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Fanfiction Information [x] Chapter Title: Oblivion (part 1) Song: Oblivion by Bastille Release Date: April 15th, 2023 Word Count: 5.9k Content Warnings: There are mentions of blood, and I would describe it as mild violence? There is also some flashbacks of what I would consider harassment (unsure if others would view it that way, but figured I should warn people just to be safe!) If you have better terms, let me know and I will update this - and if I forgot anything, please let me know! Notes: Firstly, I've changed my URL. I am no longer uurravity, I am now ruthserbel (I had to go back and update all of the old links, which took so much time, sos) Secondly, I've removed the playlist, as I've decided to remove the song aspect. If there is a song that is used for chapters, I will add the song specifically to the post. Also, this is part one of the chapter. The next chapter is going to be a lot of previous events from Aria's past, as Ruth is going to get some answers~ More notes are under the read more, as it was getting quite long with disclaimers.

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Notes (cont.): Something I will say is I toned down (at least for this chapter, unsure if it will go back to the way I had planned it) the character (introduced in this chapter) acted in the past. He's depicted (rightfully so) as a shitty character, who thinks kinda highly of himself... Please, please, please, if something like his attitude/actions bothers you, let me know how you want me to tag this for him showing up in other chapters acting the same way, and I can also remove parts and send you personalized chapters if wanted (you need submit open for me to do so). I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable reading this. I will also take this moment to say, these characters, and the way that they act, or think, or speak is not a representation of me. I do not always agree with some of the things in here. They are fictional.

Aria's POV

Aria placed the piece of paper she had been using as a bookmark in the book she had been reading for the last few hours. She carefully closed the book, setting it down on the table in front of her. She then turned to look at Lily, who was sitting beside Ruth. The two of them were looking at a book that was on the table, Ruth helping Lily read it. Jasper, Lily and Aria had been in Anatol for a few weeks. Jasper had been spending his free time with Hebaron or Gabel. Meanwhile, while Jasper was busy, Ruth had started teaching Lily to read and write. Aria typically joined them, reading her own books. Growing up Aria had been taught to read by a few of the people in her village. Although she exhausted all the books that her family owned, or that were owned by friends in the village. Once she had walked into the library in Anatol, she was shocked at the number of books that were there.

“Is it only you that reads?” Aria had asked Ruth as she looked through some of the books one night. “For the most part, yes, although…” Ruth started, looking up from the current pages he was writing on. “Maxi reads as well,” he said, pointing to a small stack of books that were at one end of the table. “She was mainly reading learning materials for medicine.” He added as he went back to working on the papers in front of him.

“Alright, Lily,” Ruth said, pulling Aria back to the present. “We’re going to have to stop for now,” he said, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth, letting out a small yawn. “Aww…” Lily complained as she closed the book in front of her. “Sorry Lily,” he said as she pushed the book forward on the table and slid off her chair. “There are more people coming today, so I was asked to help with them.” Ruth said, as he stood up from his spot as well. “More people?” Aria asked, confused. “Yeah. Riftan has hired another group of mercenaries. He wants the project done before winter,” Ruth explained, shrugging slightly. Once Ruth was done talking, Lily gently tugged on Aria’s shirt, getting her attention. “Can we go down to the market?” she asked, looking up at Aria. “I’ll see you two later,” Ruth interjected quietly said left the room with a small wave of his hand. Aria lifted her hand slightly, to wave back at him as he left before she turned back to Lily, answering her question. “Sure, I guess we can…” she trailed off. The word mercenary rung out in her head. 'It's nothing,' she thought to herself. “We can go see if Jasper wants to join us.” Aria added, as she placed her hand on Lily’s head. “Okay,” Lily said cheerfully. She reached up, grabbing Aria’s hand from her head, pulling Aria out of the library. “Where is Jasper right now?” Lily asked, as she led Aria. “Try the training grounds,” Aria said after a second of though. Jasper could typically be found there. She allowed herself to be dragged along by Lily. After a few minutes they rounded the corner to the training grounds. As Aria had expected, they spotted Jasper standing outside. Jasper looked over once they rounded the corner and waved. “Jasper,” Lily called out, letting go of Aria’s hand, and running over to Jasper. Aria followed behind Lily. She looked around, noticing the lack of knights around. When she reached Jasper and Lily, she heard Lily ask the question, “Do you want to come with us?” “Sure,” Jasper responded, before looking up to Aria, who was still looking around the area. “Mostly everyone is busy right now." Jasper said. "Due to the new group of mercenaries...” Jasper trailed off. "Yeah... Ruth explained already," Aria murmured. She knew what her brother was thinking. "Don't worry," she said, giving her brother a small smile. "There are so many... There's no way one of them would be him..." Aria reassured her brother. “True,” Jasper replied as Lily started to lead the way. After a moment of silence between them, Jasper spoke again. “Ready to go, Lils?” He questioned, to which Lily nodded, then started to walk in the direction of the market. During the walk Jasper and Lily conversed together. They talk about what she had learned during the day, and what she wanted to do that night. The two of them made small talk, which Aria tuned out after a bit of walking. Despite what Aria had said to her brother, she thought about it. If one of them did turn out to be him... Would things be alright? They hadn't seen each other in years, since he had left after turning 16. Him leaving had been a great relief to Aria.

"Aria," she heard his voice in her memories. "I like you," he admitted, looking right at her. Aria shook her head slowly. "I'm... I'm sorry, Conan... I don't feel that way for you," she replied, emphasizing the words 'that way'. She had always viewed him as a friend, or a brother who was close to the same age as her. "But..." he whispered, confused.

Aria felt a small pain on her lip, which she had been biting as she zoned out. “Ow,” she said quietly, bringing her back to the present.

For the rest of the walk, Aria listened to the conversations that Lily and Jasper were having. When they reached the market, Lily dragged Jasper away, showing him different things.

Aria looked around, trying to find somewhere to sit down while Lily and Jasper explored. Once she found somewhere to sit, she caught Jasper’s attention. Aria pointed to where she would be, which he responded with a nod before turning back to Lily.

Aria sat down, and looked around again, this time looking at the people who were there. They had come here a few times since coming to Anatol, so she noticed a few people that she had seen before.

Aria’s eyes landed on a group of men, who were wearing armour. She titled her head. ‘Must be some of the mercenaries,’ she thought to herself as she kept her gaze on them. ‘Wasn’t Ruth supposed meeting with them?’ she questioned herself again.

Once she thought that, she heard one of them speak up. “We should go, Conan” said the one who was closest to Aria, with his back towards her.

She froze as soon as she heard the name. Her body went from a decent temperature, to feeling as if she had cold water poured over her.

Aria looked at the group again, looking for any features she remembered. 'Coincidence, right?' She thought to herself as she looked at the group.

That was when she saw him. There was no mistaking it, it was him. He had grown up, sure, but he still looked the same as he did when he was younger.

"Aria," Conan's voice rang out from her memories. "I'm serious here," he pleaded. "So am I," Aria replied, feeling her anger grow. "Why don't you just take my 'No' as an answer, and drop it," she groaned, walking away from him. She took a few steps away before she felt a hand grab her wrist. Aria stopped on the spot, turning around to look at him again. "Let go," Aria demanded. Instead of loosening his grip on her wrist, Aria felt his hand tighten on her wrist.

“Aria,” Lily called out as she ran back over to Aria again, holding a piece of fabric that was used to tie hair back. Aria shook her head, looking down at Lily. “Look at this, Aria,” Lily said when she reached Aria, and she held the fabric out for Aria to see. Once Aria’s name was said, the man she had been looking at made eye contact with her, following Lily’s voice to her. Aria felt his gaze on her. Aria couldn't lift her head up again, to look in the direction of the man. She let her head fall, not wanting to make eye contact with the man again. “Aria?” Lily questioned after not getting a response from her. “Jasper, I don’t think she likes it,” Lily said as Jasper walked up, frowning up at him. “Sorry, Lily,” Aria said quietly, before she lifted her head again so she could see what Lily was holding out. Her eyes flickered to the fabric to where the men were. He was for sure there. Her hands curled into a ball, the pain from her nails digging into her skin. “It’s… pretty,” she said as her eyes went back to the fabric. Before she could say anything else, Jasper spoke. “You don’t look so good,” Jasper said as he knelt to Aria’s level, looking at her face now. “You’re pale…” he said as he held his hand up to her face. “Are you okay?” He questioned, putting his hand under her chin, tilting it up again. “I’m fine.” Aria said as she twisted her chin out from his hand, catching a brief glimpse of the man. Aria felt her fists grip tighter once she saw that he was walking towards them. “We… Uh…” she stammered, trying to think of what to say. She could feel her fingernails digging deeper into her skin as she stammered. Her heart started to beat loudly, almost as if it was drums inside of her. The sound from around her started to fade away. “There you four are,” the voice broke through. Aria lifted her head, looking up to the voice she heard. "Ruth," she whispered.

Ruth's POV

Ruth looked around the market for the four men who had been missing. He let out a groan as he walked around the market. He was tired and would rather be sleeping, or just working away in the library. Yet he was forced to help instead today. When he made it to the main part of the market, he looked around again. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Aria and Lily had come to the market or not. He had left before Aria had even answered Lily. His question was answered when heard Jasper’s voice within the crowd. He looked in the direction of Jasper's voice and found the three of them. Ruth watched as Jasper tilted Aria’s face up, and he saw her pale complexation. His eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. She had seemed fine earlier, however she was pale now, looking almost ill. Ruth followed Aria's gaze to the dark-haired man. It was one of the men he was here looking for, but… Ruth’s eyebrows furrowed deeper, getting more confused. The dark-haired man was making his way towards Aria. Ruth looked back to Aria. She now had her face down again, but her knuckles that were balled up. They looked as if they were strained from the amount of pressure she was using. There was something wrong here. Before Ruth even thought about it, he composed his face, and decided to step in. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he felt as if it was going to end well if he didn’t stop this. “There you four are,” he called out, looking at the dark-haired man, getting his attention. The dark-haired man who had been walking towards Aria stopped. He tilted his head to look in Ruth’s direction. Ruth swallowed a sigh before he spoke again. “You four should come with me,” he said, his gaze now landing on each one of them in turn. “We should go now,” he added, looking back to the dark-haired man. The dark-haired man looked back over to Aria for a second before turning to walk towards Ruth. As the man walked over, Ruth looked between the man in front of him now, and Jasper and Aria. He stayed silent for a moment. Once the other mercenaries made it to him, he held his hand up for a second. “One moment,” he said to the men in front of him. He walked over to Aria and Jasper, getting close to them so they wouldn’t be overheard. “I’m not sure what is going on, but…” Ruth spoke softly, as he looked down to Aria, who’s eyes were still on the ground. “Gabel came with me… I’ll tell him you three are here, and he will walk back with you guys.” Ruth said, his eyes turning to Jasper now, who nodded in response. Ruth wanted to ask Jasper what had happened, but he didn’t have the time. He stood in silence for a moment, his gaze going back to Aria again, who hadn’t moved at all. “Aria…” Ruth whispered after a moment, lifting his hand to place it gently on her shoulder. Before he left, he wanted to hear that she was fine. Although, once his hand met her shoulder, Aria jumped , causing Ruth to lift his hand again. He knew he wasn’t going to get to ask her if she was okay. Ruth stood with his hand held in the air for a moment before he let it fall back to his side. He let out a soft sigh as his focus switched back to Jasper. “Please make sure she gets back to her room safe,” Ruth said, although he knew he would have already planned that. “I’ll go now,” he breathed. He waited a second before he spun around, walking back over to the group of men who were waiting for him. Ruth looked at the men in front of him again, and after a moment he started walking, calling back to them. “Follow me,” he said, walking back towards the meeting area.

Aria's POV

Aria kept her eyes down as she heard the footsteps fade away from them. Once she couldn’t hear them anymore, she lifted her head, meeting Jasper’s gaze now.

“Do you feel sick?” Jasper inquired Aria.

Aria shook her head in response. She wasn’t sure she wanted to let him know what the actual issue was, not now at least.

Jasper looked at his sister for a few seconds. Realizing that he wasn’t going to get many answers from her, he stood up. He placed his hand on her shoulder, which caused her to jump again, although he kept his hand there.

After a few minutes, Lily spotted Gabel walking towards them. She ran to him, holding out the fabric again. “Do you like it?” she questioned Gabel who let out a chuckle from her excitement.

“It’s nice, Lily,” he replied, and he looked towards Aria and Jasper. Jasper seemed to be recomposed, but Aria still was pale. “Is she okay to walk?” Gabel asked, as he walked over to them, Lily leading him.

Aria stayed silent, for a moment, not answering him. She tried to force herself to speak. She quickly realized she couldn’t get anything to come out, so she nodded instead.

With her response, the four of them walked back. This time both Aria and Jasper staying silent as Gabel and Lily chatted between each other. Jasper walked beside Aria, looking at her every few steps to make sure she was fine.

Aria kept her face turned away from the group, looking off into the distance.

"Conan, what are you doing?" Aria's memories played back again. She looked at Conan, his hand pressing her shoulder against a tree. "Let me go, please. My brother is waiting for me," Aria said as she tried to free herself from him. "I've given you... many chances" Conan growled at her. "And I've told you no each time," Aria said, still attempting to free herself. "Oh please," Conan laughed. His hand pressed down on her should further as he leaned close to her. Aria turned her head, avoiding him. She was unable to free herself. "Who else is there, Aria? There's no other people our age here," Conan continued. "Are you expecting someone stranger to happen by here and take a fancy to you?" He said. "That's... Not it..." Aria said, trying again to break free from him. "Please, just let me go," Aria pleaded, tears starting to form in her eyes. "Please... My brother," she said through small sobs. "Aria?" A small voice questioned. Aria didn't need to lift her head to see who it was. "Well, would you look here," Conan hummed, taking his hand off her shoulder, causing Aria to fall to the ground. "Hello Jasper," Conan greeted happily. "Conan... Leave him alone," Aria said as she tried to stand up again. She looked over to Jasper who was looking at her with a worried expression. "Jasper..." Conan started, walking towards Jasper, who looked up at him, startled. "You see," Conan said, placing his hand on Jasper's shoulder once he reached him. "I need your help, I think your sister will do something if you ask her," Conan mused. Jasper looked back to Aria, and he shook his head. "No..." Jasper insisted. "Whatever it is... It's made her upset." "Jasper," Aria said, more tears forming in her eyes. She pushed herself off the ground, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Once she had composed herself, she started to walk over to her brother. "Conan, please let us go," she said when she got closer to them. She took another step towards them before she felt something flat hit her cheek. Aria let out a scream of pain as soon as she felt his hand meet her face. "Aria!" Jasper screamed, before being shoved to the ground. Aria let out a groan as she lifted her hand to cover her cheek. "What the hell, Conan," Aria screamed after a moment. She glared at him as he walked closer to her again. "New plan..." Conan sneered, taking slow steps towards her. "You say no again, and your kid brother-" Conan started before there was a shuffle in the trees around them. Conan spun around, looking for whatever was making the noise. Aria took the moment of opportunity, and ran over to Jasper, who was still on the ground, shocked.

“Aria?” Jasper’s voice came from behind the door.

Aria hadn’t even noticed they had made it back. She didn’t notice she was in her room until she heard the knock on the door, shaking her back to the present.

Aria thought about responding to him, but when she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out. She sat there silently for a moment, her mouth ajar.

Jasper’s shadow under the door vanished after a minute without another knock.

Aria let out a small sigh as she listened to the footsteps in the hallway disappear. She laid down on her bed, turning herself so she could look out the window. The sun was low in the sky, creating an orange sky.

‘Must be dinner time,’ she thought to herself as she closed her eyes. ‘I’m not hungry anyway…’ Aria thought as she laid there. Her body quickly overtaken by sleep.

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Aria felt her body shake with a violent sob as she pressed her hands down on the body in front of her. No matter how hard she pushed, blood was still coming out. Her hands painted deep red from how long she had been trying to stop the bleeding. She couldn’t bring herself to look up at the face of the body in front of her.

This was happening because it was her fault. She heard a noise behind her, but she didn’t turn to look. Instead, she let out another sob as she rearranged her hand on the body in front of her. To no avail as the blood kept seeping through her fingers.

“This… It’s too far,” she stammered through her teeth. She knew who was behind her, but she still couldn’t bring herself to face them. “You didn’t have to do this,” she said, her voice getting louder as frustration started to kick in.

No matter what she did, the blood didn’t seem to slow down.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to the person in front of her. “I… I should have done someth-“ Aria stammered, before she was cut off by the person behind her. The person knelt down beside her.

“You know,” Conan started, lifting a strand of her hair with their finger, twirling it around. Aria wanted to pull away from them, but she didn’t want to lift her hands off the body in front of her. “If you would have listened to me, I wouldn’t have had to do this.” They said as they let her hair fall from their finger. “Poor Jasper,” he whispered.

Hearing her brother’s name made her freeze for a moment. For the first time she looked up at the face of the body in front of her. She let out a shriek as she saw for the first time – this was her brother.

Aria rose in her bed, letting out a scream. She quickly stopped herself, realizing what had happened was in her dream. Her heart raced drowning out all sounds around her.

She had been trying to save her brother. Her hands were coated in her brother’s blood. Instinctively, Aria lifted her hands up, looking at them. She felt some relief when she couldn't see any trace of blood on her hands. She let out a soft sigh, dropping her hands down at her side.

'It was a dream...' She thought to herself, trying to calm down.

Aria turned her head to look out the window, she took deep breaths. The moon was now in showing in the sky, along with many stars.

If she had any chance of getting back to sleep, she needed to calm her heart, and relax again. After minutes of deep breathing, she was still wound up, her heart still racing.

She threw her legs off the side of the bed, and stood up, flattening out the clothing she had been wearing. Aria started pacing around the room, going back and forth to calm herself down. But, it was a failed attempt as well. After a few minutes of pacing, she let out a groan. “I’m wide awake now,” she groaned to herself, as she walked over to the door. “I’ll go see if I can find something to read, I guess,” she said as she opened her bedroom door. She looked down the hallway, but no one was walking around.

Aria tiptoed, being careful to not let her footsteps echo as she walked down the empty hallway. She didn’t want to deal with Jasper’s questions about what had happened, nor why she was up. She silently made her way to the library, sliding past the door.

The room was being illuminated by a fireplace along the far wall, and a small candle on the table. She saw no presence of anyone else. With that realization, she let out a low sigh.

Aria made her way to the table, and picked up the candle that was there. 'I wonder who left the candle lit...' she thought to herself as she started to walk towards the empty chair she often used.

“I would appreciate it if my light wasn't stolen.” A voice jokingly spoke from within the bookshelves.

Aria jumped, turning around to reveal who had spoken. Ruth stood in front of one of the bookshelves, flipping the pages of a book in his hand. He flipped a few more pages as Aria composed herself, before he closed the book again. He lifted his head, a small smile on his lips.

“Sorry,” Aria apologized as Ruth walked past her. She placed the candle back down where it had been.

“If you want some light,” Ruth began as he sat down, opening the book in his hands again, not looking up from it as he spoke. “Why don’t you sit there instead,” Ruth added, gesturing with his hand to the spot in front of him.

"Okay," Aria said with a small nod, and she reached over to grab her book from earlier. She sat down in the chair across from Ruth, pulling herself closer to the table once she was seated.

She opened her book, removing the paper that she had stuck in there before, and set it down on the table. The room stayed silent for a while, as Ruth skimmed the book he was reading. He occasionally stopping to write something down on some paper in front of him.

Aria on the other hand, didn’t turn a single page. She thought she would be able to calm down reading, but instead she stared at the page. After a while, her heart started to calm down, although the dream still played in the back of her head as she sat there. She couldn’t get the image of her brother laying there out of her head.

Ruth eventually laid down his book on the table, and looked across at Aria, who was staring at her book, zoned out. In the semi-lit room. “You look better than you did earlier today,” Ruth noted, breaking the silence that the room had been in.

Aria’s eyes darted up at the sudden sound. “Oh… Yeah, I guess I was tired. ” She grabbed the piece of paper from the table again, placing it back into the book in her hands.

“Is that all it was?” Ruth asked quizzically. The light from the two fires in the rooms gave off enough light for Aria to be able to make out Ruth’s facial expressions. She knew he didn’t believe her, but she didn’t want to explain it to him either. She shrugged her shoulders, hoping he would drop the issue.

“Yeah,” Aria whispered as she set her book down on the table. “Um… Anyway,” she started, trying to move past that conversation. “What are you doing up this late?” Aria questioned, folding her arms in front of her on the table.

Ruth let out a small chuckle at Aria’s question. “I needed to finish something up, which,” Ruth said, pointing to the paper in front of him. “It's almost done now,” he added. He pushed both the book and the paper before he spoke again. “Although…” he said as he made eye contact with her again. “I should be asking you what you’re doing up this late?” he said in a teasing tone, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh…” Aria said pausing for a moment. “I had a bad dream,” she sheepishly explained. She wasn’t lying when she said that. “Couldn’t get back to sleep, so… I decided to come read instead.” Aria explained, a small smile growing on her face as she smiled. She hoped he wouldn’t ask her any more questions about it.

A small frown grew on Ruth’s face for a few seconds before he composed himself and stood up again. He placed the book in his hand, and he walked around the table, collecting a few books that were sitting around. “Do you want to talk about it?” Ruth questioned as he walked back over to the bookshelves with the stack of books in his hand.

Aria thought about it for a moment. Could she explain it without going into too much detail? She shook her head after some thought. “No… It’s fine,” she answered as Ruth walked back around the table, sitting down again.

“Alright,” Ruth said.

Silence fell around them again, as Ruth took the paper again, and started writing a few more things down. Aria watched him as he wrote, her eyes growing heavy as she listened to the sound of his writing. Aria held back a yawn as she laid her head down on the table, shutting her eyes.

Ruth's POV

After a while of writing on the paper, Ruth pushed the paper aside again. He decided he would finish up tomorrow, exhaustion starting to hit him. He lifted his head, looking to Aria, who he expected to still be awake, however, she was fast asleep. He let out a small chuckle after a moment.

“So much for not being able to sleep.” Ruth murmured, reaching his hand out moving a few strands of hair that was covering her face. “You should go back to your bedroom,” Ruth added, pushing the strands of hair behind her ear.

Ruth pulled his hand back, remembering the events from the day. He wasn’t sure why that man - whom he later learned was named Conan - seemed to cause an internal issue for her. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to get it out from her.

‘Jasper might tell me…’ Ruth thought to himself, as his gaze moved towards her hand. Earlier he had seen her balling her fists up to the point of straining her knuckles. As he gaze moved to her palms, he noticed small crescent cuts on her hands.

Ruth leaned back further into his chair as he played the events of the day back in his head. He let out a sigh as he crossed his arms over his chest. 'What was it about him?' Ruth questioned himself, however his mind couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

"I guess I can't say much about you sleeping in here," Ruth murmured as he lowered his head onto the table in front of him.

Aria's POV

Aria woke up shivering. She reached around her, searching for something to cover up with, but her hands found nothing. “What the…” she grumbled as she lifted her head. “Oh…” she whispered, remembering where she was.

Aria looked towards the fire - or what had been a fire. The wood that had been on fire was now charcoal and unlit, causing the temperature in the room to drop. Aria moved to sit up, her back protesting from having been leaning forward for hours. She looked out the window, and saw the light orange on the skyline, signalling that it was early morning.

She reached her arms over her head, stretching. She let out a yawn, wrapping her arms around herself, rubbing her arms attempting to warm herself up a bit.

After a few seconds of rubbing her arms, she felt something drape over her shoulders. She turned around in her seat and saw Ruth behind her, walking towards the exit of the library. “Good morning,” he said as he walked away.

“You should maybe head back to your room soon, or you brother is going to be worried,” he added as he got closer to the door.

Aria gave a small nod in response as she lifted her hand to the neck of the cloak that was draped around her shoulder. “Thanks…” she said as she repositioned it on her shoulders. Ruth waved his hand in the air as a response, before he left the room.

Aria sat there for a moment, staring at the doorway. ‘Did he stay here last night?’ she thought to herself.

After a few moments, she stood up from the chair, her legs protesting as she tried to walk to her bedroom. 'I'm never sleeping while sitting again,' Aria thought to herself as she walked. She walked her way to her bedroom, opening the door when she heard a voice from behind her.

“Aria…?” the voice said in confusion. “Where were you?” They asked.

Aria looked back and saw her brother, stepping out of his bedroom. “Library,” she responded.

“Were you there all night…?” He questioned, looking at her outfit. She gripped the neck of the cloak again with her fingers.

“I… accidentally fell asleep in there,” she added with a shrug, omitting the fact that she hadn't been alone.

“Let me guess…” Jasper said, a smile playing at his lips as he leaned back against the wall beside his bedroom door. “You fell asleep reading a book, didn’t you?” He questioned, a full smile on his lips now.

Aria let out a small laugh as her brother smiled at her. She was relieved that he wasn’t trying to ask her questions about what happened the previous day. She wanted to act as if it hadn’t have happened, as if it wasn’t true.

“Yeah, something like that,” she said, opening her door more. “I’m going to go change, then we can go down and get something to eat,” she said as she turned back to walk into her bedroom.

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Aria, Lily and Jasper made their way downstairs once they were all dressed. Once they neared the dining hall, they heard conversations from inside the room. Lily pushed the door open - with Jasper's help. Lily made her way over to where Ruth, Hebaron and Gabel were sitting, having a conversation.

“You know the library isn’t your secondary bedroom, right Ruth?” Hebaron asked as he lifted his cup to his mouth, taking a sip.

“I thought Riftan had already told you to stop sleeping in there, didn’t he?” Gabel asked, leaning back in his chair, looking over to Jasper, Lily and Aria as they walked up to the table.

Aria felt Jasper look down at her as they overheard their conversation. She hadn’t lied to him about last night, but she also hadn’t given him the full information. She kept her eyes averted from his, not wanting to answer questions about it right now. Although she knew he would have a bunch when they were alone again.

“He did, although no one ever enters the library other than me… for the most part.” Ruth pointed out, shrugging as he followed Gabel’s gaze, seeing them walk over.

“Good morning,” Aria said when she reached the table. She was met replies of greeting from the knights as she pulled out the chair that was beside Ruth.

Hebaron went back to the previous conversation. “How is it even comfortable to sleep in a library?” He asked, looking to Aria now as she sat down. “It can't be comfortable, can it?” He asked as he took another sip of his drink.

Aria bit her lip, feeling Jasper’s gaze again as he sat down across from her. “Um…” she hesitated. “Well... I guess you can lean on the table…” she said, her eyes flickering over to Jasper, who was looking at her quizzically. She quickly looked away, turning her head to look towards Ruth now, who had a smirk playing on his lips.

“It’s not a bad place,” Ruth finally replied, as he leaned back in his chair. “Although, you knights wouldn’t know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hebaron replied, letting the conversation end.

Ruth's POV

The conversations broke into smaller conversations as everyone started to eat. Jasper and Hebaron were having their own small conversation amongst themselves. Occasionally Gabel or Lily would jump in.

Aria and Ruth stayed silent. Jasper occasionally looking over at them before going back to the conversation. Aria felt his gaze each time, but she ignored it.

After a while, Ruth stood up, collecting the paper that he had set to the side. Before he started to walk away, he looked across the table at Jasper.

‘If I want to know…’ he thought to himself.

“Jasper…” Ruth started, waiting to continue until Jasper was looking at him. “When you have time today, can you come find me?” Ruth asked to which Jasper nodded in response.

‘I guess I’ll get some answers.’ Ruth thought to himself before he excused himself from the dining room.

taglist: @tylerhasmyheart, @farce-melancholy

#touch utot ff #ruth serbel ff #ruth serbel #under the oak tree #under the oak tree ff #this chapter is long because i had to set some things up for future chapters~~#and because i feel bad about not putting a chapter out for a bit

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alma-amentet · 1 year

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I’ve been tagged by @katastronoot @sheirukitriesfandom and @dirty-bosmer (thank you all! 💖)

This was sitting in my drafts for a while, just forgot to post...

Not tagging anyone ‘cause idk who hasn’t done it yes... Feel free to take if you feel like!

1. are you named after anyone?

Grandma originally named me after her little sister who died in early childhood. She was babysitting and blamed herself for that accident.

But that was too dull, widespread, and didn’t felt mine, so my nomatophobia started progressing. Finally I renamed myself after Fairytopia Barbie. Best friend started calling me Elina in 2008, when I was pretty much into Barbie movies fandom. It stuck, I started telling everyone it was my actual name, even at work. Then finally changed it legally and never regretted.

Barbie movies is everything, yeah.

2. when was the last time you cried?

One weekend ago.

3. do you have kids?

Nope, and it’s most probable I won’t. Already in my 30s, didn’t start wanting/regretting yet. I like kids, kids are like flowers, but let them bloom in someone else’s garden.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really. Being neurodivergent, I have troubles with a sense of humour in general. Many things feel more offensive than funny to me, and if I try it myself, it might be rather insulting than funny... So only with closer friends, I guess.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

Drinking games, lol.

Not a fan of sports and competitions. I prefer fitness\wellness, where you don’t have to compete or show off. Never liked team games as well. As a kid, I enjoyed tennis or badminton a bit, but again, just for fun.

I do yoga a bit, would like to excercise more though.

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people?

Style, clothing, hair, accessories. Whether they have some fandom\music\etc merch on. This way I might identify them as the ones like me, the ones worth talking to - at first sight.

I can be generally cautious, even hostile, about people, esp males and elders. And in general, I prefer meeting people online or in some safe spaces / meetups where everyone shares some interests/hobbies/fandoms. It’s easier for me.

7. eye color?

blue gray. and I do wear color lenses - need them to see things anyway, so why not have fun with colors? Last year I had red ones and wore them casually.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy and clever endings that give you food for thought and make you feel feelings - I’ve been a long time Pixar fan, you know.

There was time I’ve been into mystic horrors, some years ago, but now I’m old and tired even for them. LIfe is a dystopia by itself, I need more kind stuff.

(don’t watch movies much these days, I prefer games).

9. any special talents?

Some say I am outstanding and bold,and that I have great creative potential, and that I inspire some people just by being myself... IDK.

10. where were you born?

a city in the mountains

11. what are your hobbies?

I’m a a self-taught seamstress, I’ve been sewing most of my life (because I always loved creating things myself & from my very childhood wanted some unusual clothes that couldn’t be purchased in regular stores). At times, I took comissions, then were 5 years of cosplaying.

I’m into corsetry (waist-training and making corsets myself).

And drawing, of course.

12. do you have any pets?

Nope. Used to have an aquarium in the past.

13. how tall are you?

5’7″ (170 cm)

14. fave subject in school?

Biology (just in elem and mid, then it became too complex), english.

I was also one of the best in literature, but I didn’t like it at all. Just figured out how to get exc grades and did it for the sake of being praised.

15. dream job?

Illustrator, artist.

#ask game #tag game #personal #alma.txt

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laliloon · 2 years

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I couldn’t be arsed to do another redesign of the mask and I’ll probably just stick to the plainer version I used on Isaacs redesign but anyways here’s some of the Will redesigns I was planning out and here’s some additional information about him:

Full name is William Elijah Clement.

Date of birth is August 28th 1977.

19 years old (my version of Creeps takes place around 1996-1997).

5’7.

Autistic. He was diagnosed when he was six.

Born in South London.

His father was a man named Oliver Clement, who was directly descended from Isaac, hence Will’s connection to Jack. Oliver was a full time worker as a paramedic so Will doesn’t remember much about him, the main thing he remembers is that he was extremely jittery and paranoid.

His mother was a woman named Irma Clement (née. Levin). Will was extremely close to his mother as she was the parent he most often saw.

Will has lived with Jack since he was a teen. He’s known Jack for a lot longer than that though.

Jack sees Will as a son to him. He’s dead protective over him and shelters him as much as possible. Will doesn’t really see Jack as a father, he mostly just sees him as “sometimes funny clown man that takes care of me.” Granted, he still likes Jack, even if he is a bit suspicious of him.

Dresses like the fifth member of Blur. Lots of striped shirts, loose jeans and colourful necklaces.

Loves birds, comics, medieval history, Edgar Allan Poe and all things 70s.

Speaking of birds, he has two budgies. They’re called Zazel and Blondin.

Listens to David Bowie, Fleetwood Mac and nothing else.

Tried to dye the ends of his hair pink but he forgot how it turns out with red undertones so now he just has faded orange ends.

Taught himself how to cook. It was a matter of he either learns it himself or spends the rest of his life eating takeaways or whatever Jack brings back whenever he goes out. Still can’t bake for shit though, the only thing he can do decently is brownies.

Pretty damn good at fighting. Despite being pretty thin and not particularly strong, he’s very fast and agile. However, if he gets too close to an opponent and they manage to overpower him then he is fucked.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: has killed, can kill and would kill if need be.

Tries not to kill in general though, he feels bad about it.

Doesn’t really see a point in going to the institute, since he knows enough about fighting to pass his classes.

Kind of naïve to how the underrealm works (Jack’s fault, not his), and as a result can be overly optimistic. Less about the creatures there, more about the people.

Reserved. He mainly keeps to himself and tries to keep his head down. Whilst he’s pretty naïve about the underrealm, he does know that being a human there is risky.

Bit of a pushover, he’s not really a fan of starting fights, mainly because he can’t be arsed, so he just kind of puts up with people.

His worst trait is absolutely he fact that he can be snobbish as fuck and I’m sorry for what is going to be the first few chapters of this rewrite.

Best trait is that he does genuinely care about pretty much everyone he knows. If someone were to make friends with him and he would literally die for them.

Slightly addicted to black jacks candy. And cigarettes.

Yeah so that’s about as much as I’ll give for now. Might update later. Feel free to chat.

#creepypasta #art #digital art #will grossman #will clement #creepypasta headcanons #creeps #creeps comic #creeps rewrite #laughing jack

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lemonlark · 2 years

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the dock house pt. 1

eddie munson x reader

prompt: Y/N gets stuck helping her grandfather in Hawkins over spring break. She gets more than she bargains for when she comes across the long haired d&d hellfire club dungeon master.

word count: 1515

warnings: physical violence, swearing, sick grandparents, death, mention of drug selling and use

The old flashlight only did so much. Every inch of environment surrounding Y/N was drowned out by darkness, the every so often silhouette of bushes creeping into her periphery. This was definitely not what she had in mind for her senior year spring break. Y/N could have been in Florida with her friends right about now soaking up the southern sun. But alas all that money saving had gone towards a heat free holiday instead. When her less than capable grandfather had called her up a week prior, she knew any spray tan she bought was going down the drain along with her hopes and dreams.

“Is that my dear Y/N?” He really was the sweetest man alive in her eyes and that's what was so awful about the situation. Y/N could never say no to him.

“Yeah Gramps it’s me. How are you?” He didn’t sound like himself but she would never tell him that. He was stubborn as a mule.

“I’m doing *cough* *cough* just *cough* fine.” Y/N winced at the ground shaking sound of his coughs, holding the phone away from her poor eardrum.

“Good to hear Gramps.” There was an awkward pause and then sudden movement on the other end.

“I’d say, I forgot what I called you for dear.” It was slightly sad knowing he wasn’t the same man he had been when she was a little girl.

“How’s the house?” She spoke back, hoping that maybe bringing up his Hawkins, Indiana residence would spark his memory.

“Oh! I was calling to ask; Could you come to Hawkins next week? The gardens and such are becoming overgrown and the neighbors are beginning to complain about the weeds growing into their yard.” There it was. It had only been in the last couple years that Y/N’s grandfather would have ever asked her to drive all the way to Hawkins (a two hour drive) just to tend to his garden. This was due to the fact that her grandmother had passed away recently. She had been the sand to his tide and vice versa. The garden was her passion and after she passed away, his health began to deplete and so did the property’s

Of course Y/N didn’t want to go. There wasn’t much going on in Hawkins usually and the last time she was there quite a few murders hit the news and it didn’t really give her the warm and fuzzies. But this was her Gramps, the man who taught her how to fish and build treehouses. He was there when she learned to ride a bike for goodness sake.

She let out a slight groan and silently prayed that her friends would forgive her for ditching them to stay at her grandpa's house all spring break.

“Sure Gramps. I can be there Monday evening. I’ll see you then. Yes, I love you too. Bye now.”

So here she was in full yellow rain attire (boots, jacket, hat and all) trudging through the downpour and trees to the dock house out back. There had been a lot of commotion earlier that day in that area and her Uncle Rick, who usually hung out in the doc house was out of town for a “conference”, even though it was more probable that he was with his pothead friends on a peyote retreat a few miles east. Because of that, Y/N felt it important to go check it out.

The fact the lights were on was the indication something was wrong. Then as she approached the doors, she noticed that the large industrial padlock keeping it secured had been cut. Very strange indeed.

One knock, two knocks and then three. Nothing. Putting the flashlight in her coat pocket, Y/N slowly and hesitantly slipped inside. The loud creak of the old wood doors caused an inner cringe within her. She would never admit when she was scared and now was no different. But inside she was shaking in her boots.

Not much looked different from the last time she stepped foot in the dock house, but she couldn’t help but double check.

“Hello?” Usually Y/N would never call out like that in a situation like this. Being a horror movie buff, she knew better than that and yet something persuaded her to take the risk anyway.

It was dead quiet. Well it was until Y/N noticed a slight rustling underneath the tarp that guarded the old canoe in the center of the room. She halted and slowly looked over at where the sound was coming from. She wasn’t a fan of racoons after one bit her in her youth (getting that rabies shot still haunts her to this day). Without a second thought Y/N grabbed a ore that was nicely mounted on the wall behind her, raising it in the way of a baseball bat, prepared to strike any furry beast that could possibly pose a threat.

With the agility of a cat hunting its prey, Y/N slowly took a step closer towards the canoe. The next step caused a loud creaking sound in the floorboards. Y/N winced, hoping she wouldn’t blow her cover. The tarp slightly shifted again. Something was definitely under there.

Y/N gave a light kick to the underbelly of the boat, and then another small rustle occurred. Tired of the anticipation, she brought the ore down, poking around at the tarp, quite aggressively. She had prodded away at it a few times when she heard a guttural groan. She jumped back in shock, dropping the ore, preparing to run for dear life.

Then more movement. This time the whole tarp was flung away and a hand draped out over the side. Then a young man in what looked like Ramones wear pushed himself out of the canoe, a few beer cans spilling to the floor after him.

“What the fuck?” Y/N explained, quickly reaching down again for her nautical weapon of choice.

“Wait, wait, wait.” The boy was crouched over in pain, one hand holding his stomach and the other out in hopes to avoid another hit to the gut.

“Who are you and why are you here?” One more reason why she wasn’t a huge fan of Hawkins. Random drifters camping out in her grandpa's dock house. That was a new one.

Once he had gotten over the stomach pain she had endured upon him, the young man found his footing, ready to explain himself.

“Don’t tell anyone I’m here please!” This was just fucking nuts, she thought.

“What? Why? You’re trespassing on private property! I should be calling the police!” Y/N was just about to turn around and go searching for the phone.

“Wait, no!”

“Why not?”

“I- I know Reefer Rick. He’s a buddy of mine. He said I could stay here and crash.”

“Yeah right. My Uncle Rick is an idiot but wouldn't be caught dead dealing or hanging around a kid, and he’s away so when exactly did he stay you could stay here?” He looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. She had caught him in a lie.

“Um uh, ok look -” She rolls her eyes and scoffs in response as his cover up falls into shambles.

“I knew it.” She turned again ready to turn this guy in. She wasn’t scared any more. He was just pathetic.

“Wait! Please, I'm begging you. Just let me explain.” Her arms crossed , sitting into her hip. Okay so he was kind of cute. Kind of.

He had these lovely long brown locks that usually wouldn’t cause such a stir inside but was changing the game entirely. His fingers were covered in rings, drawing in her attention and making her want to know the story behind each one. And although it looked like he hadn’t washed his clothes in about six months, there was a weird charm to his look that Y/N didn’t seem to mind in the least.

“Something happened at my house. I came here to get away. And I do actually know Reefer Rick. He gives me most of my supply.”

“What happened at your house then?”

“What?”

“What happened at your house?” This wasn’t adding up at all. The fact that he knew her uncle was already a red flag and now, he was tip toeing around her questions.

“I can’t really go into that right now.” he was being shifty. His nervous energy was palpable. She didn’t trust him one bit. No matter how cute she thought he was.

“You are camping out in my grandfather's dock house. I think I deserve an explanation as to why.”

He took a second to think about the pros and cons of being honest with this girl he had never met before. There was something about her though. She obviously had a guard up and rightfully so, but there was a softness to her that he just hadn’t reached yet. He didn’t do it often but he decided to trust her.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n

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vroomvroomkachowboi · 2 years

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Daydreaming

smut, fluff, angst: fluff and sort of smut-ish

pairing: fred weasley x reader(fem)

word count: 1.2k (1241)

summary: fred and y/n are friends, and but she’s got a crush on him, so she’s constantly daydreaming about him, and he's always curious as to what she's thinking about, and he's determined to find out

warning: some smutty thoughts, and some curses I think, drinking

a/n: ITALICS ARE THOUGHTS FYI!! I felt i should move onto smut and stuff, I'll just be slowly transitioning into it, so I get relearn how to do it . I feel so bad that I haven’t posted anything in months, I just have no motivated to do anything lately. I also had school and I got a job now so, sorry oops

The twins, Y/n and Lee Jordan have been friends since their first year a Hogwarts, but ever since then, Y/n has had the biggest crush on Fred Weasley.

As a child, Y/n had the most active imagination ever. And when she takes tests and pop quizzes, she’s always been given a glare from her teachers and a big, fat T on her paper. And it’s all because of her daydreaming. No matter where her teachers sit her, she’s constantly drifting off to her world of paradise.

On this particular day, she sat in one of her most boring classes, History of Magic, taught by her ghost teacher, Professor Binns. In his monotone voice, he dragged on about the giant wars and other thousand year old events.

Her chin rested on her palms, her notes were halfway done, but she completely forgot about them when she looked up at Fred Weasley, who sat in front of her. He spoke quietly with his twin brother. And slowly but surely, a daydreamed formed.

Fred sat on his bed, grasping Y/n by her bum as she sat on his lap, his large hands on both butt cheeks. Her arms around his neck. Their lips pressed together, their tongues at war with each other. An occasional moan and groan escaped from their mouths. Their grips on each other tighten, Fred smacks her butt then tightens his grip on it. Y/n’s breath hitches, a slight whimper escapes from her lips. “Get up, love,” Fred pants as they parted. “Get up, class as ended.”

Huh?

“Y/n, love. Get up. Class as ended.” She was brought back to class, Fred’s brown eyes looked into hers. She blushed, remembering her daydream, and quickly started to pack up her stuff. Fred, George, and Lee waited for her outside of class.

When she joined them, they began walking together. Lee was at the left end, George next to him on his right, Fred by his brother, and Y/n at the right end. George and Lee paid no attention to Fred and Y/n, as they talked about quidditch teams.

Fred spoke up, “You were pretty distracted back there, love.” Y/n nods at him, trying to avoid eye contact with him. “Yeah, I know. Binns is just really boring.” Fred was curious as to what she was thinking about but decided to drop it.

They walked to the Great Hall for lunch. The four sat across from each other, Lee and George, and Y/n and Fred.

“I know this is unlikely, but Fred, do you have the notes from last class? I wasn’t paying attention.” Y/n says as she quietly munches on her lunch. Fred smiles at her, “Believe it or not, I actually do because I don't spend all my class periods daydreaming about who knows what.” She blushes slightly, and gives him an embarrassed smile.

“Mind telling me what you daydream about, L/n?” Fred says. “Oh I mind, ‘Weasley’” She mildly mocks his tone. “Stay quiet all you want, I’ll get it out of you. You daydream more than the average witch or wizard.” Fred puts his hand on his chest, “I’m just worried for your health, is all.” He says sarcastically. Y/n ignores him, rolling her eyes.

The next few days pass, Y/n continued to daydream about Fred.

On a sunny, bright day at Hogwarts, everyone was enjoying the weather. People tossing a ball around, people chatting with their friends. Y/n and Fred were under a big tree, having a little picnic. Y/n would feed Fred little strawberries, and Fred would give her grapes like she was royalty. They giggled at their cheesiness. They lay facing each other, soaking up each other’s beauty in the sunlight. Y/n had his hand in hers, she felt his rough, long fingers intertwining with hers. With her thumb, she felt all the lines on his palm.

But she snapped out of her romantic daydream when all three boys showed up next to her. “See, I told you guys, she’s always daydreaming.” Fred exclaimed. She got up from her seat and walked out of class together. “What are you even thinking about?” George asks, but Lee answered before she could rebuke him. “Dunno, whatever girls think about.”

“Right, I totally forgot you have no experience with girls, Lee.” George joked. “Oi, I get girls. I have a bunch of them on their knees as soon as I walk in a room!” They all laugh except for Lee who has a smug grin on his face. “Please, Lee, you can’t even get Angelina to go on a date with you.” George and Fred chuckle at her response. They all spent the entire walk back to Gryffindor Tower listening to Lee telling all the girls he's been with. She felt thankful that Lee made everyone forget George’s question.

Y/n walked into the Gryffindor Common Room and saw Fred, George, Lee, and a few more people around with drinks in their hands. “Hey Y/n! Fancy a drink?” Lee says. “Sure. I just got back from the library to finish those notes I missed.” She plopped on the old sofa next to Fred.

As the night goes on, people grab more and more drinks, and more people show up. Y/n was having a light conversation with Fred. “Did you finish that? Let me get you some more.” Fred grabs the drink in her hand before she says anything, and goes to refill it.

She can imagine the loud groans and whimpers. Fred and her rolling around in the bed. Kisses and sucking in every inch of each other’s bodies. Both of them sweating and tired, but can’t get enough of each other. Fred going in and out of her, as she can feel him hitting all the right places. He whispers his dirty thoughts in her ear, as her eyes roll back.

She immediately snapped out of it. And soon Fred showed up with her drink. Maybe the alcohol got to her head already. She smiled at him as he got closer. “Thanks.” She mumbles as she takes a sip. She can taste the alcohol but it was slightly different this time. “Yeah, no problem.” As he takes a sip from his drink.

“So you seemed pretty distracted there. What were you thinking about?” He asks, and a smirk forms on his face but he hides it with another sip. “I was daydreaming about you.” She says. Y/n quickly realizes what she said, and covered her mouth in a very cartoonish way. “Ah ha! I knew you were daydreaming about me.” Fred exclaims, as he inches closer to her. Her cheeks go red. “So, you like me, don't you?” He says. “Yes, of course.” She blurts out.

“Fred, did you do something to this drink?!” She questions. “Truth Serum comes in handy, doesn’t it?” He smiles cheekily at her. “At least I know you like me back.”

Her eyes widen. “You what?!” Fred chuckles lightly. “Of course I do, love.” They smiled at each other in a admiringly way. “Can I?” Fred says hesitantly. She nods excitedly. He puts his hand on her cheek and connects their lips.

It was way better than what Y/n daydreamed about. His lips were warm and fit perfectly with hers. She put her hands on his shoulders as his remained on her cheeks.

They separated, Fred’s smirk returned to his face as he popped the question. “So what kind of daydreams are you having?”

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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"There is only one bed" "Exes forced to work together" and "Accidentally cuddling in sleep" with homeboy Dickie please <3

There were certain members of the Titans who said Dick’s superpower was being friends with his exes. Not very many of them had ill feelings for him after breakup despite everything that happened in their relationship. You tried to be like them. Kori could laugh at his jokes while he dated Barbara. Zatanna would often give him an open mouth kiss when she saw him and yet had no interest in dating him again.

But you weren’t like that. You didn’t know how to act around him. Possibly because you didn’t exactly break up normally, or at all. He just disappeared. It had been for a mission but still. He could have called or talked to you afterwards. That’s why you were mad. It was inconsiderate, you thought as you ignored the tiny voice that told you that you couldn’t be normal around him because you still liked him.

And currently you were dying because you had teamed up with Dick on a mission. Both of your skill sets matched for the mission’s needs and so this is how you ended up at the front counter of a Swiss hotel high in the mountain trying to get 2 hotel rooms instead of one. Or even just another bed.

“Madame, I apologize but there is no other room at this hotel. We are very sorry for the mix up but this is all we have. The nearest hotel is 30 kilometers north so I have very little I can do. Again, I apologize,” said the man. “It is the busy season.”

You sighed. “That’s fine. I’m tired. It’ll be fine,” you said grabbing the keys a little rougher than necessary. Dick looked at the man apologetically before following you.

The hotel was actually really nice. Very traditional with red ornamental patterned rugs and golden brown beaded board halfway up the wall. A gold chandelier hung in the front entry. A bellboy carried your bags up to the room and let you in.

The room was just as nice but tiny. Barely had enough room for the bed and a small table with 2 chairs and a tv stand. A little closet sat behind door and the tiny window with covered in thick curtains.

You tossed your bag in the closet without a care and pulled off your shoes. You groaned and stretched your toes before flopping on the bed.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Dick said grabbing a pillow.

“No just get in bed. There isn’t enough floor to sleep on. It’ll kill your back to sleep weird,” you said with a yawn. Dick stood awkwardly. You hadn’t thought about it but you were probably his only awkward ex and he didn’t know what to do about it.

“You sure? I don’t wanna be in your space,” Dick said tentatively laying down the pillow. You patted the mattress.

“You could sleep in the room beside me and I think you’d still be in my face with how tiny these rooms are,” you said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, this hotel is probably like 500 years old or something,” he said laying down. He was on his edge of the bed and you on yours. “Did I ever tell you that we toured out here when I was a kid in the circus?”

You turned to look at him. “No you haven’t. What was it like?”

“It was cold but fun. My mom got mad when I tried to do flips barefoot in the snow,” he said with a laugh. “I was probably 6. She thought I was going to get deathly sick from the cold.”

“That sounds exactly like something a mom would say,” you said with a smile.

“I also remember one of the sword swallowers tried to learn the language to speak to all the pretty women that came to the shows but he learned Swedish instead,” Dick said and you both laughed.

“I bet that didn’t go well.”

“He got lucky and the first woman he talked to spoke Swedish! It was pretty funny,” Dick said with a yawn. “We should probably get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” you said and the pillow felt like heaven. Your eyelids felt heavy and before you knew it, you were asleep. Hours later you woke to light hitting your eyes through the curtains so you snuggled closer to get it out of your eyes. Arms that wrapped around you tightened a little and you felt a humming noise that threatened to put you back to sleep.

Hot breath against your cheek made you move again. This time you woke up to take in your surroundings. A collarbone. Arms around your back. Legs tangled in your own. You hadn’t taken anyone home last night. Who was that? You blinked before realizing that you were in Dick’s arms.

You pulled back a little and he whined in his sleep and held you tighter. His touch was warm and comforting and you almost wanted to be lulled back to sleep with him. But Dick wasn’t your boyfriend and you needed to move. You shifted again and he opened his eyes to look at you in surprise.

“Oh,” he said. You both froze. “Sorry,” Dick muttered before moving his hands away slowly. His didn’t scoot away from you.

You looked at him and the way he looked at you stopped you from moving. It was raw and unfiltered in the mornin light and he clearly wasn’t over you. He looked down at your lips before looking back at your eyes.

“Morning,” you said softly. You looked down as he licked his lips. They looked soft and shiny. You slid your hand to his arm. Almost painfully slow, Dick scooted closer to where your lips were almost touching. You inhaled a little faster than normal.

“Can I,” he said already hold his head slightly turned. You leaned up to meet his lips. Dick’s hands went back around to grip your waist. The kiss started out tentative but didn’t take long to deepen. He tasted the same as you remember and his touch was familiar and comforting.

After a little bit of you both laying on your sides, Dick laid back and pulled you on top of him. You straddled his hips and kissed him hard. Dick made a moan against your lips and gripped your thighs. You rubbed down against him. You could feel him grow hard in his thin sleep pants. Dick pulled back to breathe.

“Fuck baby,” he panted. You huffed out a laugh. “What?” He asked and you grinned.

“Still has the same weaknesses, I see,” you whispered and he chuckled before shrugging. You ground down on him and he inhaled quickly.

“Yeah but so do you,” he said before flipping you over and pinning your hands above your head. You gasped into a moan as he nipped at the spot behind your ear. Dick smirked against your skin. “Yep the same spot.”

“Hmmm using it against me,” you asked and he nodded.

“Always take advantage of weaknesses. That how I was taught,” Dick said. He bent and sucked hard on the spot and you pulled at his hands, wanting to put your hands in his hair. Dick kissed down your neck to your collar and nipped at your collarbone. You made a keening sound.

“Not fair Grayson, not fair,” you said breathlessly and he chuckled.

“I could always stop,” Dick said, his breath was hot on your skin. You groaned and he chuckled. Dick slid his hands under your shirt and pulled back to slide it off. His fingers traced a new scar that you had gotten since the last time you had been together.

“Two Face,” you commented and he nodded before kissing the arcing curvature of lighter skin. You pulled at his shirt and he pulled it off too. He had some more scars too. A pair of red healing marks on his forearm that looked like claws you touched with your thumb.

“Killer Croc,” he said before kissing the valley between your breasts. You hummed in agreement before realizing what he said.

“Killer Croc? You got very lucky,” you said and he pulled back a little.

“Yeah. I mean, it got mad infected and I was out for 2 weeks but yeah, he could have ripped my arm off,” Dick said. He ran his hand along the waistband of your sleep shorts. You inhaled quickly.

“You’re too casual for a man that almost died,” you said.

“Yeah, I know,” Dick answered sliding his hand in your shorts to play in your folds. Your eyes closed and you forgot all about scars and Killer Croc as he fingered you.

“Condoms?” You gasped. He grinned as he kissed along the column of your neck.

“One minute,” Dick said getting up. You watched him move around the room. His boner extremely obvious in his sleep pants. He came back with a few attached together.

“3?”

“Let’s start with one and go from there,” he smirked and you laughed. That was Dick for you. Cheeky no matter what. He pushed down his pants and rolled it on as you slid out of your panties and shorts. Dick stared down at your wet pussy. He already knew from fingering you but he certainly wasn’t complaining about the sight.

Dick climbed back over you and kissed you soundly. “Ready?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly thrust in and you made a soft sound. He started moving and found a good pace. It was great for missionary but it wasn’t like either of you didn’t have the ability to be a little more flexible in positions.

“I want to try something,” you whispered in his ear and he looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Go on,” Dick said excitedly. You pushed him off of you and he eagerly complied. You stood up and bent at the waist and wrapped your arms around the back of your knees with your legs closed giving Dick one hell of a show.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. Dick moved behind you. “Like this?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly slid in with his hands on your hips making all kinds of little noises. “You look fucking amazing baby. Truly.”

You let Dick move for a while in this position. He alternated between holding your hips and grabbing your ass to slightly spread it to watch better. It was possible he’d never been that horny in his life. It felt amazing on your part but there was something you wanted to try without telling him.

You slowly moved your hands to the floor and put your weight on one leg. And with a smirk, you lifted one leg up and Dick inhaled deeply as you lifted it up to his shoulder. He held your leg and moaned loudly. His hips stopped and he was panting.

“Fuck, you almost made me cum right then,” he groaned. His hips started moving and all of took was a little shake of your ass for him to cum despite himself. “Fuck,” he groaned while burying himself deep. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and helped you stand up. You noted a little dusting of pink in his cheeks and ears.

“I’ll get you back. Lay down,” he said and you nodded and laid on the bed. It was no time at all that he had his lips wrapped around your clit and fingers in your core as your grabbed his hair in pleasure.

“Fuck! Dick! Fuck!” You cried, completely ignoring the fact that it was 7 am and you were in a hotel. He seemed to be hell bent on making up for the fact that he came first. Your thighs shook and you weren’t even sure but you probably screamed when you came. Dick peppered kisses up your body with a smirk as you heaved in breaths.

“Like that,” he said wryly, pulling you into his arms.

“You already know that,” you answered. He ran a finger along your arm and kissed your hair.

“So this...” he started but trailed off.

“Yeah...”

“Do you wanna... try again? Us?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you said biting your lip.

“Give it a shot?” He asked hopeful. You sat in silence for a second.

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Yeah?” He said with a smile.

“Yeah,” you answered shyly. He grinned and kissed you again. He rolled on top of you.

“Since I fucked up the first round, I should make it up to you,” he said playfully. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“If. You. Can,” you whispered in his ear. By the end of the morning, the hotel security had come to knock on your door to quiet down.

#friday night smut #dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick Grayson smut #batboy smut #batboy x reader

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Spring Will Come Again

Pairing— Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre— Photographer!Jungkook x Baker!reader, SMUT +18, fluff, angst, Virgin!Jungkook, Sub!Jungkook, Switch!Jungkook

Warnings— Finger sucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (?), slight choking, there are a lot of emotions, Jungkook is literally so sweet gosh I just wanna hold him tight, this fic is kind of a rollercoaster of emotions bc I myself do b going thru it

Word Count— ~10.9k

Summary— Springtime generally brings new beginnings, but being stuck in a small town all your life means nothing ever changes. Finally, something, or rather, someone, stumbles into your life. Can this shy boy manage to change your life forever?

A/N— This beautiful banner was made by @dee-ehn! Please let me know what you think of this fic! Hope you guys enjoy~

It all started on a beautiful spring day. Something had convinced you to go on an unprecedented early morning walk for some reason.

The morning air was cold but crisp. You were bundled up in your favorite sweater, and the scarf that your grandmother knitted for you was wrapped snugly around your neck. Normally you would be immersed in your headphones, but since today was already unusual you decided to forgo the music.

You walked along the banks of the stream that flowed next to your neighborhood. This particular stream held nothing but fond memories. You grew up here with all the other kids. During the summer breaks, you’d play out here from morning to nightfall. This was the place where you saw your first fireflies, and where you won your first fist fight.

You stopped to sit on the grassy hill that ran alongside the banks, relishing in nostalgia as you took in a breath of fresh air. Everything is so different now. Everyone moved away to pursue their careers or to go to a big university. You were the only one left. Your parents urged you to go to college, but you refused. Who else would help run the bakery?

As much as you hated to see it, your parents were growing old. Managing the family bakery was getting harder on them. You were such a huge help to them since you basically managed all of the front-of-house work. They worked diligently in the kitchen every day to create the best baked goods in town.

You had always dreamt of leaving this small town. You’ve fantasized about attending a big university in the middle of a bustling city since you were a little kid. Unfortunately, that can’t happen now. You can’t leave your parents or the bakery behind. You held no resentment though, you loved it. Being an only child was a bit lonely at times, but your parents made you feel loved no matter what.

You laid on the grassy hill, watching the clouds roll by. Maybe life was better this way. It was simple, and you always knew what to expect. Day in and day out, the routine was always the same.

Everything changed on that day. That was the fateful day that you ran into him. Or rather, he ran into you.

“Good morning, ____! Where were you this morning? Why weren’t you answering your phone?” your concerned mother asked when you returned home.

“Morning mom. I went on a walk and forgot my phone I guess. Sorry about that. I ended up laying on the hill by the stream,” you replied as you sat at the breakfast table.

Living with bakers was probably one of the biggest blessings in your life. Every meal smelled delectable and you had access to all the fresh goodies you could desire.

“Wow, you were awake before we were? What a surprise. Here, tell me what you think of this loaf,” your dad set it in front of you.

You tossed a piece of bread into your mouth. The taste was savory to say the least. It was your father’s signature banana bread loaf, only this time with a small twist.

“Why’d you take out the walnuts? It’s still delicious though,” you said, devouring another piece.

“Well so many customers complain about having nut allergies now. I thought we could sell more if we take them out! You think we can sell this?” he asked eagerly.

“I think this will be our newest best seller!” you happily replied, “I’m gonna go open up the shop. See you guys soon,” you kissed them each on the cheek before taking your leave.

The bakery was down the street from your house, so the commute was only about 5 minutes even if you walked slowly. You brought your phone with you this time, so you were jamming out to your music, oblivious to the outside world. You were so out of it, that you didn’t have time to react to the person quickly rounding the corner.

One moment you were walking to work, the next you were knocked onto the cold hard ground. Your assailant fell on top of you, and you soon locked eyes with him. It was as if time stood still for a moment. He was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. His eyes were wide with concern, and for a moment, you swore you saw stars twinkling within them.

It took a second to register that this stranger was on top of you, in a compromising position no less. You’ve never been this close to a boy since...well it has been a while. Your legs were intertwined and his nose was only inches from yours.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you until the last second,” the boy apologized as he scrambled to get off of you.

As he helped you up, you reassured him that you were fine. You laughed off the incident and took the boy by surprise. You had the most angelic laugh he’d ever heard. He stood awkwardly gazing at you, before you asked him if he was okay.

“I-I’m fine! I’m glad you’re okay. I apologize again for being so careless,” he bowed.

“I’m also at fault! I wasn’t paying attention either. So shame on both of us,” you smiled to show him you were joking, “Enjoy the rest of your day, don’t run into anyone else!”

And with that, you parted ways. You forgot about the stranger as the morning rush piled into the bakery.

Despite being located in a small town, your parent’s were nationally renowned bakers. The bakery was always busy. That was part of why you loved it so much, you were never bored. The regular customers were your favorite. Most of the townsfolk had been coming to the bakery since you were little.

“Is this banana bread new?” Mrs. Park, the local florist, asked.

“Technically, yes. It’s the exact same recipe but without the walnuts,” you replied.

“Perfect! I’m not too fond of walnuts but I adore your parents’ banana bread,” Mrs. Park beamed, handing you a loaf along with other goods she picked up.

“How’s Jimin?” you asked as you rang her up.

“Oh he’s doing well! He loves it out there in the big city. At first, I was terrified of letting him go. He’s just always been so passionate about dancing, I finally had to cave in. He recently auditioned to be part of some fancy dance crew, and he got in! Can you believe it?” Mrs. Park began to dote on her son.

“That’s amazing! I’m happy for him,” you smiled.

“You know, ____, Jimin is still single. You two would be perfect together--”

“Long distance relationships are hard, Mrs. Park,” your mother interrupted her, swooping in to save the day. Thank god. You wouldn’t have known how to react.

“She could always move out to the city to be with him!” Mrs. Park retorted, not picking up on the awkward situation she created.

“I could never leave the bakery,” you responded quickly.

“Ah, yes that’s right. You have such a good daughter, Mrs. _____. Jimin never took any interest in taking over the family business. I’m jealous of you!” Mrs. Park said to your mom.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mrs. Park finally left. You were fond of her, but she never knew when to stop talking. Jimin was a good friend of yours growing up. You never wanted to admit that you had a huge crush on him. You figured it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since he was so fixated on moving out.

The morning rush had died down. You took this opportunity to restock and tidy things up before the afternoon rush. The store bell rang, indicating the arrival of another customer.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you shortly,” you called out from behind the counter.

“No worries, thanks!” the customer yelled back.

Once finished, you popped up with a bright smile on your face. Your parents taught you to always greet the customers with a smile as soon as they walk in.

However, the customer wasn’t facing your direction. He was looking at the baked goods that aligned the opposite wall. You patiently waited for him to make his selection. He kept walking back and forth, eyeing all of the baked items. You left your station behind the counter and approached him.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?” you piped up behind him.

The man jumped back, startled.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized.

“It’s okay! I didn’t hear you at all. You must be some sort of ninja-- Oh it’s you!” the boy turned around to face you.

It was the gorgeous boy who ran into you earlier.

“Hello again! I guess it was my turn to frighten you,” you joked.

“That’s fair,” he nodded, “What’s the best thing here?”

“Mmm that’s hard for me to say, considering that I love them all. What kind of tastes and textures do you like?” your customer service persona kicked in.

“I like sweet things I guess? I like bananas too…” he trailed off.

“We don’t have any bananas in fruit form, but we do have killer banana bread,” you beamed.

“That sounds good, but I don’t really like nuts so--”

“There are no nuts in our new recipe! You must be lucky, this is the first day that we’ve started selling them. Want me to ring you up a loaf?” you interrupted him.

“Oh no nuts? Okay, I’ll try it,” he agreed quietly.

“Would you still like to get something sweet as well?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” he nodded timidly.

“Of course it’s okay! My personal favorite is our milk pudding bun. The pudding in the middle is pretty creamy plus the bread is unbelievably soft! If that’s not for you, then we have a classic chocolate bun filled with, surprise surprise, chocolate. We also have…” you led the boy around the entire bakery.

You were too focused on recommending various breads to notice him stealing glances at you that lingered longer than normal. He patiently let you talk his ear off about the goodies.

“I’ll go with the milk pudding bun,” he smiled shyly.

“That was the first one! You should’ve stopped me from rambling,” you huffed.

“I wanted to know my options. Plus you seemed pretty happy,” he added softly.

“Alright, let’s go check you out then,” you headed to the counter, “I haven’t seen you before. What brings you to our little town?” you attempted to make conversation.

“Mmm, to get away, I guess,” the boy said after a pause.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?” you leaned over the counter to whisper.

“Kind of,” he whispered back.

“Stay right here, I can call the police,” you frantically murmured as you whipped out your phone.

“No no! Not like that,” he couldn’t contain his laughter, “I’m a fine arts student. My main focus is photography, but lately I haven’t been able to capture anything worth printing,” he explained.

“Ohhh,” you said, feeling dumb, “Then why come to a town in the middle of nowhere? You won’t find much here.”

“To an untrained eye, maybe so. But to a professional, beauty can be found anywhere,” he said proudly.

“Then why can’t you find anything back home? And aren’t you still a student?” you questioned.

“You know, I was really hoping that you’d let me have that,” the boy deflated.

“Aw, I’m sorry! If you ever want to take photos of the beauty that is bread, you’re always welcome here,” you smiled.

“I might take you up on that offer,” he said as he grabbed the purchased goods, “What’s your name by the way?”

“____. Yours?”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Oh! And if you’d like a tour of the town, I’d be more than happy to show you around,” you suggested.

“That would be nice,” Jungkook pondered, “Where can I find you?”

“I’m here every day. I get off at 3pm,” you answered.

“Cool. I’ll drop by tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Sure! See you then!” you waved goodbye.

“Who was that?” your mother asked when the boy left.

“Some photography student that said he wanted to get away for some inspiration. I offered to give him a tour tomorrow after work,” you explained.

“Do you want me to come with you?” your dad offered.

“I’ll be fine on my own, thanks,” you quickly turned him down.

You spent the next morning frantically flip flopping between outfits. Should you go with a pretty top paired with a skirt? Or perhaps keep it casual with a t-shirt and jeans? Or should you go with a simple dress? You know you’re supposed to be a tour guide, but you still wanted to look somewhat presentable. You settled for the dress. It gave off a “cute but not trying too hard” type of vibe.

Time seemed to slowly drag on as you waited for Jungkook to return. You had already mapped out your route, making sure it was efficient (not like there’s much to see anyway). You wanted to surprise him with a picnic at the end of the tour. Hopefully it could help show off the natural beauty of the forests and meadows that surrounded the town. As the clock approached 3pm, you began to wonder if springing a surprise picnic on a stranger was odd. Oh god, what if it was? You hadn’t had much interaction with people your age once all your friends went off to live their own lives. Panic was starting to set in when the front bell chimed.

“Hey! I’m a little early, but I can wait around until you’re finished,” Jungkook greeted you. You noticed a fancy looking camera dangling around his chest.

“It’s all good! Business has been slow today, I’ve been bored,” you admitted.

“Oh I see--” Jungkook was cut off.

“Hi! I’m ____’s mom. Did you like the bread you bought yesterday?” your mom materialized out of nowhere with a pan of fresh bread in her hands.

“It was delicious! Better than anything I could get in the city,” Jungkook complimented.

“Why did you batch a new batch? No one has come in after 1pm,” you aggressively whispered to your mom.

“I got bored,” she pouted, “Here, have one! On the house, think of it as a welcoming present to our town,” she motioned for Jungkook to take a fresh loaf off the tray.

Jungkook’s face lit up at the offer as he thanked her for the snack. His smile lingered as he took a bite, savoring the taste.

“You must have some sort of good luck charm; you’re getting even more free food later,” you chuckled as you plopped a wicker basket onto the checkout counter.

“Sweet,” he beamed.

You let out a small sigh of relief. It didn’t seem like Jungkook was creeped out by the thought of eating with a stranger. With the basket in hand, you led Jungkook across the town. There truly wasn’t much to see. Your family’s bakery was in line with the rest of the town’s shops. You passed by the florist, the cafe, the grocery store, and the post office within the first 3 minutes just by walking down the street. You added in little personal stories with each business that you pointed out.

Jungkook paused by the flower shop, in awe of all the beautiful arrangements. His eyes scanned the outside displays, as if he was looking for something.

“Need something specific, dear?” Mrs. Park asked her potential customer.

“Do you have Tiger flowers?” he inquired.

“Tiger… No, but I can probably order some for you,” she offered.

“Ah, that’s alright. I’m sorry to bother you,” Jungkook apologized before rejoining you.

“Did you wanna take a picture of that specific flower?” you asked him as you strolled along the sidewalk.

“Yeah, it’s my birth flower,” he shyly nodded.

“Oh nice! I don’t know what my birth flower is, but yours sounds pretty. Ah, here is the town square. Over there is the courthouse/government building/boring stuff happens in there probably,” you said as you pointed out the building.

“This is cool,” Jungkook examined a decrepit well that stood in front of the courthouse.

“I guess. I always thought it would be better if they replaced it with a big pretty fountain or something,” you mentioned as you looked down into the dark abyss of the well.

Jungkook said nothing as he began taking pictures of the well from various angles. You watched him frown at each picture he took before he tried to take another.

“Maybe you could take a picture looking into the well? I mean, you’d probably have to stand on it to get a full shot and your feet will be in it but…” you suggested before realizing that you knew nothing about photography.

Jungkook immediately hopped onto the well, disregarding the loose pebbles that crumbled away under his weight. Pointing the camera directly down into the well, he snapped a couple of pictures. He didn’t bother hopping off of the well before scrolling through the pictures he just took. You caught yourself staring at him, admiring his features. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips were pursed, and the wind was blowing his bangs over his forehead ever so slightly. He really was a handsome boy, though he seemed to be completely unaware of it.

“How’d it turn out?” you asked as he climbed down.

“Not bad actually. Better than the angles I took at first,” Jungkook smiled with approval, “I’ll show you after I touch them up.”

“I’m excited to see! Also, this basically concludes the tour because everything else is residential stuff. Unless you wanna take pictures of random people’s homes,” you joked.

“I’m good. Is this where we’re eating? I kinda skipped lunch,” Jungkook looked at the wicker basket in your hand.

“Nope! I’m gonna take you somewhere special. Are you okay with a bit of light hiking?”

“Sounds fun,” Jungkook grinned.

“Perfect! Now it’s your turn to lug this thing around,” you said as you handed him the deceptively heavy basket.

You took him to the outskirts of town, where nature was left untouched.

“Is this where all the cool kids have their picnics?” Jungkook asked as you led him down an old trail.

“All the cool kids left this town a while ago, so I can’t speak on their behalf. However, this is where I like to have my picnics so take that in whatever way you please,” you responded.

It was a sunny day on the verge of being too hot, but the densely wooded forest provided enough shade to make it comfortable. Your parents used to take you on walks in these woods when you (and they) were younger. Of course, now the hilly paths and loose soil would only wreak havoc on your parents’ old knees. You’ve grown accustomed to exploring on your own. Bringing Jungkook along was a pleasant change.

“You okay with eating here?” you suddenly stopped, pointing over to a field just off the trail.

“I’ll eat anywhere, I’m starving,” Jungkook quickly nodded.

“I’m fully aware of that; I could barely hear the birds chirping over the sounds of your stomach growling,” you teased.

An old tree that was large enough to cover up the entire picnic blanket with shade proved to be the ideal spot. Jungkook set down the wicker basket that you assigned to him earlier, eagerly waiting for you to finally open it.

“On the menu today we have fruits as an appetizer, ham and cheese sandwiches in homemade croissants as the main course, and last but not least, chocolate buns for dessert,” you proudly showcased each item.

“I never knew bread could taste so heavenly until I went to your bakery. I’m happy I walked in,” Jungkook praised as he wolfed down his sandwich.

“It’s not my bakery, it’s my parents’ bakery,” you corrected him as you ate the fruit.

“Don’t you work in it nearly every day? I don’t see how it’s not your bakery too,” Jungkook insisted.

“I’m not the one running the business,” you argued.

“You seem to put in the same amount as work as them. Instead of baking, you’re handling all of the customers. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Jungkook persisted.

“Fine, I guess you could say it’s a family bakery. Happy?” you huffed, clearly annoyed.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to make you angry. I’m sorry if I overstepped,” Jungkook apologized, putting his sandwich down, “I wanted to let you know how much I love your family’s bread, that’s all.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just…” your trailed off as you gazed at the blue sky.

“I don’t want to pry, but I’m happy to sit here and listen,” Jungkook offered.

“I don’t want to scare you away by dumping my personal issues on you,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“I don’t think you could do that, ____,” Jungkook assured you.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly since he caught you off guard with his sincerity, but soon you gave him a soft smile.

“Fine, since we’re just sitting here anyway,” you caved as you picked up your sandwich, “I wish I wasn’t here anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I love the bakery. I just wish I got to go to a big city somewhere and attend a real university. I don’t know what I’d study, I just know that I thought my life would be different by now,” you turn away from him to hide your watery eyes.

“It’s not all that great,” Jungkook responded after a short pause, “I came from a small town too. The only difference was that it was along a beach, not by a forest. Wait, the location doesn’t matter,” he quietly scolded himself, “What I’m trying to say is that I did get away from my hometown. I was so excited to finally be a city kid. I didn’t realize how overwhelming it would be. Now look at me. I’m a senior in college with no direction in life. That’s what I get for choosing a career with no job security,” he chuckled as he looked down at the camera around his neck.

“But are you doing what you love?” you quietly asked.

“I think so. Are you?” he asked back.

“I think so,” you sighed, finally turning to look at him.

“I could always take you back to the city with me,” Jungkook flashed you a big bunny smile.

“Don’t joke with me like that. I hate getting my hopes up,” you playfully punch him in the arm.

“I’m not joking!” he yelped in surprise.

The conversation turned into a more cheerful one. You both spoke about your dreams, both childhood and present day. It was fun talking with Jungkook as you both watched the clouds roll by without a care in the world.

“Maybe you could get some pretty shots of some wildlife while we’re out here,” you recommended when the conversation came to a pause.

“Do you want to model for me?” Jungkook asked.

“Huh?” his sudden proposal surprised you.

“It’s completely okay if you don’t want to! Actually, just forget I said anything,” Jungkook looked down at the camera in his hands in a futile attempt to hide his flushed cheeks.

“Just tell me how to pose,” you smiled, already getting up.

“Uh, just act natural,” he said awkwardly as you leaned against the thick tree trunk.

At first, you made some silly poses that made Jungkook laugh. To be honest, you only did that because you really didn’t know how to pose next to the tree while making it look natural. Forcing a smile, you attempted to lean on the tree like as if it were another person.

“You don’t have to fake a smile,” Jungkook called from behind the camera.

“I don’t know what to do!” you called back.

“Act natural!”

“How do I do that?”

“Naturally!”

His response rewarded him a sarcastic eye roll, followed by a burst of laughter. Jungkook furiously clicked his camera as you laughed even harder. He praised you for ‘being in your natural state’ as he took shots from ridiculous angles. He gave you a thumbs up after he was satisfied with the impromptu photoshoot.

“Is laughing until I can’t breathe just me being in my natural state?” you asked playfully as you sat back down on the picnic blanket.

“It was authentic, so I would say so. I wish I could capture sound too, your laugh is so cute,” Jungkook said nonchalantly as he scrolled through the photos.

His eyes widened as soon as he realized what he said. He opened his mouth to try and take it back, or at least cover it up. He looked over at you shyly, only to see that you were digging out dessert from the basket. He let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, you didn’t hear him.

“How were the pictures?” you asked, scooting to sit beside him after handing him the dessert.

“See for yourself,” he proudly showed you.

You were amazed by his talent. Even without editing, the photos looked like they were ready to be submitted into a contest. Everything looked so perfect. Your smile was genuine, the lighting was optimal, and your hair looked surprisingly good. You applauded him for his talent, to which he bashfully denied by saying he was still such an amatuer. You both finally dug into the desserts.

“These chocolate buns were amazing,” Jungkook licked his lips after he finished it.

“They’re my personal favorite! They’re also the best things that I can make on my own,” you winked at him as you finished yours.

“You made these?” Jungkook’s doe eyes filled with awe.

“Yep! Don’t act so surprised,” you pouted.

“Sorry, it’s just that you told me your parents bake everything. These were really good! Probably the best things I’ve had since--oh wait. You have a little something,” Jungkook leaned forward to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

You both froze for a second, in shock of this intimate gesture. Jungkook’s mouth opened to apologize, but you stopped him before he had the chance. Without thinking about it, you put your mouth around his thumb. You sucked on it for a second before you snapped back to reality. You started apologizing profusely the instant his thumb left your mouth.

“It’s okay! I shouldn’t have touched you in the first place,” Jungkook shied away from you, refusing to look you in the eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me,” you apologized as you grabbed his hand.

Jungkook looked at you with an embarrassed expression the moment you held his hand in yours. At first you didn’t realize why he was so embarrassed, you were the one sucking his thumb. But then, you noticed Jungkook sheepishly resting his other hand in his lap.

“Jungkook,” you said sweetly.

“Yes?” he answered, his eyes averting yours once more.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Huh?” he looked back at you with disbelief.

You made a bold move as you moved to straddle his lap, each leg settling beside his waist. You brought his hand up to your mouth and batted your eyes innocently.

“Like this,” you say before licking his pointer finger.

Jungkook gulped while slowly nodding his head, giving you permission to continue. His eyes stayed glued on you as you wrapped your lips around his finger. You dragged your flattened out tongue from the base to the tip. You then reversed this motion, but instead only using the tip of your tongue. You began to work on his middle finger as well. It was hard to fit his long fingers in your mouth, but you’re no quitter. Your tongue weaved between his fingers, adequately coating them with your saliva.

Jungkook’s breaths quickened the longer you went on. You felt a bulge grow between your thighs as you straddled him. Perhaps wearing a dress was a great idea after all. Your hips began to move on their own as you slowly grinded on Jungkook.

“____…” Jungkook moaned quietly when you daringly took three fingers into your mouth.

Rubbing your clothed pussy against his hard crotch spurred you on even more. Drool was dribbling down Jungkook’s arm and your chin, but neither of you cared. It just made you look more erotic to him. His other hand was on your hip to help you maintain a rhythm. You opened your eyes to make contact with his as you suckled his fingers. That’s all it took to make him come undone.

He quickly pushed you off of him as he cried out. You were both too shocked to say anything for a few seconds. Jungkook seemed too embarrassed to look you in the eyes again, his cheeks bright red.

“Jungkook, I--” you started to apologize.

“You probably think I’m pretty lame huh? Cumming in my pants like some sort of middle schooler,” he looked down in defeat.

“What? No, of course not!” you disagreed.

“Don’t lie,” Jungkook refused to believe you.

“Jungkook, that was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever done. What we just did was hotter than when I was actually having sex,” you tried to cheer him up.

“You’re not lying?” Jungkook finally looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

“I swear I’m not. I could help you clean it up, if you’d like,” you offered.

“I think that would make me feel worse. Just hand me some napkins and I’ll go take care of it myself,” he declined.

You packed everything up while you waited for Jungkook to return. He discreetly threw away the ball of used napkins into the designated trash bag, praying to god that you weren’t looking.

The walk back was quiet and awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. You were horrified with how you acted; you’ve never been so bold before. Jungkook was ashamed of cumming before he had the chance to do anything to you. He felt so pathetic.

“I’m sorry for making you so uncomfortable, Jungkook,” you finally apologized.

“Are you kidding? You think I would cum that fast if I was uncomfortable?” Jungkook looked at you with incredulity, “I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m disgusting and came in my pants while you did all the hard work.”

“You’re not disgusting at all, Jungkook. I enjoyed it too. I can’t remember the last time I was that horny,” you laughed.

All the tension in the air had disappeared. Jungkook bounced back to being his cheery self. The conversation went back to normal as you brought him back to the bakery. You hugged him goodbye and were about to leave when he caught your hand.

“Thank you so much for the tour. I know we’ve only known each other for a day but... would you like to go on a date with me?” Jungkook asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“No,” you said firmly, watching his shoulders fall, “I’d love to go on a date with you,” you smirked.

“You jerk!” Jungkook gasped.

You couldn’t help it, he was too easy to tease. After working out the details, it was decided that he would come pick you up on Friday night.

Jungkook took you to basically the only restaurant in town (that wasn’t the cafe). It was a family run Italian eatery, and it took Jungkook by surprise.

“Is everyone in this place a master chef or something? This is delicious!” he praised as he ate his pasta.

“I guess it’s the authenticity of family recipes? You probably eat at more chain restaurants while you’re in the city,” you shrugged as you twirled noodles around your fork.

The date went on pleasantly. Jungkook wanted to know as much about you as you did him. The conversations you had were lively and fun; there was never a dull moment with him. Something about him just automatically clicked with you.

“What’s your favorite thing to photograph?” you asked.

“I like taking pictures of landscapes and buildings. That’s why I was super excited about going to a university in the city. It’s a lot easier than taking pictures of people! Unfortunately, that’s where the money is right now,” he explained.

“You don’t like taking pictures of people?”

“Not really, no,” he answered bluntly.

“Then why did you ask me to model for you?” you were genuinely curious.

Jungkook froze in his seat. He took a long sip of his drink before answering you.

“For practice, I suppose,” he said softly.

“I’m happy I was able to help then,” you smiled, thinking nothing of it.

Jungkook seemed grateful that you didn’t press for more details, and was soon coaxed out of his shy shell once the topic of anime came around. You were happy that he took you out on a proper date, you hadn’t been on one in so long.

He walked you back under the pale moonlight. You were admiring the twinkling stars when you realized that Jungkook hadn’t said anything in a while. His hand awkwardly brushed against yours when you first left the restaurant, but you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook seemed to be thinking hard about something as he walked alongside you. You were going to say something when the back of his hand brushed against yours again. He instantly pulled away and uttered a small “sorry”.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you were worried now, you thought the date went well.

“Nothing…,” his voice trailed off as he looked away.

You interlocked his pinky with yours without a word. Jungkook looked over at you with surprise, but said nothing. He admonished himself for not committing to hold your hand, but he was happy with this too. In fact, he thought it was cuter than actual hand holding.

You arrived in front of your house. Bidding Jungkook goodnight, you went in for a hug. Jungkook also went in for a hug, but he leaned the same way you did. In a quick bumble, your lips grazed the corner of Jungkook’s, causing you to jump back. You stood in Jungkook’s arms, looking away in embarrassment. He brought up one of his hands to cup your cheek, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes sparkled under the moonlight as he gazed into yours.

Slowly, you found yourself leaning forward. Jungkook met you in the middle, his lips finding yours. It was a tender kiss, sweet and soft. You broke it off after a couple seconds to giggle, but Jungkook pulled you back into it. He kissed you gently, yet with so much passion. You reciprocated his affection as your fingers intertwined with his hair, deepening the kiss.

He finally pulled away, smiling back at you. To be honest, you wish it lasted longer. However, you knew you would have had a hard time controlling yourself if it did.

“Thank you for dinner,” you thanked him with a soft voice.

“Of course, thank you for accompanying me,” he bowed like a gentleman and kissed your hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at his gesture.

“Too much?” he tilted his head.

“Don’t change a thing,” you continued to laugh.

All sorts of thoughts about Jungkook swam in your mind as you fell asleep that night.

Jungkook soon began to hangout with you every day. When he wasn’t out trying to take pictures, he would be in the bakery keeping you company. Your parents teased him, saying that he better buy something or else they’d kick him out, but they never did. In fact, your mom would always sneak him some freshly baked goods.

After work, you and Jungkook would spend even more time together. It didn’t matter if you guys were exploring nature, cooling off in the stream, or just watching movies; you enjoyed it all. It was nice having someone to talk to for a change. Jungkook never asked to make plans with you, he just assumed you guys would hangout the next day when he said “see ya tomorrow!”

You knew you had a crush on Jungkook, but you didn’t know how he felt. Yes, he took you on a date. Yes, you’ve kissed. Yes, you made in cum in his pants (not necessarily in that order). You were waiting on him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t want to pressure him, especially when you knew that he’d be going back to school in the fall.

One day, much to your chagrin, Jungkook was helping you with inventory. You argued that he shouldn’t work since he wasn’t getting paid, but he smiled and replied that spending time with you was all the payment he needed. You were too flustered to argue after that.

“Great, everything has been accounted for! Can you help me put this box back up there?” you asked him, nodding your head at a particularly high shelf that was out of your reach. You grabbed a step stool for him to make it easier.

Jungkook lifted up the heavy box of supplies with ease, and placed it back on the shelf. He looked down at you and smiled.

“What?” you cocked your head.

He said nothing as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, “You just look cute from up here.”

You looked away as you blushed, not knowing what to say. Jungkook laughed as he got down from the step stool. He teased you about it for the rest of the day.

Days flew by as it was getting closer and closer to Jungkook’s departure. You let Jungkook decide on what to do during his last day there. He picked you up at the bakery after your shift. He wanted to take one last stroll with you around town before he had to leave. You were about to hug him goodbye when he invited you over, saying that he had a box of popcorn he needed help finishing.

After watching a couple movies, Jungkook had his arms around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. Cuddling had become a norm between you two. Jungkook suddenly nudged your side, causing you to shriek.

“Sorry, just making sure you were still awake,” he giggled.

“I was, but now I definitely am,” you said as you returned the favor and tickled his sides.

It soon became a war of tickling as laughter erupted from both of you. Jungkook was just as ticklish as you were, making it a deadly battle. Before you knew it, you were straddling Jungkook, gripping both of his wrists in your hands. You both stared at each other as the laughter subsided, now replaced with heavy breathing.

“You could easily knock me over, you know,” you said as you lowered your nose to his.

“What if I don’t want to?” he whispered back.

He moved his head upwards to kiss you, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back, pushing him back down. You lowered your hips to rest on his hardened crotch. You let go of his wrists to help him take off his shirt before removing your own.

Once your lips connected again, Jungkook’s hands moved freely over your body, gently caressing your breasts. He treated you so tenderly, it made you even hornier. Your hands reached down to unzip his pants.

“Is this okay?” you paused to ask.

“Only if you take off your pants too,” he answered with a smirk.

Soon enough you were both down to just your underwear. You palmed Jungkook’s erection, curious to see it. It already felt huge in comparison to your hands.

“I want to fuck you, _____,” Jungkook groaned as you kissed his neck.

“I’m glad we want the same thing. Where do you want me?” you cooed.

“Like this is fine,” he quickly answered.

He helped you take off his underwear, revealing his massive dick. Your pussy clenched at the sight of it. You wriggled out of your panties and positioned yourself on top of him.

“Ready?” you asked.

Jungkook just nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. He gulped as he watched you slowly lower yourself onto him, taking in each inch slowly. You moaned as he went deeper and deeper in you. You hadn’t had sex in a long time (and admittedly it wasn’t very good). Now, you were sopping wet and Jungkook was filling you up perfectly. Once you reached the base of his dick, you took your time going back up.

From the look on Jungkook’s face, he was in pure bliss. You continued to tease him as you fucked him slowly. You transitioned from taking his entire length to just swiveling around his tip, making him moan from the overstimulation. Jungkook dug his nails into your lower back, begging you to take all of him in again.

You leaned back over and peppered kisses along his chest and up his neck. Jungkook whimpered at the sensation, his breathing grew uneven. You giggled at him as you suckled on his neck, leaving wet kisses in your wake. Once you had enough of teasing him, you slammed back down onto him, and both your moans filled the room. Your hips began to move faster as you bounced on top of him. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened.

“I--I’m gonna cum,” he panicked.

You immediately hopped off, hoping to edge him. He whimpered at the loss of your warm pussy, but your plan seemed to work. His eyes begged you to get back on top.

“Now it’s your turn to fuck me,” you demanded as you laid down on your back.

Jungkook complied and positioned himself between your legs. He bent over to kiss you while he pushed his cock back inside of you. He took his time at first, but then tried to pick up the pace. His movements were awkward and stiff, and his pelvis hit your hips in a way that you knew they were going to bruise later.

“Jungkook, just relax,” you commanded.

Jungkook steadied his breathing and took your advice. He was finally able to find a rhythm and stuck to it. Luckily, it was the perfect rhythm for you as he continuously grazed your g-spot. Jungkook moaned with every stroke as your warm insides squeezed around him. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him even closer. You looked up at him to see that the usual sweet star filled doe eyes of his had switched to a version of pure ecstasy as he gazed down at you with blown out pupils. The change was a little jarring, but also incredibly sexy when you realized the potential duality Jungkook could have. You pulled him into a deep kiss, tongues exploring foreign regions as he pounded into you.

“I’m gonna--,” his breath hitched.

“Cum on me baby,” you panted as you furiously rubbed your clit, desperate to cum with him.

With perfect timing, Jungkook got to feel you cum around him for a few seconds before he had to pull out and finish all over your chest. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before scurrying off to find something to clean you with.

He rested his head on your chest as you held him close. You were falling asleep when he said something.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked him since you barely heard him.

“I am, well I guess was, a virgin,” Jungkook admitted.

“Oh,” you tried to mask your surprise.

“I didn’t wanna say anything. I mean, how lame is it that I’m a college senior and have never gotten laid. You’re probably surprised huh? I’m not lying, I swear.”

“I am surprised, but only because you seem like ladies would be all over you. You’re so handsome, funny, charming--”

“Yes yes keep going,” Jungkook joked.

“--and a genuinely good guy. Plus I feel like being a photographer would help you meet a lot of pretty girls,” you reasoned.

“While all of that is true, the real reason is pretty embarrassing. I’m...I’ve always been kinda scared of girls,” Jungkook sighed as you tried to suppress your laughter, “I’m not kidding! I always get so nervous around girls, I could never actually talk to them.”

“So am I not a girl in your eyes?” you teased.

“You’re a woman,” he answered cockily.

“Shut up! I hope your first time was enjoyable. Thanks for entrusting me with your v card,” you laughed.

You both continued joking and laughing the night away until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. While that night was enjoyable, it made Jungkook’s absence hurt more.

Life had sunk back into the same mundane routines once Jungkook left. Of course, he still kept in touch. He would text and video call you as often as he could. He’d send you pictures of his newest shooting locations, and you’d always be the first person he’d show his finished products.

You loved witnessing Jungkook’s passion grow, he had a new spark in him that wasn’t there before. With your encouragement as an extra shove, he applied to his dream job. He explained to you that it was with an agency that would send him to a random country where he’d work with a participating magazine company. You secretly envied him for even having the possibility of exploring the world.

Days and weeks started to blend together. Your parents insisted on having you help out more in the kitchen, presumably to get your mind off of Jungkook.

It was a weird fling you had with him. However, it also didn’t seem like a fling. Most flings didn’t still keep in touch in a long distance “friendship”, or whatever it was you had. You were never officially dating, but it sure as hell felt that way. You cursed yourself for waiting for him to ask, you should’ve just done it yourself. Of course, part of you felt like you’d just hold him back if you guys actually ended up dating.

These thoughts constantly swarmed your mind. Ironically, the only time you weren’t thinking about your dilemma was when you were chatting with Jungkook. The end of the semester was quickly approaching, and you could tell that he was getting antsy. He hadn’t gotten offers from anywhere that he applied. You could do nothing but give him hope but assuring him that someone somewhere will hire him.

You watched snow fall outside when you got a call.

“I GOT IN!!!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“What?! Where?!” you jumped up in excitement.

“My top choice! The one where they send me to another country! Guess where I’m going,” he sing songed.

“Umm… Italy?”

“Close! I’m going to España,” he said with a spanish accent.

“That’s amazing, Jungkook. I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it. When do you leave?” you asked.

“In a week. God, I’m so excited! Oh, my parents are calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Congrats again,” you cheered before he hung up.

Before you knew it, you were crying. You were honestly happy for Jungkook, but reality hit you. You were never going to be able to tell him that you loved him. You were never going to be with him, not while you’re stuck in this town. It sucked, but you had no choice but to accept that.

Two days had passed since that phone call. Jungkook was probably busy packing and working out minor details, so you stayed out of his way. You figured things would probably be like this from now on. Why would he bother talking to a small town girl while he’s out exploring the world?

You were restocking the milk puddings rolls when the front bell chimed.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” you called out.

“No worries, I’ll wait all day if I have to,” a familiar voice responded.

You dropped the rolls as you turned around with lightning fast speed. Jungkook stood at the doorway, beaming a big bunny smile at you. You ran to him, embracing him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Surprise,” he smiled.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you wiped tears from your eyes.

“I needed to see you. I was planning on coming back and surprising you even before I left. You didn’t think I’d leave without saying goodbye, did you?” he ruffled your hair, “Oh, and those tiger flowers are beautiful,” he nodded over to the flower bouquet on the checkout counter.

“I got them because they reminded me of you,” you blushed, your ears turning red.

“Did I hear Jungkook?” you mom poked her head out of the kitchen, “Oh my goodness! Honey look! Jungkook is back!” she called your dad.

Your parents came out to greet him. He explained everything to them, and they congratulated him.

“How long will you be here? Aren’t you leaving soon?” your dad inquired.

“I leave tomorrow night. I wish I could stay longer,” Jungkook answered solemnly.

“____ suddenly doesn’t have to work until after you’ve left,” your mom smiled fondly at you.

Your eyes lit up as you kissed your parents on the cheek to thank them. After grabbing your jacket, you took Jungkook’s hand and dragged him out. You both aimlessly walked around the town as you chatted. He went more in depth with the details of his job. He was most excited about capturing photos of the city. After looking up some pictures of the architecture, he immediately fell in love with Madrid.

Jungkook invited you over to watch some of the short films he worked on over the past semester. While they were just videos of his friends with no plot, you could feel their friendship seeping through the screen. The way Jungkook played with music and colors really enhanced the already well shot video. You felt at peace sitting beside Jungkook on his bed as he showed you all his past projects. Part of you wished that this moment would never end.

“You’ve made me a better person, you know,” Jungkook said out of nowhere, “I’m more talkative around my friends, and I’ve gotten more comfortable with being myself.”

“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you,” you smiled as you poked his chest.

“You definitely helped,” he ran his fingers through your hair, “I love you, ____.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too. I thought I’d never get to say that,” you said with a sigh of relief.

He looked into your eyes before leaning forward slowly. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, you practically pounced on him. You kissed him passionately, as if to show him how much you missed him. Clothes were thrown in every direction leading to bare skin being exposed.

Jungkook’s soft hands roamed across your body as if he were trying to memorize your every curve. His touch was a bit rougher than the last time, his lips crashed against yours as he pinched your nipples. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, carnal lust, or just a new side of Jungkook, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. His erection pressed against your thigh as your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair. You reached down to grab his cock, gripping from the base and slowly dragging your hand to the tip and then back down. He shuddered at the sensation, moaning into your mouth.

“Should I get on top?” you batted your eyes.

“Nope, I have a better idea,” Jungkook growled as he flipped you over onto your knees, “Can I fuck you like this?”

“Fuck me however you want,” you answered gleefully.

Jungkook rammed into you without hesitation. He firmly gripped your hips to keep you in place as he thrusted into you. His dick sent waves of ecstasy as he crashed into you. He surprised you when he reached his hand around you to play with your clit, causing you to squirm under him.

“Be a good girl and stay still,” he ordered.

His newfound dominance turned you on. He was no longer the baby boy that followed your every move, although you were sure that side of him was still there somewhere. You got lost in pleasure and didn’t realize how far gone you were till you felt liquid dripping down your inner thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet baby. All this for me?” Jungkook panted as he continued snapping his hips into you.

“Mhm, of course. Only for you,” you managed to moan out between thrusts.

“That’s my good girl. Get up,” he demanded as he hopped off the bed.

You obeyed, curious as to what he was going to do. As soon as you got off the bed, he spun you around and pushed your chest back over the covers. He slipped back into you with ease, groaning as your slick juices coated his cock. This new position enabled Jungkook to directly hit your g-spot with each thrust. Again, his hand wrapped around your waist to find your clit. His other hand found purchase on your neck, slightly choking you. The overstimulation had you crying out in bliss that you had never experienced before.

You were practically gushing now as your wetness ran down your legs and sprayed onto Jungkook’s thighs with each strong impact. Jungkook lifted up one of your legs onto the bed, spreading your pussy.

“Now touch yourself for me,” Jungkook directed.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your legs started to shake as you played with your clit at the perfect pace while Jungkook drilled into you. You were sure that you had already came numerous times by this point, but you could feel the grand finale soon approaching.

“Jungkook I--” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence as you climaxed onto his dick. He was infatuated with the way you looked from behind, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He pushed you back onto the bed with your legs still hanging from the edge. He reinserted himself while you laid there, completely delusional from the pounding you had been receiving.

“You’re such a sexy woman,” he moaned as he anchored the weight of his arms onto your shoulders.

He continued his torment downwards. Your bountiful cheeks bounced back and forth while he repeatedly rammed into your g-spot causing you to release more of the juices his massive cock craved.

He slowed his pace but still kept going to help you ride out your high for as long as possible. The sensation of you cumming on him was enough to bring him right to the brink of no return.

“Can I cum on you?” he pleaded in a tone all too familiar to you.

“Please do,” you nodded.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he said as he gave you a couple more hard thrusts before pulling out and coating your ass with white strings.

Jungkook held you in his arms after wiping you down with a towel, both of your chests heaving in sync. You both managed to work up a sweat, but Jungkook still smelled amazing. He played with your hair as your eyelids started to get heavy.

“_____,” he whispered softly.

“Yes, Jungkook?” you replied with your eyes still closed.

“Come with me.”

“What?” your eyes shot open.

“Come with me to Spain. I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t care. You’ll finally get the adventure you’ve always wanted, and we’ll do it together,” he kissed your forehead.

His unexpected proposition had you overwhelmed. You were speechless. You would go with him in a heartbeat. It wouldn’t matter where you’d go, as long as you were with him.

“Jungkook...you know I can’t do that,” you fought back tears, nuzzling yourself further into his chest.

“I wanted to ask your parents as soon as I arrived but you rushed me out too quickly and--”

“I can’t leave them, you know that,” silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I think they’d understand. Plus, you’ve said that they’ve tried to convince you to go to college,” Jungkook was getting desperate, he thought you’d agree on the spot.

“They need my help now more than ever. My parents are getting old. As much as I want to leave this place, I can’t. I’m going to be stuck here forever. I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you wept.

“It’s okay, ___. We can ask them tomorrow, how does that sound?” he rubbed your back.

“No, I can’t do that to them. You know they’ll say yes. I have to stay,” you sniffled.

“You’re a great daughter. I can’t force you to come with me. I’ll miss you. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone,” Jungkook’s voice started to falter.

“Don’t worry about me. Go live out your life. Eat great food. Take beautiful pictures. Meet pretty girls,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“You think I want to meet pretty girls? Why would I do that when I have you,” he hugged you tightly.

“We aren’t even dating, Jungkook. I don’t want to hinder you more than I already have,” you blurted.

“I...I know we aren’t dating. Not officially. But that’s just a stupid label. I want to be with you,” Jungkook’s voice softened to hide his pain.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said as you got up.

Jungkook immediately pulled you back into him. Your nose brushed against his wet cheek, causing you to freeze up when you realized that he had also been crying.

“Please stay with me. At least just for tonight,” he pleaded.

“Alright. I can do that,” you softly kiss him.

You woke up the next morning with your head on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook looked adorable while he was asleep, with his mouth agape and his hair falling messily over his forehead. You tried to inch away, but he just pulled you closer, making it impossible to escape.

He woke up with a yawn a couple minutes later. He smiled down at you before ruffling your hair.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry about last night. I--”

“Let’s not talk about it. This is my last day with you for god knows how long. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay?” he interrupted you.

It had been three years since that spring when you met Jungkook. You sometimes reminisce about the times you had with Jeon Jungkook. It honestly felt like a dream. Communication with him slowly faded away, and now the only conversations you had with him were one message long during birthdays and holidays. You kept up with him more through Instagram. He regularly uploaded his beautiful pictures, and you could tell that his talent only grew. He had a knack for making dull buildings and streets come to life.

Your parents planned to retire soon, leaving you to tend to the bakery by yourself. They mainly managed the front-of-house work during the busy hours now. Their goal was to finally sell the bakery, but you protested against it. As much as you wanted to be rid of the chains that tied you down, you were scared. You didn’t know what you would do if the bakery was suddenly gone. It was all you’ve ever known.

Ever since your parents announced their retirement plans, you started to dabble in pastry making. They were impressed with your skills, and your creations got added to the menu. Word spread that the already famous bakery was now carrying delicious pastries, and business soared.

You were busy decorating your latest desserts when your mother came into the kitchen.

“Your father and I have to go run a quick errand, we’ll be back soon!” she said before giving you time to protest. You grumbled to yourself as you placed strawberries on your cakes, praying that no one would come in.

“Hello? Anyone here? The sign says open,” someone called from the front.

‘God dammit’, you thought before putting on a fake customer service smile.

“Welcome to--” you stopped in your tracks.

Jungkook was standing in the middle of your bakery, looking even more handsome than you had remembered him. His face lit up as soon as he saw you. You couldn’t help yourself as you ran towards him, colliding into him with a forceful hug.

“I hear you sell desserts now,” he grinned.

“Jungkook! What are you doing here? Your hair, it’s so long! And...do you have tattoos now?!” you were in shock.

“Do I look more artsy now?” he laughed, “I came to see you. I wanted to try your desserts too, of course. No one would believe me when I said nothing can compare to your family’s bakery. Oh, I have a present for you.”

You became giddy with excitement as Jungkook brought out a brown paper bag and handed it to you. You pulled out prints of a beautiful girl standing in a forest. Wait...it looked familiar��

“Is this me?” you asked as your mouth hung open.

“Yeah, these are the pictures from when you took me on that picnic. Would you believe me if I said I barely had to touch anything up? They were already nearly perfect,” Jungkook said proudly.

“It’s because you’re a talented photographer,” you smiled.

“That, and because I had the perfect model. How could I not ask the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to model for me?” he said as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“So I wasn’t just practice?” you recalled asking him about it all those years ago.

“I was so nervous back then, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth,” he laughed, “I’m much more open now.”

You promptly switched the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ and sat Jungkook down. You brought out one of your fresh strawberry cakes, eager to hear his opinion. His face contorted with pleasure as he took the first bite. He complimented the flavors and textures, saying that everything tasted like perfect harmony. You laughed together as he shared stories of his time abroad. He intently listened while you opened up about the struggles of the bakery.

“Anyway, that’s enough complaining for now. I’m happy you’re back! How long are you staying for this time?” you tilted your head.

“Depends,” Jungkook answered as he gazed out the window. He looked back at you with a serious expression. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you close, bringing your face just inches away from his.

“Do you still want to explore the world?” he asked.

“Of course, that’ll never change. But...you know I can’t,” you answered somberly.

“After everything you just told me, you still think you have to stay here?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “My next gig is going to be in France. Come with me this time, _____.”

You stared at him with a stunned expression. You thought he had forgotten about you. Now here he is, asking you to run away with him again.

“Why did you lose touch? I thought you had moved on. I made peace with that. God, it hurt like hell, but I came to terms with it. And now we’re doing this again,” your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes.

“Honestly, it hurt me too much. I couldn’t bear talking to you every day or video chatting you, without knowing when I’d see you next. I never stopped thinking about you. I tried. I tried to forget...but no one could ever come close to you,” Jungkook cupped your cheek in his palm, “There’s a really good patissiere academy close to where I’ll be working. You could go there and sharpen your skills! Then maybe one day open up a bakery of your own...if you wanted.”

“But what about my parents--”

“Stop using us as an excuse to hold yourself back,” your mom scolded you as she entered the bakery.

“Did you like your surprise?” your dad winked.

“You knew?” you were bewildered.

“Jungkook contacted us a while back, asking if we thought his plan could ever be a possibility. I figured you were still head over heels for him since you never dated anyone else,” your mom shrugged.

“If you want to go, go. Don’t worry about us. We can sell the bakery, and finally retire,” your dad said.

“You have your parents’ blessing, ____. This decision is entirely up to you. What’s it gonna be? Will you come with me to France?” Jungkook asked again.

“I..,” you looked at your parents before your eyes wandered back to Jungkook, “Yes. I’d love to,” tears of joy rolled down your cheeks.

Jungkook got up and embraced you in a tight hug before he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much,” in your ear.

“Well, we better start packing,” Jungkook turned to your parents.

“Packing? Already?” your eyes widened.

“We leave by the end of the week!” Jungkook gleefully took your hand and dashed out of the store.

Jungkook dragged you through the town up to your house. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his long hair bounce around while you ran. You could’ve sworn that sometimes they looked like bunny ears.

He was definitely Jungkook, but he seemed like the upgraded version of the shy boy you once knew. He had a new confident aura around him, and he seemed more manly than boyish now. Everything was happening so quickly, but you were nothing but excited for the adventures to come.

As long as Jungkook was by your side, you were ready to take on the world.

#bts smut #jeon jungkook smut #bangtanarmynet #btscreatorscorner #btswritingcafe #ksmutclub #jeon jungkook fluff #bts fluff #jeon jungkook angst #bts angst #jungkook fic #kpop fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader

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BnHA Ch.340 - Review, parallels & comparisons

I take back everything I said in my leak reactions post except how much I love Sansa’s faces. This chapter was great! The real thing was so much better with full art and all the wordy bits together in context. Strategy-wise, I’m glad the heroes are FINALLY taking a page out of the villain playbook — we’ve seen our heroes get separated at USJ, the forest camp, Kamino, the UA crush in the provisional licensing arc, the Shie Hassaikai raid, the war arc, Deku’s solo stint….and never with a backup plan or Plan B. They CAN be taught!

At the outset, I was struck by the All Might/Aizawa foiling that forms the backbone of the chapter. They’re in the same building at the same time; a first since They Talked™️ in Ch.257. I love seeing these two disabled heroes, who were originally staunch loners, learning to rely on each other as a team. Of course, they still have very different styles. All Might is big and theatrical and energizing the crowd; Aizawa is quiet and straightforward and helps others conquer their fears 1 on 1. But seeing each man using their individualities to bring strength to a team? Yeah, we love to see it.

I also like seeing All Might express faith in Aoyama’s heroism, because it’s the answer to the question Present Mic was asking a few chapters back; namely, can you really trust this kid? As I wrote here:

Mic is asking the kids to think hard about whether Yuga — the kid who sold out the heroes to save his family — is the right person to help the heroes deceive AFO. AFO, who wont hesitate to kill Yuga’s parents. The generations-old guy who can sense emotions and a change of heart from afar. Who uses other senses to make up for his lack of sight (meaning he likely has a Matt Murdock-like ability to sense pulse rate changes when people lie). In other words, what’s to prevent Yuga from victimizing heroes like Aizawa AGAIN when AFO goes after Yuga’s parents, as he most certainly will?

The real answer is no, they can’t 100% trust him, but they can support him and influence him with friends and faith. Friends to protect Aoyama and his family, and then faith that Aoyama will pick himself up and be a hero. Both All Might and Aizawa decide to put their faith in Aoyama, just as Izuku and 1A did last chapter.

But I was impressed we heard All Might say, out loud, that this was a matter of willpower and CHOICE. He chooses to trust Aoyama and Aizawa, just as he chooses to keep living. All Might may not have a lot of options in this final battle, but he still affirmatively chooses to speak up and support Aoyama rather than roll over. It’s a nice parallel between All Might/Yoichi and Izuku/Aoyama. Yoichi, as the vestige leader, had to convince Second to support Izuku, just as All Might is convincing Tsukauchi to support Aoyama. Is it delusional to believe a traitor can save them all? “Can these boys really bring an end to all this?” Yes, they can.

Further, All Might recognizes what AFO has done to Aoyama. AFO forced the kid to betray the heroes (or what Tsukauchi crassly refers to as “decent society”) but Aoyama did it to SAVE his parents. Aoyama knows what he did was wrong, but he had to choose who to save. He didn’t want to hurt his friends or teachers and is wracked with guilt over it. All Might, more than anyone else, knows how AFO uses lives as tools and throws them away.

Toying with and breaking people is the very source of All Might’s rage against AFO, and the reason he says he can’t forgive AFO in Kamino. (Reminder: When All Might talks “defeat” or “putting down for good,” he doesn’t mean death, even for the “unforgivable” AFO.)

There is also the harsh parallel to All Might’s own life. Since middle school, All Might has been “the pillar” and “the symbol,” but as the star-headed dude said in Ch.325, “along the way people forgot about the heart and soul that made the man.” All Might was himself exploited as a resource by citizens and other heroes. He knows the feeling of a society resting on his shoulders. He knows Aoyama’s inner turmoil. And he knows he passed all of that on to Izuku, too.

Actually, this chapter has both Aizawa and All Might reflecting on how they — as heroes and hero course teachers — are helping society exploit their students. Let’s turn to Aizawa: He’s had a similar pep talk with Izuku before the Shie Hassaiki raid, but here he is refreshingly blunt about the role of his students in this battle. Aizawa is taking personal responsibility for these kids and the choice to put them on the front lines. I don’t think we’ve EVER seen that before. Not from Nana or Gran, not from Nezu, not from the HPSC. And while both sides use people as tools, the difference is (1) Aizawa is transparent about what he is doing with Aoyama and Shinso; and (2) he won’t abandon his students afterwards when their utility is gone.

Art-wise, look carefully at the panels of prior Tartarus conversations vs this Aoyama conversation. Horikoshi generally places his heroes on the RIGHT side of the page, except when making a particular point (go back to Ch.116 and see when AFO is flipped to the right side). But here, Aoyama is on the right side at the end. Kurogiri is shown head-on. Aizawa knows these 2 characters; he’s seen what’s in their hearts. He knows they can be heroes — and he knows they have friends to support them — so THEY sit in the hero’s chair. I still think that, overall, Aizawa is out for revenge for everything the LOV has done to him and his students, but he’s become more flexible in how he thinks about villainy and unfairness starting with people he personally knows well.

In the panel below, Aoyama’s middle is missing, removing both his restraints AND all associations with his purchased quirk. Aoyama can still be a hero without that quirk (and, in fact, his value to the heroes right now has more to do with AFO than a belly button laser). BUT AIZAWA IS BEING HEROIC WITHOUT HIS QUIRK TOO. In this panel, Aizawa is exposing all of his physical weaknesses to the reader. His right eye, right elbow, and right leg are mutilated. Yet you can barely see that in the image. With everything hospital- and quirk-related stripped away, and both characters in clothes that aren’t their own, all you see is the teacher engaging his pupil in a vital lesson. That’s how Aizawa can contribute for now.

Finally, why is 10km (~6.2 miles) the minimum separation distance for AFO and Shig? A few possible reasons:

It’s outside the radius of most radio waves so AFO and Shig can’t communicate easily;

it’s outside the radius of AFO’s gloopy warp (which definitely goes 5km in Kamino but unclear if it can go further than that);

vertically upwards 10km is the separation line of the atmosphere between weather/water vapor and calmer skies (but thinner air and less oxygen; eg, helicopters can’t fly 10km high);

vertically downwards it’s the edge of the earth’s crust (eg, the heat will kill you unless you regenerate like Shig in the Star chapters). For reference, Tartarus is only 0.5km below sea level, and AFO was able to coordinate w/Shig there.

We learned last chapter that the UA buildings can tunnel underground AND can fly (though Power Loader hints this may not be fully operational yet). Given that tidbit, I’m guessing this battle will go all out above and below ground. Also, AFO!Shig has wings and post-Tartarus AFO does NOT have Air Walk. While we’re on the subject, AFO!Shig lost Reflect, which would have been the hard counter to Aoyama’s navel laser, but AFO should still have his copy. Of course, who knows what quirks they’re swapping around with the LOV as they prepare for war!

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha 340 #mha 340 #bnha meta #mha meta #all might #mha all might #shota aizawa #aizawa shouta #yuga aoyama

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A Small Problem - Part 1

My version of @deyageka’s Childinnit au. 3145 words

Dream revived Tommy, but there were unforeseen consequences

"Dweam! I hungy," Tommy complained, he had appeared in the cell after getting revived, with almost no memory of his life. And he looked to be only five or six years old.

"Look kid, all I have are potatoes," Dream snapped. He didn't know which was worse, teen Tommy that actively disregarded him and never listened, or toddler Tommy who was just annoying and never stopped complaining.

"No, no poo-tato," he grabbed the potato Dream had handed him and chucked it in the lava. Tommy had been talking with the same mocking tone all week.

"You have got to be kidding me," Dream glared at Tommy, resisting the urge to kill him again, knowing it would be better if he was alive, even in this state.

"La, la, la, I'm singing, I'm like Wilby," Tommy said, knowing perfectly well he was getting on Dream's nerves.

"Oh thank god," Dream said when he heard footsteps echoing over the lava. "Sam! Get this child out of here!"

"Hi Sam!" Tommy yelled, his high pitched voice hardly recognizable by Sam. "You have a funny name! I am looking for Wilbur!"

"T-Tommy?" Sam said, the disbelief clear in his voice. "Tommy go the the corner in the water!"

"Why?" Tommy asked, clearly not getting the urgency of the situation.

"Just do it you child," Dream demanded, pushing Tommy towards the corner of the cell.

"Okee," Tommy made his way over and stood in the water. Within seconds he was on the other side with Sam. "Hallo! Hehe, Techno always says that. Ooh! I'm big and scawy like Techno!"

"I'm so confused, how are you alive, and why are you, younger," Sam said, not expecting a response.

"I dunno," Tommy shrugged and with a huge smirk began running away from Sam. "Weeeee, freedom!"

"Tommy!" Sam ran after him, eventually cornering him as Tommy came up to the other lava. Noticing the kid's fearful and entranced expression as he started at the lava.

"No, lava bad," he muttered, backing away from it, he didn't know why, he just didn't like it. "Where's Wilbur?"

"I don't know, why don't you come with me and we'll find him," Sam reached his hand out for Tommy to take. Eventually he did. Looking between the lava and Tommy, Sam didn't feel right making him go through all the protocol, not like this. So he lead Tommy through the guards' secret passageways until they got to the main entrance of the prison.

"What is this place," Tommy asked, "why is Dweam in there?"

"This is a place where bad people go, and Dream is a very bad man," Sam said, leading him to the lockers. "Go into the chest and give me the card in there."

"Are you going to put Techno in there," Tommy asked, opening the ender chest and pulling out what Sam had told him.

"Not unless I have to," Sam said, the thought had crossed his mind, but if he did attempt to Phil would defend Techno. The two were powerful, but had stayed isolated in the mountains and didn't currently pose a threat.

"Is this all mine," Tommy looked at the contents in the regular chest in wonder.

"Yes, but we can leave it here or I can hold onto it until we figure this out," Sam said, talking about getting Tommy back to his normal age.

"But it's mine," Tommy said, he pulled out the axe and tried swinging it around, but the weight was made for someone bigger and stronger than him so he ended up falling to the ground. "Uh, you have it. Too heavy."

"I'll give it back as soon as you get back to normal," Sam said, ruffling Tommy's hair as he put the Axe of Peace back. "But first let's get out of here."

"Okay," Tommy said and Sam took him to the secondary exit he made just in case. They landed down in the water the prison had been built on and Sam helped Tommy swim to the shore.

"Tunnel!" Tommy said, pointing at the tunnel leading to Snowchester. "Let's go there!"

"Alright, I'll take you to Snowchester." Sam crafted a boat and got in, with Tommy getting in behind him, humming to himself as they headed towards the snowy biome.

"Who lives here," Tommy asked, taking in every bit of detail and rubbing his hands together to warm up.

"Tubbo does, I think Foolish and Ranboo do as well," Sam said, he knew he would have to go back to the prison to double check all the safety protocol and move Tommy's items.

"Tubbo," Tommy perked up, "let's see Tubbo!"

"I don't think he's here right now," Sam said, he would have to go back to the Dream SMP to see if Puffy or anyone else could watch Tommy, but then he'd have to explain what happened. "Come on Tommy."

"I'm cold," he said, trudging through the snow behind Sam to Tubbo's cabin.

"I know, but you need to stay here while I go do some things," Sam said, grabbing a cloak from a chest and wrapping it around Tommy. "I don't think Tubbo will mind if you look around."

"Who's up there," Tommy asked, hearing noises from the attic. He went over to the ladder and climbed up and opened the trapdoor to see Micheal entertaining himself. "Hallo! I'm Tommy."

"Oh, that's Micheal," Sam said, climbing up behind him. "Be careful. I have to go. Don't go outside, okay?"

"Okee," Tommy said, looking intently at Micheal as he snorted to himself. Tommy then made some piglike noises, making the young zombie piglin perk up and squeal in excitement.

"Wait, you know piglin," Sam asked, pausing as he started back down.

"Techno teached me, he's a pig-in," Tommy said, then made more noises and the two children continued to talk to each other. "Go away now."

"Well have fun, stay safe Tommy," Sam said, climbing down and closing the doors behind him.

Michael started to point at the photos of him, Ranboo, and Tubbo. Tommy looked at them and searched his memory, as far as he could remember Phil didn't have any pictures like that. Michael oinked as he offered Tommy a handful of cake. His stomach rumbled as he looked at the treat.

"Here I can give you a potato," Tommy said, offering one of the raw potatoes he had left over from the prison. "I don't like them." Michael lit up and took the potatoes, happily eating them.

"Hi Michael," Tubbo came up to see them, they hadn't even heard him open the door. "I'm back buddy."

"Michael wishes you and Ranboo were home more, and he's cold," Tommy said, pulling Tubbo's attention to him. "Hallo!"

"I- hello, who are you," Tubbo asked, he didn't think any other children were on the server, let alone human children.

"It's me, Tommy, remember me Tubbo," Tommy grinned, cake frosting covering his mouth. Tubbo froze. There was no way, it was impossible, he was seeing things. He had to be. Slowly Tubbo climbed back down the ladder.

"How is he," Ranboo asked, carrying a armful of red berry branches, he had slowly been working on clearing out all the berry bushes so Michael could safely walk around outside.

"I-I uh, he's cold," Tubbo stammered, still not fully processing what he found out.

"I can make him a coat, we do have the extra fabric," Ranboo said, he climbed up the ladder to see Tommy and Michael.

"You need this more than I do," Tommy pulled off the cloak and wrapped it around Michael. "I'll ask them to put a fireplace up here."

"Well hello there, who are you," Ranboo said, closing the trapdoor behind him. He sat down in front of the boys.

"Tommy," he said gleefully, "I was stuck with a bad man called Dweam, Sam took me here. He's looking for Wilbur."

"I- okay, do you remember anything before that," Ranboo asked, wondering if he knew everything that Tommy did. "Do you remember me?"

"Uh, no, but you're Ranboo right?" Tommy asked, "and why is Dweam in prison? What bad things did he do?"

"Well he killed multiple people, he blew up something that used to be Tubbo's, he stole some things of yours and did alot of bad things to you," Ranboo said, not mentioning how Dream had used him as well.

"Well I don't remember," Tommy said, he looked at Michael who had been jumping in the corner and snorted to him. "He wants to go outside."

"You understand him," Ranboo asked, he had been trying to find a book on piglin but now that he knew Tommy could speak it that would be a big help.

"Yeah, Techno taught me," Tommy said, making Ranboo feel stupid. Of course, he should have asked Techno to teach him, but then again he had no idea when he would wake up, and he might end up having to tell Techno about Michael.

"What do you remember," Ranboo asked, trying to get a better idea of what happened to Tommy, even if he wouldn't remember.

"Uh, Philza and Wilbur are my family, Techno is a friend of Dadza's, he was the ruler of some place," Tommy stifled a yawn, "the Antarctic Empire."

"Do you want to stay here until Sam comes back," Ranboo asked, Tommy nodded, leaning his head against him.

"Mhm," Tommy mumbled, the events of the past week finally catching up with him. Now that he was outside and could see the sun his lack of sleep started to take hold.

"I'll see if we have an extra blanket," Ranboo said as Michael looked at Tommy curiously. He went down the ladder to see Tubbo muttering to himself.

"Ranboo, please tell me I was just seeing things up there," Tubbo said, pacing around. "Cause I thought I saw Tommy, young Tommy."

"Oh he's there alright," Ranboo said, "I didn't believe it at first, but of course I've never seen young Tommy. So he couldn't have been an illusion."

"But how is he alive," Tubbo said, sitting down on one of the chests.

"Maybe Sam will know, cause Tommy doesn't remember why he was in there," Ranboo said, he grabbed their extra blanket. "But he is cute like this."

"Don't let him know that," Tubbo let out a small chuckle. When Ranboo went back up Tommy had fallen asleep in Michael's bed, Michael was lying down by him.

"Tubbo, get up here, you need to see this," Ranboo whisper yelled.

"What is it," Tubbo came up and 'aww'ed when he saw the two boys sleeping next to each other. "I forgot how peaceful he is when asleep."

"He sleeps like a baby," Ranboo said, "we're not letting this go when he gets back to normal, right?"

"Definitely not," Tubbo laughed, imagining the amount of teasing they could do with this.

"Ranboo, Tubbo, are you guys here," Sam called from downstairs.

"Shh, Tommy just fell asleep," Ranboo jumped down with Tubbo following behind. "So why is he like this?"

"Dream said he brought Tommy back," Sam said, "and he isn't happy this happened."

"Back, like back from the dead," Tubbo clarified.

"Yes, I'm going to try to look through my books and see if there's anyway to fix this," Sam said, "I just wanted to make sure Tommy was okay, are you guys good to watch him? If not I'm sure I could find Puffy or someone else."

"Well once he wakes up I could take Tommy with me, he's talked alot about Phil and Techno," Ranboo offered.

"I don't know, Phil hasn't been the best parent to Tommy in the past," Sam said, "I'd much rather have him stay here, where I know he's safe."

"Well we can't keep this a secret forever, the entire server knows he died," Tubbo said.

"But if the Eggpire knows he's alive they'll go after him," Sam said, "Sam Nook warned me that they were trying to kill him."

"I think alot more than just them were after him," Ranboo said, "If I remember correctly Niki said Jack had tried to kill him." He left out the part of Niki trying to as well, but she had changed, and she was part of the Syndicate.

"So we keep this between us right now, once we get Tommy aged back up he can decide what he wants to do," Sam said.

"I'll look through Phil's library for a solution," Ranboo pulled out his book to write down a reminder.

"We still have to tell someone, there's going to be times when we're all busy," Tubbo said, "and Tommy's not going to be as willing as Michael to stay here all day."

"I think we can trust Puffy, and possibly Quackity, that way he can be around different people," Sam said, he would have to check how close Tommy and Quackity were. Foolish was an option as well, and could protect Tommy if it came to it, but with the Eggpire attacking Foolish he wasn't so sure.

Later that day Ranboo had met up with Philza to help him work on his cabin. Phil was in the basement, trading with Techno's villagers.

"So Phil, can I ask you about something?" Ranboo said, coming down to help him.

"Of course mate, what's up," Phil said.

"What's the 'Antarctic Empire'," Ranboo asked, what Tommy said earlier stuck with him. And he knew it was safer to ask Phil before Techno.

"Do not ever bring that up with Techno," Phil said, his tone dark and warning. "Where the fuck did you hear that?"

"I- uh, Ghostbur mentioned something about it so I got curious," Ranboo lied, remembering that Sam had wanted to keep Tommy on the down-low for the time being.

"Alright, just don't tell Techno that I told you," Phil said, "the Antarctic Empire is a land far from here, it's where Techno lived before coming here. It's not quite an empire anymore and is the reason he hates government. He saw the state of everyone who lived there and hated himself for it. So he ended his reign and went into hiding, watching as the Empire tore themselves apart."

"That's crazy," Ranboo said, "but it does explain alot."

The next day Sam had run into Quackity while trying to find Puffy or Ranboo. He needed someone to watch Tommy, but Tuboo said he had other things to do.

"Oh thank god, Quackity can you do something for me," Sam said, stopping him.

"Uh, what is it," Quackity asked as Sam threw a book to him.

"Read that and go into the second floor suite of Tommy's hotel," Sam said, "you are to tell no one, if you have any questions find Tubbo or Ranboo."

"What the fuck, I have things I need to do myself," Quackity called as Sam ran off to finish repairing the prison, but with the mining fatigue he didn't know how long it would take him. Quackity sighed as he looked at the book, it wasn't titled and he decided to just pocket it. He walked to the hotel and when he confirmed Jack wasn't there, went up where Sam told him.

"Hallo!" Tommy waved, making Quackity jump. "Are you Big Q?"

"No, no, no," Quackity shook his head, it had to be some cruel joke.

"No?" Tommy said, "are you sad?"

"No! What's your name?" Quackity said, there was no way this was Tommy. He wasn't a kid, he was dead.

"Tommy, I'm five," he said, then walking back to what he was doing. He took a yellow paper he had cut out and put together, and put it on his head. It was a crown. "I'm like Techno!"

"Okay, but why are you a child," Quackity pulled out the book and began to read it. It explained to him the situation as far as they knew, that he was to keep Tommy hidden, and the added death threat if anything happened to Tommy.

"What's wrong with being a child," Tommy asked, everyone had been talking as if him being like this was wrong. This statement make Quackity burst out laughing, the older Tommy would have never said that.

"I don't know, I mean you're probably less of a handful at this age," Quackity said, ruffling Tommy's hair. He had to make the most of this, and he had the perfect idea of how. "How would you like to help me annoy an old grumpy ghost?"

"Sure," Tommy grabbed the moth toy he had spent all of last night begging Sam and Tubbo to make. "Ready."

"What's your moth's name," Quackity asked as he and Tommy left the hotel. Tommy waved by to Sam Nook as they passed him.

"His name is Clementine," Tommy said, Quackity tried not to laugh again as his British accent fully came out when he said the name. "And you have to say it just like me."

"Okay kid," Quackity spotted Jack in the distance, he was coming in their direction. "Listen to me, we're going to play superheroes right now. My name is Big Q, and yours, what's a name you like?"

"Bird man!" Tommy said, Quackity shook his head, there was no way Jack would buy that. "No, um, Sleepy Boi! It's what Wilbur would call us."

"That works. Now I need you to tell everyone you see that's your name, cause we're under cover and we can't let anyone know our real names," Quackity said, he just had to hope Jack would fall for it.

"Okee Big Q," Tommy said as they passed Jack. He originally walked right by, but did a double take when he saw Tommy.

"Wait is that- no that's impossible," Jack stopped, he said it to no one in particular, but Quackity had heard him.

"Who? This kid," Quackity asked, playing it off. "Why don't you tell Jack your name."

"I'm Sleepy Boi!" Tommy said, putting his fist in the air. There was a moment of confusion on Jack's face, but he seemed to buy it.

"Well if this little guy wants to have a room in my hotel, I might be willing to give it at a discount," Jack said, "well I have work to do, see you around Big Q."

"But that's my hotel," Tommy said as Jack went out of earshot, "Sam told me."

"Well right now you're not old enough to own the hotel," Quackity said, "and because Jack is the only employee he automatically got ownership when you were in the prison."

"I'm going to fire him as soon as I take it back," Tommy said, his head held high.

"Alright, you do that," Quackity chuckled, there was a small chance he would actually do that once they found a way to fix him.

#childinnit #tommyinnit #awsamdad #ranboo #micheal

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nothing-more-than-hot-leaf-juice · 4 years

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thoughts on bi!zuko? it's one of my biggest hcs

IN THIS HOUSE, WE LOVE AND SUPPORT Bi!Zuko

headcanons:

I know that there’s comic stuff about Sozin being homophobic, but I am within my rights to ignore it. If people can move rocks with their mind and if dragons can exist, there can be normalized gay people damn it.

So it’s not really a big deal to question your sexuality or to be gay/bi, but within the Fire Nation upper class you don’t really talk about it. There’s a heteronormativity problem, but not aggressive homophobia.

When he’s younger, Zuko doesn’t really think about anyone like that. He’s got firebending training, sword training, and then he’s crowned prince all of a sudden, so he’s kind of got other stuff going on.

Mai has a crush on him when she’s 12 and he’s 13 and he starts to develop some puppy-crush feelings from her.

They do a cute pre-teen date where they play with knives outside the palace and climb on roofs (Maiko does parkour on their dates, I don’t make the rules)

Mai’s really the only person he’s had feelings for by this point (again, he’s 13 and he’s been pretty busy being a prince and all to think about that sort of thing)

Then the whole banishment thing happens and he really does not have time to start thinking about those things. Hunting the avatar is a full time gig. Angst baby Zuko does not have time to sit and wonder if he thinks boy are cute.

(aside from this one time when his ship docked at this port and there was a cute sales boy at the shop they got their supplies from who made 14 year old Zuko blush just a little too hard. He made the decision to put a pin in that for later)

Then Zuko’s on a ferry to Ba Sing Se and there’s this crime boy aggressively flirting with him. The avatar hunt is on hold. It’s later, so Zuko takes that mental pin out.

Zuko can have a little ferry make out sess with mouth wheat crime boy, as a treat (let this boy have some semi-normal teenage experiences damn it)

To Jet’s credit, he’s a good kisser. But Zuko notes that he tastes like grass.

And you know, that whole thing didn’t end well.

Not your usual experience to have the guy who was your bisexual awakening burst into your work and (rightly) accuse you and your uncle of being firebenders and then attack you with hook swords, but Zuko’s never had the best luck with anything.

Jet gets arrested and Zuko doesn’t see him again, but he can’t really ignore that whole ‘oh man I guess I am into guys’ thing anymore. And it’s not like he’s got other stuff to do in Ba Sing Se besides make tea and stave off Iroh’s shopaholic tendencies.

Immediately after the Jet incident, Zuko’s more on his guard about potential threats, but what do you know? That girl just thought you were cute you paranoid dumbass.

He goes on the date with Jin and it’s awkward as hell, but he does like it when she kisses him. Honestly, he’s not really sure what he’s supposed to feel. This newfound attraction to guys is still in the back of his brain and Zuko just never thought about it seriously before.

After the date he starts letting himself take more notice of guys and girls in the teashop now that he’s pretty sure people aren’t onto them about being firebenders.

And you know.... good looking customers are good looking customers. Guys and girls.

But you know, Zuko is the king of not knowing who the fuck he is, so it’s still confusing,

And then the avatar pops back up and Zuko’s got a different identity crisis to focus on. The boy has a morality coma to get to and questioning his sexuality is put on the back burner for a bit.

Post-morality coma, Zuko’s feeling way more comfortable. Not just in terms of letting himself be happy in Ba Sing Se serving tea with his uncle, but with his sexuality as well.

Zuko thinks about his experiences and maybe, just maybe, he could be a teenager who goes on normal teenager dates and has normal teenage relationships, maybe with guys or girls. He lets himself have that notion for a little while.

He considers telling Iroh, but not quite yet.

He doesn’t get the chance after everything happens in the catacombs.

Then it’s the case where he has a more general identity crisis to deal and just kind of pushes the realization that he’s bi to the back of his mind.

Zuko and Mai get together and Zuko remembers how much he liked her when they were younger. And with everything else stressing him out, she’s there to help him feel like less of a stranger in his own home.

(Mai’s also Zuko’s best friend, regardless of any romance)

At Ember Island he does have jealousy issues, but later when Mai asks him why he was so fixated on that guy at the party Zuko starts describing exactly why those guys were attractive and how he logically would have been at least a little jealous “I mean come on Mai did you see that one guy’s biceps? I’m only partially blind”

Mai listens to this and just goes “do you want to ... tell me something?”

Zuko has a “oh yeah I’m pretty sure I’m bi, forgot to mention it, had other stuff going on” moment

Mai, who was taught to be proper and that her options were to go into politics or marry some man above her station, is now considering that both? Both is an option? Maybe?

Cut to Zuko when he joins the gaang. His bisexuality is just kind of something he doesn’t think is a big deal and doesn’t mention it.

On the air balloon to the Boiling Rock, Zuko asks Sokka about Yue and they end up talking about relationships.

Zuko mentions that he had this brief thing with a guy in Ba Sing Se but it didn’t really end well

Sokka: “wait did you say guy? I thought you had a girlfriend?”

the SWT is generally pretty accepting, but Sokka spent most of his life living in a village without many boys his age and didn’t really consider that as a possibility.

(Sokka then considers how much he thought about the Boulder after watching the Earth Rumble VI match and thinks ‘yeah there’s probably something there’)

Sokka asks Zuko more about bisexuality. Most of Zuko’s answers are along the lines of “Sokka go to sleep I don’t know who the Boulder is and I don’t care about his badger-mole tattoo”

Suki, Zuko, and Sokka form the unofficial ‘cool and bi club’

Zuko doesn’t officially come out to Iroh, but Iroh catches him looking at Sokka one day a while after he and Mai broke up (deciding they were better as friends) and makes a comment about how Zuko needs to take time for himself.

“Lord Zuko, you should not spend your teenage years with nothing but work. Go out, find a nice young lady to take out.” “Uncle...” “..or young man”

And yeah, a few years after the war ends and a while after he and Mai end their relationship, Zuko’s not really in the position to deny that he thinks that Sokka is inhumanely attractive and funny and kind

But yeah

bi!Zuko ftw

#also love gay!zuko #either headcanon is great!#zuko #atla #sokka #jet #mai #zukka #maiko #jetko #avatar the last airbender #hot leaf content

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The Playgirl (ft. LOONA's Yves) [Part 2] [Female Reader]

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Hello! I'm back with part 2!

Futa!Yves x Fem Reader, just in case ya forgot.

If you prefer, this is also on AO3 and AFF!

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Yves shows up on time for tutoring, to your surprise.

"Hey baby."

"Don't 'baby' me."

"Sure. Let's start."

"Alright. Open up the textbook. We're starting from the basics. I've printed out some of the prerequisites for this topic, since what you did last time wasn't up to standard due to lack of practice of the basics. Now…"

Yves listens attentively. In fact, things go a bit too smoothly for the both of you. Yves doesn't make any cheeky quip, pull out any pet names, or flirt with anyone that passes by. The womanizing playgirl you knew disappears, and in its place is a focused, dedicated young woman. Sometimes, you even find yourself staring at her work on the problems in front of her. The change is… welcome, to say the least.

Your eyes roam Yves's styled hair, swiped back to expose her forehead, down to her beautiful large eyes, button nose, and full lips.

God, you're gay. Sure, you're literally admiring the beauty of the most insufferable bane of the universe, but you're just so fucking gay and hot people are hot, no matter how irritating they are, so...

When your eyes shift back up, you're met with Yves's smirk.

"See something you like, babe?"

Fuck.

"N-no."

"Liar."

"Fuck off." You rush to change the subject. "How're you doing?"

"I've been done for a while. You would know if you weren't spending the time looking at me."

You refuse to dignify her with a response, checking through the solved problems. With your coaching, Yves manages to get two more questions correct as compared to last time, but she still makes some simple mistakes.

"Okay, here's the issue. In question two…"

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Yves continues to show up for every tutoring session. Somehow, a week passes by, and it is now Friday.

"Good afternoon, babygirl."

"Don't 'babygirl' me. How many times do I have to say it?"

"Mm, whatever. How're you doing?"

"Why do you care?"

Yves pulls out the chair next to you, leaning back on it, resting her legs on the table. She turns to you, grinning.

"Of course I'd care! You're my tutor, and if you don't feel good, you won't be able to teach me properly. If I don't get taught, I won't learn, then I'll fail, and I don't get to win. You know that I always win."

"I'm not sleeping with you."

"That's what you say, but not what you mean."

"Fuck you."

"That's what you'll be doing in five months' time."

"No I won't. Bring out the Calc textbook. We're going through Chapter 4 today."

"Alright, babygirl."

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The change in Yves becomes apparent when she somehow is present earlier than you on Monday morning.

"Yves?"

"Oh, hey babe."

You sigh at the pet name, but having heard her call you that for quite some time now, it doesn't grind your gears as much anymore.

"Don't 'babe' me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Yves returns her attention to the papers she is working on, and the familiar math problems catch your eye.

"Calc?"

"Yeah. I promised I'll be the best student. Here I am."

"We'll see about that."

"You're looking at it right now." Yves rises from her chair, and in a flash, she has her arm around your waist, her face inches from yours. "I'm going to win, babygirl."

"G-Get off me!" Your face reddens instantly at the close proximity of your lips to hers. Memories of the chaste kiss Yves planted take front and center stage, and you can't help but look away from Yves.

"You're so pretty."

Yves has her gaze locked on your lips, then to your eyes. She is so close, too close, even. Heat flashes all over your body—every touch Yves leaves on you seems to burn.

"I mean it. You're gorgeous."

"T-Thank you."

The smug smirk never leaves Yves's face. She releases you from her smoldering gaze and grip, but she leaves you with a rapidly beating heart and a large distraction for the day to come.

When class begins, Yves tries to take the time to listen to the professor. However, she is soon back to her old ways, flicking paper balls at classmates and being on her phone more than she listens.

"Yves."

"Yeah, baby?" She meets your gaze, her tongue darting out to moisten her dry lips. Her hands carry on working on moulding another tiny paper ball.

"You're not listening."

"I am!"

"What was the last thing the prof said?"

"Um…"

You roll your eyes.

"Best student, my ass."

"I made that promise to you, not to him."

"You won't learn if you don't listen to him either. How're you going to be the best if you can't even do that?"

"Oh, so that's how it is?"

"That's right." You think hard about the words you want to say next, but maybe… maybe it is worth the risk. After all, Yves is still the bane of your existence, but she could be less of that if she keeps up her effort in trying to learn.

"You don't get to fuck me if you're not the best."

You watch as Yves freezes. She stares at you, her jaw hanging, before she steels her gaze to your eyes, staring deep into your soul.

"So this is how you wanna play, babygirl?"

"Yeah." You can feel your bravado slowly disappearing.

"Fine. I'll listen. I'll play by your rules."

Yves leans to your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. Her deep whisper makes you shudder.

"You will be mine at the end of the year, baby. I promise you: I'll ace my exams, and you'll love me for it."

Perhaps provoking your seatmate wasn't the best idea. Now you have to deal with the deep flush on your face and neck, as well as the heat between your legs.

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A month passes.

Every week, the same things go by—tutoring, classes, more tutoring, more classes. However, what changes is how close you and Yves get with each other. By no means were the both of you friends, but she isn't as much of a thorn in your side anymore.

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Baby

I need a bit more help with the math from the last chapter.

Can I see you this weekend?

Saturday, 10am, Seoul U entrance?

[You sent a message:]

Sure.

I'll see you.

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Good.

Dress nicely, baby. It's a date.

[You sent a message:]

Fuck off.

You groan when Yves manages to charm you through text. Outfit ideas are already flowing through your head, and you sink your face into the comfort of your palms. Why do you even care about looking pretty for Yves?⁶

Well… that genuine grin she flashed after a muffled gasp of surprise when you wore a dress once in the past month was gorgeous on her. That was why.

You remember Yves actually having the slightest hint of a blush when looking at you, and she seemed to be a little less flirty that day, opting to take short glances at you when she thought you weren't watching. This newfound attention was… welcome. You couldn't deny feeling shy having Yves check you out. After all, you were just the nerd girl in class, and having this attention from a hot girl you could consider a crush not as much of a pain in your ass felt so good.

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Saturday arrives, and here you are, waiting outside Seoul University.

You choose to keep things simple: just a simple button-down dress with daisies printed on the fabric. Your hair is tied up in a cute bun. The pink backpack you carry completes the look, with a nice pair of flats.

The sun isn't too bright, and a cool breeze keeps you comfortable while waiting. You can't help but get nervous, though you know it is irrational to feel so. After all, this is just another study session. However, Yves's text to you earlier in the week keeps flashing across your eyes.

'Dress nicely, baby. It's a date.'

You know this is just a study session. However, a part of you dimly wishes that it isn't, before you hurriedly bash those thoughts with a hammer and then set them on fire.

The revving of a motorbike catches your attention before it zooms down the road. You can see the bike move across the lanes, then slowing to a stop in front of you. The rider, clad in all black leather, complete with jacket and boots, seems to freeze in front of you, before slowly drawing the helmet off their head.

"Hey, babygirl."

Yves grins at you, her eyes sweeping over your body. Her gaze lands on your legs, moving up to your torso, your chest, and then to your eyes and hair.

The next words she mutters are meant to be kept to herself, but you hear her anyway.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous."

Your heart takes off, pounding against your chest. You try to hide the flush on your face by staring at the ground, but you field a gaze to Yves, who looks a bit like a deer caught in headlights. She looks so handsome, so cool, and downright fucking hot at the same time.

Hmm… What would it feel like being pinned under her again?

The intrusive thought you have gets stamped out instantly, but the effect lingers—you can't help but check Yves out, feeling a rush of heat deep within your loins.

Her agreement with you was starting to look more and more appealing. Maybe you do have to teach her well.

"Get on."

"What?"

"Let's go. I gotta park the bike, and the cafe isn't close by. Get on."

Yves hands you a spare black helmet, and you hesitantly take it.

"Don't kill me."

"I won't." She grins. "I like you too much to think about doing that."

Your breath catches in your throat. It's not uncharacteristic of her to say things like that so easily, but maybe… just maybe… you want her to mean it.

You get onto the bike as Yves holds it steady. You don't know where to put your hands, but Yves grabs your arms, pulling them to wrap around her waist.

"Hold on tight, babygirl."

"Okay." You can't believe what's happening right now.

"I'm gonna go."

The engine revs.

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Yves trails behind you as both of you make your way to the cafe. Yves is quiet along the way, unlike her usual flirting if she caught you staring at her. When you glance back to her, you see her eyes dart away from you, staring at the floor as she swipes her hair back.

Weird.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Never been better, baby." Her reply is unconvincing, especially with a forced grin, but you don't want to really push her for a reply.

"Er… Okay. Sure."

Both of you make your way into the cafe, stopping by the counter to grab the menu. When you sit down at a table, Yves sits across you, her eyes locked onto you as you peruse your options.

"You're staring a lot today, Yves."

"Oh, um, er…" She looks away, her voice soft. This is very unlike her.

"Are you really okay?"

"Yeah, baby. I'm feelin' great, ready to learn, and get good." She leans back, resting her hands on the armrests of her chair.

Oh.

She has a crop top on.

Oh my fucking God, she has abs.

You short circuit.

Two columns of defined muscle greet your eyes, as if to mock you. It wasn't like she was someone you didn't find hot. Now, you have to find out that she also has abs?!

Your mouth dries instantly, and you grab your bottle, taking a swig. The cool liquid quenches your physical thirst, but your mental thirst…

"Don't look too much, babygirl. You might get hypnotized."

Yves tilts your chin up with a finger, moving to lean close to your face.

"My eyes are up here."

Holy fucking shit, she's so fucking hot.

You wonder how you didn't notice them when she had that fishnet and crop top combo. Maybe her pants covered them, maybe you were blinded in your dislike for her. Whatever, you've seen them now. No reason to stop… respectfully staring, especially when you can.

"Look at me."

You meet Yves's smoldering gaze.

"Keep your eyes up here, babygirl." Her warm breath against your lips makes you yearn to lean in and close the gap. "I don't want them anywhere else when they're so beautiful."

You whimper involuntarily, and Yves chuckles.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that?"

The shame that burns when you squeak and break your gaze to hide in the pretense of reading the menu is something you don't want to admit that you feel coursing through your veins, but it's there. When you lower the menu, Yves has her chin in her palm, her head tilted to the left, a satisfied grin on her features.

"I mean it, baby. You look really pretty today."

"T-Thank you."

"You're welcome. Let's order, I'm starving."

"Okay."

"Oh." Yves leans towards you, lowering the menu to stare into your eyes once more. "You'll get to see what you want to see when I ace the exams. Be patient, babe."

You groan.

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That night, you toss and turn on the bed incessantly. Every time you close your eyes, you can feel hot breath across your lips, smell the scent emanating off Yves, and sense her burning gaze on you. Yves's handsome features are burnt deep into your head, and just the thought of her sends your heart pounding and temperature rising.

You think of her abs under her clothes, the defined muscle jumping out to your eyes. She already looks so good, so delicious, and yet, things only go up from here.

The rush of heat between your legs doesn't help things.

You turn again, ignoring your basest desires. Bedtime it is.

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