the Doctor nodded but you felt something, or more saw something. Turning to him your face morphed from sorrow to anger. 

“No, we didn’t lose. It wasn’t the Daleks who destroyed Gallifrey was it?” You asked, the Doctor’s guilt finally made sense. 

“Y/N” He tried to say but he couldn’t. 

“It was you wasn’t it?! I remember you now. You have a new face but I remember the Doctor! The warrior, the fighter, you destroyed them didn’t you? Didn’t you?” You yelled, pushing him against one of the antler-like pillars that surrounded the console. 

“You killed them all” You said and he didn’t deny it. 

“Yes. Yes I killed them, I destroyed Gallifrey” He admitted. He looked pathetic. Tears in his eyes and voice uneven. You could barely even stay mad at him with the sheer amount of guilt radiating off of him. 

“I had no choice. It was Gallifrey or the universe” He said. 

“And you destroyed my home. Our home.” You said solemnly.

“It was the only way to end it” He said, though he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than you. 

You took a seat on the top step leading to the console and the doctor sat beside you. 

“Are there any others?” You asked but he shook his head. 

“I thought I was alone until I met you,” He said. “the last living timelord. A relic of a bygone era” 

“Where have you been? I mean this thing’s old but she obviously still works” You said. 

“All over the place, every planet in every galaxy, or I will be” He said and you chuckled. 

“You sound like an academy student” You said.

“I was one, a long time ago” He said.

The two of you just sat there for a while. Neither knowing what to say. 

You were the last of your kind in the place where your planet used to be. 

“You could come with me, you know. It’s always better to travel with someone” The doctor said and you turned to him. 

“You’ve just met me” You said, almost as if you were reminding him. 

“Well then let’s get to know each other!” He said, excitedly jumping up and running to the console. 

“Where have you always wanted to go? Let’s go there, talk, explore, travel partners, why not?” He said, he sounded like a little kid on his birthday. 

You stood up and slowly made your way to the console. 

“Before I was shot down I was on my way to Delphon to do some more research into their language structure” You said, your tone almost teasing the idea and the Doctor smiled. 

“I love it! Setting a course now” He said and began running around the console trying to do everything on his own. 

You came up beside him and flipped a switch, turning off the brakes. 

“You really shouldn’t leave your brakes on” You teased, flipping a few more switches and inputting a few things into the computer to help. 

“Where did you get this thing anyways? A type-40 like this should be in a museum” You mention and he smirked. 

“Stole it” He said and you were off. 

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Unimaginable

Summary : Life never gets easier for them, in fact it only seems to get worse. Ever since Mark and the Captain landed the Invincible II, a hellfire of war has constantly bombarded the young colony. Having been kept inside the safe confines of the base, the Captain is ready to participate in this war, and Mark has a horrible feeling about it. Turns out he was right.

Genre: Hurt/Little Comfort, Angst, some Fluff

Word Count : 10,040 (teehee)

Paring: Captaineer (Captain/Head Engineer)

TRIGGER WARNING: This text contains the mentions of, War, gunfire, blood, knives, injury relating to gunshots and knives, and major character death!!! (Epilogue Includes mention of cremation and making things from ashes). While there is no mention of heavy gore or heavy descriptions of injuries other than the fact that they are there and ouchies; If any of this upsets you or makes you uncomfortable, read at your own discretion!!

A.N: I’ve returned back from the dead! …Again! I do apologize for not existing for a while, college has been a bitch, but hey, we’re still going! This work has been baking in my brain for quite a while so I’m glad that it’s finally out and finished! It’s definitely…long…but I just couldn’t stop myself.

There is an optional Epilogue at the end, mostly because I couldn’t let it be hurt with NO comfort, and also because I wanted to cry some more. 

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Happy reading! -Soup

Screaming and yelling erupted from around the corner. Startled by the sudden commotion, Mark and Gunther rushed to the sound. Rounding the turn they witnessed the Captain and an assailant thrashing and writhing around. The individual was trying to push them to the ground, light reflecting off of the metal blade in one of their hands. Their only advantage for the ambush they tried to pull, was that the Captain’s back was turned. They didn’t make it very far, as the Captain managed to overpower them and throw them off.

Gunther sprung in from behind them, tackling and holding them to the ground. His gun pressed into the back of their head. 

“Gunther. Don’t.”, they wheezed, gasping for air. Their left hand pressed firmly against where the attacker managed to reach. A dark red stain had begun to form from underneath it and they could feel the tinge of pain begin to spread.

Reluctantly, Gunther did as he was told, picking up the perpetrator with another security officer to carry them away to be dealt with. They screamed profanities and obscenities as they were dragged away. 

“It’s all your fault! We never would have been here if it weren't for you!”

Mark rushed to their side, worriedly checking them over for any injuries.

“Holy shit, are you alright?”

The Captain shrugged him off, insisting that they were fine. 

“Just a little shaken, Mark.” They gave him a pained reassuring smile before their expression soured again, an audible wince as they sucked the air in through their teeth.

Mark watched as the Captain's hand gingerly massaged the growing bruise on their shoulder where their assailant had viciously grabbed them. 

“Are you sure you're alright? We can run you by the med bay just-”

“No. There's injured people that need it more than myself, especially for a small bruise.”

Mark wanted to protest, but the argument fell dead on his tongue. His eyes drifted down their arm, where he took notice of the dark spot growing larger on their sleeve.

“Crap- Cap, are you serious?! We have to get you to inferm now you-”

“Mark-” they chuckled dryly, “I’m fine, I’m fine. See?”

The Captain pulled themself away from their worried friend, trying to appear unaffected by the cut, but ultimately staggering in place before regaining their balance.

Unconvinced, Mark frowned. “Just a ‘small bruise’, huh?”

“Inferm?” They sighed

“Inferm.”

They walked slowly and apathetically, leaning up against Mark as he tried to support the Captain’s body weight. The movement in their arms when they walked caused the fabric to rub against the wound, causing them to wince with every step. The pain was beginning to become nauseating, and as the adrenaline wore off they found it more and more difficult to keep walking.

“Mark, wait for a sec. I need to sit down.”

He helped lower them to the ground, kneeling by their side as they rested the back of their helmet against the concrete wall. 

He watched intently as their chest rose and fell with each breath. He could make out the vague shape of their eyes behind the tinted glass in this lighting. They looked to be closed, or at least close enough. Their eyebrows were tightly furrowed, knitted together as they tried to regain what little balance and composure they had left. Mark began to grow more worried at the significance of the injury, especially if it had the Captain tap out.

A cacophony of chaos raged outside. Yelling and banging seeped through the fortified walls, reminding them of the hell that they were trapped in.

“How is it going out there?” Their voice tense.

“Nothings changed. The barricades and walls are holding strong, but we’re still being attacked from all around us. It’s unclear how long this attack will last. I’ll give them this, their species is persistent...” he said, chuckling dryly to himself. Not really amused at his attempt at bringing some lightness into the horrid situation. But humor was still a coping mechanism, even now.

A moment of silence passed.

“Have we tried the turrets? The ADS?”

“We can’t. Too many of our own are out there, we’re guaranteed casualties if we try.”

“Damn it.”

He looked towards the horrible sounds on the other side of the wall, flinching, at a blood curdling scream.

The Captain looked at their beloved partner, observing his exhausted appearance. 

Mark was horribly disheveled. His uniform, which used to be covered in grease stains, was now tattered and drenched in dirt, mud, and most likely some blood. He looked beyond stressed, heavy eye bags hung above his scratched and dusted cheeks. 

The Captain’s eyes analyzed the cuts across his face, as a pang of guilt shot through their heart and sunk into their abdomen. 

‘It’s your fault we’re here…’ they thought.

“Are you alright?” they asked. The Captain spoke in a gentle tone, hushed as to not startle the already jumpy engineer.

Mark looked over at them helplessly. His glossy, tired eyes almost reflected their image back at them.

“I’ll be fine.” He started, despite his eyes reflecting another answer. “We need to get you patched up first though. Do you think you can stand yet?”

They nodded weakly, “I can give it a try.”

Attempting to get up, the captain's head filled with a fog, immediately being met with an intense dizziness. They used their hand on the uninjured arm to try to push themselves up from the wall, only to quickly lose what little balance they had regained. Mark’s hands quickly moved to brace them as they began to tip forward, helping them sit back against the wall.

“Hah…I don’t think I’ll be able to do much yet…”

“Hey, that’s alright Cap, I’ll just give Celci a call to come meet us here.”

The Captain sighed, “I really don’t want this to be a whole ordeal Mark.”

“Too late for that, Cap.”

As they waited they noticed that the sounds outside began to move further and further away. Fewer yells and screams. Gun fire became less audible as the time passed.

The two grew more confused, neither of them had heard any updates on the situation outside, though both of the comms on their wrists had become fairly unreliable.

“How far?” Mark asked hopefully, the news temporarily distracting him from the worries that previously plagued his mind.

Celci rushed in with another crew member, as if she had heard the two's confusion.

“We’re pushing them back! They’re retreating!” She called out. 

“Not sure, the furthest group appears to be currently little more than a few miles away, and they’re moving fast to get out. At this rate, we should have enough time to make repairs and regroup before they decide to come back!”

The news wasn’t great, but it was still good, or at least better. Which was something everyone needed right now, no matter how small. 

A brief wave of relief hit Mark and the Captain, however it was quickly replaced with a surge of determination. 

A few miles bought them a few hours, depending on how interested the army was in coming back. And if the lookout was correct about the retreat, hopefully they wouldn’t be back until sometime the next afternoon. Regardless of how much time they had, no one was planning on wasting any of it. 

The moment of relief was cut short when Celci saw the Captain's condition.

“Holy shit! Dr. B, get over here with that first aid kit! And someone, notify the other leads immediately!”

“So much for not making it a big deal.” they sighed.

The cut was much deeper than the Captain let on, as it definitely caused damage to their bicep. The bruise on their shoulder was less concerning medically. Celci wrapped their arm tightly with a bandage, holding in place a fresh pad of gauze covering the recently stitched wound. 

However, for the leads, the dark red hand print was horrifying. 

“Who managed this?” Celci asked in a hushed voice.

“Some asshole slipped in, a very angry colonist.” Gunther started, “They jumped the Captain from behind, the coward couldn’t even take them on in a fair fight. I didn't even get to take my shot-”

“Gunther, that is besides the point.” The Captain interjected, a low annoyance obviously present in their voice. “I let my guard down, there was an attempt on my life, and they were not successful. It's over. I’m fine.”

“The bastard tried to kill you! This is not “fine”!”

“We have much bigger things to worry about than some stupid attack! I would be a lot happier if everyone would stop treating my life like it's something to fuss over!” The Captain said bluntly. 

“I’ll come back to checkin in a while.” Dr. B left quickly, picking up on the group's growing tension. 

“What exactly do you mean by that, Captain?” Celci asked after a moment.

“What they’re trying to say is that they would much rather be outside gettin’ killed than being inside where it is safe.” Gunther snapped. 

“Gunther!” Mark and Celci gasped in unison. 

Their helmet kept the majority of their furious expression hidden, but everyone felt the glare that was directed at the gunner.

“You know what Gunther, looks like you’re finally right about something.” 

“Captain!” 

“No, you know what- I have been through just as much of this shithole as anyone else in this colony. I am not a delicate person. A cut and a bruise is the least of the colony's problems!” The captain grew more agitated, “It was voted that I stay inside the base, for my safety. How is that fair? My crew is dying under my command and there is nothing I am allowed to help with. And even if I was fine being tucked away, someone still managed to attack me today. God forbid I help with repairs, or with recon, or sitting in a look-out tower. Literally anything would be just as safe as sitting inside of this death trap!” 

The 5 fell silent. Taken aback by their Captain’s rage, not one of them could think of a thoughtful response. The Captain’s eyes glanced around the leads, seeing as all of them shared a similar horrified and shocked look. Their glaze finally fell to Marks, their expression softening before they looked back at the rest of the group. 

They sighed, “I… apologize for my outburst.” Their words carried a weight of guilt. “Please, everyone try to get some rest tonight. We have no idea what tomorrow has in store for us. And if you’ll allow me, I wish to meet you all in the morning to go over your plans.”

The group hesitated before beginning to leave the small gurney, looking amongst each other in silence, finally making their ways to their stations and duties. 

“Gunther, if you have a moment.”

He sighed, “Of course, Cap’n”

Mark tried to linger before his Captain gestured to him to follow the others, leaving Gunther and them to talk. A little while later, Mark watched as Gunther and the Captain emerged from the infirmary a while after, before going their separate ways.

Everyone got to work quickly that evening. Burt and engineers began preparing for repairs for barricades and covers with anything they could find. Celci went with the medics, looking for the injured or dead. And Gunther took everyone else inside to regroup and organize a new plan.

The Captain stood silently, adorned with a stained gauze bandage, almost uncomfortably tight underneath their torn suit. They heard Mark approaching them from behind, jumping slightly when his boot crunched on a small gathering of rubble. 

“Cap?” Mark spoke hesitantly

“You should go with Burt tomorrow.” The Captain had their back turned to him, looking out across the scene in front of them ignoring his concerned tone. 

“I was actually going to stay with you.”

“That won’t be necessary, Mark. Burt will need your assistance more than I will.”

“And where are you going to go, Cap?”

They hesitated before speaking, “I’m going to walk the perimeter with Gunther’s group in the morning.”

“Woah, hold on. You know that’s dangerous Captain, I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that-”

They interrupted him, their voice serious. “Mark, I am no more important than any other crew member in our fleet. We’ve already been over this once today. Besides, I’m more than qualified in doing a perimeter check.”

They turned to face him, still wearing the chunky helmet that everyone became familiar with. He couldn’t see the details of their face with the setting sun's glare, but he knew the look they were giving him.

They sighed, “Gunther and I agreed that if he wanted to keep me safe, and I wanted to be useful, the best place is with him and the rest of the gunners as a type of body guard system… I’m not completely happy with the arrangement, but it’s something.”

“Besides, I’m not any safer in here than I am out there. I want to be more than an action figure. I want to be out there where I can do something helpful, Mark.” 

“But-” 

“Please. Let me at least pretend that I am some kind of help.” Their hand rested firmly against his shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance. 

‘You are to me Cap’ he thought, helplessly watching as they walked away to the meeting room. He knew that he wasn’t able to change their mind, despite how desperately he wanted to. 

He followed shortly after them.

That night Mark and the Captain made it to their shared quarters, it wasn’t a lot but it was enough. Many people had either gotten into pairs or groups for sleeping cabins. It was important that everyone had at least one other person to get help if the moment ever arises. 

A Buddy System of sorts. 

The leads insisted to the Captain that they needed to have their quarters surrounded by guards. Their counter was that Mark would share the room with them as their buddy. No need for guards, no extra fuss.

The two had shared sleeping arrangements before, so this felt like a weirdly comfortable spot, at least considering what the situation was. If they ignored what was happening outside, it was almost nice to get a chance to spend a quiet moment together. They never knew when their last time would be together, so they tried to enjoy what time they did have.

Every light in the fortress had to be turned off by nightfall. No one could risk the enemy being able to see them from above ground as an illuminated target. Mark had already gotten ready for bed. He could hear them rustling around, changing in the dark nearby. A click followed by a sharp hiss signified that the Captain had removed their helmet. He could barely make out their silhouette in the dark. Their features hidden in the shadows. He didn’t need to see them, however, he knew what they looked like. In past lives he found himself staring at them whenever they were not wearing their Captain’s Helm. He loved them, the way they looked he meant…not “love-love”... To him they were the essence of perfection. Both the most handsome and the most beautiful being, all at once. 

‘That’s so corny…’ he thought.

“Did you say something, Mark?” They asked suddenly, the blanket shifted as they got into bed. He inhaled sharply, wondering if he had actually spoken. “Nope,” he yawned, trying to cover for his fumble, “probably just- breathed weirdly, haha.” 

“Whatever, dork.” They teased. “We’ve got an early morning…try to get some sleep.”

He hummed in response, internally scolding himself for acting awkwardly around his friend.

They shared one large bed, using separate blankets to keep a barrier of professionalism.

Neither of them would really care if they had to share one. However, it was never brought up in conversation, and neither of them wanted to make an awkward situation.

The cold was hard to ignore during the night, as Mark shivered silently to himself as he fell asleep, wishing to be able to scoot just a little closer to the other body behind him.

‘That’s a horrible idea…but it would be nice.’ That was the last thought he had before he drifted off.

In the night the Captain woke drenched in a cold sweat, gasping for a solid breath. The pain in their side felt so real… The dream itself had begun to fade, along with the imaginary injury. That was until the sudden jerk pulled at the stitches in their arm, which was actual pain. They winced, as all of their attention was moved from the fictional wound in their abdomen to the throbbing ache in their bicep. “Shit…” they muttered under their breath.

Beneath them something shifted and groaned, mumbling into itself. Looking down, their eyes focused on the sleeping form of their engineer. Their heart fluttered for a brief moment. He looked just so peaceful and happy in the low light. His arm was draped across their lap, and his head was buried into their side. He stirred slightly at the Captain's sudden alertness, propping himself up on one of his elbows. “is it time to wake up yet?” he asked groggily, obviously not fully awake.

Their gaze softened, “No, not quite, Mark.”

“why are you up then”

“Just a bad dream.”

“lay back down- I’ll keep you safe Cap’n”

They couldn’t say no to their engineer. He was so cute, cuddled up to them, yet he still was trying to be protective even though he was half asleep.

Laying back down, Mark pulled them in, tucking their head underneath his chin and resting just above his chest. His arms held them close, subconsciously careful of their injured arm. 

“I’ve gotcha cap” he hushed, hugging them closer. It took them a second before they were able to calm their racing heart. But the warmth that encompassed them was hard to resist, and they snuggled closer, burying themself into the arms of their friend.

Despite the hell that surrounded them, and the nightmares that plagued their rest; The Captain fell asleep in the safest, most comfortable place in every existing universe.

When Mark woke first that following morning, with his Captain in his arms, and them buried into his chest, his brain completely malfunctioned. Not wanting to move, but also not wanting them to wake up and realize the position the two of them were in, he froze. 

Their injured arm was loosely draped around him, with their other being squished between their abdomen and him. The hand grasping at a piece of his night-shirt. He felt a small swarm of butterflies travel upwards from his stomach to his chest. 

The small window provided, let in a small ray of light, which cascaded over the pairs bed and lit the side of the Captains face in a beautiful golden glow. 

With the majority of their face being buried in his chest, barely half of it was in a position where he could take a good look at. Still, his brain felt a lightness as their features were complemented so wonderfully by the sun, and he hesitated taking in a deep breath for the fear that he'd wake them and subsequently end the moment of bliss.

Carefully, he craned his neck backwards as much as he comfortably could, studying the way the Captain’s features were smushed against him. They wore a small expression, an odd mixture of something he wasn't fully sure of. Their eyebrows had a small crease to them, and their mouth was stuck in between a smile and a grimace, their lips parted ever so slightly for them to push out little puffs of breath.

There was a fondness that spread like a wildfire through his mind and body. Daring to acknowledge how adorable they were when easily curled into him.

‘I could totally just kiss their forehead right now.’ 

He blushed at the sudden thought, furious with himself for wanting something so silly. It wouldn’t be appropriate for him to do that as the Captain slept. Then again, it also probably wasn't appropriate for him to be cuddling them either…

’It’s not like they’d know what happened, and a small kiss on their forehead wouldn’t be weird since they’ve done it to me before…’

His heart got away from him as he leaned forward.

The moment was so short in retrospect, but it was perfect. He couldn't quite reach their forehead, instead opting to press the gesture closer to their hairline. He had wanted this domestic bliss for so long, it almost didn’t feel real. They hummed in response, burying their face deeper into the flustered man’s chest. Despite his overall desire to pull them in closer, he refrained. Certain that he'd be unable to let them go when they finally began to stir. 

That didn't exactly stop the unconscious party from doing it themself though. Mark let out a sigh, giving in just a little more.

He adjusted himself slightly, so his chin rested atop the Captain's head. A muffled half-put-together- giggle hummed against Mark's chest as their hair lightly moved against their face. He melted more, a fond smile spreading across his face, and he pulled them in just a little closer. Every moment cataloged at the forefront of Mark's brain.

Not long after, the Captain began to wake, but they were so out of it they said nothing more that a mumbled “g’d mornin” before getting up. Mark tried not to scramble away as they did so, trying to untangle the pile of limbs without drawing more attention to their previous position.

As they left his hold, Mark frowned at the lack of contact and warmth. He understood the importance of needing to get prepared for today, with that weight once again settled against his shoulders. However, his desire to pull them back, wore heavier on his heart.

Mark caught another small glimpse of the Captains face as they lowered their helmet over their head. He must have been staring, as they turned to look at him as the helm was fastened. “Need somethin’, Mark?” He quickly looked away, a small blush growing on the poor man's cheeks.

“Oh, no Cap. Just staring into space I guess.” 

A small smile made its way across their lips. That and their blush thankfully hidden behind the dark glass of their helmet. 

Barely after dawn, the Captain met with the leads and the other gunners, to go over the day's plans. As the sun rose from behind the hills and mountains in the distance, everyone began hurriedly working. The Captain followed Gunther and the gunner party, after some reassurance for Celci and Burt. 

The Captain looked back towards Mark before their figure dipped behind the hill, waving at him. 

Mark followed the other engineers, hoping to provide some help for his friends and team. Subconsciously, he’d look back at that hill, hoping that they’d pop back up the next time he’d look over.

“The bird must first fall from the nest before it may soar through the clouds.” Burt approached from behind, offering one of his confusing poems.

“What?” 

He sighed, “The Captain isn’t a child, they are one of our strongest fighters, and they are the best person to be our leader.”

He sighed, “I know they are…”

“Then trust them. They know their limits, they wouldn’t put themselves at risk if they didn’t understand that.”

“But they’ve pushed those same limits too far before, I’m just-”

“Worried about them?”

“I- I just don’t want to lose them, Burt. They're my closest friend, my partner…” Marks voice wavered, “I don’t know what I’ll do if they get hurt.”

Burt gave him a sympathetic look. Mark had confided in Burt, he was one of the only people that Mark had shared these feelings with. One of the few that knew truly how close the Engineer and the Captain were.

It was well known that Mark and the Captain were close. No one quite knew how close though. Some assumed that they were married, or at the very least engaged, with how comfortable they were in each other's presence. Many felt that they were in the early stages of dating, which would explain the occasional awkward moments. Everyone else was confident that they were just really, really, good friends. 

In truth, Mark also had no idea where the two of them stood. He had fallen head over heels for his Captain years before, during one of their many lifetimes together. They had spent eternities by each other's sides, in every type of way. However, neither of them ever addressed it directly, there was no time to. They were just together, no label required. 

This lifetime was no different, and it went unmentioned once again. In the past, this didn’t bother him as much, so long as they had each other by their sides, the details didn’t matter.

However, he felt different this time, he wanted to know for certain where he stood with his beloved Captain. 

Burt gave Mark a firm pat on the back before returning to his work, leaving Mark to watch the hill.

Around 3 hours had passed with no sign of the party, and with no new intel of the enemy’s position. Mark had finished what he could outside, now sitting at the top of one of the tall watch towers. His eyes skimmed across the grounds. 

A shape came over one of the dirt hills in the distance. 

“What is that…” 

It gradually grew larger, then larger… and what he saw terrified him. 

He called out to one of the watchmen, hoping that he was seeing things and that wasn’t really there. 

The watchmen froze in place, cursing to himself before yelling to the others.

“Start the sirens and rig the exterior walls! We’ve got a wave coming from the East!”

Panic ensued, as people rushed to their positions and into buildings for cover. 

“No no no, wait! The guard party hasn’t returned yet, if we shut down then they’ll get trapped out there!”

“Sir, we don’t have any choice. We’ll keep an eye out for them, but we cannot risk the fate of the rest of the colony.”

“God dammit- The Captain’s out there! Without them, there won’t be a colony!”

Mark spoke desperately at the man. 

The watchman gave a horrified look before muttering, “god help them.” 

Mark looked hopeless as the watchman ran off, frozen to his spot in front of the large window. His mind raced in terror, the worst-case scenario playing in his head. 

Sirens blared and the scrambling of hundreds ensued within the walls, many reaching for weapons and rushing to their positions. Mark, scrambling through the crowd, raced to the comms room, which was outfitted with extensive maps and radar of the area.

‘If anything can locate them, it’ll be here.’

A few operators jumped at Mark's demands, as he accidentally shoving someone out of the way to get to the screens. He frantically searched for the parties location, desperation growing after every second.

Starting to assume the worst, he saw something. 

A white dot, dangerously close to the enemy, is pinned between the base and the oncoming assault. 

It sat there, unmoving.

“Come on, come on…” Mark quietly pleaded under his breath, waiting to see some sort of life from the signal.

The screen lagged, and the dot moved. Mark let out a relieved sigh, pleased to see that the party was still active, and the mark wasn’t showing casualties.

His relief was cut short.

“They’re still out there.” 

He quickly thanked the crew before rushing out the door, he had to get a team out there to bring them back in. 

“Celci! Where are the recovery trucks?”

“Good lord Mark, what's the rush, we’ll need those for injured soldiers-”

“The scouting team is still outside the gates, inside of the abandoned fort field.” He gasped for breath. 

“They’ll have to wait out the attack then. They’ve got Gunther, he’ll keep them safe. We can't risk the colony-”

“That’s the party the Captain’s in Celci.”

The improvised medic’s face went pale. “They didn’t make it back in?”

“No. The party must have seen the attack coming, they must have known that they wouldn’t be able to make it back in through the main gate without being detected.”

“What can we do?”

Neither of them had an answer. The team needed to be retrieved, but with the proximity of the enemy, it was impossible. 

“That’s risky…” She hesitated for a moment, “But we can give it a try.”

“We open the gate, just one. Have an arsenal waiting at the top of the wall and at the entrance. We have them rush in, and open fire on anything else that follows. It should be a straight shot to the gate, all they need to do is sneak behind cover. That field is covered in abandoned tents and small buildings. We could have a party distract and draw the attack to a secondary wall. They should be able to make it.” Mark announced determined.

“Wait. How will we be able to inform them of the plan? We've already tried to contact their comms and we couldn’t get anything through.”

Mark hadn’t considered that. He stood and thought for a while. In the corner of his eye he noticed an old damaged recovery truck in front of one of the discontinued “garage like” doors.

“I’ll go out.” He said suddenly

“Mark. Listen to yourself, thats suicide-”

“Mark no-”

“I’ll drive one of the recovery trucks, they’re reinforced, so oncoming fire won’t take it out right away. And that way, I can drive them back. There should be one of the vehicle bay doors on the eastern wall.”

“Celci, it could work! I’d keep the engine power on low so I’m not making too much noise, and that way we wouldn’t have to open the main gate. It’s a better plan!”

Celci gave Mark a desperate look, wordlessly begging him to not go through with this.

“Please let me do this. Please don’t stop me.”

Her heart broke. Mark looked so desperate to do this. The Captain meant everything to the team. They meant everything to him.

“Be careful.”

Burt walked up to the truck before the bay door opened.

They didn’t hesitate to gather a team. Celci informed a large group of colonists and had the larger half assemble a distraction on a wall away from the vehicle bay. The other group laid low near Mark’s exit, to give him cover in case the truck was spotted.

He didn’t have anything poetic to say, just a simple, “Bring them back.” and gave Mark a small smile before signaling the door controller. 

Mark drove carefully. His foot just barely resting on the throttle. He tried his best to stay out of direct line of sight, knowing that if he were to be spotted this mission would be over.

It was distressing for the engineer to see so many fallen comrades and abandoned stations. 

It reminded him of a much simpler time, before all of this started.

‘This isn't the time to reminisce.’

He drove for a short while, before he saw a familiar figure up ahead. It turned to face him, shocked and relieved at the rescue. 

Gunther and a few others moved quickly towards the vehicle. Mark was relieved to see Gunther alive. However, he couldn’t help the feeling of dread that stewed in his gut.

“Holy shit, you’re alive you crazy S.O.B.” Mark laughed, “Seriously though, man, I’m glad to see everyones alright. Where's everyone waiting?” He said climbing out of the tall truck.

The gunner's mouth opened to say something, but no words came out before he closed it again. “Gunther…What happened out there?”

Gunther’s face didn’t reflect the normal smugness that it normally carried.

“Woah come’on man, is everything alright?”

“They got separated from the group Mark…No one knows where they went.”

Mark’s world shattered, “what?”

“We were evading the enemy. I got distracted looking for somewhere to wait it out. I didn’t notice them leaving. Their out there-”

Mark ran off, ignoring Gunther's plea for him to come back.

‘They're out there…’

They weren't sure what exactly caused this. 

Bullets and some sort of alien ammunition whisked past their body as they darted from cover to cover. The Captain manages to duck behind the remnants of what appeared to be the crumbled and destroyed remains of a wall. They didn’t want to stop moving, knowing that the second they allowed their body to take a break they wouldn’t be able to get back up.

Everything was going so well…

Gashes and cuts littered their body, as dark crimson stains seeped from underneath the tattered uniform. The current of adrenaline kept them from noticing the severity of the injuries that lay hidden underneath the fabrics, but the ones that they could see were deep. As they stood behind the wall, waiting for a chance to return fire, they felt the warm trickle of blood, only some of it being their own, flowing from their forehead and down their cheek. Maybe it was the shock or that the adrenaline was more powerful than they had initially thought, but the throbbing in their body and head should have been debilitating. 

Everyone was so careful. They took every precaution possible.

Keeping their breath low they heard their chance, as the cracks and bangs from behind them stalled for a moment. Peeking their head just slightly above the wall's lip they fired back towards the enemy line. Now, they couldn’t call themselves a bad shot, but they definitely needed practice. But at the moment, their current abilities would have to do. 

Apparently not all space faring species could be reasoned with through words. 

With a few well placed shots, the Captain took out the small resistant group of them, or at the very least caused them to retreat further back. The momentary break in immediate danger granted them a second to view the carnage that surrounded them. Scattered across the ground lay many fallen friends and foes. The lives of so many had been snuffed out like a used match. During their training they had been briefed on situations like this one, played out so many times in a simulation that they could have beaten them in their sleep. However that didn’t insinuate that they enjoyed this. The Captain had tried so desperately to avoid having to spill any unnecessary blood. Sure in a simulation winning over a fictitious enemy was easy. But taking lives, real lives, was so much harder. 

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Their legs hung from the end of the table, sitting as straight as they could. 

“Captain, I-”

“Please don’t apologize, Gunther. We both let our emotions get the better of us. And as much as I don’t want to admit it, you had a point.”

He gave them a stunned look, “Now hold on Cap’n-”

“I do want to be out there. Not that I want to die, not purposefully if that's what you’re worrying about. I just can’t stand being cooped up in here while others are out there dying. And today just proved that it’s not any safer.” They paused. “I had some of the best combat training the academy could offer, I am experienced in a war zone.”

Gunther didn’t speak. 

“But I can understand your concern. Everyone’s. I would just like to be more of a help during this fight.”

“You’ve got a spirit I’ve rarely seen Cap. I wish my team shared the same sentiment.” 

They laughed. “Sounds like they need a pep-talk.”

“Definitely wouldn’t hurt Captain.”

The moment lightened both of their moods, and it faded out naturally.

“I wanted to properly apologize to you, Gunther. You’re a great leader, a great friend. And as much as I complain, I really do appreciate the concern.”

“And I truly appreciate all that you do for us Cap’n. And I also apologize, I know I can be a real ass. I just don’t want to see my friends get hurt if I can help it. ‘Seen too much death over the years, I’d hate for you to become a memory.”

“The feeling is mutual Gunner.”

“I also wanted to ask if I could attend the scouting party tomorrow afternoon. I know it's a hard ask for you, and I am well aware that the others wouldn’t approve, but I trust in both of our abilities. Before you say anything, no this is not a death wish. It’s more of a compromise, in a way. And you have full control over the conditions.”

Gunther visibly looked conflicted, but he held his tongue. “Now you know I don’t think that’s a great idea.” He struggled to find his words, “I-” he sighed. “It would not be a long trip, not over a few hours. It’d be like a walk around the perimeter, and I’d want you and the rest of the party to be armed in case of an attack.”

“Of course. All of that sounds reasonable.” The Captain was surprised at his willingness, trying not to show their eagerness.

They watched as Gunther thought, seeing how hard of a decision this was for the normally erratic gunner. 

“While we are outside the wall, I ask that you follow my exact command. I don’t want you straying from the group, and if something starts while we’re out there, I want you to fully listen to me. I will not have you dying out there because you’re stubborn. Understood?”

They saluted the man, “A hundred percent, boss.”

He sighed, “The others are not going to like this Cap, we’re taking a huge chance that could cost a life.”

“Every mission does. Let me talk to them.”

The two approached the exit of the small med-bay. Before they left the Captain turned to him, 

“Thank you for making me feel like I can be of some help Gunther.”

He only nodded before walking away.

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They hadn’t realized how far behind they had become. The dust from the attack had made it so difficult to see much of anything. The group that they had fought off hadn’t returned, and the area around them fell into an uneasy peacefulness.

Their whole body froze. In their disorientation, they had stumbled into the original landing site. 

Memories came flooding in from that day. So much relief, pure joy and pride that they had finally made it to their new home. 

After everything. Eternities. Life times. 

They finally made it.

‘oh’ a realization dawned on them.

‘this is it…’

At once they understood why he was so afraid to lose them. 

They wouldn’t come back if they died here. There shouldn’t be another try once things fade to black.

An unfamiliar emotion flooded their mind, as a tear rolled down their face. 

The world looked dark through their visors. The tinted glass normally went unnoticed, that’s just how things looked. They had forgotten that there was a world that looked different from what they were used to seeing. A crack slipped down the front of their helmet, negating the pressurizing properties. 

It slipped off of their head with ease, showing their horribly disheveled hair and face. 

Their helmet hung limply in one hand, with their pistol in the other.

‘No more hiding then.’

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Mark ran through the barren field, hoping to catch a glance of their uniform. 

He left the truck with Gunther and his team so they could take the wounded back to base. He would then come find Mark with the other leads and a medical team.

He stopped hoping that they were alive, the mere thought of anything else crushed him.

He wasn’t sure why he was running this way, but something inside of him knew that he had to. 

He approached the old landing zone. 

When they first abandoned it, he became emotional. Too many memories associated here. Too many feelings he didn’t fully understand.

Re-entering it now he felt nothing, other than the desperation to find them.

He halted abruptly. Their uniform stood out, their whole presence seemingly glowing. His mouth went dry, and his eyes welled with relief. 

There they were.

His chest rose and fell, trying to catch his breath. Their hair was a mess. Their uniform was tattered with tears and scrapes. And their face was covered in dust, sweat, and blood.

But never had he loved them more.

He called out to them, catching their attention before running to them.

Their shocked smile was brilliant, making the destroyed scene around them fade away.

He hadn’t even made it halfway to them.

A loud bang ricocheted around the open area, the sound bouncing off the walls and rubble. He hadn’t been able to move fast enough, he hadn’t seen what had happened, nor the assailant a few yards behind them.

Their body froze in place. Their face now a ghostly pale, and they wore a blank expression.

His scream must have shocked some life back into them, as their eyes drifted between Mark and the dark red wound in their abdomen. Their hand touched it gingerly, pulling back to see their stained glove. 

Looking back up at him, they felt their body give out from under them as they fell to their knees. Their helmet crashed against the ground, the crack growing and shattering upon the impact.

Mark’s knees skidded against the ground as he crashed into the ground next to them.

“No no no nono, you can’t do this- this isn’t happening.”

They reached for him before they collapsed further. 

“M-ark-” they said breathlessly. "Yo-u came ba-ck". They spoke with a pained smile, tears streaming from their eyes.

His arms wrapped around them, holding them upright in a determined embrace. 

“You’re going to be fine Cap- You’re gonna make it out of this. You've survived way worse.”

The Captain gasped under him, not fully able to catch their breath. They had begun to go into shock as the pain in their body slowly went numb.

“I’m not sure I can” 

“Do not say that- I forbid you from saying that. Everythings going to be fine and we’re going to make it through this- You are not going to die out here.”

“Mark, it’s okay-”

“I can carry you back to base, there's still time-”

He scrambled to press on the wound, hoping that the pressure would halt the bleeding.

“Mark- I understand now–” 

“Stop Captain, just breathe.”

“Mark, s-stop. Let me say this. I understand why you were so scared, I get it now.”

“No you don’t, just stop- please Cap.”

“You’ve always been an- amazing- friend. And I would never trade everything we’ve been through if it meant losing you.” 

“And I’m so sorry I didn’t understand it sooner.”

Mark's tears fell from his face onto the Captain’s, combining with their own.

He sobbed.

“Please stop-”

“You’re my partner, my best friend. And I’ve never held what happened against you. I never blamed the warp core on you, I couldn’t. Despite all of the pain and heartache we went through, I know that I never would have gotten to meet the person you are.”

Their mind began to slip away from them as they paused, their breathing became less labored.

"I'm so happy that I got all of those eternities with you, I wish I was able to love you for a little while longer.”

“Don’t” he said, “please don’t say that.”

“I love you, Mark.” their vision began to go dark in the corners. “I always will. And I think I always have. Remember that for me, okay?”

It hurt him so much to watch them die in his arms. But no matter how much it did, he wasn’t going to miss his last chance to tell them.

He couldn’t respond. Couldn’t confess while they lay dying in his arms. He so desperately wanted to. But he couldn’t.

”Promise-" he choked back a sob, "to wait for me, okay?”

“I will.” 

They weakly reached their arm up to touch his face, forcing their body to move up slightly.

Their eyes looked deeply into his, swirling pools of color and memories reflecting admiration and love that words could never describe.

He leaned down to meet them where they were, their foreheads pressed against each other. 

The kiss they shared wasn’t anything amazing, it wasn’t earth shattering or magical like in fairy tales. It was short, and weak. The Captain had so little left, and they wanted to give all of it to him.

When their eyes closed, they didn’t open again. That moment had been the last thing they were going to do in their life. As their body relaxed and a final breath slipped from their lips, a smile was present on their face as they let go.

When the rescue team finally reached the two, it was far too late. No technology they had could fix them. Gunther had returned with the group, only to find Mark cradling the Captain in his arms. Celci and the medics rushed over, only to discover there was nothing more that they could do. 

“they’re gone.” he mumbled quietly.

No one could believe it. Celci crashed into Burt, sobbing violently into his chest. Gunther had stumbled backwards, and the two medics caught him before he fell.

Mark hadn’t looked away from them. They didn’t look dead, they looked peaceful and like they had just fallen asleep in his lap. Their face was still pressed to his chest as it had been that morning.

His body refused to react to what was happening around him. Not to the CC’s cries, or Gunther mumbling to himself, or to the cheers of victory in the distance. 

Burt and Gunther approached Mark after a while. 

Burt spoke softly to the broken man. “We have to move them. They deserve a proper send off, Mark.”

“I don’t want to let go.”

They knew it wasn’t going to be easy for him. It wasn’t going to be for anyone. But they needed to get back to base. 

Gunther kneeled down on the other side of the Captain, “then let me help you carry them.”

Mark sat silently for a second, before nodding. Gunther carried most of the Captains weight, as Mark wasn’t mentally strong enough at the time to support them. Despite how difficult it was to carry them while having to account for the weight while Mark was still there, he didn’t rush him. It wouldn’t be fair to.

Once they made it to the back of the truck, they rested the Captain’s body on the makeshift gurney that was set up. Mark sat the closest, still holding their hand as they laid dead. 

Celci had to ride up front with the other medics, as she couldn’t hold herself together when she saw them. No one could blame her.

Burt and Gunther climbed in the back with Mark. As Burt sat down, he placed their helmet to the side of them.

The ride back was almost silent. What could anyone say in this situation? Mark was so fragile, their reality had not fully hit him. He knew, and at the same time he didn’t.

Gunther wanted to apologize, for letting them leave with the party, for giving in to their idea. However, before he could, Mark finally spoke.

“They were happy. They smiled as they..." He looked up at the other two, his brown eyes, red and glazed. “They're happy.”

Epilogue:

*Contains mentions of cremation and ashes and things made from them. If this makes you uncomfortable, continue at your own discretion. This is not crucial to the story*

A week later the colony held a ceremony, partly to celebrate the end of their war with the species, and to celebrate the life of the Captain and all who also fell during the attacks.

The aliens, or the group that was left of them, announced their surrender. One of their members had spoken out against the rest of the arsenal days before the final attacks, as they saw how there was no point to the incessant fighting as it was just out of rage, and believed that it would just result in their extinction in the end. They were not alone in their belief, and they gathered a large following of those who believed that they could no longer afford the battle and refused to continue. The rest that still wanted to fight, did so until there was no one left.

Mark didn’t speak for days. He rarely left his quarters.

The Captain’s body had been cremated, as there was no place to properly bury them. There was a final viewing, one for the colonists, and a separate one for those closest to them.

The leads had to gently coerce Mark to join them, not wanting him to regret not seeing them in the future.

He would come to appreciate it years later.

Each of the leads had been given a trinket or piece of jewelry made from their ashes, a project set up by Burt and some of the other engineers. A few colonists had been jewelers during their lives on earth and offered to help out.

Celci received a necklace with a small star as its charm, made from the compressed ashes. She rarely removed it even years later.

Gunther was given a fake bullet with some of the ashes contained inside and the nickname they had given him engraved on the side. He kept it at his residence, inside of a memory box with pictures of the group and a few other trinkets.

Burt asked for a simple container charm which he kept in a small box along with other things that the Captain had given him or reminded him of them.

Mark’s piece was the largest. A matching ring set and a similar necklace to CC’s, just with two stars instead of one. He was also given the rights to the remainder of the ashes, seeing as he was the next in command and their closest friend, so that he may choose what happens to them. 

He held onto them for a few years before he decided to spread them outside of the newly built capital building. He also spread some at the park which was built in the original landing site.

Lastly, he kept the small amount that was left. Placed in a small urn shaped like a helmet. He kept it by his front door so he could always greet them and say goodbye before he left. A small portrait hung above it. It wasn’t anything professionally done, as the professional photos taken by the academy was of a much younger Captain. Instead, it was a picture of them and the other 3. It was slightly blurry, and CC and Mark were glaring at each other while the Captain and Gunther were laughing at them. It was taken the first day the team had met.

While Mark was going through their files he found a picture of just himself and them. It was after the conference where they had been assigned to captain the Invincible II. It was an impromptu selfie taken on their personal phone after they had met at a bar to discuss more details. He remembered it being so awkward until they realized that they were both dorks and dropped the whole professional act. They both looked so excited for the upcoming mission.

He found hundreds of pictures, some of themself, some of him, mostly of things that were going on. He was surprised to find pictures from loops that had happened during the warp core incident. When he brought it up to the lady from the USA she was equally shocked, but thankfully didn’t ask that Mark delete them. Very few remembered all that had happened, and she decided that no harm could happen so long as the pictures didn't get out.

Mark trained the next generation of Captain’s and Crew leads. And when they were ready he was excited to pass on the torch. 

“Captain Mark-”

“That’s never been my title kid, try again.” he teased.

They sighed, “Head Engineer…”

“What’s going on kid?”

“I’m nervous.”

They stood behind a curtain on a stage in front of the colony. 

“I’m nervous that I’m not going to live up to them, that I won’t be enough.”

“Believe in yourself. There’s no instruction manual to do things perfectly. You just have to believe that you can do it.” He looked at the young Captain, “Because I believe that you can. I see so much of them in you, it's shocking at times.” He said, chuckling lightly.

He placed his hand on their shoulder before making his way out to the podium, “You’re going to do great, Captain.”

The crowd cheered at Mark’s appearance. Quite a few had remembered what he had done for the colony on a first hand account, many others had only heard stories. Celic, Burt, and Gunther were sitting behind him on stage, after announcing the young successors who would take their title. As he began to speak, the stadium went deadly quiet. He rarely did speeches, and all wanted to know what their “Head Engineer/Co-Captain” was going to say.

“I’ve previously shared how I feel about this new generation, how I am ready to see what they’ll do and how they will lead. I’m excited for this colony. This is a new chapter, a new beginning. We’ve grown so much these last few decades. And we’ve lost a lot as well. 

There is no beginning without an end. There can never be growth if we do not fall at times. Change is inevitable, and it is scary, but it should be welcomed. As I pass on my standing as head engineer, and pass on the title of Captain, I can’t help but grow a little emotional. My Captain was…the best person I could ever have asked for. They were remarkable, kind and intelligent in every situation. However, I look forward to seeing what our new Captain will bring. They have a fire comparable to my dear friend. They have a drive so powerful and determined, and a compassion that makes me sentimental. And I am certain that they'll do amazing things.

So, it is my honor, and privilege to introduce them to you all.”

The young engineer stood waiting at the other end of the stage waiting for her partner to be announced on stage. 

Mark gave her a look as the new Captain crossed the stage to speak. The two shook hands before Mark went to join his successor.

As they spoke, Mark whispered, “You two have a connection. Never let that go, but also remember to not let it get in the way of things. I made that mistake.”

“Of course Sir.”

He chuckled, “I tell you this because I see a lot of myself in you, try not to give them too hard of a time alright? But also, be an absolute ass, trust me it’s incredibly fun.”

Cheers shaked the stadium, and Mark couldn't stop the pride growing in his chest, even if he wanted to.

She laughed, “Oh absolutely. Thank you Mark.”

“Good luck, Head Engineer.”

More time had passed, and Mark was now retired, living out his remaining days recounting stories of the past. Books had been written about their journey, about the Captain. He was happy that their story was being told. 

Few of the original crew remained, although Mark was the last of the crew leads. Celci and Gunther visited from time to time until they passed. Himself and Burt enjoyed the end of their engineering career before Burt had died. 

And when it was his turn, he was no longer afraid. Dying over and over again desensitized it to him a long while ago. Years passed, and Mark never took off the ring, as he wore the other one around his neck hanging from the simple chain. It still hurt that the Captain was no longer there. That they couldn’t see what the colony they loved was becoming. But as time came and went, he began to accept his reality. And as he grew old, he hoped that he wouldn’t wake back up in his cryo pod. He was content with where this lifetime had taken him. He was happy. 

Besides, someone was waiting for him on the other side. He held their helmet between his hands as he began to drift, ready for whatever was going to happen next.

He awoke surrounded by a white mist. An initial worry echoed through him that they hadn’t been successful in the destruction of the Warp Core; he began to expect the worst.

Thankfully, this wasn't his cryo pod. However, he wasn't really sure where he was at all. Looking down at his hands he noticed that they were no longer wrinkled and worn. His beard had returned to its original dark brown.

“Took you long enough huh, asshat?”

Mark whipped around. Before him an uninjured friend stood expectantly. Their uniform was pristine, and their face was everything he had remembered. They held their arms out wide. He stood frozen for a moment, finding it impossible to believe that they were really there.

“Come on slowpoke,” they joked, “I’ve waited this long, I don’t want to have to wait any longer.”

Their laugh filled his chest with a long forgotten fondness.

Crashing into their arms, he couldn’t stop the flow of tears that poured from his eyes. 

With his head buried into the nape of their neck he could feel the flow of their voice against his ear. 

“Don’t worry, Mark.” They shushed, “I’m not going anywhere.”

They stood together like that for an undetermined amount of time, until he was certain that they wouldn’t disappear if he let go. He still didn’t, and he probably would never let go of them again, but he did take a small step back. Enough to look them in the eyes, a small tearful glaze enhancing their vibrant color. Never had they looked more alive than right now.

"I love you too, Captain." he said after a while, “I wanted to say it then, but I couldn’t find the words.” The confession pulled more tears to the corners, bubbling emotions finding their way to the surface.

They smiled at him. The captain’s hand reached up to hold Mark’s cheek, brushing the tears that were streaming down Mark's face away with their thumb.

“I know.” they confessed. “I knew then too.”

“I wish you would have said something sooner you ass.” He jabbed.

 They brought his head down to their lips, so they could plant a soft kiss to his forehead, before bringing theirs down enough to press their own forehead against his.

“I knew long before, I think. I was just afraid I was going to lose you again.”

They pushed themself away before dramatically gasping, “The nerve! And I thought we were having a sweet moment!”

Neither of them were able to keep a straight face for long, laughing at their own stupidity as they pulled each other back in. Their toresos fit seamlessly together as though they belonged there. Mark's hands held the backs of the Captain's arms, as their hands rested along the front of his uniform. After a moment, they pulled themselves the rest of the way in.

The movement was slow, but it was nowhere near hesitant. They both understood that they had all the time they needed. Nothing had to be rushed. No one was going anywhere this time.

Though not spoken aloud, they shared one thought.

“This was worth the wait.”

Either of them could have said it, but they didn���t need to.

The kiss shared between them made that clear.

When the two separated, their faces didn’t stray far from each other. Simply pressing their foreheads back together. There was no war to fight. No colony to command. No wormholes. Just each other.

And, for the first time in years,

They were happy.

A.N: Thank you for reading! This was definitely labor of love, and I will still probably want to add and change thing, but I'm posting it as it is for now. I hope you've enjoyed! Don't worry, I have some other ideas cooking up so I shouldn't disappear again for a while.

Till next time! -Soup

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[steveharringtonat3am]

Kinktober day 1: Bondage

so this is my first ever little fic for stranger things so i hope you guys enjoy!! would love to hear any feedback <3

kinktober masterlist!!

pairing: steve harrington/fem!reader

word count: 955

warnings: bondage, oral (fem!receiving), begging, steve being adorable

I was nervous. Like painfully nervous. I’m sitting on the couch in Steve and I’s shared apartment, folding laundry and trying to pay attention to the sitcom playing on the tv. But all I can think about is Steve’s text from 15 minutes ago.

‘Got a surprise for you. Be home in 20.’

Now, presents weren’t unusual with Steve. He often came home with something for me, whether it be a piece of jewelry or a little succulent. But surprises were a whole different thing.

I wracked my brain for 20 minutes as I try to think back and remember if there was anything he had brought up that would tell me what this surprise was. But I had nothing.

“Baby? I’m home!” The door swings open and I’m immediately on my feet. He’s holding a black plastic bag, with no brand name in site. What the hell is it?

“Hi Stevie! How was work?” I greet him normally, kissing him softly despite my desperation to peer into the bag. He smiles fondly at me and hugs me tight.

“Work was fine. But I’ve been dying to give you this surprise.” He holds out the bag to me and I reach inside and pull it out.

“Are these…handcuffs?” I inspect the pink fur-lined cuffs while my boyfriend grins at me.

“Yep! I figured I could cuff you to the bed and have my way with you” He wiggles his eyebrows and I can’t help but laugh.

“Alright baby. Just make sure you’ve got the key.” He holds it up to show me, before slipping it into his pocket and kissing me passionately.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” He mumbles against my lips, refusing to pull away for even a second. He can get so clingy before sex, but I love him all the same.

We stumble into the bedroom, a tangled mess as Steve desperately tries to pull off both mine and his clothes as fast as possible. The second I’m left in just my panties he practically tackles me onto the bed.

“Baby I’m not gonna run away, you don’t have to bear hug me.” I giggle as he kisses along my neck. He gives me that stupid grin of his as he pushes my hands up to the headboard.

“Trust me, you definitely won’t be going anywhere now.” He secures the handcuffs around my wrists to the headboard, kissing the inside of my wrists. He was such a softie sometimes.

“So now that you’ve got me trapped, what do you wanna do to me?” I smile as my boyfriend finally gets undressed, his hard cock slapping his stomach.

“Well I’ve had such a long day…figured I could relax by eating something sweet.” He winks as he settles between my spread legs, kissing the inside of my thighs. He’s so slow as he peels off my panties. I pout at his pace but he says nothing.

When he finally gets the soaked fabric off I have to bite back a whine. Steve is especially handsome in the low light of our bedroom and he always teases me about how weak I get when he gets undressed.

“Anything to say, baby?” He smiles and I shake my head.

“Not even a little beg? I don’t have to let you cum, you know.” I suck in a breath at the gentle threat. Steve was a big fan of leaving me needy and it was not something I wanted right now.

“P-please Stevie? Please eat me out? You’re s-so good at it and you look so handsome baby please?” I whine, hips bucking into the air. Normally my hands would be tangled in his gorgeous hair but that wasn’t an option tonight.

“Okay babe.” Is all he says before he dives in.

His tongue makes the loudest noise as he circles my clit, moaning against me as I whine. Steve was such a giving partner. At this point in our relationship he knew exactly how to make me feel good.

“R-right there!” I tug at the cuffs desperately as he pushes his face impossible closer to me, teeth gently grazing my sensitive bud. He slides a finger into me slowly and my back arches. His fingers were long and very skilled.

“Steve-Steve please go faster? Please I wanna cum baby.” I pout and he looks up at me, the lower half of his face shining in the low light.

“Your wish is my command.” He winks, slamming two fingers into me with no warning. I moan way too loudly, hands in tight fists to make up for the fact I can’t grab him. His free hand grips my thigh and the slight pain of his nails digging into my skin mixed with the pure pleasure he’s bestowing on me, is enough to send me over the edge.

“Fuck!!” I cry as my orgasm shoots through me. Steve is relentless as the pleasure washes through my body. The room is quiet now, the only sound is my heavy breathing. I feel a little hazy, and already half asleep. Of course Steve knows this. He always knows exactly how I feel, even when I don’t.

“Did such a good job baby.” He uncuffs me, kissing the skin of my wrists once again.

“You didn’t get to cum.” I pout but he just kisses my forehead and pulls the covers over the both of us.

“As long as you feel good, I feel good. Now sleep baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

thanks for reading!! hope you enjoyed it!

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[residentdormouse]

"Invite me" for the ask game! :)

💖 Thank you for the Ask!! 💖

Alright, so trying to stick with canon only interactions for another one. Going with Teddy and Harold for this. Also posted on Ao3 if its preferred for reading:

Playing the Long Game

Fandom: The Stand

Characters: Harold Lauder and Teddy Weizak

Words: 859

(Drabble Prompts - Original Post)

"Hawk! Hey!”

Harold stopped mid step, but hesitated turning around. Unexpected interactions always threw him for a loop, and Teddy was no exception. Despite his playful nature, Harold was sure the man had to have something going on behind it all. He had to. They all did. Humanity. Nasty little tendencies behind the veneer. Some just took longer to reveal themselves.

Footsteps could be heard behind him. One last attempt was made to fix his expression, adjust his mask as it were, but he had already spent too much time in his head. Before he could turn, he felt the grip on his back. The light shake that rippled through his body. The laughing echoing in his ear as Teddy’s arm rested across his shoulders in a half hug. Little choice was left in the matter, and Harold reluctantly followed in step as Teddy continued to walk forward, oblivious to any resistance.

"Couple of us are going down to the dorms. Use the generator to set up a movie night. Whaddya say?"

"Oh, that's… I'm not sure—"

"C'mon, everybody needs a little break here and there!"

But that’s what Teddy failed to realize; this wasn't a break. Not to him. What Teddy was proposing was entering a social battle that required constant vigilance. Anticipate the moves, blend into the background when possible, and strike only with a sure bet. Practiced movements and rehearsed repertoire. Break? Exhausting is what it was, and Harold certainly didn't have the energy to put up a front for that long. Not after a full day of cleanup.

The thought of the daily activities only ushered in a wave of fresh memories. Sensory recall he wished he could will away. Smells that would threaten to upheave anything he managed to put down. Decomposition. It lingered in his nostrils and he could almost taste it. That’s all that was there for him. Death. Disgust…

All things he would put up with to position himself where he needed to. A place to get the most leverage when the time came.

But now… This?

"I don't know, Teddy. After today, I think I just need some time to clear my head."

"And what better way to do that than a little mindless entertainment, yeah? Shut down your brain and enjoy."

"Not sure that's the movie doing that."

Along with the comment, a slight incline of his head was made towards the joint tucked behind Teddy's ear to highlight his implication. As far as vices go, he could think of worse, but it served as perfect ammunition for a shot or two when needed. To break the tension. As a diversion.

Teddy, however, was undeterred. In fact, the jab only served to spur him on more. A twinkle picked up in his eyes as his head cocked to the side, smile bursting from ear to ear. Joy continued to course through him, reaching his limbs as he pointed Harold’s way.

"Ah, got me there!” 

Another flash of enjoyment waved across his features before he fell back into his pitch. “When in Rome, am I right? But seriously, you’re tellin’ me you just want to go back to a dark house in the quiet and…”

Trying to think of the possibilities had already stumped him, and his face crinkled as he contemplated the right option. But while his thoughts had stalled, Harold found the pause began to slowly kill him inside. Building up until he couldn’t take it any longer.

“What? There’s plenty of things. Read. Write.”

“That’s clearing your head? Sounds like fuckin’ work, man.”

“Some of us enjoy that type of thing. You know, the ones that didn’t smoke away our brain cells.”

As the words came out, Harold stiffened. That had been too far. Too familiar. Was retaliation to follow?

But once again, his poking was answered with a goofy smile and a pleasant laugh. One that Harold could find himself adopting. One that now seemed to come naturally. A genuine smile. And a genuine laugh.

For once, interaction wasn’t forced. It had no agenda and it flowed freely.

It was accepted.

“Yeah, yeah. Duly noted. But even those types can still sit back and appreciate the wonder that is Keanu Reeves' career. How’d he get there? Did he know? Mysteries of the universe that can only be answered with another viewing of John Wick. Are you in?”

Before he even knew what he was doing, his head began to nod. Did he just agree to this? What was he doing? 

“Yes! Knew I could count on you! I’m swinging by the station to get a few snacks, wanna help haul?”

And as he followed Teddy around the bend, the first turn straying from his path home, he contemplated his choice. Doing the hard tasks, the dirty work, that was a part of the long game, but he still needed visibility. If he chose the right moves, things like this could provide opportunities to do just that.

The ad hoc had their time now, but people were going to know Harold Lauder. Every dog would have his day.

Maybe there were worse ways to pass the time.

#Mouse is back on her nonsense #the stand 2020 #harold lauder #teddy weizak #thank you again for the ask!!

[nehswritesstuffs]

Designated Chaperone

Has anyone done this yet? I went to see Film Red last weekend and so much of it is currently living rent-free in my brain right now, the Heart Pirate contingent included, which meant that fic was bound to happen.

2903 words; contains spoilers for a specific Film Red gag, I guess (and the movie as a whole); I love our favorite jaded double-genocide survivor and his crew of nutbags; the idea that Bepo needs a chaperone despite being twenty-two and presumably able to use both Electro and Sulong is kind of hilarious in of itself, as long as you don’t think about the One Piece world at-large (Law just wants his fuzzy little brother to have a good time yo); be glad I wrote about this and not a compare/contrast essay between this and Jango’s Dance Carnival lol

Bepo wants to go to a concert. The problem is, well, his fan kit is too embarrassing.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

In faint memories, ones blurred by trauma and time, Trafalgar D. Water Law used to actually enjoy music. He could recall festival bands and radio snails; his sister attempting the violin and their mother gently correcting her; the way his parents would dance to certain songs, clung together and swaying in the dim office that was their sitting room. All that changed, like so many others, with the Amber Lead and the subsequent systematic elimination of Flevance. Later on in his tumultuous childhood, Doflamingo’s court was only one for Dressrosan music, which was something he barely experienced due to leaving the Family so young. Much music still brought a pang of sadness to his heart, one he was not entirely certain would ever fade away with time.

The rest of the Heart Pirates, however, loved music. Worse yet: they were disastrously bad at it. Every so often, when there was nothing to do after dinner, they all got together and procured musical instruments out of somewhere and then proceeded to—very poorly, mind—play a medley of North Blue standards. Law, not wanting to ruin the mood thanks to something beyond the control of anyone there, would sulk back to his cabin and attempt to do something else to pass the time. The metal of the submarine would always betray him, however, and carry the screeches and bleats and booms throughout the entire expanse of the Polar Tang. Nowhere was safe.

“Alright, that’s it,” he ordered, putting on his best scowl. The crew was all in the galley, stopping mid-song. Hakugan and Bepo even stopped their dancing to join in the guilty staring. “New rule: these concerts can only happen outside.”

“…but we’re not scheduled to resurface for another three days,” Shachi mentioned.

“I don’t care. Either take lessons—which good luck with that considering what we do—or play music that was made by a professional. Those are your options.”

“That doesn’t sound very fair,” Ikkaku fired back. The guys all stared at her as she confronted their captain; the only woman amongst them and yet she was the one with the balls to argumentatively sass back. “Music is fun, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“It’s not when it sounds like you’re butchering a goat alive, which is only a slightly-muffled goat mid-butchering if I head to my quarters and do my best to ignore you. No more concerts indoors until something improves. Don’t think that’s leeway to kidnap Bone-ya. Or anyone else. That’s final.”

Was he proud? Not entirely, he mused as he stomped back to his cabin. It was at least going to get him some peace and quiet for a while. He locked his door and laid down on his bed, letting out a long exhale as he tried settling himself long enough to get some rest.

Oh, could he have not been more wrong.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

As it was, the moratorium on the crew playing instruments inside the confines of the Polar Tang resulted in one very specific thing: the introduction of Princess Uta into their lives. The young woman with two-toned hair would broadcast concerts and put out shells that played her music over and over again, the songs becoming staples alongside the Soul King’s on the submarine. Her work was well beyond festival bands and the living instrument of a Supernova—it was stuff with emotion and range, that worked deep into one’s very soul until there was little but her music being played. She was a rare talent, that was for certain, but there was still something about the crew’s recent infatuation with her that put Law a bit on-edge.

“So this is her, huh?” He was holding the box that the latest Tone Dial came in, with her face printed along the side. She was… cute…? He guessed…? She looked around the same age his sister would have been had she… no, none of that, Law. Just be normal for a change.

“She’s a bombshell, that’s for sure,” Penguin grinned, high-fiving Shachi. The two of them and Ikkaku were relaxing in lounge chairs while Law sat underneath an umbrella with a medical journal and the remainder of the Heart Pirates were attempting to teach Jean Bart how to play beach volleyball. Well, Bepo was in the cool air of the submarine as it stayed docked a short ways off the island, but that was a given for Summer Islands.

“You’re gross,” Ikkaku grumbled. Shachi rolled his eyes.

“You’re jealous she actually gets flirted with, Miss All the Other Hearts’ Sister Figure.”

“Sach, Uta’s just a kid.”

“She’s twenty-one, thank you,” Shachi defended. He watched as their captain placed the box back down on the blanket, the music of the nearby Tone Dial filtering through the open air. “You know, rumor has it she’s planning a concert.”

“We’ve seen plenty,” Law stated. They had. At least she sang better than Clione.

“No, like, a live one,” Shachi clarified. “She’s never done one, unlike Soul King.”

“The two of them should collaborate,” Penguin decided.

“That’s a bad idea,” Law stated bluntly. Ikkaku snickered while Penguin and Shachi sulked.

“What do you mean by that, Captain?” Shachi growled. “Don’t you think that would be one of the best collaborations of all time?!”

“I would barely trust the two of you around her—get Bone-ya, and Blackleg-ya by extension, and I fear for her safety.”

“Killjoy,” Penguin mumbled. “You can dump a hundred hearts on the doorstep of the Celestials, but allow the greatest musical collaboration of our age? Apparently that’s off-limits. Who knew?”

“I can and will scramble Little Penguin to somewhere on this island and you won’t be able to find it to reattach before we leave; same goes for Little Shachi,” Law threatened.

Both men squirmed uncomfortably, which Ikkaku’s snicker became a full-on cackle. The captain casually went back to the medical journal in his lap and reached for his drink—he was certain he had not heard the end of this.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

…and of course, he was right. Again. Despite the fact he wanted to be wrong for once.

The rumored concert was more than just a rumor—it was a full-blown event. Elegia, the venue for the festivities, was large enough that a lottery system was put in place and, if someone won, they had a small window to call on a transponder snail and get as many tickets as they wanted. The only trick was that they were not for resale, only gifting, to ward off scalpers. Why would you resell free tickets anyhow? Anyone not chosen in the raffle pull was going to be relegated to a call-in show, where the video snails could broadcast to the entire rest of the world live. Being there in-person was highly sought-after, however, and it seemed as though every single Heart Pirate other than the captain put in to increase their chances.

That being said, only one person ended up getting their name drawn on the Polar Tang.

“I can’t believe it!” Bepo sobbed, holding his winning notice. The bear bounced around the top deck of the Tang, the other music-lovers cheering him on. “This is like a dream come true!”

“You’ve known about her for five months,” Law reminded them. He was promptly ignored, so he fluffed out the newspaper and continued to read. Damn, they were annoying sometimes. “I should tell Bone-ya on you all.”

Still being ignored, Law took it as a sign that this was merely going to be a thing he would never understand. The man made a valiant attempt at ignoring the commotion, until there was suddenly a distinct lack of it. He didn’t look up from the newspaper, not until a large shadow blocked his light.

It was Bepo, and he was wearing a pastel pink t-shirt with an arrow-rent heart on it, along with the most garish-looking contraption Law had ever seen. It was large and light-up and consisted of three fans, the one behind his head possessing a large UTA. Oh no…

“How do you like my outfit for the concert?” he beamed. “I’ve been working on it since we all put in for the lottery.”

“It is flamboyant… and I grew up knowing Donquixote Doflamingo,” Law noted. Bepo bowed and muttered out a quick sorry. “As long as someone’s willing to go along, I’m not stopping you.”

“You sure about that, Captain?” Law leaned over to glance around Bepo, seeing that the entire rest of the crew was cringing at the bear’s getup. “Maybe… Bepo can go by himself…”

“Nonsense,” Law said. “While Bepo’s strong on his own, he’s still a Mink and there will be a lot of variables at this concert. We don’t know if there will be anyone wanting to snatch him for sale or to get to us as a whole. He needs a chaperone, so to speak. Figure it out amongst yourselves.”

“…but…!”

“No buts, Peng—figure it out.”

“Captain…”

“Put in for a pair of tickets, Bepo,” Law said, going back to the newspaper. “You’re going to the concert and one of the goons is going with you.”

Bepo cried again, not able to contain his joy.

The rest of the Hearts cried, not able to contain their embarrassment.

Just as Law liked it.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The next couple of weeks were rather tense, to say the least, amongst the denizens of the Polar Tang. While Bepo made fine-tuning changes to his getup, the rest of the Heart Pirates were attempting to figure out who was to go with him. No one could look the bear in the eyes and actually tell him no—not when it came to something like this. He generally asked for so little, was always apologizing for every tiny thing, that it was of the collective crew’s firm belief that Bepo should go, and that one of them should take him.

Their only real issue was attempting to decide which one.

“It should really be one of you,” Uni said, pointing between Penguin and Shachi. The lot of them were in the galley as Law and Bepo were charting the next few legs of their course, including their stopover by Elegia. “You two have known him the longest.”

“Yeah, and we already know that the guy is almost too much for us to handle together, let alone for one of us,” Shachi replied. “It should be Ikkaku.”

“Why me?” she snapped. “I’ve got work to do.”

“Listening to the concert while you pretend to tune up the Tang doesn’t cut it,” Clione fired back. “Maybe Jean Bart can do it—use it as an excuse to know the guy a bit better.”

“No,” the burly man said adamantly. “I did many things considered humiliating when I was a slave and had no choice. Now that I’m free, I’d like to be choosy about when and where I look like a fool, thank you.”

“Captain said that we needed to choose someone by the end of the day or he would choose at random, need I remind everyone,” Penguin said. “Now how are we going to make sure that Bep gets to go while sacrificing the least amount of our dignity?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? There was no way that Bepo was going to be dressed less-obnoxiously, not with the amount of bear-hours he put into his getup, and there was no way anyone in the galley was going to be seen with someone dressed like that. Hell, they enjoyed the fact they all essentially had uniforms. There was something to be said about the oneness of them, how it brought them all together, and how it really forced them to look at their crewmates as not only individuals, but part of the same unit. It made them a more united front…

…wait! That was it!

“I think I figured it out!” Ikkaku grinned. The guys all looked at her in confusion. “None of us have to go!”

“Ikka—Captain said one of us has to go,” Shachi groaned. Her grin never faded and all the pieces snapped into place inside his brain. “Oh… I see…”

“See what?” Hakugan wondered. The masked pirate watched as Ikkaku’s grin spread like wildfire, wondering what was going on until, suddenly, clearly, everything made perfect sense.

Without speaking a word, the Heart Pirates made a decision.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The Polar Tang was moored on a small island, not large enough to have its own climate, but close enough to a nearby Spring Island to benefit. Most of the crew was enjoying being in fresh air and on solid land again, glad that the ventilation system could filter out the past few days of farts and burnt butter with help from the gentle breeze. It was a wonderful, serene, calm day…

“Alright, who’s going with Bepo?” Law asked. His crew looked at him from where Bepo was currently readying a small vessel to take him to Elegia not far away. He was already dressed up in his fan-attire, which raised the silent question of if he was going to be using himself as a sail. “You said you chose someone. Now who is it?”

“We all decided unanimously,” Penguin said, stepping forward as the crew representative, “and it is the one out of the entire crew who deserves the chance to go and have fun with Bepo the most, by far and away.”

“Then why is no one getting the boat ready with him?” Law asked. Penguin put one hand on Law’s shoulder, clenching his other fist with tears in his eyes.

“It is a sacrifice I know you won’t make lightly, Captain,” Penguin said. “We’ll all be here rooting for you.”

Law’s eyes went wide. “Now wait a minute…!”

“You didn’t say who was in the pool of candidates, Cap!” Hakugan cackled. Law grew pale and his normally-razor-sharp mind began to shut down. Him? Attend a massive concert? With huge crowds? And Bepo looking like a fool of a hyper-fan? He lost count of how many times he’d almost died years ago at this point, but this could have been the one to do him in.

“Bep, we’ve got your concert buddy!” Shachi announced. The Mink looked just as Penguin turned Law around and shoved him towards the small boat. Bepo’s eyes went wide and he caught his captain, bringing him into a crushing hug.

“Oh, I knew you’d come around to Princess Uta eventually, Captain!” Bepo cried. “If we get going now, then we can be guaranteed to get good seats! The entire stadium is a grassy park!”

“Bepo… I…”

“No need to worry! Bep’s got it covered!” Ikkaku shouted. The other Heart Pirates waved their captain and navigator off, not caring how much trauma they were inflicting on the former, nor how much they were absolutely screwed if something happened to the latter.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Jean Bart asked as the tiny boat headed towards the distance.

“’Course it is,” Ikkaku said cheerily.

“…but he’s dressed for the beach,” Clione noted. “His legs are out.”

“Man needs to live a little—show himself off more,” Shachi replied, trying his best to not burst into laughter. “Maybe, if we’re lucky, he might actually get some while they’re out. You know… a little bit of alternative crew recruitment?”

“I don’t know which of you two is worse,” Ikkaku scowled. Penguin snickered just out of her reach, which caused her to shoot him a glare in warning. “Now, if you excuse me: Uni and I need to make sure our setup for the concert is in working order.”

Somehow, Shachi and Penguin felt setting up the projection rig was a lot like when she needed to wash her hair.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

As it turned out, the Heart Pirates that had stayed back on the island had missed an absolute banger of a time. Between getting stuck in a psycho-fantasy-dreamworld and not being able to do anything about it (because they could see the darkness from Tot Musica on the horizon, while seemingly stuck on the island, and it was not a good feeling in the slightest), and the fact that there was a huge beatdown between major world powers both inside the dreamworld and out, and the revelation that Uta was also, somehow, Red-Haired Shanks’s daughter…? There was a lot to be said about being there in-person.

“You gotta tell us what went down, Bep!” Penguin pleaded. It had only been five whole minutes since the navigator and captain had returned and the others were full of questions. “Did you do anything in the dreamworld that you also did in the real world?”

“Did you still need to avoid the Marines after that?!”

“What’s Princess Uta like in-person?!”

“Did the captain run off with anyone for a couple hours for reasons not battle-related?!”

More than a couple punches and kicks went Shachi’s way as he was disciplined for such a ridiculous question. Their captain put up an island-wide room and scrambled something, the rest of the crew looking confusedly at one another before Shachi pulled a literal leaf from his pants and began to run red-faced into the nearby forest.

“Anyone says a damn thing about anything and they’re on the next freighter we see,” Law threatened. “In pieces. Gagged. In a crate. Bound for Germa.”

Yeeaahhh… that was not exactly what anyone had in mind.

#One Piece #Trafalgar Law #Bepo #Heart Pirates #fan fiction #Film Red spoilers #I love these dumbasses #one the best non-Straw Hat crews by far #and that's coming from someone who's been swooning over Shanks for two decades #Oda landed on gold when he needed to make the Supernovas up on the fly lololol #though how much of it was Brand New Material and how much was just moving stuff forward idk #look at me posting not-Zoro fic on his birthday. what a time to be alive

[mountttmase]

Helloooo🤭🤭🤭

Coming home to an empty house never got easier, just like getting into a cold bed still made his tummy sink but he’d made his bed and now he had to lie in it. MY HEART CRACKED

Mason hated answering calls from strange numbers, but it was late and the fact that they’d called again straight away made him think he really needed to pick up so with a slight huff he sat up and hit the answer button. YOU WONT REGRET DOING IT

‘’Yeah it’s me’ he answered, unsure of who was asking after him but just as he was about to moan at whoever was on the other end for calling, the voice speaking to him suddenly clicked in his brain and his breath caught in his throat. ‘Wait, y/n is that you?’ HE RECOGNISED HER😭😭

‘Um no, not really’ you sniffed, ‘I was at a gig and I met these people and… well long story short they took all my stuff. I’m at the police station now and they said I could call someone and yours was the only number I could remember’ you told him, feeling a little silly now as you listened to his deep breathing on the other end of the line. Gulping down a nervous lump before carrying on. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you or anything I just-‘ OMG POOR GIRL🥺 SHE HAS TO BE SO UPSET AND SCARED

‘Y/n, I’m coming to get you. Just tell me where you are’ he said sternly. Getting out of bed and stuffing himself into his shoes as you told him the address of the station you were at and thankfully it was only 15 minutes away. ‘Just stay where you are, I’ll come inside’ HE IS MY FAVOURITE HUMAN BEING

‘Yeah cause that’ll look great. Mason Mount spotted leaving Manchester police station in the early hours, I can see the headlines now’ OH SHUT UP AND DONT BE MEAN NOW

Mason was out of the door as soon as you’d hung up. Driving well over the speed limit but it was all he could do to stop his mind whirling. This wasn’t how he’d planned to see you again but you needed him and no matter what he’d always come running. I LOVE HIM

HER THROWING HERSELF AT HIM????

OMG POOR GIRL WAS JUST ENJOYING HER CONCERT AND THEY RUINED IT😭

OMG SHE TRUSTED THEM AND THEY STOLE EVERYTHING FROM HER????

You knew he wouldn’t pick up on the first ring if it was from a random number so you called back straight away and after four rings his sleepy voice came filtering through making your eyes sting immediately. You hadn’t heard it in so long and thought you might never again but you held it together as best you could. THIS KILLED ME, SHE KNOWS HIM SO WELL OMG🥺

As soon as you started speaking you felt stupid. What were you expecting him to do? He wasn’t yours anymore and he owed you nothing but as soon as you were able to explain you could hear him shuffling about to come and get you and the relief you felt was overwhelming CAUSE YOU STILL LOVE EACH OTHERRRR

‘It’s alright, you’re fine’ he whispered into your hair. Rubbing your back to comfort you just like he used to but it just seemed to make your tears feel faster. ‘Come on, let’s go. We’ll go sit in the car yeah?’ OH BABIES

‘Yeah, bloody fantastic. What do you think?’ You huffed, feeling awful immediately as you knew he was only looking out for you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye as you felt your mood sink even further. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean that’ Y/N I KNOW YOU'RE NERVOUS BUT HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS TREATMENT

‘I don’t even know’ you laughed, not having many options right now. ‘‘Can you go to Luke’s? I gave my spare key to Anouska’ you told him, not even thinking about what you were saying, but you knew from the moment his face dropped even further he was upset by what you’d said. OH BABY BOY FEELS BETRAYED

Something stopped him in his tracks though. Turning back to face them and the broken look on his face made Anouska’s lip wobble. OH 🥺

‘I asked you guys where she was so many times, every time you said you had no idea but you knew along? How could you do that to me?’ He asked quietly, the hurt in his voice evident at his friend’s betrayal but they were quick to try and reassure him. OH MY LOVE

‘I’m really sorry, Mase. She’s got no one and I was just trying to look out for her, I thought it’s what you’d want’ Anouska told him, and Mason didn’t have anything to say. Upset his closest friends had been secretly hiding you behind his back but his emotions were all over the place from everything that was going on tonight and he didn’t want to make everyone feel worse so in the end he just nodded before bidding them a farewell and sulking back to the car. I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM OMG

‘Don’t worry about it, you should see my bathroom right now, it’s a right state’ he laughed, thankful he seemed to be perking up a little but you hated the way he referred to it as his bathroom. He used to call it our bathroom, the one you shared before things took a turn. ‘What did the officers say happen now?’ OH HE SAID MY, I'M KINDA PROUD OF HIM, LIKE SHE DESERVES A BIT OF PAYBACK

‘I think it’s best I stay, just until the locks are changed at least. There’s random people walking about with your keys so I’ll stay for a bit to be safe’ he told you and his concern for you even now melted your heart just a tiny bit. MY MAN

Squishing yourself into the side so your thighs didn’t touch but thankfully he seemed to be having the same idea to keep as far apart as you possibly could on the worn out sofa. OH THSI HURST

‘Oh’ he breathed, nodding his head solemnly but you weren’t quite sure why he’d suddenly turned so moody again and you figured you should explain a little more even if it did take you down a path you didn’t want to be going down. HE IS JEALOUSSSSS

‘A date? We’ve been broken up for two months, Mase. Is that what you think of me?’ You laughed, slightly in disbelief at what he seemed to be accusing you of. SHE IS BEING MEAN WITHOUT A REASON

‘Please’ he interrupted, his hand gently touching your shoulder before he pulled back. ‘It’s been a long night for you and there’s no point in you being sat out here like a lemon. I’ll come and find you when it’s done, yeah?’ SAT LIKE A LEMON 😂😭

You felt silly and exposed. All the things you were protective of had been taken away from you from right under your nose and you couldn’t believe you’d let it happen. You were usually so aware of what was going on but these last few weeks and tonight especially made you realise maybe you weren’t as switched on as you thought. OH GIRL, I HATE YOU WHRN YOU'RE MEAN TO HIM, BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WANT TO GIVE YOU A BIG HUG

You were determined not to cry, hugging you pillow to your chest as you squeezed your eyes shut tight but the sobs were only moments away and when you heard your front door shut you couldn’t help but finally let things out as you realised it was just you and Mason alone again. OH BABY GIRL

Mason was stuck, not sure if you wanted to be left alone or if maybe you needed his comfort but in the end he pushed his worries to the side and went to you. It always broke him seeing you upset and right now was no different so he carefully popped himself onto the bed behind you and pulled you body into his chest. Holding you close as you buried your head into the pillow. HE IS A LITTLE SWEETHEART

‘Why don’t you and Jenny speak anymore? You told me she was like a sister to you’ he asked you carefully, knowing it must have been a touchy subject but you knew you needed to be honest with him now. He deserved the truth after all you’d put him through and all he’d done for you tonight when you didn’t deserve his kindness. OK I'M READYYYY

‘I let her get into my head, let her say horrible things about you. I let her get in between us and I know it’s not all her and I played my part but I shouldn’t have listened to her’ you sobbed. ‘I ruined everything’ SHE FINALLY OPENED HER EYES

GOD BESTIE GOOD JOB I HATE JENNY INCREDIBLY

Everyday she would ask about him, wondering where he was and who he was with. Wondering why he wasn’t spending time with you and you didn’t know when, but soon enough her words started to stick. Every missed diner or unreplied to text that you used to think nothing of suddenly was sticking out to you like never before and you wondered if she was right. SHE IS A PIECE OF SHIT

‘You need to be strong, babe. Be firm with him and say it’s not acceptable. There’s not an excuse in the world that I’d accept for him not coming tonight, you don’t deserve to be treated like this’ Jenny told you. ‘You wait until you’ve found someone else, he’ll regret it then and he won’t be able to do anything about it’ OH SHUT UP

You hadn't given him a chance to tell you what he was doing as you spent your time ignoring the day before but he was just as pissed as you were this morning. Furious with you for not hearing him out and telling you that the whole reason he wasn’t able to go out with you last night was because he was booked in for a charity event for children who were learning to read and speak English and he thought you were coming with him. OH I LOVE THAT YOU USED THAT IDEA FOR THE REASON OF THE CHARITYYYY

When Mason left for training you’d called Jenny, crying down the phone to her about everything that had happened and she convinced you to pack your things and get out. Even coming round to help you finish off and and drive you away so you could stay with her for a few days whilst you found a place of your own. THAT'S SHITTY Y/N

As soon as Mason realised what was happening he was blowing up your phone. Demanding to see you and talk things out but you refused, hanging up on him in the end before sending him a text to let him know you needed space but you were done and not to message you again before you blocked him. HE DESERVED MORE THAN A STUPID TEXT

I LOVE HOW YOU DESCRIBED WHAT HAPPENED WITH JENNY

‘Find her for me?’ He asked, opening up instagram so you could pull up her profile and look at the messages she’d sent him. I THINK YOU DONT WANT TO SEE MASON

OMG THE MESSAGES 😒😒😒😒

‘Why would she send me this shit?’ He laughed, coming out of the messages so he could go back to her profile and block her before throwing his phone to the side and looking back down at you. ‘I’m sorry she’s not who you thought she was’THE FACT THAT HE IS ACTING SO SWEETY WITH HER AFTER ALL

‘Cause I love you’ he told you seriously and you felt your whole body freeze. Loved you? Still? ‘Yeah we may not like each other a whole lot right now but I’ll always love you, y/n’ he confirmed and you felt your eyes sting. OHHHHH ILL MELT

‘God I’m so fucking stupid’ you laughed, nuzzling into his neck and you laughed at the way he held you slightly tighter. YOU ARE😌

‘It’s not the phone, it’s what was on it. It’s gone and I can’t replace all that’ OH, BUT HE IS HERE NOW

‘I’ve got years worth of pictures and memories on there, I never backed my phone up or anything so they’ve all gone. And yeah maybe I’d have to get rid of them at some point but I wasn’t ready to let them go yet. To let you go.’ I'LL CRY

‘I’m right here bubs. You can’t get rid of me that easily’ he whispered. Cradling your face as he gazed into your eyes lovingly. ‘Whatever you lost, I’ve probably still got it on my phone so when we get you a new one I can just send it all over’MY MAN😌

‘Look at me’ he whispered. Pulling back so you could look in each other's eyes and then softness in them made you melt. ‘You’ve stuck by me through thick and thin for years. Every game, every tournament, whatever it was you were there for me. I know I wasn’t the greatest at being there for you but I promise you I’ll try a lot harder if you’ll let me’ THE FACT THAT HE IS TRYING EVERYTHING TO NOT LET HER PUT ALL THE BLAME ON HERSELF????

‘Why didn’t you just come back to me’ he uttered, his voice sounding the saddest you’d heard it all night and it was close to breaking you. OH BOY🥺🥺🥺

‘I wouldn’t have, I promise’ he told you tearily. ‘I had a feeling there was more to it but I’ve missed you every day, you know? Your my one and I’ve been going out of my mind not being able to get hold of you’ HE IS TGE SWEETEST

THE KISS ON HER PALMM

‘You better budge up then, what size bed is this anyway?’ He joked as he helped you off of him and you felt your face flush as you pulled back the covers. SILLY

‘I’m so sorry’ you breathed. ‘I really am so sorry Mase but I’m here now and I promise I’ll make this right. If you still want me’ YESSS

HE CALLED IT OUR HOUSE 🥺🥺🥺🥺

‘We both know you’ll be back sooner or later, and I’m never letting you go anywhere again so we might as well just crack on’ he joked, tucking his head into your hair as you both clung to one another. ‘Do you still work half days on Friday?’ GO MASONNNN

‘Okay perfect. Pack up what you can tomorrow afternoon then and I’ll come by after training and help and then we’ll get you back home okay? Back where you belong’ BACK WHERE YOU BELONG

THE KISS

AND HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO STOP HIS HAPPY GIGGLES

OMG BESTIE 🤭🤭

YPU ONOW HOW MUCH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE AND YOU DEFINITELY EXCEEDED EXPECTATIONS

I HATED HER IN SOME POINTS WHERE SHE WAS BEING MEAN AT HIM RANDOMLY, LIKE POOR MAN WAS SLEEPINGGG AND CAME TO PICK YOU UP, BE NICE

I LOVED HOW ANOUSKA FELT SUPER SAD AS SOON AS SHE UNDERSTOOD THAT THEY HURT HIM🥺

I LOVED HOW HE MADE SURE TO LET HER RELAX WHILE THE DOOR WAS BEING FIXED

AND HOW HE IMMEDIATELY HIGGED HER WHEN HE NOTICED THAT SHE WAS CRYING

THE WAY YOU EXPLAINED WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THE WAS PERFECT 😌

AND YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVED? HOW HE CALLED THE BATHROOM HIS, CAUS EHW PROVABLY WANTED TO HURT HER A BIT AND WHEN SHE HAD FINALLY EXPLAINED HERSELF HE CALLED THE HOME OUR🥺🥺🥺

THIS WAS PERFECT, THANK YOU FOR MAKING A RAINY SUNDAY A LOT BETTER

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WORK OF ART WITH US😌🩷🩷

HI BESTIE IM SO LATE

thank you so much for this I know you’ve been waiting for this one 😭 I’m I’m so happy you liked it and picked out all the best parts 🥺🩷 your feedback is honestly the best and I love getting to read the fic back with you 😭 also

WE HATE JENNY

[thestrup36monahan]

Jakefiction SPELLBOUND txt - Chapter 130 - Bad Feeling wait stew quote-p3

Fantasticnovel SPELLBOUND txt - Chapter 130 - Bad Feeling develop brash to you-p3 Novel-SPELLBOUND-SPELLBOUND Chapter 130 - Bad Feeling faint disgusted "It's quite alright, Young lady Evielyn. It has to have already been a really traumatic practical experience for you personally. Don't fear, Gavriel can never feel you once more." He said a confident voice. "We will guarantee of the. Won't we, Lord Lucius?" "Sure, Evie." Lucius put in. "So, you are going to vacation for now and put it off patiently for my come back. After I negotiate this, we will finally brain back home. So just dangle inside, all right?" Several hours afterwards. "I see. That does add up." Leon bowed. "I realize, Your Highness," he said then Caius delivered him to wait patiently away from the front door. Caius retracted his fretting hand and straightened. But his expression which has been sullen and slightly darkened suddenly illuminated up just as before upon seeing and hearing Evie's past collection of description. It looked as if her justification and working performed good enough to encourage him of her response to his touch. "Oh yeah, proper. I might have been also thrilled inside my prefer to assist." Caius relented as he nodded, in which he finally retracted his fretting hand again. Having said that, his grin at Evie and his overly pleasant action and gaze on her only additionally made Evie feel awkward. She did not such as the way he was looking at her. It really gave her a bad sensing. Evie nodded. "I find that I'm not quite as scared of him than the other vampires. Might be because he's one half-our?" The look on Caius' face built Evie's inside nearly churn. She enjoyed a poor sensing about it. What sneaky options are you experiencing the sleeve, Caius? Chapter 130 - Undesirable Feeling Caius retracted his fingers and straightened. But his phrase which was sullen and slightly darkened suddenly lit up up again upon ability to hear Evie's final series of description. It seemed like her excuse and operating did the trick sufficiently to tell him of her reaction to his feel. "Prince Caius is appropriate, Evie. You don't must be so reluctant any further. I'll never enable anybody else injure you ever again." Lucius consoled his daughter while he hugged her and patted her on her travel as if she were still a little bit gal requiring comfort. I Just Won't Play By The Book Caius retracted his hands and straightened. But his phrase that has been sullen and slightly darkened suddenly lit up up all over again upon listening to Evie's past type of description. It seemed just like her justification and operating been working sufficiently to convince him of her response to his impression. "T-thanks a lot," she pressured herself to look. But deeply within her, she was worried her effect was a bit an excessive amount of. She cannot supply them with any touch to uncertainty her by any means! Not the slightest. "I… I am just sorry, Your Highness. I… I… was just…" she pretended to stammer in fright, and begun to stick through to her dad, resuming her working once again. "Seems like I am accustomed to reacting similar to this now when a vampire tries to t-effect me –" she said, as her tone of voice shook somewhat almost like she was only keeping in mind a little something lousy that had occurred to her. As soon as the doorstep exposed, Evie nearly broken out in a grin for the sight of Leon standing upright large and rigid close to her father. But she immediately touch on her lip instead because someone she did not assume emerged with him or her. The crown prince had also been on this page! What was he carrying out listed here? When the doorstep launched, Evie nearly broken outside in a grin on the appearance of Leon position tall and stiff close to her daddy. But she immediately tiny bit on her lip instead because a person she did not anticipate came along together. The crown prince have also been below! That which was he undertaking on this page? Whenever the entrance exposed, Evie nearly burst in a smile within the vision of Leon position taller and inflexible next to her father. But she immediately tiny bit down on her lip instead because somebody she failed to expect to have came along together. The crown prince seemed to be in this article! What was he engaging in below? "Appreciate it, Daddy." "Did… did the emperor agree to my require?" Evie asked her father in a shy process and Lucius smiled frequently. "Oh, right. I could have been far too fired up within my would like to support." Caius relented while he nodded, and the man finally retracted his hand just as before. However, his teeth at Evie with his fantastic overly welcoming action and gaze in her only even more produced Evie experience unpleasant. She did not like the way he was checking out her. It just brought her an awful sensing. Evie nearly permit her to smile reduce but she somehow managed to enlarge her smile in thankfulness as she appeared over to Caius. "Thanks a lot for your guide also, Your Highness." the agony of the church 1917 The look on Caius' experience created Evie's inside nearly churn. She had a terrible sensing relating to this. What sneaky packages have you got your sleeve, Caius? "I am really relieved that you are currently okay and properly, My Woman," Caius smiled genially at her while he hit out and had taken her fretting hand and was about to kiss it when Evie suddenly snatched her fretting hand backside. She was grabbed unawares at exactly what the prince just do. Her eyes ended up vast and showed a small security alarm in them. Section 130 - Terrible Sensation "Evie," Lucius retained Evie's shoulders and checked directly into his daughter's eyes. "I will abandon at daybreak." "I see. That does make sense." "Did… have the emperor accept to my demand?" Evie expected her dad within a timid fashion and Lucius smiled widely. Evie nodded. "I discover that I'm not as fearful of him than the other vampires. Perhaps because he's a half-man?" "Crown prince, Caius, I value your give to aid my little princess, however i do believe it's still too early on her behalf to get this done. I believe we have to give Evie somewhat more time and energy to adapt at the moment." Lucius claimed just after Evie kept private for a significant though. This brought on Evie to sigh in relief in their head. Thank you so much, Father! You're truly the ideal! Not failing to remember to remain up with her working, Evie was easy to greet the vampire prince. "Greetings for you, Your Highness." Evie sorted out him which has a small curtsey. She hoped in the center that her steps demonstrated enough honor merged together with the small concern that she supposedly experienced of vampires. "Yes, Evie." Lucius additional. "So, you may vacation for now and wait around patiently for my come back. Immediately after I work out this, we are going to finally top of your head back home. So just suspend inside, ok?" "Did… did the emperor agree with my require?" Evie expected her dad in the shy method and Lucius smiled generally. "Yes, Evie." Lucius included. "So, you will definitely remain here for now and delay patiently for my return. Just after I settle this, we are going to finally head back home. So just hang up inside, ok?" "I see. That does sound right." Several hours in the future. "Did… performed the emperor say yes to my demand?" Evie required her dad inside a shy way and Lucius smiled frequently.

#i seem unsuited for dating chapter 40

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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[darkmegs]

LOVE IS A PIECE OF CAKE (kuroo tetsuro)

DAY 3 OF MY VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL!

masterlist for the v-day series [ here ]

warning: x gn!reader, strangers to lovers, pretend dating, fluff, food and eating.

dedicated to: @sunbeamx the loml, and the other members of kuroo’s simp club

kuroo hated valentine’s day.

at least, he hated it in the sense that made him grow a strong distaste for all things romantic. perhaps his less-than-stellar love life played a role in his judgment, but he would never swallow his pride far down enough to admit that.

he believed that life could be enjoyed without the need for a romantic suitor. which is exactly why he sought out going to a coffee shop on valentine’s day. the hell to social views! if kuroo wanted to have some dessert at a coffee shop amid cheesy, hormonal couples, he can. and he will.

but not alone…

a man of shallow bravado. if he wanted to face the world with a rebellion, he simply had to drag his best friend along. poor kenma—bribed with videos games and chocolate milk—had to endure kuroo’s nonsense for the day.

however, in a turn of events, kenma un(fortunately) fell under the weather. without his best friend by his side, kuroo sat all alone, in a booth at the coffee shop. a sour scowl adorning his lips.

he clicked his tongue, setting his phone down after reading the short text kenma had sent. he looked around, spotting all the bright and happy couples that occupied the shop. his mind started drawing up illusions of what he thought they were saying.

“why is that guy by himself? did he get dumped?”

“poor thing, so lonely on valentine’s day…”

“yikes, i wouldn’t wanna be him.”

he scoffed, folding his arms to his chest. “jokes on them, i’m completely fine!”

a waiter walked by just as he spoke. the man awkwardly eyed kuroo, who mirrored his uncomfortable state with wide eyes of his own. the silence lasted for a second, but it felt like an eternity until he walked away. even then, he kept glancing back at him in concern.

sighing, kuroo figured he went through enough embarrassment. content with his defeat, he was about to ask for the bill of his hot chocolate, when he noticed an odd figure peering at him through the shop window.

relatively creeped out, he averted his sight, hoping the person would just go away. eventually, his wish came true when he no longer felt the heavy weight of watchful eyes. kuroo let out a relieved sigh and prepared to vacate his lonely booth, just as someone sat across from him.

he blinked once, twice. it was you: the shadow from outside the window. he racked his brain, trying to recall if he knew you from somewhere. too caught up in his own head, he nearly missed your first words.

“are you here with someone?”

what.

“umm…no?”

you hummed, squinting your eyes; allowing yourself to evaluate him, much to kuroo’s confusion.

“i’m sorry, do i know you?” he asked.

“no, you don’t. but i have something to ask of you, is that alright?”

what a weird fucking day, kuroo couldn’t help but think as he stared at you with raised eyebrows.

to be frank, he was deeply intrigued. the curiosity burned inside him, the need to know more about this peculiar stranger made the fire within him grow wilder and wilder. he had two options: leave or stay. he can’t quite explain it, but his body was itching for him to stay.

and so he did.

“depends on what you’re asking for,” he replied.

a smile crossed your lips, “let me offer a proposition to you…uhhh?”

“kuroo.”

with a twinkle in your irises, “kuroo.” you repeated.

“well, kuroo, here’s the deal. i heard this coffee shop is famous for its signature valentine’s day red velvet cake. but—they only offer it to couples…”

“so…?”

you sighed, disappointed that he hadn’t picked up yet. “so, if you do me the favor of pretending to be my date so i can try some of this legendary cake, i’ll pay for your bill in return, how’s that?”

kuroo hummed, mulling the idea over in his head. what an offer. he admitted that it benefited both sides, but was he really willing to spend the evening with a stranger he knew nothing about? for all he knew, you might be some sort of robber or criminal.

you sensed he was hesitating, so you added, “you know what? i’m feeling generous. it is the season of love, after all. i’ll even share some of my cake with you. tempting, right?”

you’re good at persuasion, he’ll give you that. he pondered on the enticing offer, meeting your charming smirk every time he glanced at you. what was he going to miss, anyway? it wasn’t like he had plans or a special someone to see.

fuck it.

“sure.”

you beamed, “ah great!”

you raised your hand to call the nearby waiter. kuroo’s eyes widened and he hurriedly moved forward to get you to lower your hand.

“hey, no-no-no!!” he whisper-yelled.

you do as he urged, furrowing your eyebrows, doubtingly. “what’s the matter?”

“l-let’s just wait for another server,” he answered, chuckling nervously.

you shrugged, picking up his forgotten menu and skimming over the appetizing choices, even though your heart—and stomach— were set on the v-day cake.

“ah! umm, excuse me?” kuroo waved over a waitress that was passing by.

“hi! may i be of any help?” she asked, cheerfully.

“yes,” you spoke up. “can we have one of your bento red velvet cakes?”

she flashed her pearly white teeth, jotting it down on her notepad. “our special! would you like that with a side of vanilla ice cream?”

“hmm,” you turned to kuroo, “ice cream?”

not expecting the sudden question, he stammered out a “huh? oh umm, yes.”

“will that be all?” she asked.

“another hot chocolate, please.” kuroo said, gently pushing his empty mug towards her. if you were planning to pay, why not get another drink?

“make that two,” you chimed in.

“alrighty,” the waitress clipped her pen back to her apron, “coming right up for the happy couple!!”

she turned on her feet and walked away. you let out a content sigh, knowing the taste of that cake will be melting on your tongue soon.

kuroo looked around. in the middle of a love-fest hurricane, he just so happened to be in the eye. his imagination played tricks on him and he felt as though the crowd wasn’t as judgmental now that he had a date.

he turned to you, “so…what’s your name?”

“i’m y/n, lovely to have your company.” you told him, stretching your hand out for him to shake.

he shook your hand, nodding slowly.

“are you still a student, kuroo-san?” you asked.

“yes, and no need to be so formal,” he dismissed.

you gave him an awkward smile, feeling a bit embarrassed. sensing your discomfort, kuroo took the lead.

“what school do you go to?”

you shook your head, “i’m from another prefecture, you wouldn’t know.”

he hummed, “then what brings you here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“i have an entrance exam in 2 days; i plan to study here in tokyo for college,” you answered.

kuroo nodded. so you might be sticking around, huh?

what? no. it was way too soon for him to be thinking of that. he had just learned your name 20 seconds ago! he can’t possibly be bothered by your future residency. keep it cool, tetsuro.

“and you? do you intend to study after high school?” you brought him back from his daze.

“definitely. truth be told, i’m more consumed by volleyball than entrance exams…” he confessed.

“you play?”

“yeah, my team’s going to nationals in a few days.” he naturally had to brag.

“that’s so cool! which gymnasium will it be held in?” you exclaimed.

“the tokyo metr— wait…why are you asking?”

“so i can see you play.” you said, tilting your head, obliviously. the thought of being a little too invested hadn’t even crossed your mind.

kuroo felt his mouth run dry. he won’t lie, something about you being excited and supportive about his interest and team sent a jolt to his gut. the good kind.

“here is your order~” the waitress came back, causing him to finally tear his gaze away from you. she set down your drinks, and there…there it was: the promised cake.

your eyes practically sparkled as she lowered the plate down onto your table. kuroo lifted his hand to his lips to hide a chuckle.

“it’s here! it’s here! WAIT!” you quickly rummaged through your bag. kuroo raised a perplexed brow until he saw you fish out your phone, snapping tons of photos of the highly-awaited cake.

“for all this anticipation, this better taste like heaven on earth.” he joked.

“it will!! i just know it!” you sighed, dreamily. picking up your spoon, you stared at it in adoration.

“…are you going to make out with it?”

you shot him a glare, as though he interrupted an intimate moment you were sharing with the cake. his hands flew up in surrender as he leaned back into his seat, allowing you to have the first bite and rejoice in this honorary moment. you took a deep breath before having your first taste.

kuroo watched intently, waiting for your reaction. you stayed silent for a few seconds, and he almost thought you were grieving, but then you slammed your fist onto the hardwood.

“this tastes fucking amazing!”

he let go of the breath he was holding and smiled. “that’s good to hear.”

you slid the plate to him, “try it! try it!”

there was no point hiding the amused laughter that rumbled from his chest. he took a bite and hummed in satisfaction.

“i thought you were exaggerating, but i believe you now.” he said.

you joyfully ate your cake, humming with every munch. kuroo watched, sipping from his hot chocolate.

“you know,” you started, swallowing down your food. “i think love is a lot like a piece of cake.”

he set his mug down, his knitted eyebrows illustrating his intrigue.

“i don’t mean that as in it’s easy,” you stared at the cake, poking it with your fork. “i mean, it’s soft, sweet, tempting from the first sight. it has layers, takes time and effort, and…once you get a taste, you can’t get enough.”

kuroo dwelled on your philosophical conclusion. it was an interesting take, he thought. you must be a romantic, he deduced.

“i can agree with your statement,” he said, “but not for those reasons.”

you gave him a look, encouraging him to go on.

he picked at the cake, “well, yes. love is like a piece of cake. it’s frail; easily crumbled. it’s meant to satisfy a short and impulsive craving, dangerously irresistible. it’s alluring from the outside, but once you finish, you regret having it.”

after his response, silence filled your conversation. it wasn’t uncomfortable, instead, it was more of a moment of reflection. you each contemplated the other’s words.

finally, the corners of your lip turned upwards. “is that why you’re here alone on valentine’s day?”

his breath hitched and he felt the heat rise to the tips of his ears. his reaction answered your question, and you began giggling.

“what? why are you laughing?” he asked.

“you got ditched, didn’t you?” you snickered.

“n-no, i didn’t.”

you nodded, “yes, you did! why else would you be here by yourself?”

he crossed his arms defensively with a click of his tongue, “have you ever considered that a person might want to enjoy a nice day by themselves? without the need of company?”

you stifled your fit, “but today? on valentine’s day?”

“it’s the day of love. so who’s to oppose the concept of self-love?”

“…”

“…”

you sighed, “you’re a funny guy, kuroo.”

his cheeks dusted pink at the comment.

“i wish you really were my date…” you mumbled under your breath, but he heard it as plain as day.

pretending to play it off, he gulped down his hot chocolate, forgetting that it was still steaming. he spat it out, coughing heavily.

“jeez kuroo, be careful. here,” you told him, picking up some ice cream on his spoon and guiding the silver utensil to his lips. if he wasn’t flustered before, he sure was now. he bashfully parted his lips, letting you spoon-feed him like a toddler.

an elderly couple sitting close by aww’d at the cute scene. the wife leaned in closer and whispered, “my husband and i think you two look absolutely adorable together, happy valentine’s day!”

you smiled, “thank you, and happy valentine’s day to you, too!”

kuroo shared a polite smile with the couple, but his focus was on you the whole time. maybe he was falling in love. maybe the universe found irony in his heart; maybe he found love on his journey to defy love.

ding!

the sound of his phone receiving a notification snapped him back. you glanced between his phone and him, sitting back down so he can reply to his text.

> ken 🐈 : are you still at the coffee shop? could you get me chocolate pancakes? >:)

kuroo rolled his eyes, aggressively writing back to kenma. he was grumpy from both the fake blond’s request and his untimely interruption.

“everything alright?” you asked.

“yeah, just a brat,” he muttered.

“is it your date?”

he stopped typing once he heard you. he looked up, only to find you staring at your feet, shyly. he locked his phone, “yeah…”

you nodded, dejectedly. biting the inside of his cheek, he added, “my best friend’s a real pain…he canceled on me and now he wants chocolate pancakes.”

“oh…” you lifted your head up, feeling your cheeks heat up. “right then, let’s get him some.”

kuroo waved his arms, “no, it’s fine—“

“no, let’s. besides, i have him to thank for letting me spend today with you.” you winked, playfully.

kuroo’s brain shut down.

he couldn’t process anything; from your words to your wink. his eyes bore into the wall as you asked a waitress for chocolate pancakes to go. he only managed to regain his composure when he heard you ask for the bill.

you noticed his confused expression, “it’s getting pretty late.” you explained, gesturing to the sky outside that was slowly painting darker.

kuroo nodded, albeit disappointed. you asked if he wanted the last bit of cake and he shook his head, wordlessly. the waitress came back with kenma’s order in a little heart bag.

“here’s your takeout—” she handed it over, “—and your bill.”

you paid for the meal, giving the waitress a tip and also paying for the old couple’s bill. you’re a sweetheart, kuroo thought.

when the waitress left, you stood up and gathered your things. he got up with you, preparing himself for your farewell.

“here’s your friend’s pancakes,” you gave him the bag, admiring the cute design as he took it. you sighed, meeting his eyes.

“well…thank you, for today. it was nice meeting you, kuroo. i really appreciate it.” you said.

he nodded, “likewise, y/n. you’ve definitely given me an unforgettable valentine’s day. ‘don’t think i’ll ever forget it…or you.”

you smiled, sincerely. stepping forward, you pressed your body against his in a hug. you felt so warm, so comforting. it took him a few seconds before he wrapped his arms around you. you smelled incredible.

you pulled away, “goodbye, i guess.”

he grimaced, “bye, y/n.”

you took one last look at him, urging yourself to memorize his image, until it burned into your brain, until you had every feature engraved in a picture-perfect memory, until your mind was consumed with nothing but him. you nodded curtly, before walking out the shop.

once outside, you inhaled a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment; trying to remember what he looked like. you strolled along the pavement and pulled out your phone, searching for the nearest bus stop.

“wait!!”

it can’t be.

your turned around and saw kuroo jogging towards you. you couldn’t hide your shock (and delight) as he got closer.

“kuroo? what are you doing?”

he exhaled, “here.” handing a bag from the coffee shop.

“what’s—“

“the legendary valentine’s day red velvet cake.”

you stared at him, in awe. he smiled, “think of me when you eat it, hm?”

you timidly looked away, taking it, “i will.”

“also…”

“also?”

“can i…” he let out a sigh, “can i have your number?”

a grin broke out across your face.

“what for?” you couldn’t help but tease.

he smirked.

“so we can have more cake next year.”

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A/N: If there’s anything I learned from doing this, it’s that vampirerry is an utter WHORE. Good for him!!!! As for myself, I’m done with the semester and my term projects and finals left my singular brain cell fried, so this was a nice way to get back into writing again. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you to the anon that suggested it, this was super fun to do! :D

read you’re someone i just want around here

word count: 6k

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Harry is very attentive when it comes to aftercare with Y/N. The sex they have is often rough and includes toys, degradation, and multiple rounds, so he believes aftercare is non-negotiable. Rough sex can be fun, but if it’s not followed by a lot of communication and post-performance support, it can take a hard emotional toll on a person. Even when intimacy isn’t meant to be inherently sentimental, there has to be a certain level of connection and etiquette surrounding it, or it could end badly for both parties involved. He always checks on her immediately after they finish, simply to gauge her headspace and how her body is responding, and after he’s made sure she’s alright, he goes into his usual routine of skin-to-skin contact and gentle coddling. Reassurance and praise is just as important afterwards as it is during, because it’s good to let a partner know that your appreciation runs deeper than just the physical need felt in the heat of the moment; everyone deserves to feel valued beyond their body. 

Harry proceeds to clean Y/N up after every session, because it’s the least he can do since she’s usually the one getting the brunt of the work. He’ll fetch a clean towel dampened under warm water to wipe her clean, or he’ll offer to help give her a bath or a shower— whichever route she prefers. Harry dresses her, and changes the sheets if need be, and tucks her into bed to ensure she’s nice and comfortable. If it’s been a particularly intense session, he’ll go the kitchen and bring back a snack and a drink— a granola bar and a Gatorade, or some chips and her favorite juice, or if she’s feeling especially hungry, he’ll happily go out of his way to prepare her an actual meal— and he insists on feeding it to her bit by bit until she’s come to enough to handle it on her own. If she’s not hungry, he at least brings her a glass of water and urges her to drink it; better to be safe than sorry. After that, more cuddling is the status quo, which normally ends in Y/N falling asleep in his arms, and Harry has absolutely no problem with that at all.  

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Harry’s favorite body part of Y/N’s is probably her chest. Yes, he likes it for sexual reasons— obviously— but there are innocent reasons for his fascination, as well. He likes how responsive she gets when he touches her there— how he can get her going just by groping her the way she likes it, or by using his mouth to tongue across her nipples until she’s writhing in pleasure and whining for more. He loves leaving hickies all over her tits, probably more than she likes receiving them. It’s just so fucking hot seeing himself marked all over her, especially when she’s putting on a bra and he can see all of the dark bruises scattered across the cleavage spilling from the undergarment. Filth aside, he also enjoys loving all over her chest. Absentmindedly cupping them while they’re snuggling, nuzzling his head between them while they’re watching television, massaging them under her shirt with his large palms as she sits back against his chest, sipping a glass of wine and chatting away, unwinding after a long day. It’s a form of intimacy; it provides a type of closeness nothing else can. 

As for his own favorite body part, it’s a tie between two different areas. He loves his thighs— they’re one of his most prominent features. They’re thick and meaty and sensitive, so they’re the perfect sweet spot to touch when he wants to get riled up. Given his previous response, it can be easily deduced that he likes to get hickies there, as well. The marks look great peeking out from under his briefs (for the short amount of time they last, anyways) and they make a great accessory to the large tigerhead tattoo along his left thigh. It’s artwork, really; a proper Picasso. 

His other favorite body part...well, take a lucky guess. It’s likely not that far off— literally, considering it hangs right between his thighs. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Harry’s personal preference is cumming inside. He adores feeling the way Y/N tightens around him when he finally orgasms (she’s just so warm and soft and unbelievably tight; it’s like she was made for him), almost as much as he loves seeing her reaction. Her body will immediately start to wriggle and her back will arch as she releases broken little whimpers, clinging to his shoulders with her nails and begging him to fill her until he’s milked his worth. Hearing her ragged breathing and feeling her sweaty chest stutter against his is enough to do him in, but when she goes as far as to gnaw on his ear and whine a soft little, “Want it all, baby. Want you dripping out of me when we’re done.” Well, that’s enough to kill him all over again. 

Of course, there are times when Harry likes seeing himself all over her, too. On her outstretched tongue, or smeared across her pretty face and plush lips (she looks particularly cute when it ends up all over her eyelashes), or streaked over the valley of her tits, or pooled at the center of her tummy. If he’d been taking her from behind, then he likes seeing it run down the backs of her thighs, or splattered across the dip of her spine. And if she’d been giving him a handjob, then seeing himself dribbling down her fingers is just as good. Why? Because those fingers usually end up in her mouth, which means he ends up all over her tongue, and so the cycle comes full circle. How poetic. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Did Harry suggest wearing a matching set of a vibrating cock ring and buzzing bullet to do grocery shopping once? Yes. Did he drop three glass jars of peach preserves by accident as a result, causing them to have to book it out of the bread aisle while trying to look as unsuspicious as possible, which failed horribly because they were literally hobbling like a crippled elderly couple? Also yes. Did they end up fucking in a Target fitting room? Definitely. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

A lot of experience. Tons. Immense amounts. Insane amounts. Two hundred years of the same seven continents just means two hundred years worth of sex across every single one. And it gives you plenty of time to find the clitoris, as well as giving you a chance to learn the female anatomy like the back of your hand. That being said, Harry doesn’t doubt he could make Y/N cum with his wrists tied behind his back and a blindfold strapped to his face. In fact, he’s made her cum just by using his thigh, so that in itself is enough credibility to last him several more lifetimes. The toy chest in his closet and the fact that he’s well-endowed are bonuses— he knows more than enough tricks to keep her satisfied with just his tongue. Not to mention his fingers— they’re long for a reason.

F = Favorite position  

Funny enough, Harry doesn’t have one. He’s spent so many decades cycling through every possible position in existence, it’s gotten to where he can’t pin-point a preference; all positions are unique, and they each have their own appeal. Reverse cowgirl is nice because he likes watching the way he stretches Y/N open with every plunge of her hips, and it also gives him the luxury of marking his rings across her ass in the process. Regular cowgirl is nice, too— having her chest bouncing in his face is nothing short of a divine miracle, in his opinion. Doggy style is a staple, and there’s always different add-ons he can apply to spice it up; for example, taking her from behind with her wrists tied to her ankles, or bending her over the kitchen counter with her face pressed into the marble, or fucking her against his glass wall with her hands and chest flushed to the cool surface as their breaths fog the floor-to-ceiling window. 

Missionary is a tried and true option, and just like it’s prior counterpart, it can be enhanced with a variety of extra tricks. Bondage is a good condiment, against the wall is always a nice touch, spread-eagle never goes wrong, and just having her legs wrapped around his lower back is more than enough. However, he does have two favorite variations of the position. The first is when he mounts her legs onto his shoulders or along the inside of his elbows to open her up more, and then just ramming his hips down at a very specific angle that hits her g-spot just right, pounding her into the bed so hard she tears the sheets off the mattress. The second is a cowgirl-missionary hybrid: he sits back on his heels and uses the steep downward slope created by his thighs as elevation, pulling her ass onto his tilted lap and swinging her legs over either side of his hips. He gropes her waist with his palms and yanks her forward, bouncing her against his cock and watching her completely dismantle as he nudges all the right places with as much speed and force as she deems fit. 

And then there’s fucking from the side, but that’s a whole other extensive conversation he doesn’t have time for. 

Actually, maybe Harry will entertain it for a minute or so. He usually throws one of Y/N’s legs over his neck to get a deeper range, manhandling her roughly onto her side and yanking her closer to his body by her waist, grasping it with stern vigor and holding her down against the mattress, grunting out a gravelly, strict command along the lines of, “Stay fucking still.” He’ll drill into her at a brutal, consistent pace, staining his fingerprints along the curves of her torso and sponging damp kisses onto her ankle, smirking into her skin as he watches her fist at the duvet in a futile attempt at maintaining her bearings. It’s pretty evident that she can’t, though; the way her eyes lull around their sockets from his harsh stride does a terrible job at hiding her lack of self-control, alongside the fragmented curses she gasps out whenever he nudges her g-spot with the head of his cock. 

“Oh, that was such a pretty noise. Did I hit that little spot you like?”

Her response will be begrudging, as always, which he thinks is ridiculously useless considering he can see her burying her face into the pillow to hide how her jaw drops open in sheer rapture. “No.”

“No?” The vampire leans forward, stretching her leg towards the headboard and preening at the garbled squeak that escapes her gritted teeth, plunging deeper as he lowers himself to her level. He knots her hair around his knuckles, tugging sharply until her face is tilted back enough to meet his fiery gaze. “Then why are you starting to shake?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood, honestly. There are definitely serious moments, but Harry enjoys the humorous ones just as much. He already adores making Y/N laugh and smile on a regular basis, and that desire only grows when he’s buried between her thighs, simply because she just looks so fucking cute laughing with her hair splayed around the pillows in a messy halo, her sounds of glee stuttering due to how sharply she’s jolting against the bed. He loves feeling her giggle into his mouth as he cracks sarcastic jokes and makes stupid witty comments that break the intensity in the air, especially because she’s usually clever enough to return them with some of her own. Then they both end up snickering like idiots as he tries to keep a solid pace, which eventually tapers to a messy, haphazard stride as their laughter drowns out their goal to the point where he has to take a genuine break to collect himself. There’s tons of examples— how could there not be? Sex is hardly ever perfect, so awkward moments are not only expected, but guaranteed. What better way to handle them than with a bit of humor?

There was an incident once where Harry accidentally knocked their foreheads together so hard, they both bruised (which he responded to with, “I’m pretty sure this isn’t what Cosmopolitan meant when they suggested matching couples tattoos.”). Another time, he got so into the moment he didn’t realize he was jack-hammering the top of her head into the backboard until she brought it to his attention (and made a comment saying it sounded like a sped up version of the beat to We Will Rock You). A bad case of the hiccups. Y/N burping right in his face halfway through his orgasm. A random leg cramp that made him think he was going to need amputation to survive. Accidentally rolling off the bed or couch onto the ground and nearly dislocating both of their spines in the process, getting his cross earring tangled in her hair and nearly ripping off his ear trying to get it out, and the unfortunate collapse of a pillow fort he’d spent over an hour building. He even sneezed in her face once, and when she instinctively went to shove him back, she wound up slamming her palm into his nose so hard he nearly passed out. Nose bleeds aren’t necessarily sexy, per se, but he just dug blindly through her nightstand until he found two new tampons somewhere in that black hole she calls a drawer, shoved them in his nostrils, and kept going. No one can ever accuse him of being unresourceful. 

Queefing. Lots and lots of queefing, which he usually starts mimicking with his mouth, and then she responds to that by whining and telling him to cut it out, and then he takes to mocking her whining instead. It normally finishes with them laughing so hard that Harry’s cheeks hurt from smiling so big, but it’s a good type of pain. The best type of pain. 

H = Hair (how do they groom?)

Harry likes keeping himself neat and orderly, but he doesn’t enjoy going bare, so trimming is his grooming preference. There’s just something so unappealing about a completely smooth dick— it looks like raw chicken and it’s fucking disgusting. He doesn’t have anything against a good bush, but it tends to get unruly and he’d rather not have to overcomplicate his shower routine. And honestly, he can’t trust himself because last time he had a full front yard going, he got shitfaced and tried to braid it on a dare. Keeping the hedges trimmed is the ideal landscaping option, and it just looks way hotter— a uniform dusting of hair is a good accessory and it just makes everything look more cohesive, given that he also fancies keeping his happy trail thick. It’s all about aesthetics, isn’t it? 

I = Intimacy (the romantic aspect)

It’s no secret that Harry’s been somewhat detached from intimacy for the last two hundred years or so. Intimacy is reserved for genuine romance, and that’s something he hadn’t entertained since before the lightbulb was invented. But now that he has Y/N, intimacy has crawled its way back out from the deepest recesses of his subconscious, where it had been shoved into a bottomless pit with the rest of his trauma. He likes it— he likes opening up to her in any way he can, because sharing those obsolete parts of himself with someone again is more fulfilling than he ever imagined. He likes kissing her randomly when she’s halfway through a sentence, just to feel her words die off abruptly in her throat as she gives into his gentle gesture, a delicate smile spreading across her satin lips. He likes whispering sweet phrases of encouragement into her hair when they’re tangled amidst sweaty limbs and rumpled sheets, reminding her of how much he cares for her and how beautiful she looks when she’s so far gone and how she makes him feel like his entire body has been set alight. He likes sponging soft pecks across the stretch marks along her thighs and across the dimples on her belly, her skin candy and velvet on his tongue as she releases a watery sigh that lets him know he’s doing all the right things in all the right places. He just likes letting her know she's special to him, in any and every way he can. 

Intimacy forges timeless bonds, and he reckons that assumption is unarguable, considering he knows a thing or two about eternity. 

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Harry likes to jack off, obviously. Who doesn’t? It’s why he has an entire section of his toy chest dedicated to self-pleasuring tools. Vibrating cock rings, an array of lubes that range from temperature-changing to sensation sensitivity, and a few pocket vags that get the job done whenever Y/N is out of commission (usually because of work). His favorite one is an electronic sleek black model that is made of a premium silicone material and has a variety of massage settings, suction strengths, and internal textures. It’s designed to make the session feel more real, and yes, it was expensive, but self-love is always worth the splurge. 

The beauty of living on his own is that he can get off wherever and whenever he wants, without having to stress about someone interrupting an important step in his pampering routine. He usually does it in his room and on his bed, simply because Y/N’s pillow is close by and the experience is heightened when her scent is swimming around his hazy, bliss-drunken mind. If Harry is feeling particularly needy, he’ll ditch the toy all together and just hump one out against the mattress or cushion. If it’s a particularly restless day, he’ll take a toy downstairs and lazily play within himself on the couch while browsing through Netflix. Those instances usually average a few tamer orgasms rather than a single large one, but he’s not complaining; his stamina comes in unapologetic waves that stem from a never-ending supply, and he certainly has the time to kill. If Harry gets the sudden urge in the shower or while he’s relaxing in his jacuzzi, he won’t bother fetching a trinket; he’ll just stroke one out with his hand, using the cool metal of his trusty lionhead ring to tease the tip until he brings himself to orgasm. It turns out daylight crystals have more than one use. 

There is one common factor amongst all these different choices, though: Y/N is present in every fantasy. And if the vampire is feeling especially bold, he’ll grab his phone and take a video of whatever he’s doing to himself, and then she’ll have a nice little gift waiting for her once she gets out of the café for the day. That usually leads to him receiving a present in return later that evening, and then he’s dialing her contact before the clip is even done playing, and then what he does during his alone time doesn’t require him being so alone anymore. 

K = Kinks 

Harry has tons— in fact, he has so many, he can’t really keep track. And he also has the sneaking suspicion that if he were to ever jot all of them down, he’d end up locked in some type of sex addict rehabilitation center. Bondage is a big one, so he’ll start there. He’s great with ropes, given that he learned his way around them ages ago. Chains are nice, but they can be a pain to set up without the right equipment; he’s thinking of getting a reinforced metal hook installed into his ceiling, like the one in his storage closet, which he uses to keep his punching bag secure. Handcuffs, obviously— velvet-lined, straight metal, fuzzy coverings, he’s got it all. Dominance, degradation, Daddy, Sir, choking, brat-taming, spanking, flogging, slapping— impact play in general, to be honest— spitting, wax, praise, begging, masochism, branding (mild stuff, no molten metal shit), collaring, discipline, dirty talk, edging, exhibitionism, face-fucking, face-sitting (with him on the receiving end), giving oral (is that a kink? It is now.) gagging (both the action and using the actual object itself), breeding (he hates that term but that’s the official name, unfortunately), teasing, voyeurism, role play, and… he thinks that’s it. Oh, and blood, but that doesn’t really count for apparent reasons. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Y/N’s couch is sacred, at this point. Their entire relationship started on that lumpy, worn excuse of a sofa, and it’s seen them through their progression from strangers to friends with benefits to lovers to more. It’s comfortable enough, the dark color hides any explicit stains, and the cushions always smell of her signature mixture of honey and lavender combined with Snuggle fabric softener. It’s finicky, but irreplaceable. His kitchen counter is a close second. It’s provided a lot, taken a lot, been through a lot— through a lot of Lysol wipes, to be specific. If it wasn’t marble, it likely would have been reduced to chunks and rubble by now, courtesy of his enhanced strength gripping the edges as he slams her against the smooth surface. The backseat of his Cadillac is consecrated, as well; there’s just so much erotic appeal to fucking in a car with rock music blaring in the background, muffling the obscene sounds of bodies connecting and a mixture of fever-pitch moans. The couch, the counter, and the Cadillac— the Unholy Trinity. 

The jacuzzi is nice, too, but for the sake of his clever little “c” alliteration, he’ll leave that one as an implied token. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As much as Harry claims he likes full submission in bed, he can’t deny that he loves being challenged. Delivering punishment and coaxing out an orgasm is so much more satisfying when he has to fight for it; it’s so fucking hot watching his girlfriend try to best him in a power struggle, especially when she finally— and undeniably, since he always wins— caves under his will and winds up begging him for what he otherwise would have gifted her freely. That’s where the brat-taming kink comes into play. He likes it when she mouths off and makes snarky digs, and he enjoys it even more when he tries to set her in place and she amps her disobedience as a result. There’s nothing more attractive than a battle of wits with someone who is a perfect match in every way. And when she channels her attitude into physical gestures, it riles him up beyond compare. For example, when she smirks and rolls her eyes, despite the fact that there’s trails of tears staining her cheeks and mascara smeared all over her waterline? Christ, he could go feral. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No feet, no feces, no beastiality. There’s probably more, but those are the ones off the top of his head.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving oral is great— he highly recommends it, solid ten out of ten— but giving it is so much better. Harry’s always been a giver, even when he was young and barely knew his way around a woman’s undergarments. The stereotypical expectation for a person who is beginning to explore their sexuality is that everything they do, they do for their own gain. It’s a selfish realization, yes, but it’s a primal type of selfishness that no one can truly be blamed for. It’s a simple concept: when you start having sex, you want as much personal benefit as possible. It’s only natural. But from the second Harry became sexually active, he came to find that providing release to his partner outweighed the bliss he could get from letting them pleasure him instead. It’s not direct pleasure, but rather cognitive, which more often than not translates itself physically. And when it comes to Y/N, that euphoria manifests tenfold. 

Nothing compares to having his face buried between her legs as she tugs and yanks at his hair desperately, her chest heaving and jaw falling open as he uses his tongue to unravel her from the inside out. Spitting sloppily onto her folds and hearing the raw gasp of aroused shock that escapes her sore throat, which causes his swollen lips to spread into a dirty grin as he latches onto the sensitive bud at the thick of her core, fiddling with it until her legs are trembling uncontrollably around his sturdy shoulders. Watching her features go slack as he bobs his neck fervently between her thighs, swiping the bridge of his nose across her clit over and over until the entire bottom half of his face is drenched in her excitement. Fucking his tongue into her and feeling her buck against his jaw as she holds him in place with her fingers tangled in his curls, whimpering his name repeatedly in a voice so shattered, he could probably build a mosaic with the fractures. Feeling her drip down his chin and into the collar of his shirt, savoring how sweet she tastes as he pins her hips down against the bed and groans feverishly into her cunt, his ego idolizing the image of her so disheveled under his influence. 

A measly blowjob is hardly any competition to that. Harry could very well cum just from eating Y/N out. In fact, he has, and that in itself is all the proof he needs. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This is one of those other factors that depends on the mood. If Harry has been waiting all day for it, his impatience bleeds into his rhythm, which means he settles for fast and hard. It means he settles for bending her over the back of his couch with one palm around her throat and his other fingers in her mouth, pounding into her with so much force, the sofa starts shifting across the ground. If Y/N has been teasing him endlessly for a decent amount of time, it’ll be rough and deep, but not fast; he’ll drag it out for as long as possible, just to make her regret acting like such a spoiled brat. That’s when he brings out the paddle, or the crop, or just manhandles her across his lap and spanks her until she’s apologizing profusely through her whines. If he’s in a soft, romantic headspace, it’ll be slow and sensual, with lots of gentle caresses, giggly kisses dusted across eager lips and droopy eyelids, and penetrating strokes that make his toes curl and tummy clench. 

Pace is relative, but the message behind it is all the same: I want you more than anything, and I’m going to show you just how deeply I mean it. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fun, Harry will admit. They’re filthy and messy, and they show just how far gone two people are for each other to the point where they can’t wait to feel one another at a later time; that they need to be together now, or they’ll go absolutely insane. Quickies are saved for when the urge strikes at random times. For when he’s out with Y/N at a park, sitting under the shade with his head in her lap as she combs his curls out of his eyes and thumbs over his chin affectionately, and the sun filters through the tree canopy just right to where it illuminates her lashes and the suppleness of her cheeks in a manner he deems ethereal. For when they’re at the mall, walking hand in hand and licking at ice cream cones as they survey the shops, and she reaches over to wipe a bit of Rocky Road off the corner of his mouth, replacing the stain with a soft stipple of her lips instead. For when they’re out eating dinner and playing footsie under the table like immature teenagers, and she’s trying to steal a French fry from his plate but he keeps fighting her off with his fork because, “I told you to order your own, but you wanted those disgusting potato skins instead!” And she’s laughing so brightly and unapologetically, giving him a look that so obviously tells him she can’t wait to get him alone, and nothing seems quite as flawless as that fraction in time, then and there and nowhere else.

These simple but memorable moments cause him to get love boners, which he jokingly refers to as “sniffy stiffies,” where “sniffy” has to do with being sentimental, and “stiffy”...well, that one is pretty self-explanatory, no? It always ends with them shagging in the car, or in the family bathroom of a diner, and in the case of the park, in an obscure area of the forest that lines the jogging trail. 

Quickies are just that— fast, but meaningful nonetheless, because they come from a place of genuine emotion. They’re fleeting, but unforgettable. Sniffy stiffy quickies, if you will. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Taking risks is the norm in Harry’s life, especially when it comes to his sex habits. He’s proven time and time again that he has no problem riding along the seams of a dare and just barely making it out unscathed, so experimenting outside of the bedroom is just another day in the life. Fingering Y/N in a music room in an antique shop, getting road head during a two hour drive back to Los Angeles, ripping his girlfriend’s panties out from beneath her dress at one of California’s most prestigious restaurants— the list is endless, really. Harry likes to think he has a gift for coming up with inspirational quotes on the spot, so he’ll lend his expertise here and now: “A life without risks is a life that isn’t worth shit.” It even rhymes, so he knows sorority pledges will have a ball putting it in their Instagram bios. A bit of charity work for the bird-brained. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Endless stamina. Literally. Vampires don’t stay tired for long, so he could be ready to go again within seconds. And he can last long, as well; his stubbornness and pride depend on it, and he likes making his partner cum first as an ego boost. He can go as many rounds as Y/N can and more, though he won’t push it. He doesn’t want her to end up in the ER with a bruised cervix. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Harry could run a sex shop from his closet; Y/N doesn’t take the piss by calling him “Fifty Shades” for no reason. He uses them on himself, he uses them on her, and he got high once and tried to sword fight Y/N with a dildo, so it’s safe to say he definitely uses them quite a bit. If his Lovesense Lush 3 vibrator could talk, he’d be drawn and quartered for excessive debauchery. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Harry loves teasing, that’s no mystery. Winding people up is one of his most practiced skills, so of course that would channel into his intimate life. He’s mastered it, though it’s not like it’s hard. A drawn out blink here, or a feathery touch there. An inch of space between his and Y/N’s lips to establish some tension, or squeezing her inner thigh with his palm hard enough to draw a tiny squeak from her chest. Touching her through her clothes, or leaving a trail of wet kisses down her throat and stopping right at her cleavage. Biting the sensitive skin along the inside of her knee, or dragging the tip of his cold nose down the center of her twitching tummy. Lapping slowly at her nipples until they perk up, or sinking a single long digit inside her and keeping it there just to feel her clench around it needily. And once he gets a pattern going, teasing molds into edging, edging molds into begging, begging molds into praise, and before he knows it, he’s hit four of his kinks with one roll of the dice. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Harry is very vocal in bed, and he’s not ashamed of it. He knows for a fact that Y/N loves it, and if him being loud gets her worked up, then he’ll let his throat go out in the process. He’s noticed that in different situations, he has an arsenal of sounds for each. If he’s being rough and dominant, he tends to groan, grunt, and growl. If he’s being desperate and needy, he turns to whines and whimpers to communicate how he feels. If he’s too zoned into the moment to distinguish all his emotions, broken moans and stuttered mewls are his default. No matter the circumstance, they all take the same route: they start low and soft, and escalate in volume proportional to the intensity of the moment. So what if half the building is hearing him orgasm for the third time as he mocks his girlfriends sobbing pleads and calls her his “dirty fucking whore”? Let’s be honest, it’s probably the highlight of their week. He has a great voice— a sultry, deep baritone that compliments his English accent nicely— and anyone would be lucky to hear it spew the filth it does. He’s yet to get many complaints, so he doesn’t intend on stopping. 

W = Wildcard (random headcanon)

An honesty hour moment seems interesting, so he’ll confess a few tales from his past. The first time Harry ever went down on a girl, it was against a tree in a garden and he nearly asphyxiated under all the layers of her gown. A couple of years later, he ended up getting oral from a reverend’s daughter against a tree, too, for the morbid irony and associated religious revenge. And to drive the point home, oral was only the beginning of what she gave him. His first decade as a vampire was definitely his pettiest. 

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It’s not uncommon knowledge that Harry’s well-endowed. He remembers how insecure he was the first time he had sex— a shocker, he knows; he was insecure?— and how he knew barely anything regarding sizing and how to use his assets accordingly. But it’s been ages since then, and now he definitely knows his way around his own body (let alone his partner’s), and he most certainly knows that he’s above average not only as a person in general, but when it comes to what’s in his trousers, as well. Harry won’t specify inches— he loves how speculation drives others mad— but it was big enough to give Y/N a decent pause the first time she pulled down his pants, and it’s big enough to leave her absolutely fucked every single time, without a single miss. If that’s not credibility at its finest, then he doesn’t know what is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Harry’s sex drive is insatiable, to say the least. His vampirism combined with his narcissistic tendencies makes the ideal cocktail— cocktail— for the constant fuse that’s always burning under his skin. He’s ready to go at all times; Y/N just has to say the word and he’s pulling on a pair of sweatpants as he grabs his keys, hopping down his complex’s corridor toward the elevator on one foot as he tries to get his last shoe on the other. Lazy morning sex is probably his favorite; he’s come to find it’s when he’s most pent up, usually after a sleepless night of feeling Y/N’s body heat radiating through all of his cold limbs. It also sets a great tone for the rest of the day, and he just loves seeing Y/N wake up to him lying on his side with his temple resting on his fist, his elbow propped against the mattress as he poses the other on his hip in a theatrical diva stance. He’ll smile at her giddily with all his pearly teeth, dimples twitching as his lashes flutter dramatically, dirty intentions written clear all over his face (“Good morning, hon—” “Wanna have sex?” “Harry, it’s ten in the morning.” “Is that a yes? Because it’s not a no.” “I haven’t even brushed my teeth!” “That’s fine, I’m gonna stick my dick in there anyways.”) 

All in all, his libido is insane, and he’s lucky that Y/N’s is up to par or else he would have worked her into an exhaustion-induced coma by now. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Harry just...doesn't. Maybe once every few weeks, but definitely more often now than before he had his girlfriend. Sleeping just comes way easier when he has someone he cares about resting beside him, their inherent warmth thawing the stiffness from his muscles and putting his racing mind at ease. He feels safe enough around Y/N to let his guard down— both literally and metaphorically— and that seems to help with his supernatural insomnia; it sedates that nocturnal hyper-instinct in his brain that demands he be aware at all times, muffling the animalistic part of him that has been manning the reins for the better half of the last two hundred years. He doesn’t need to be so on edge anymore when everything he needs is just an arm-length away. Especially when she’s usually willing to lend her chest as a pillow, and who is he to neglect her wishes.   

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