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thebearer · 9 months

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if you lie down, lie next to me |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: you and carmen are newly weds, moving into your forever home.

inspired by @carmybears fic assembly required which has been SO heavy on my mind lately mixed with lana del rey's "if you lie down, lie next to me" <3

contains: fluff. just fluff newly weds, alludes at smut, some language, but tooth rotting sweetness and fluff.

“Carmen, I’m not even kidding. Where the fuck did all of this stuff come from?” You groan, collapsing another cardboard box with a huff, shoving it into the pile with the others by the door. “Our apartment was, like, one-fifth the size of this one. The living room was like our whole apartment. How do we have this much shit?”

Carmen snorted lightly, grinning and unpacking the various pots and pans. New pots and pans- wedding gifts.Your wedding came with an influx of appliances and cookware, gadgets for the kitchen that Carmen bubbled with excitement about. And a margarita maker- for you, of course- courtesy of Natalie Berzatto herself. The old apartment, you barely had space for the dishes and pots you had, let alone new ones.

So Carmen kept them tucked away, until he got the new place for you. He didn’t have a clue at the time he’d be buying you the Brownstone you were in now, nestled in the heart of Old Town. A good neighborhood, close-ish to the restaurant, zoned in a good school district- a forever home, for the two of you.

“I mean, most of it was wedding gifts.” Carmen shrugged. “The rest are your shoes.” He teased, a playful glint in his eye when he looked over at you.

You rolled your eyes. “Ha-ha,” You said sarcastically, bumping him with your shoulder. “Seriously, though, I’m never doing this again. We’re here for life, Berzatto.”

“That’s the plan, Berzatto.” Carmen nudged you back lightly, leaning to press a sweet kiss to your blushing cheeks, a loving squeeze to your ass when he passed you that left you squealing.

“The good news is,” Carmen paused, sliding the pot onto the hanging rack over the island, stepping back to admire it. “The kitchen is unpacked.”

“The most important room.” You hummed playfully. Carmen nodded in agreement, arms slipping around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“Think we should celebrate?” Carmen grinned. “Christen it?”

“We already christened it.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Twice- no, three times, already.”

“Yeah but now it’s done.” Carmen countered. “No more boxes in the way.”

“I think you can only christen something once.” You give him a pointed look, ignoring the way his crotch is rubbing against your hip. You were still sore from the celebratory round of “putting the coffee table together” from earlier.

“And I’m starving. Should we order in again?” You hum, looking at the fridge. Nothing but a bottle of champagne and leftover takeout Chinese food. Your stomach turned at the thought.

Carmen caught your grimace, a hand running soothingly down your back. “If you want. I can run to the store, too. Grab some things for dinner. Break in the kitchen now that it’s done.”

“I think I like that idea better.” You nod, leaning against his chest, feeling his chain through his t-shirt- the same chain you had tucked between your teeth earlier. Your knees wobbled at the thought. “What are you making?”

“What’re you in the mood for?” Carmen tilted his head back to look at you. “Can make you whatever, baby, just lemme know.”

“I am down for anything that doesn’t come out of a box.” You giggle, nose snarling at the Chinese food. “Surprise me, Chef.” You grinned smugly, content at how Carmen’s cheeks flushed with heat.

“You wanna come with me?” Carmen asked, reaching over to swipe his keys off the kitchen counter.

You rolled your lips in thought. “I need to shower.” You blink at him sweetly. “I feel all sweaty and gross.”

“Alright. Need anythin’ else, baby?” Carmen is looking for his phone, patting his pockets and turning in a semi-circle to look around him.

You roll your eyes, plucking the phone off the coffee table in the living room, passing it to him. He was always losing his phone. You’d begged him to get an Apple watch but he swore it got in the way of his cooking, so you took to texting Nat or Richie- who always had their phones- when you needed him.

“Something to drink? Unless you want champagne because I’m pretty sure that’s all that’s in there.” You giggle, looking at the fridge.

Carmen smiled, pulling his hat over his tousled locks. “I got it.” He muttered, leaning to press a sweet, soft kiss to your lips, hands splaying over your hips, pulling you closer and closer into him.

He always managed to make you swoon like that, cheeks rushing with heat, dizzy and light with love. You hoped you’d always feel like this. Even when you were old and wrinkly and wobbly, you hoped Carmen would still kiss you like that- in this very spot, in this very house.

“Oh, Cass Elliot?” You grinned, spinning with the vinyl in your hands, brows raised playfully at Carmen. “He has taste.”

Carmen snorted lightly in laughter, dishrag slung over his shoulder, spooning the sauce over the chicken in the pan. The kitchen was warm, smelling heavily of spices and a dash of citrus. You’d set up the vinyl in the corner by the nook, an old school record player passed down from Carmen’s grandmother. His Nonna Berzatto, who he adored. He had told you about how he’d always go over and help her make Sunday sauce. She had that same vinyl in her kitchen, next to a picture of her parents, and a prayer candle of Mary. It was all he managed to get, keep after she passed and his parents sold everything else that they could. He’d even snagged a few records, though the one you held looked new.

“Yeah. Thought you liked her stuff?” Carmen muttered, eyes cutting to yours gently.

“I do.” You grinned, slipping the record out of the protective paper. “How’d you know that?” You lifted the arm of the record player, slipping out the old disk and sliding in the new one, careful of the bouquet you’d just placed by it. Carmen had snagged one at the grocery earlier, surprising you with the beautiful bloom when you’d gotten out of the shower.

“Because, you told me.” Carmen said simply, checking the asparagus inside the stove. Your heart fluttered. “When we were comin’ back from that trip… The, uh, the one we took to Detroit, remember? You played it on the way back.”

Your chest soared, filling with that warmth that made your body tingle from head to toe. “You remembered that? That was… two years ago?”

“Of course I remembered that.” Carmen scoffed lightly, shaking his head at you like he couldn’t believe you’d say something so ridiculous. “You said that, uh, that one song was like the love song to you. So I-I started listening to it because… ya know, it reminded me of you and stuff.” Carmen muttered, cheeks heating at the omission.

You beamed, lifting the long arm of the record player, letting it softly come to life with a scratch of static before the slow melody filled the room. “You’re sweet.” You hum, arms wrapping around his torso, swaying gently to the familiar medley. “Never would’ve guessed you woulda been this sweet.”

“Yeah? I’m given’ off asshole vibes?” Carmen laughed, hips turning slightly to face you.

“Not at all.” You shook your head. “Gave off recluse vibes.”

“Recluse?” Carmen turned to you.

“Yeah, like… quiet, shy boy vibes.” You giggle. “You barely spoke to me when I started… and you hired me!”

“I thought you were pretty.” Carmen shrugged boyishly. “And I thought if I talked to you, I’d throw up or embarrass myself. Also thought there was no way you’d be single. Too pretty and funny and… I dunno, thought you’d never go out with me.”

“Little did you know.” You grinned wickedly. “I had been stalking you in secret.” Carmen laughed at you. “I thought you were pretty, too.”

Carmen blushed at your omission, lips twitching in a smile. You swayed lightly, cheek pressed to his chest, letting the soft melody lull you. You remembered the car ride back from Detroit. Carmen was going to some chef expo there, trying to network and get Sydney the star she deserved. You’d agreed to go along. Things were far enough along it was stable, but still new and exciting. Your first real trip as a couple. You’d stayed in a hotel, gone to Carmen’s colleague’s fancy restaurant, went sightseeing and shopping hand-in-hand. You couldn’t help feeling so romantic, shuffling songs from the playlist you listened to when you were getting ready for a date. Old school tracks, filled with symphonies and ballads of love.

“I think this is almost done. D’you want to grab the glasses and I’ll-”

“-Let it sit for a minute.” You sigh contently, turning down the heat on the stove top.

“What’re you doin’?” Carmen huffs in laughter, turning while you pull at him, your hand lacing through his own, tugging him to the open space on the other side of the kitchen island.

You just smile at him, pulling him close to you. Your hand in his, the other wrapped around and settled on his spine. His free hand followed, sliding down your back. You leaned towards him, chin tilted towards his face, his curls tickling your forehead. You swayed slowly, nothing elaborate or coordinated, just a soft shuffle type sway, Carmen pulled close to you.

“‘M not good at this.” Carmen’s breath hitched, hand squeezing yours, his thumb gliding over your wedding rings.

“Yeah, you are.” You hum, nose brushing his. “Best dancer I’ve ever seen.” You mutter, your lips slotting over his sweetly. Carmen’s hand left yours, cupping your jaw and pulling you closer, his lips soft against your own. Your head found his shoulder, dipping into his collarbone, arms wrapped around his torso while he rocked you gently. The sound of Cass Elliot’s voice humming out of the record player Baby, I’m Yours fading into Words of Love. The fan from the stove still buzzing with life, wafting out the steam from the pans, rhythmically merging with the sounds from the street. A relatively quiet neighborhood, filled with quiet cars and the occasional children’s screech from their strollers that pushed by. It was all so calming, the sound of your new home. Sounds you hoped would become familiar overtime and still shared with Carmen.

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stxneflxwers · 3 months

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hardest of hearts.

⋯⁂ summary. zhongli is at last free from his duties as archon, but it doesn't keep him from thinking of little doubts about if he had should committed to all of this...

⋯⁂ a/n. may be some errors regarding this part of liyue's archon quest but whatever, we're gonna have to live with it. 👍 this idea also went all over the place but pls try to enjoy it 🙏

⋯⁂ characters. zhongli. gn adeptus reader.

⋯⁂ cw. partially OOC zhongli. reverse hurt/comfort. takes place during the liyue archon quest. FIRST KISS WOO YEAH ⋯⁂ wc. 700+

coming over to your home in the harbor the night of his faked death, zhongli feels a smallest bits of adrenaline coursing through his veins. such a strange feeling. a feeling he's never really gotten used to, even after so many years later. he's more often cold and calculated than warm and pliant when it comes to his own emotions.

he doesn't notice his breaths are rather labored until you open the door and point it out with worry on your features and in your voice. but you don't give him time to react to his own "mistake." instead, you tug him into your house and swiftly shut the door behind him...

"you look a little fatigued. what's wrong?" you ask, guiding him to the kitchen before sitting him down at the table.

so forceful, he thinks, but he doesn't mind one bit - even when you grab him by the shoulders and push him down to sit.

"oh, that's right, today's that day..." you whisper to yourself, "sorry, i didn't mean to forget, m'lord—" "zhongli." he corrects softly, his laden eyes looking up at you with a strange sleepiness to them.

"heh, seems i'm full of mistakes today, hm?" you snort at your second mistake, "anyway, zhongli... you look very tired. would you like some tea?"

"yes, please. i've hardly had the chance to indulge in some today." he cracks a smile.

"any flavor you want?"

"...surprise me."

"hehe, will do!" you nod and stride over to the kitchen counters and stove nearby, beginning to prepare the "surprise" tea.

he watches you, but he refuses to admit to even himself that he's mostly dissociating from reality right now. his hand props up his head, his gilded eyes glued to you, but not registering any of your moving or humming.

you catch glances at him, but never say anything - waiting for him to open up on his own terms. with the fifth glance at him - when you turn back toward him after facing the oven - you finally notice his thousand-yard stare. you smile wearily.

striding up to him, you - with some initial hesitance - run a hand along his back, rubbing softly. this helps him a little bit, barely managing to snap him out of his daze.

"ah..." he flusters a little, blinking on repeat for a few moments, "my apologies. did you need something?" he glances up at you, his voice eerily quieter than usual.

"no. but it sure seems like you need something." you raise a brow as your head tilts. your hand stays flat against his back, halting its rubbing except for your thumb - which draws circles against him.

"hardly..." he clears his throat with his obvious lie.

"riiiight." you shake your head, "let me guess..." you hum in thought, "you're not sure if this was a wise choice to go through with. am i right?"

"...you are as perceptive as ever, i see." he mumbles, glancing away. "but, yes, i suppose that's the case."

"if it's any consolation, i believe you're doing your best. only time will tell if this is what's best for you." you advise, voice soft and sweet as powdered sugar.

"my best isn't—"

"it is enough. it's time you start believing that, i think. you've done your best for thousands of years. quit doubting yourself." you scold.

"i... alright, i will...do my best, then." he nods.

"thank you. i like it when you listen to me for once."

he scoffs lightly, "is that so?"

"correct." you grin and nod before patting his back firmly. you then straighten your back and begin to move to check the teapot. he grabs your hand. "yes?" you stare at him from over your shoulder.

you hardly have any time to react before he kisses the top of your hand, "you are the sweetest treasure. and, darling, i've loved you since the start." he rises to his full height, locking eyes with you.

"m-me—?"

"correct." he smiles, "there are many words i could say that would define your person; such as perceptive, empathetic, understanding, charming—"

"...actions speak louder than words, zhongli." you smile wearily.

"of course. so, allow me to demonstrate..."

his hands slide up from your arms to your face, cradling your jaw and cheeks in each hand. he tilts your head a little bit to the side before pressing his lips against your own. while you mentally trip over your own feet, you don't resist his affections - in fact, you return them in full.

"...i love you, too, silly zhongli." you murmur against his lips, causing him to break out into a smile.

"and i love you more. thank you, my darling beloved."

#genshin x reader #🌠— my works #zhongli x reader #💕— zhongli #genshin impact x reader #🌠— hurt/comfort

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wreckedandpolemic · 22 days

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white gold pregnancy scare blurb? 😍

your first pregnancy scare (i say first because let’s be real the two of you fuck raw and like rabbits) happens when you’ve been together about a year, not living together per se, but something close to it. you’re up to your neck in final deadlines for uni, and the last thing you need is your parents breathing down your neck for an entire month.

when your period is late, you aren’t that worried about it at first; you’re stressed, not sleeping super well, it happens. but then it gets to two weeks, and you start to panic, and random, freak sickness throws your world completely off-kilter. matty wakes to find you crying on the bathroom floor, in a total, uncontrolled downward spiral.

“oh, darling,” he murmurs, approaching you cautiously. “what is it? what’s wrong?”

you choke on a sob. “i think i might be pregnant,” you say quietly, deliberately staring at the floor and avoiding matty’s eyes as he wraps an arm around your trembling shoulders.

“okay,” he says after a beat. “are you sure?”

you shake your head. “no. i can’t— i don’t— i can’t be a mum. not right now, anyway. but i— i know you want kids, and it’s,” you pause, biting your lip even as you press into the soothing heat of his body. “i don’t want you to think i’m scared because of you.”

he kisses the side of your head. “we’re in this together, love. you and me, yeah? whatever you want to do, i’m right there with you, okay?” you nod tearfully, overwhelmed in gratitude for his calm, soothing presence. he coaxes you back into the bedroom, lays you down on the bed and holds you, soothes you softly. the pair of you lie in quiet, resting against his chest and clinging to his arms until your cheeks have dried and your breathing evens out. “you gonna be alright if i run out and get you a test, darling?”

you try not to spiral while he’s gone. it’s not like you’ve never thought about having kids with him; most days the thought of him cradling a sweet, squishy little baby is enough to have you in floods of tears. but in those visions you aren’t twenty-two with a dissertation due in two weeks, and it all feels too fucking real.

matty’s back shockingly fast, though. he must’ve driven at least the speed limit to have been there and back in this time. especially because he’s carrying more than just a pregnancy test, arms laden with flowers and chocolates, bubble bath and face masks. he smiles, the simple action infinitely reassuring. “called off work on the way there. whatever it says, i wanna be here for my girl.” you just melt. god, you’re so fucking lucky. “wasn’t sure which one to get, so i just got ‘em all,” he says sheepishly, producing a comically large stack of pregnancy tests, the sight shocking a giggle out of you. he looks relieved, the first time you’ve laughed all morning.

you end up taking three, leaving them face down on the counter while you wait, unable to bear the tension. matty holds your hand the whole time, kisses you, murmurs reassurances against your skin. when your timer goes off, you bury your face in his shoulder. “you look. i can’t do it,” you mumble.

you watch his face as he turns over each test one by one. he’s smiling, but that doesn’t tell you anything, because he’s infuriatingly calm in situations like this. “you’re not pregnant, darling,” he says, and you crumple in relief.

“thank fucking god,” you gasp, unable to stop yourself, and he chuckles.

“alright, angel. you can stop stressin’ so much, now. i’m gonna take care of you.”

matty runs you a bath, the water silky and scented like roses, massaging the tension out of your shoulders. “you know, i do wanna have kids. with you. one day,” you add hastily.

he smiles into the skin of your neck. “gonna be the best mum, darling. when you’re ready.”

“how about we just practice making them for now?” you tease, tipping your head back so you can look in his eyes, wide with adoration.

“i like the sound of that.”

#sweet <3 #sorry if this is inaccurate i do not partake in the kind of sex that gets you pregnant #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fanfic #request #blurb #white and gold

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taurussbabe · 1 year

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pregnancy scare with charles leclerc? angst then fluff plz 🫶

A Forever connection

A/n: my first fic, hope you like it 💗🫶

Please don't be a ghost reader 🏎

"Are you ok, mon amour?" Charles asked as he softly rubbed your back while you were throwing up. It was early morning and you had been like this for 2 days now, constantly throwing up and feeling tired

"Yeah, yeah, I am" you muttered a soft 'thanks' as charles handed you a towel

"Are you sure, we should check this out you've been sick for a while"

"I'm fine, it's probably just a stomach bug" you brushed your teeth while sometimes glancing at charles, only to see he was already looking at you. "Really, thanks for your concern, but I'm fine" you leaned down and kissed his cheek softly.

"Y/n!" Charles called out from the living room while you were in the kitchen. "I've been thinking-"

"Ah, that's new" you joke but he doesn't doesn't laugh or show any expression, which causes you to stop what you're doing to get near him. "What's up?"

"Y/n, do you think it's possible that you might be pregnant?"

"What?, no, of course-" you start to answer but freeze because when you do think about it, your period is late a few days, but you had thought it was just work stress. While you were doing all your thinking, charles was just staring back at you, waiting for you to finish processing your thoughts and you didn't realise he was calling you until he reached for you and pulled your hips slightly to him

"Chérie"

"No, Charles, it can't be, i'm not...you're not, damn it Charles we are not even togheter, we're just friends" it wasn't a lie, you had agreed from the beggining that you were just 'fuck buddies', you liked spending time toghter but both of your lifes were pretty busy, you were sort of a stress relieve to each other and now this

"Hey, hey, look, whatever happens, i'm here" he pulled you into a hug and you didn't realised you were crying until you saw charles shirt get wet

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-"

"Hey, no, i get it, it's scary, but i'm here, everything is gonna be alright" he softly brushes a lock of hair behind your ear

"Charles, i'm- i'm scared"

"I know, me too, there's only one way to find out, ok? You have to take a test"

"yeah, i know, can you...hm, can you pick one up, please?"

"yeah, of course, i'll be right back, okay?" he pulled you in for a kiss before grabbing his coat and keys and leaving

The time you were alone was excruciating, you kept thinking about the what if's, of course you wanted kids one day, but first you had to find your person. If only you hadn't gotten drunk months ago and slept with charles, none of this would have happened, it was supposed to be a one night thing, you respected your friendship too much to ruin it, but he's charles, in his funny charming way he stole your heart and you stole his, not that you were aware of it. You hadn't realized yet but when you thought about the future, you had charles in it, and not as a friend, you kept pushing those thoughts away because he was just your friend, your best friend even and you were sure he didn't felt the same

What you didn't know was that charles was thinking the exact same thing you were, all the way from the pharmacy to his apartment, where you were staying. It killed him every time you called him friend, because he knew he wanted to be more than a friend to you.

"Hey, I'm home" Charles called and you got up from the couch, tears threatening to fall, but you refuse to let them.

"Okay, let's do this, I'll be right back" you said grabbing the bag from his hands.

After a few minutes you showed up at the living room, finding a thinking charles sitting on the couch. "So?"

"I haven't looked yet"

"Well, let's do it together then" grabbing your hands softly he sitted you on his lap, arm wrapped protective around your waist. "Whatever happens, I'm here, not gonna leave you"

You nodded softly as you opened your hand revealing a test with one line

"What does that mean?"

"It's negative" you said and he hugged you

"Hey, it's good right?" He asks brushing you hair softly and kissing your temple

"Yeah, yeah, I don't know why I'm crying, I didn't want a kid right now, I just, it was a lot of emotions"

"I know, I know" he leaned back on the couch and pulled you into his chest. You don't know how long you stayed like that, it felt like an eternity, yet you didn't want to move. Charles was the first to break the silence.

"I can't do this anymore"

"What?" You asked confused

"I can't do this anymore y/n, I can't keep pretending that I don't love you. How know how much it kills me that I can't hug or kiss you in public, that I know that every time we are together, we're still gonna be just friends, that I can't bring you to any family dinners. Every time I talk about you, I smile, hell, every time I think about you, I smile because you're the best thing in my life. And even though none of us wanted a kid, it would be nice to know that there was something connecting you and me forever. So, no, y/n, I can't do this anymore because I know that we can't be more than friends"

You stood there looking at him as he let it all out, not saying a word, because how could you, everything he was saying was a thousand times better than all that you had dreamed about. You couldn't find the words, so instead, you kissed him, a different kind of kiss than all the other times, because this time, it was the promise of something more.

Charles took a second to realize what was happening but when he did, he kissed you right back with the same love that you did.

"I love you" you said as you broke the kiss

"Wait what? How?"

"Charles, I've been in love with you forever, you just never noticed, you idiot"

He chuckled softly before pulling you in for another kiss "Your idiot, mon amour"

"And for the record-" Charles pulled back to look at your face "-I'm in love with you too"

Much more kisses were exchanged, this time, hungrier kisses, passionate kisses, because you both knew, that this time, you weren't just friends.

Maybe some scary things happen to leave room for the best things to come.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc angst #taurussbabe

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beebotea · 11 months

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hey, are you listening? — part 03

pairing : college au!xiao x f!reader . summary : in which uni students decipher vague tweets and emotions... + ie: second-year students y/n and xiao are forced to work through their term project (and feelings) as their friends attempt to meddle with their love lives ‘for the greater good’ . cw : swearing, slut-shaming, suggestive, reader she/her pronouns, alcohol, mentions of substance use .

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03. into the night

act 1, scene 1

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act 1, scene 2

Y/N watched as Xiao stood up from the table and excused himself from the conversation. It wasn’t long until Hu Tao & Venti and Yanfei & Heizou began their own respective conversations, leaving Y/N and Scaramouche to sit there in silence.

“Oh, um… is he alright?” Y/N said, as she watched Scaramouche finish sending a text from his phone.

The Inazuman ruffled his hair in slight frustration before setting his phone down. “Oh, Xiao? He said he was going to the washroom. I’m sure it’s nothing. He’s not great with big crowds unless he’s on stage with his bass.”

“I see… I thought he didn’t really like me or something…”

“Yeah, ‘or something.’”

“What?”

Y/N took a second to take in his appearance. Delicate and soft features carefully defined and enhance by his red eyeliner and the way his fringe framed his face. He was a very pretty young man… it seemed to run in the family considering Xiao was quite easy on the eyes as well, although quite intimidating.

“So are you done admiring me yet, or…” He seemed to catch on to her spacing out, smirking at her as he spoke up.

“Oh… sorry I didn’t mean to stare.” She looked away, feeling her cheeks heat up from being caught red handed.

“It’s fine. You wanna grab a drink with me at the bar over there?”

“Oh, sure alright.” Y/N accepted his extended hand. Scaramouche helped her out of her chair, before promptly letting go when she got to her feet.

“So, how come I’ve never seen you around campus until now? It seems we have a lot of friends in common.”

“Oh, I mean I guess I only really know Aether, Childe, Cyno and maybe Heizou from your side… it’s more like we have friends of friends in common. I’m not in too many extra-curriculars either.”

“Yeah I suppose that’s true. You’re in marketing right? How’s that going for you.”

“It’s fine, I suppose it’d be a lot simpler than Mechatronics Engineering…”

“Eh, maybe. But they’re totally different so I wouldn’t try to make a comparison.” He smiled at her.

“I’m not going to lie… you’re a lot nicer than I expected.”

“Really? What makes you say that? You thought I’d be more like Xiao or something?” He raised his eyebrow curiously at her.

“No, well yes but not entirely. My friend Mona didn’t seem to excited when she saw you and Childe show up so I just got the impression you wouldn’t be so fun to talk to.”

“Is that so? Did she tell you why?”

Y/N shook her head in response and tilting her head to urge him to continue.

“Hah, we’ll do I have a story to tell you.”

“Please, do tell.”

Before Scaramouche could continue, he received slew of notifications. “Oh, sorry one second,” he pulled out his phone to respond to whoever was bombarding him with messages. Shortly after, he slipped his phone back into his pocked and looked back at her to continue where he left off.

“Sorry about that, where was I… oh right. I went to a Snezhnayan private high school for the first three years. So in my third year, Childe and I were on the soccer team and we were playing against Monstadt City Academy. She was on the cheer squad for their school or whatever and there was like a small problem with their formation or something. Anyways, long story short, she fell off their pyramid right as a break was called and Childe and I almost pissed ourselves laughing at her.”

“No way!”

“Yep, it happened. You can even ask her, although I probably wouldn’t want to be there to see you get scolded… she’s quite the prideful one.”

“Yeah… I think I’ll just take your word on it then.” The two laughed together about the memory of the great Mona Megistus falling on her ass. “You must be really good at soccer then. Are you on our Uni’s team?”

“Oh yeah, all of our band members play together often after practices. We’re all on the team. The season is over now but you should definitely come watch our games next year. Who knows maybe Xiao will finally talk to you then.” He smirked at her and nudged her with his elbow.

He was met with widened eyes and incomprehensible stammering. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to talk to him~ Too bad… I was hoping I’d be the one to catch your eye. Oh look, speak of the devil himself.”

Y/N looked into the direction he nodded at and saw Aether, Kazuha and Xiao approaching.

“Hey, Y/N! Having fun? This is Kazuha, our band mate and you already know Xiao.” The male twin waved at her as the three joined their group of two.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Kazuha smiled as he extended and arm to shake her hand. “So what are we talking about?”

“Oh, you know, we were talking about how Y/N—ow.” Y/N elbowed Scaramouche in the side to stop his teasing before it got out of hand.

“Soccer! Scaramouche was telling me about how you guys are on the soccer team!”

“Yeah, we are!” Aether explained how Scara and Heizou played forward, Xiao and Kazuha often took up the midfield, while he and Venti usually played as part of their defense or goalie. “Some of other guys in our friend group, like Cyno and Childe, are on the team too,” Aether continued.

“Well recently Xiao has been playing forward, right?” Kazuha spoke up, patting the black and teal haired man on the shoulder to encourage him.

“Yeah, strikers are usually the fastest on the team. It’s just that I’m bad at aiming it into the net…” Xiao shyly chuckled at himself. It was a first for Y/N to see him smile, or to see any expression on him at all (other than a scowl).

“I’m no expert at soccer but I’m sure you’ll be the a pro w practice right?”

Xiao granted her another smile accompanied by a nod.

Since then, the atmosphere in the group began to change. They continued to exchange opinions and ideas during their conversations while also asking each other about their experiences with common friends and acquaintances.

Xiao had even seemed to loosen up a bit after a drink given to him by Kazuha and adding his own short quips.

Eventually, Scaramouche was called back to his table by Venti. Not long after, Aether and Kazuha also returned to their table after witnessing Xiao ask a whole conversation-starting question on his own, leaving Y/N alone with him for the first time that night. Luckily, the alcohol in their blood made it significantly easier for the two to speak to each other and loosen up even when they were left alone.

“Sorry for being a bit… uptight earlier this evening. I was kind of nervous coming to this party.”

“No worries, I get like that too sometimes. Meeting new people can be overwhelming, right?”

“Yeah… especially when they look like you.”

“What?”

“Oh I… I didn’t mean to say that our loud—like I meant—”

“I think you look great too, Xiao.”

Before Xiao could respond, Y/N got a call from Hu Tao, who was outside with Yanfei, preparing to leave.

“Sorry, I have to go now… I’ll see you in class on Tuesday! It was really nice finally being able to get to know you. Bye!”

“Yeah, no worries. You too… bye.”

He watched as she ran to their table to grab her things before hurriedly waving to everyone and made her way to the door. He was starting to wish the night was longer… or that he drank the alcohol earlier that evening.

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act 2, scene 1

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a/n: lots of words mb… hope you enjoyed!

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theflyingfeeling · 2 months

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well said, Niko 👏

so I went to exit my emotions in Germany last weekend, details below:

we went to the shows in Berlin & Leipzig, with a VIP experience for the latter

and guyyyyyyyyssss let me tell you, BC really did not lie when they said we were there to Exit our Emotions 😩 the shows went straight to the very top of my personal BC shows list, the energy was amazing and all the new songs sounded incredible live, even the ones that weren't necessarily my #1 favourites, like Where's the Exit and Wolves in California. Especially the former sounds sooooooooooooooo good live 💖

and because I was there mainly to enjoy myself and to exit the fuck out of my stupid useless emotions, I barely took any videos or pictures (I never take pictures anyway, how do y'all manage to take such amazing shots at shows?!) despite having relatively good spots to do so. I kinda wish I had more so I could think back to the shows afterwards, but on the other hand I felt like I got way more out of the show when I put my undivided focus on it, and besides indoor shows are always challenging on that regard due to the flashing lights etc. and I felt like every time I was going to film the lighting was not appropriate so in the end I just couldn't bother 😅

I don't really have much else to report from Berlin other than that the venue was great, I had an excellent view and had the best time ever 🥰

not least because I met so many BC tumblr friends!! it was so nice seeing everyone, please come to the Nokia Arena show y'all, we'll be your host it's hocus pocus 🥺

and then there was Leipzig 🥴

I mean, this is my initial reaction immediately after it (written in my drafts):

🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

but yeah, as you can see from this post, @exitemotions and I had bought some silly little gifts to give the guys (rock hand glass markers not pictured), and we were so incredibly chill about the whole thing, like, NO ONE has ever been as chill as we were in advance of the VIP experience, I'm tellin' ya 💅

(we were so chill in fact that when we came back to the hotel room afterwards, we noticed we had forgotten the ceiling light on. you know, because that's how chill and zen and calm we had been upon leaving for the venue 💅💅💅💅💅)

the acoustic set was fucking cute, almost like a little campfire hangout 🥺

about giving the gifts and having our pictures taken: I feel like I was working on some kind of autopilot and can barely remember much anything 🙃 which I'm kinda mad at myself about lol, but I guess the guys liked the gifts (Olli said the glass markers were important, as my foreword for them was that they'd no longer have to fight about which glass/cup was whose, and I remember Tommi saying that socks are always useful. the others are owners of feet as well, so I suppose they agree 🧦)

we had made all sorts of grand plans for our individual pictures with the band but ended up with having "regular" ones after all, because while there was no feeling of rush per se at the m&g, everything was still happening relatively fast and sort of in their own course, and if we had wanted to do any funny poses or whatever, we should've been faster and in a little...sharper mental state to ask for them 😂😭

but we were chill though, I promise 💅

(I'm just cringing at myself so hard because I look like a fucking teacher standing for a class photograph 😂💀 it's funnier if you know I'm actually a teacher lol)

during the show we were on 2-3 row because we kinda missed our cue to run and reserve our spots before the acoustic set. personally I blame Santeri the tour manager for this (and also the fact that there were so many people there who had already been to VIP on this tour before, so they knew what to do 🤷‍♀️ meanwhile we were just left standing like "...wat 🧍‍♂️")

the show was just as great as the Berlin one, I honestly can't put them in order because they were both amazing and really made me forget about my sad little life 🖤

Rock Band From Hell was also alright. the one with no shirt on was hot

Ghost Kid was cool too. the one with no shirt on was hot

...so hot in fact that I already fell in love with him at the Berlin gig, and so when we were on our way to the merch booth after the Leipzig show, we ran into him and I flirted chatted with him a bit and had my picture taken with him 🥰 he was soooooo sweet and funny and I hope he'll stay true to his promise and keep the thing I said to him ('the drummer of BC could never [swirl the drumstick in his fingers in between every beat like you do]') "just between you and me" 🤭

from the merch booth I bought the XOXO longsleeve which looks super nice (sadly the quality isn't as super though dfgdgdsdh)

the next day it was time to return home, and as @kraeuterhexchen was seeing me to my platform at the railway station, I broke into tears in the middle of an escalator and didn't stop crying until boarding my plane lol

it's just that I was really nervous about travelling back to the airport from Leipzig because I had two changes of trains and the horror stories I've heard of Deutsche Bahn always being late were only adding to it, and that stress somehow triggered some sort of emotional meltdown in me and I realised the trip that I had been waiting for 6 MONTHS was now ending?? there had been so much talk about how we'd "do this and that when we go to Berlin/Leipzig and see BC" and now it's all done and gone and ?????? how does one move on after that 😭

but mostly I've been crying about the gift I gave to Olli 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

some of you have already heard about this, but I had made Olli this pin cushion ring:

...because I wanted to "support his sewing hobby", as I told him then sdhfhdfhfhfh

he seemed to really appreciate it, and as I demonstrated how handy it was (because you can wear it and easily put the pins there while sewing instead of having to reach to a pin cushion further away on the table), he told me he only had this huge pin cushion ("a brick" he called it, the one you can see on this video), and aaaahhhhh I'M SO ANGRY AT MYSELF for not remembering much else or barely daring to even look at him to see his reaction 😭 I do remember he got very excited when he heard he was getting a sewing-related gift though ("yessss" he said, if my memory doesn't fail me too bad) 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

and I'm so sad I didn't even get a picture of him with it, because Joona the photographer was in the possession of my phone at that moment 😔 and I also forgot to tell him I had made it myself, though I believe it's self-evident. but, you know. still 😭

and the reason why I've been so emotional about it is because I had made the ring weeks ago already, shortly after the album release event, and since then I have admired it every day (because hellooooo is it not the cutest?!) and I had imagined all the scenarios in which I'd give it to him, what I'd say about it and how he'd react to it (I wondered if he'd even know what it was, but of course he immediately recognized it as a pin cushion when I showed it to him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭), and yesterday it just suddenly hit me that when I'd be back home, the ring would no longer be there on my table for me to admire and hold in my hands, because Olli has it now? it's OLLI'S now, as intented, and yeah idk why but even now, two days later, I'm still literally crying about it as I'm writing this because I had grown strangely attached to that silly trinket and now I'll probably never see it again 🥺😭 (I guess I should just make one for myself too lol, my old one that I made almost 17 years ago is a wee bit shabby)

anyway, if anyone sees him, can you please tell him to take good care of it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

the world's biggest thanks to everyone who I hung out with on this trip, but especially to @kraeuterhexchen whose stunning art I can now admire in calendar form on my kitchen wall every month of the year (yes I shall keep you updated):

...and to @another-sun the organizer extraordinaire, as well as to my travelling companion @exitemotions (thanks for all the laughs with a touch of chaos in between <3)

here's me with BC again, the only other picture that's not blurry af lol

in conclusion, 🎵 never again, never again 🎵

...until next time 👀

#gig reports by theflyingfeeling #was that even my tag idk #sorry for cutting that video short but i wanted to exit emotions 👋#and sorry to disappoint anyone with whom i talked about that fun pose idea for my individual picture with the band 🙈#but olli was already pocketing the thing (because i gave it to him (because he was reaching his hand towards it))#so i was like welp there goes my chance ig #and i felt i had already wasted enough of their time lol (with all the other gifts + having pics taken together with @exitemotions)

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doubletaileddoubletrouble · 12 days

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I see a lot of ppl talking about corporal punishment so let me put my input on it.

I've gotten corporal punishment (mostly from my dad) and YEAH SURE it did in fact help me learn things quickly-- but it hurt more than it helped. Recently, I've noticed that it installs fear in communicating with any authority figure. (And communication is pretty essential in terms of working out problems.) Especially when it's used on a kid that doesn't understand why exactly they're being punished. They'll end up fearing asking for help in order to fix their mistakes, and only end up making more mistakes and misunderstandings.

Now, the exception about this is that it was less of a punishment, and more of a reality check, kinda. Instead of the punching being used to reinforce an ideology that the kid may not exactly understand, it's to knock some sense into someone who seems to have gotten lost from what they already know. (and totally understands why they got punched.)

ALSO ADDITIONALLY: Corporal punishment is more constant throughout the life. This was kind of a one time thing.

Additionally, punching your loved one's is still bad. I'm pretty sure Sonic only did that spontaneously because he needed a solution, and that was the easiest one. Which brings me to ANOTHER thing which is that parents use corporal punishment instead of trying to teach their kids with less violent methods because simply, it's easier. Fear is a good motivator, no matter the context.

Sorry guys, I'm sleepy so I don't even know if my point is coming across correctly. Feel free to argue against me more and maybe I can actually get my thoughts in check ugh.

Communicating about problems- heh, who needs that?!? (<- panicking) Certainly not me. I learn from my mistakes. In "more healthy ways" or the same way I've learned my whole life. You learn not to touch the wrong wires in circuitry, or else you get shocked.

It's not just the quickest way, but it instills it for the longest. That seems like the most effective method to me.

Ooc:

Alright, let's talk about this for a moment.

There's a difference between abuse, corporeal punishment, and whatever the fuck Sonic did.

Tails very clearly was Abused, not punished. There's a main difference between the two and that's health after the "punishment." (Or maybe I'm just American and it's all abuse.)

If you are showing physical signs afterward, or they activity didn't provide you with things that are nessicary to live (when it was available to them, poverty is an exception to this one) then its abuse.

The most common corporal punishments are things like spanking, being pattled, or just generally being hit with blunt items on the arms, hands, back, or bottom. I think a belt also counts on this topic, but neither of my parents owned belts, so I never dealt with that.

Again, I could just be American, and this could all be abuse, but If you are being hit out of anger rather than punishment, you're left bleeding, they're depriving you of house, food or anything, they're breaking bones, and especially if you're told to lie about how you got any injuries, you need to ask for help. That's certainly abuse.

My childhood fluctuated between the two. My parents had anger issues, and while they'd try to keep it legal, their emotions often got the best of them. I don't wish that upon anyone.

(Yes, I put the sonic thing into its own category because it checks every box for abuse and I don't want to label it that with my whole soul)

Regardless, it's interesting seeing everyone argue against my upbringing, and uh yeah, I'm questioning a lot of things, guys, lol.

#your words got through #tails is just hearing them wrong on purpose #i would too if someone said that to me irl #miles tails prower #ask blog #tails ask blog #tails rp blog #rp blog #tails the fox #sonic rp #sth #ask answered #thanks for the ask!#anon answered #anon ask

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endcrman · 2 years

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sarcophile

"Have you ever eaten someone?"

"Accusations of my cannibalism have never been proven in a court of law-"

Maybe that wasn't the right way to phrase it, like, at all.

"Scar!" Grian sounded annoyed as the door slammed open, which was never a good sign. Or maybe frustrated? Something along those lines. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"Grian! What brings you here, to my humble abode?" Scar turned to face him as he spoke, arms spread wide, trying to defuse the situation as much as possible as soon as possible.

Grian blinked, that sour emotion slipping off of his face only to be replaced by actual annoyance, so that hadn't been the tone he was using before. "Scar, I live here. With you."

"Oh yeah!" Scar hummed, tapping his chin as though he'd forgotten. He hadn't of course, but keeping the conversation running smoothly was the key to calming the other down. Plus, false confusion led to some less-serious, more amusing outbursts at times.

"Oh yeah?!" Grian repeated incredulously, sputtering. Had he been in his usual state, he probably would have let out a couple of indignant chirps too, Scar loved to pull those out of him. "Scar! This is serious!"

"What's serious?" Maybe he wouldn't be able to calm Grian down, he seemed too worked up already. A shame. "You haven't told me anything yet, G."

Grian moved in a familiar way— he always shifted his shoulders like that when his feathers puffed up, it must be habit or something now. It just looked a little silly like this, nothing visually attached to his back. Scar couldn't help but snicker.

"Scar!" And that little sound had upset Grian again, his face was so red. Was he embarrassed? Or maybe just really, really angry with him. Scar didn't think he'd done anything to upset him lately, at least not that badly.

"Okay, okay," Scar raised his hands, trying to calm the other down some, sort of as if he were one of the Jellies outside. "I'm listening."

Grian was silent for a moment, clearly working up the courage to say whatever he needed to say. That was alright, Scar had all the time in the world for Grian.

Having all the time in the world for him did not mean that Scar's mind wouldn't wander, however, and he was quickly pulled out from whatever train of thought he was having by Grian's voice cutting through the silence, however quiet it was.

"Have you ever eaten someone?"

Oh. That wasn't what he'd been expecting at all. In fact, he really hadn't expected to talk about this subject at all with anybody other than Cub. He should have though, he should have seen this coming, with the initial panic Grian had shown when the hunger had reared its ugly head. Scar opened his mouth.

"Please don't say yes." Grian's voice cracked, and Scar's mouth snapped shut again.

Okay, a not-truth then. He could do that.

"Oh void, don't lie either." The other's voice was shaking now. Scar cursed him silently in his head.

"Accusations of my cannibalism have never been proven in a court of law-" ineloquently stumbled out of his mouth before he could stop it, intoned as a joke, or at least he hoped.

Grian's pupils shrank, and he spun around, hands covering his mouth as he looked anywhere but at Scar. Maybe that wasn't the right way to phrase it, like, at all.

"They- they didn't mind-" Scar quickly tried to mend whatever he had just broken. "I mean- well- It wasn't anybody who wouldn't respawn-"

Scar heard Grian retch, though with all the eating Scar had been doing lately, he knew there was nothing to evacuate. Oh. This must be why.

"You- you ate people who were going to remember?!" Grian's voice had gone comically high-pitched. At least, it would be comical if it were any other situation, and not a conversation Scar was fumbling so badly.

"They didn't mind! Really!" Scar insisted, digging around in his head, trying to remember what exactly they'd said about it at the time. It had been years ago at this point, he couldn't be expected to remember at this point. "They were dying either way, you know Hermitcraft! It's all games there, Grian! Fun back and forth, play fighting, respawn, that sort of thing!"

"Hermitcraft-" Grian repeated in a whispered tone, and he was shaking, trembling even.

Oh. Scar had fucked up big time now, he never wanted to see Grian like this, never wanted to be the cause of… this. He wanted to keep Grian happy, smiling, or at least teasingly frustrated with him, he promised himself after that fateful day in the desert. He really messed up.

Grian pulled him out of his thoughts, whirling around to glare daggers at him, Scar's throat closing up a bit as he saw Grian's red-rimmed eyes. He'd never had someone get so upset with him over this before.

"You—" His voice was dripping with something Scar had never heard from him before. "You said I wouldn't have to!" Grian's voice wobbled even with the roundabout accusation.

"You don't," Scar assured him, trying to keep his own voice calm, reasonable. It was taking everything in him not to just pull his friend into his arms and hold him there, he had a feeling Grian wouldn't really appreciate that right now. "I never lied to you. You don't have to."

Grian's mouth opened and closed for a moment until he finally found his words again. "But- You did."

Scar shrugged, he didn't really know how else to respond to a statement like that. "I did. I didn't have to, nobody forced me to. They… like I said earlier, they didn't mind."

Apparently something he said struck a wrong cord, because Grian sobbed. Oh. Uh oh.

"Grian…" Scar kept his voice soft, stepping forward a little. "Grian, if you want I could- I mean- well-" He grunted softly in annoyance at himself, of course he could speak in every situation except this one. "I could ask Etho to come over, if that'd help. You can talk to him."

"W-why would I want to talk to Etho?" That seemed to confuse Grian enough to stop him from crying so hard, even if the tears were still welling up in his eyes.

"Well- you know- because I…" Scar trailed off, watching as Grian's eyes suddenly widened.

"You ate him?!" Grian yelped, looking more startled than anything else at the moment. Maybe that was a good thing.

"Well, you know," Scar laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Things happened, we may have gotten a little out of hand."

There was a shuddery breath from Grian. "And he didn't care?"

Well, better than the accusatory tone. Scar shook his head. "Not really, I mean, I had to get all his stuff and put it in a chest for him, but that's just normal stuff, y'know?"

"Normal stuff," Grian repeated, stumbling back a little, quickly holding up his hand to stop Scar when he rushed forward to help him. "I'm going to lay down."

"Okay." Scar kept his voice soft again, watching as Grian slowly lowered himself onto the bed. He looked so shaken, it wasn't normal.

Grian was silent for a little, eyes closed, clearly trying to regulate his breathing. Scar felt horrible, guilty, he'd never wanted to put Grian through this.

"Are you mad at me?" The childish question escaped him before he could even think about it. Well clearly Grian wasn't very happy with him!

Apparently though, Grian had to think about the answer, taking his time before slowly shaking his head. "No," he croaked out, almost silently. Scar felt a rush of relief at the answer, but not enough.

"Is this… why you haven't been eating?" He asked softly, moving closer to the bed now.

Grian's face twisted up into something ugly, an expression Scar had never seen on his face before, and still the other didn't bother to open his eyes, not yet.

"Scar," he started out, after another long silence, needing to think, "have you ever been forced to do something you never wanted to?"

Scar felt his throat closing up again, suddenly beginning to understand. A hot flash of anger ran through him, lingering even on this yellow life, far longer than it should have. A burning hatred made its home in his chest before he managed to temporarily stamp it out, focusing on the other in front of him. "Oh, Grian," he barely managed, a hand making its way to the vex's shoulder.

Another deep breath before he continued. "Every time-" His voice wobbled, his body trembling under Scar's touch. "Every time I try to eat, I'm- I feel it, the hunger, and I-" Another sob wracked through his body. "I'm afraid it's going to be- it's going to be- that I wasn't able to stop myself and it's actually-" He was cut off by another sob, and this time, Scar couldn't help but pull Grian into a hug now.

Grian didn't seem to mind, contrary to how angry he had been earlier, clinging to Scar as if he would die if the other let him go. Scar held him close, squeezing him so hard he almost felt it himself, but Grian was holding on just as tight, crying into his shoulder. Scar startled himself a little as his wings wrapped around the two of them, but Grian didn't seem to care, or maybe even notice, face hidden from sight as he trembled and sobbed.

"I don't- I can't- Not again-" Grian couldn't form a sentence, it seemed, but that was fine. Scar could talk enough for the both of them.

"Grian, shh," he cooed softly, which seemed to instantly relax Grian, if just a little bit. "You won't," he promised, a hand moving up, threading through the other's hair, petting him in a way. "You don't have to, you never will," Scar murmured, beginning to rock the two of them ever so slightly, listening for any sign that Grian was calming down.

"Do I have to want to?" Grian asked almost petulantly, if it weren't through his tears.

Scar chuckled softly, continuing to gently run his fingers through his hair. "But you don't want to," he reminded him, gently. "Instincts aren't wants, and it's certainly not a need either," Scar murmured, feeling Grian slowly starting to relax against him.

"But- but what if I have to defend myself, and- and after-" He was getting himself worked up again.

"Nothing would happen," Scar assured him, cutting off that line of thought as soon as he realized where it was going. "You're not a slave to the hunger, Grian, I promise. It's not going to force you into anything, or try to trick you. It's just a dumb instinct, okay?"

"But if I've already done it once-"

"You didn't want to then either," Scar was becoming a pro at cutting Grian off tonight, "and there's nobody here who would make you. Especially not yourself." And if anybody did, Scar would be quick to end them, rules be damned. This went beyond the game.

Grian went quiet after that, taking soft shuddery breaths still as he clutched so tightly to Scar. At least he was starting to calm down a bit, breathing evening out the longer the two of them sat there.

"I'm sorry," Grian croaked out, breaking the long silence.

"Don't be," Scar only hummed, squeezing Grian a little tighter.

"You didn't even let me say what for," Grian complained, trying to pull away a bit to look up at Scar. Scar didn't let him.

"Don't need to, whatever it is you don't have to be," Scar promised, pressing a kiss to the top of Grian's head, silencing him again with the small action.

Eventually, after some more time passed, Scar shifted to lay the two of them down on the bed, Grian easily allowing himself to be pulled down with him. It was all too natural, having Grian in his arms like this, Scar never wanted to let go.

Instead of saying anything of that sort, Scar continued with a non-sequitur. "I think we have a carrot or two."

"Mm?" Grian seemed a little out of it as the muffled hum left him, after a breakdown like that, Scar couldn't blame him.

"Carrots, I could plant them for you. They grow decently fast, and they shouldn't set anything off."

Scar felt Grian's arms squeeze a little around his middle, tightening for just a moment before relaxing again. "I'd love that."

Scar felt his chest warm at those words, unable to help himself from pressing another kiss into Grian's hair. If asked, he could always claim it platonic.

"If you let me go before sundown, I'll plant them this evening," Scar offered, only squeezing Grian tighter as he felt the other start to pull away at his words. "Only when you want to."

He could feel the hesitation radiating off his soulmate, but soon enough Grian relaxed into his hold again.

"Soon," Grian murmured, face buried still in Scar's shirt. "It's early still, I shouldn't need this for too long."

"It's okay if you do," Scar quickly assured him, squeezing again. "I'll do it in the morning if that's the case."

Grian snorted softly. "It's hardly noon."

"It's already noon," Scar groaned dramatically, making Grian laugh. Good.

"You are a ridiculous man." This time Scar allowed Grian to pull away from him just enough to look each other in the eyes. Grian's were still watery, smile wobbling, but it was real.

"I could be more ridiculous," Scar offered, feeling a big grin cross his own face. "If you'd like."

Grian snorted again, hiding his face once more as he shook ever so slightly with laughter. "I don't know if I'd be able to handle that. You're already such a handful."

They were so warm laying here, tangled together. If Scar tried hard enough, he could almost feel the desert sun beating down on them again. He had missed moments like this.

"But I'm your handful, you're stuck with me," Scar teased. He liked to imagine that even if he weren't, Grian would still choose him. He knew he couldn't be sure though. Scar quickly chased those thoughts from his head before they became an aching in his chest, focusing on the here and now instead.

The here and now was Grian very clearly rolling his eyes, even if Scar couldn't see his face, he always tilted his head ever so slightly with the motion. He felt the fondness of the accompanying smile through the fabric of his shirt, not worrying too much about the actual action rather than the meaning behind it.

"You're so cheesy." Grian sounded amused, which was so much better than before. That meant Scar's attempts at cheering him up were actually working.

Scar hummed, feeling his wings fluff up with the positive feelings course through him. He still didn't get when or why they'd do things like this, but maybe he'd be able to get an easier read on Grian in the future.

Grian pulled away just a bit, and this time Scar let him, more than a little happy to find out he wasn't leaving his arms, not yet.

Instead the other slowly reached out, carefully petting Scar's wings, smoothing out the feathers and making him shiver slightly. "They do look good on you," Grian murmured after a moment, sighing softly. "Not quite your color though."

"Oh?" Scar felt like he was floating a bit, gaze focused on Grian's hand, slowly running his fingers through his feathers. “And what would be my color?”

“Feel like you should have more… sparrow-like wings,” he mused, easily keeping Scar’s focus as he continued to gently arrange the feathers. “Or a bright blue, like how your vex wings are.”

“You’ve never seen me with my vex wings,” Scar laughed softly, a hand moving to trace along where they would be on Grian’s back. “You didn’t even keep them for yourself.”

Grian made a little face at that, scrunching up his nose. “Made me uncomfortable they weren’t mine, they were pretty though,” he said, as if that didn’t make Scar blush, “I think you should keep them, sometimes.”

“They don’t sit very well when I use my wheelchair,” Scar explained.

“You don’t use it all the time,” Grian protested gently, and it took everything in Scar not to scrunch up his own nose.

“Yeah but… it takes a lot of energy to hide them, the kinda energy I don’t have when I want my wheelchair.” He was still gently running his fingers along where the wings should be. Grian’s own fingers had stilled, though still resting on Scar’s feathers. “Couldn’t imagine trying to fit in a wheelchair with these.”

Grian hesitated a little again, eyes flickering up to meet Scar’s before looking down again, guiltily. “You’ve… been alright, right? Since the change? I hadn’t really thought about it.” They had determined pretty early on that Scar’s chronic pain didn’t carry over, which was a very good thing, considering there was no way Grian would be used to it.

“Clearly you’ve had other things on your mind,” Scar hoped that would quell his anxieties, at the very least. “It’s been a bit difficult, with the lack of magic,” he admitted, waving his hand in the air a little, before allowing it to fall back down to Grian’s hip. “It’s a lot less muted, but not nearly as bad as it’s been in the past,” he explained, not wanting the other to worry.

“I’m sor-”

Scar pressed his hand to Grian’s mouth, grinning a bit as that shut him up. “Nope. No sorries. I’m fine, you’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

He saw the mischievous, defiant look in Grian’s eyes before he realized what it meant for him.

He yelped, pulling away suddenly as he felt a wetness against his palm. “Grian! Yuck!”

Grian rolled away from him in that moment, laughing as he just about fell off the bed, barely managing to catch himself on his feet. “What did you think I was going to do?”

“Not act like a twelve year old?” Scar huffed, wiping his hand off on the sheets beneath him. “Yuck. Ew. I can’t believe you,” he said, even while trying not to laugh as well.

“Get up and plant some carrots with me,” Grian insisted, grin still wide on his face as Scar continued to dramatically wipe his hand long after it had dried. “You promised.”

“I don’t know if I want to anymore,” Scar pouted, feeling himself being pulled out of the bed by Grian’s hands grabbing at his wrists, groaning even more dramatically. “Okay, okay. Fine, let’s go.”

When he finally stood, Scar swore he felt every single one of his joints pop, grunting softly. He was so caught up in stretching out his wings, he didn’t notice Grian moving closer to wrap his arms tightly around him, humming softly, face hidden in his chest a little.

“Thanks, for everything,” Grian murmured before pulling away, his cheeks tinged red, but otherwise unaffected. Scar’s on the other hand felt like they were burning up for some reason. Then Grian turned on heel, quickly heading for the door. “Let’s go, before it gets too late.”

“Right-” Scar more felt his voice crack than heard it, clearing his throat. “Right!” And he was following Grian through the door. Maybe after all the hard work he could convince Grian to cuddle up with the Jellies with him, they deserved it after today.

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #double life smp #dlsmp #desert duo #mcyt #gtws #scarian #not canon compliant #cannibalism tw #writing #my post #vexing circumstances

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alright let’s get into it about king arthur 2004. first of all yes it was bad of course it was bad, it’s a “historical” retelling of arthurian legend and it makes arthur roman and the other knights are supposedly eastern european except that none of those men are eastern european and then also guinevere and merlin were whatever scottish people were in the 5th century but again keira knightly is not scottish. basically it’s very dense on the lore for a movie that didn’t really seem to care about accuracy to the lore. there’s like. there’s words on the screen in the beginning and then there’s also more expositional narration and then there’s also more exposition in the form of bad dialogue and genuinely it does feel like a good 40 minutes of this movie is exposition all for a nothing plot because it’s so reliant on the action scenes you kind of get nothing out of it. however EYE got something out of it because early in the movie arthur is praying that his knights make it back from their last mission so they can live to become free men, and lancelot walks in and says “why do you always talk to god and not to me?” and it made me insane for the rest of the two hour runtime. those men were gay as hell your honor. lancelot dies in the climactic battle and arthur and guinevere both kneel over his body and cry and scream it’s great. i think it was brave of them to kill lancelot before he got to steal arthur’s wife. julian murphy should’ve taken notes wtf.

also i liked that the other knights were like, fleshed out characters. maybe not gawain who didn’t talk very much or hugh dancy who i don’t remember who he was supposed to be. but like tristan was cool i liked his falcon rest in peace buddy. and the other guy with the 11 kids oh my god do i know anyone’s name from this movie. who the hell was that guy. hold on. oh ok bors. was he lancelot’s cousin in this movie i wasn’t paying attention. and hugh dancy was galahad. sorry i didn’t remember that in my defense he had like two minutes of screentime. and dagonet was cool although i think it’s wild that this movie was pulling out niche knights and not like. kay. or bedivere. sorry i’m attached to those guys because of alex that’s not my fault. anyway i liked them they were cool to hang with

ALSO i think it was surprisingly feminist for a movie that came out in 2004 about men. or maybe not feminist exactly but like. not misogynistic. there’s a moment where you think it might be with the one guy’s not-wife (she’s the mother of his 11 children but they’re not married) but it’s not misogyny they’re just toxic hets and i support them <3 and then guinevere is just such a slay but what else did you expect from keira knightly… like yeah i think it’s weird that keira was like 18 making this movie with a hoard of adult men and she’s the object of both male protagonist’s lust but at the end of the day she seems like she made it through that weird phase of her career fine so i’ll let it go for the sake of not going insane. anyway i think it was really feminist of her to want to fuck that gay man so bad. real. but no really i just liked that her character was well done and got to do things. she killed a bunch of guys it was hot what who said that i mean like it was great. and she’s the one that convinced arthur to abandon rome and fight for something he actually believed in, where rome was a lie he believed for convenience.

which brings me to my man <3 you know no critique of a king arthur movie from me is complete without me rambling for a little about how well i think they characterized my special little guy… and i think this movie did pretty good! he’s a good man who cares about people and his most defining enduring belief for the entire story is of freedom which i thought was slay even though um. he’s english. cannot imagine he’d be happy to see what his country came to yikes!! but also i think it was good to show that he also had flaws that tied directly into his strengths and his goodness. how he fought so hard for rome in the beginning because his idea of rome was this ideal society that believed in equality and freedom, and he didn’t realize that that was a fantasy because he didn’t want to realize it so he could hold on to something while he fought their wars. like i think willful ignorance is such a great king arthur flaw that not enough media wants to depict. he’s an idealist at heart and i adore him for it but it means he has a tendency to ignore reality… and then also he had a little red cape which you KNOW i am always a fan of. i LOVE it when they put this guy in a red cape!! seriously! it’s sooo stupid <33 um yeah and then also i think he could have been hotter but i’ll allow mediocrity just this once because he was gay about it. also they killed his celibacy swag which i thought was fucked up but again i’ll allow it just this once because he did think he was going to die the next morning. and they also made literally every word out of this man’s mouth the most intense thing anyone has ever said, which i think was a great choice. he’s literally just like that like he’s literally just. like that. drama queen!!

also i liked that bit of narration at the end when dead lancelot says that none of them who died really died because they live on in stories and legend passed down through generations <3 and finally here is the joke i wasted my letterboxd review on

#going to look for. a gifset to reblog.#which me luck out there. searching the movie that has hannibal and will in it on the fucking. hannibal and will website.#beth.txt #king arthur 2004

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I Was in Love with My Tutor Pt. 1

Y/N recounts memories of her high school crush with the team while on the plane back to Quantico.

tw// small mention of rape, kidnapping, and hatecrimes (very small... literally two sentences)“Come on, Y/N. You didn’t date anyone in high school?”

The team was flying back to Virginia after a case in Phoenix, where the unsub had kidnapped and raped three women who looked like his high school sweetheart. The case had been solved in three days, being quite easy considering the unsub failed to cover his tracks very well after the second victim. It wasn’t a particularly hard case—the only reason they were called in was because of the time between victims, which was too short for comfort--so light-hearted conversation was not excluded from the options of what to do on the flight back.

First, it started with Dave teasing Hotch about his upcoming date with Beth during their weekend off. Then, it slowly escalated into JJ, Spencer, and Y/N joining into the pestering—before being dragged in to talk about their love lives.

JJ, obviously, didn’t have much to say because she had just come fresh off of her honeymoon with Will, and Spencer didn’t have much to say about his little old fling with Austin, the bartender from four years prior.

“We decided we would be better as friends,” Spencer explained, shrugging before looking over to Y/N. “Didn’t you have a thing with Jordan Todd?”

Y/N blushed after being pushed into the spotlight, before stammering, “Uh… no?”

Hotch and Dave laughed at Y/N’s blatant lie, the latter commenting, “So the fact that you guys arrived to the office at the exact same time on multiple occasions was just a very weird coincidence?”

JJ, who had been on maternity leave during Jordan’s time at the BAU, asked curiously, “You and Jordan dated?”

Y/N sighed, before finally coming clean and confessing, “Yeah. It wasn’t anything serious, though. It was hard to find time together after she went back to counterterrorism. Plus, she’s not my usual type.”

Slowly, the conversation got into past relationships, landing on the topic of high school sweethearts. Hotch elected not to speak about his experiences with Haley, which the team understood was still incredibly difficult for him to talk about, so he just ended up listening to the rest of the team’s stories.

“Let’s just say that there’s a reason I was voted ‘Most likely to be late to graduation’,” Dave jested, earning a laugh from the team.

“They had superlatives in the 50’s?”

“I’m not that old, L/N.”

“Whatever you say, pasta man.”

That’s when Dave decided to exact revenge by bringing Y/N’s high school love life into light. It took a bit of coaxing from JJ and Hotch, but eventually Y/N brought up her high school math tutor.

“Alright, alright. I didn’t date anyone in high school out of fear of being hate-crimed, but I did do some incredibly stupid things to get the attention of my high school tutor,” Y/N said, taking a sip of her water as she leaned back against the airplane sofa. “Her name was Alex; she was a year ahead of me, but we were in the same math class in my junior year because I skipped ahead a class in order to take AP Physics.

“Basically, I took a page from Mean Girls and pulled a Catie Heron,” Y/N sighed, before seeing the confused look on Reid’s face and deciding to elaborate on what she meant. “I pretended to be terrible at math so she would tutor me.”

1987 in Kansas City, Missouri

Y/N looked at the graded test in front of her and smiled proudly at the A+ that was written in red marker on the front page. Math was never her favourite subject, but this year it had been incredibly easy thanks to her independent summer studying. In fact, she could’ve moved out of the class at the beginning of the year, but she needed the easy class if she wanted any time to deal with APUSH and AP Physics.

She put her test sheet in her binder, before closing it up and packing her bag as she waited for the last five minutes of the class to tick away on the clock. As she shoved her binder in her backpack, a voice next to her asked, “How’d you do on the test?”

Y/N turned to see the cute senior girl moving her chair closer to make it easier to talk the nerdy junior. The senior, whose name was Alex, was arguably the smartest out of her graduating class—high scores on many a math test, accepted into UC Berkeley, as well as a perfect score in her AP Literature class. Not to mention the way she breezed through assignments in the rest of her classes and practically left most of her peers in the dust. If there was anything that Y/N thought was more beautiful than Alex’s smile, it was definitely Alex’s mind.

“I did okay… what about you?” Y/N asked, manipulating the conversation so that Alex would talk more. “I’m assuming a perfect score, like always.”

Alex grinned, which made Y/N’s stomach start jumping onto her intestines out of pure affection, and answered, “I got one wrong, but it’s enough to keep my credibility as a math tutor.”

Y/N knew that Alex was a tutor, why wouldn’t she be? She’s so smart and thoughtful… and beautiful…and smart—

“Y/N?”

Y/N snapped back into reality and apologized, “Sorry. I was thinking about my physics quiz.”

Alex nodded, before Y/N thought of a purely stupid idea.

“Hey, um… do you think you could tutor me for this class?”

Alex, seemingly suspecting nothing, politely agreed, “Of course! Um, where do you want to meet up?”

Y/N and Alex hashed out the details right before the bell rang, signalling for them to head to their next class. Y/N walked away, in absolute disbelief about how she just lied about being bad at math so Alex would tutor her.

2014 in Quantico, Virginia

“Long story short, she came over, we had a nice session, and then she left and a few classes later she saw my perfect score on the exam, said I didn’t need tutoring. She graduated and I never saw her again,” Y/N explained vaguely, ignoring the memory that popped up in her head. “Honestly the dumbest thing I’ve ever done for someone I liked, but I guess I should’ve known it wouldn’t have lasted.”

The flight continued with JJ’s crush horror story, before the plane touched down onto the government hanger. It was nine in the morning when the team arrived at the office, and they almost immediately walked up to the round-table room, until Anderson stopped Hotch from walking too far in.

“Sorry, Agent Hotchner. Um, Dr. Miller is here today if you’d like to talk to her,” Anderson informed, before gesturing over to the desk next to Y/N’s.

JJ, Dave, and Y/N were all excited to meet the new agent, but Spencer just followed them to say hi to his old acquaintance. Hotch politely greeted the new agent, and she stood up from her desk. Y/N’s heart started beating faster all of a sudden, and she froze slightly.

“Dr. Miller, welcome to the team,” Hotch greeted, offering a small, professional smile. “You know Dr. Reid—these are agents Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, and Y/N L/N.”

Nearly the whole team noticed Alex’s slight reaction to the last agent’s name, but she made a point to shake hands with JJ, Hotch, and Rossi, before turning her attention to Y/N.

“Nice to see you again, Y/N,” Alex said, offering a small grin to Y/N, whose heart fluttered. “Nice to meet the rest of you, as well.”

“You two know each other?” JJ asked, though she knew the answer already.

“Uh, yeah. She was in my calculus class in high school. I tutored her for a brief moment, as well.”

Hotch, JJ, and Dave exchanged a small smirk, watching Y/N shake Alex’s hand.

“Yeah, um, nice to see you again as well, Alex…”

The team, with the exception of Alex and Y/N, knew that this was going to be fun to play around with.

1987 in Kansas City, Missouri

“Oh, hi! Come in.”

Alex smiled and walked into Y/N’s house, before following the junior to their living room.

“Sorry I’m early. My brother had somewhere to be,” Alex apologized, setting her things down on the floor. “Are you ready to start or do you need some time to prepare?”

“No, I’m fine. We can start now.”

For the next hour, Alex and Y/N reviewed partial derivatives, ending with a little assignment that Y/N completed in less than ten minutes. Alex complimented Y/N’s skill on picking things up very quickly, to which Y/N brushed off while she focused on doing the math problems. Once she had finished, however, Alex’s ride hadn’t arrived.

“Would you like some water? Food? Anything?” Y/N asked politely.

The time was six-thirty in the evening, and Alex’s brother was due to pick her up at seven. Y/N wasn’t entirely sure how to handle the situation, especially now that she didn’t have math to distract her from the beautiful girl sitting next to her on her couch.

“No, I’m alright,” Alex answered. “I’m sorry for overstaying my time.”

Y/N gave her an innocent little smile, and emphasized, “You’re fine. Don’t worry about it. You’re good company.”

“And you are too… plus you’re a quick learner,” Alex hummed. “Or, I should say, a very bad liar.”

Y/N just looked back at Alex, who had a little smirk ghosting her thin and pink lips.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on, Y/N. We’ve been sitting next to each other for the entire year. Did you think I wouldn’t notice the steady stream of perfect scores on your assignments?” Alex teased, leaning back onto the couch. “If you wanted to hang out with me, then you could’ve just asked.”

Y/N blushed, shoving her face into her hands briefly, before asking, “If you knew, then why’d you play along for the first hour?”

“I wanted to see how far you would take the act.”

Alex and Y/N then spent the rest of their time together talking and joking around with each other—they had a positive energy that bounced nicely off of each other. If their interactions would have taken place in public and it wasn’t 1987, people might have speculated that they were a couple. Maybe, just maybe, their chemistry would have escalated past the deep conversation, and taken a more physical aspect which would be considered quite scandalous for the time. Unfortunately, it didn’t, as when the clock struck seven, Alex’s brother had arrived to pick her up.

Y/N walked Alex out and the latter said, “If you ever want to just hang out, let me know. Or, ask me for tutoring again.”

Y/N chuckled at the small tease, before saying goodbye to Alex, who entered her car with a smile on her face.

#alex blake x reader #alex blake x f!reader #criminal minds #iwilwmt

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Heart’s Choice - Chapter 24 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

- Carlos -

With the threat of burglars assuaged, John and I enter the house and join the mysterious David in the living room.

My main concern was that the dogs might have escaped through the open door but this, too, proves to be a needless worry.

They flank David like a pair of backup dancers, attuned to his every move and obey John reluctantly when he tells them to go lie down on their beds.

Even then, they keep their eyes trained on our visitor, ears pricked forward, as if ready to leap up at the slightest hint of a command.

"Some guard dogs you two are," John mutters, casting them a disapproving glance.

"Don't be hard on them, John," David says. "You know they can't help it. Just like it seems you cannot help yourself."

He turns his gaze on me, his grey eyes flashing silver as they catch the light.

"It appears the bond is quite strong already and growing fast. And you told me there was no effect."

He shifts his attention back to John and I remember to breathe.

The guy has a presence I can hardly describe and like the dogs, I'm having a hard time taking my eyes off him.

He's taller than John and though not as muscular, carries himself with a confidence that speaks of great strength.

His hair is a light ash blond, almost silver and cut short in the back and longer in the front.

I get the sense he's old, though how old I can't guess but his skin is flawless and stretches smoothly over high cheekbones and a sharp jaw.

His tastes run expensive and while I don't know enough about clothes to guess what he's wearing, I'd wager his shirt and slacks are custom-tailored by some Italian name.

"I didn't lie," John says, glaring at David. "He's not infected."

"Clearly." David smiles. "But that is not the effect of which I speak. What symptoms have you experienced?"

John rubs his jaw and I sense a struggle taking place behind the stoic mask of his expression.

"Some synchrony of thought and feeling," he says at last. "And... maybe a little possessiveness."

David nods.

"Entirely natural. And you?"

"I don't even know what the heck you're talking about," I say.

"No?"

His smile sends a chill up my spine.

He'd taken one of the low, cube like reading chairs, representative of the house's modern style, ensconcing himself like a lord upon a throne.

John perches tensely on the edge of it's mate, while I remain standing, resting my butt on the sofa's arm.

As David rises and comes towards me, I straighten instinctively, not wanting to appear shorter than I am.

Five-nine is a perfectly respectable height... plenty of famous actors are five-nine... but next to six-six, or whatever David is, it feels small.

"John has a very distinctive scent, wouldn't you agree?" he asks.

"Uh... Weird question but sure, I guess he smells alright."

"And you are drawn to him, are you not? You feel... aroused in his presence?"

I glance past him to John, who looks as uncomfortable as I feel.

"Yeah, that's not really any of your business, is it?"

"It is my business, actually. John is very dear to me. He is the son of my blood. When he told me of the threat you pose to him, I came immediately to help him manage it or to neutralize it, if needed."

"David, please..." John rises as well and approaches cautiously.

"There's no need. I have it under control."

"So it appears," David murmurs. "But do you, really?"

John answers with an audibly strained.

"Yes. Perfectly."

"Good. Then you won't mind if I have a closer look."

Before I know what's happening, David steps forward, invading my personal space so that we stand toe-to-toe.

Instantly stripped of power, I can't move or speak or offer any protest as he pulls the band from my long hair, letting it fall free around my face and inhales through his nose.

"Ah, I see the appeal," he says softly, eyes glinting silver. "You've found something special here. A rare vintage. Of course, what appeals to you will appeal to me, we are the same, after all."

"David..." John's voice is strained to breaking and past David's shoulder 'which I'm barely tall enough to see over' he radiates tension.

"Please, stop."

"But, why? If what you say is true, this won't bother you one bit," David says easily, caressing the side of my neck.

He pulls the collar of my shirt aside and lowers his head, nuzzling my skin with his nose and lips.

I shudder with a horrible mix of revulsion and arousal as a low purr rumbles in his chest.

"Mmm, delightful. Perhaps you wouldn't mind sharing, John? We could take turns with him or even... both at once."

I feel his hot breath, the brush of his lips and then... with the startling suddenness of a lightning flash... he's gone.

A second later, the matching thunderclap arrives as he crashes into the wall on the opposite side of the room.

John stands between us, shoulders heaving, eyes blazing and a pair of fangs glinting as he speaks.

"Hands off," he growls. "He's mine."

He turns towards me and approaches and I shrink away, terrified by the look of pure hunger on his face.

Then he's yanked backwards and thrown across the room in turn, crashing into the television and knocking it off the wall.

David dusts off his hands and shakes his head disapprovingly.

"Now, John, if only you'd been honest, we might have avoided this unpleasantness. Clearly your bond is..."

John launches himself at David like a tiger leaping on prey.

The pair crash over the back of the sofa and I skittle away and take shelter in a corner.

As much as I want to help John, it's clear I'd just be getting in the way and possibly getting myself killed if I try to intervene.

Besides, this is obviously a vampire thing and I have no choice but to let them work it out in their own way.

The ensuing battle is difficult to follow.

There are blurs of motion, grunts of pain, crashes and bangs and sounds of things breaking, and finally, John on his back with David standing over him amid the wreckage of the living room.

Both of them have cuts on their faces and arms, torn clothing and mussed hair but John is definitely the worse for wear.

There's a deep gash on his cheek, a bruise darkening one eye and bite marks on his shoulder, bleeding through his shirt, though his more visible injuries seem to heal before my eyes.

"Excellent," David says, smoothing his hair back into place.

"Now that we've established dominance like the animals we are, we can deal with this like civilized people."

He extends his hand and somewhat to my surprise, John accepts it and lets himself be helped to his feet.

"Forgive me for provoking you, John but you understand why I did. What just happened would have happened inevitably, far better that it happened while I was here to intervene. I doubt it would reflect well on your career if you ripped the head off some unsuspecting fellow who happened to flirt with your man and caught you in the wrong mood."

"He's not... my anything," John huffs, nursing his ribs and leaning on a chair for support.

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ffion451 · 2 years

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The Night Darkens Around Us | KTH, OT7

⚠️🔞This fic has a mature focus and SMUT and so it’s really not suitable for minors, sorry🔞⚠️

Summary: At college Taehyung had a huge crush on his friend Namjoon’s distant and aloof study buddy, but what will happen when he finds out he’s the only one of his friends that she was distant with?

Genre: nonidol!au, divorceeFem!OC, reunions?! (IDK?!) Mostly it’s just smutty smut smut with some angst because I can’t not

Pairing: Taehyung x OC, but features OT7

Warnings: SMUT (Oral sex (f>m, m>f), unprotected penetrative sex, some ass play), drinking, some questionable behaviour from men, swearing (as usual)

Word count: 9.3K

Note: This has been kicking about in my WIPs for months now… A quick and messy one shot while I finish up the epilogue to Kick Up the Fire (Chapter 13 just uploaded). Ngl, this is not my best writing, not that I’m all that great 🙃, but this isn’t the standard of KUTF, sorry!

Still, if you read please let me know what you think. I am STARVED of reader interaction and I am HUNGRY!

“Explain all this again to me,” Jeongguk’s brow furrows as he gestures around at the private room in the restaurant.

Namjoon takes a breath, “My best friend from school has just split from her husband and moved back home, and we are commiserating with her and also celebrating her return.”

“Yeah, we know,” says Taehyung in a bored drawl, “I think what Gukkie means is why are the rest of us here? She was your best friend.”

“We’ve stayed in touch, so she, in fact, is still my best friend,” replies Namjoon defensively, “and she was special to all of us, right? I thought it would be nice for Gukkie to meet her.”

The rest of the guys nod in agreement and Taehyung is confused.

“What?” he asks, genuinely nonplussed, “I don’t think I ever said more than a couple of words to her?”

He looks to the closest of all his friends, the one to whom he always turns when he seeks comfort, reassurance or, in this case, the absolute truth, “Jimin, did you have a special relationship with her?”

Jimin’s mouth hangs open and closes again as he blushes; finally, he speaks, “We were close, yeah.”

“Hobi, Jin, Yoongi? You all had this connection with her?” he asks insistently, getting increasingly agitated.

The three men nod awkwardly.

“Tae, man, are you ok? This seems to be really getting to you,” Jeongguk says in a quiet voice, confused as to why Taehyung, who couldn’t have been less interested in attending this dinner moments ago, is now so worked up.

“I’m fine,” Taehyung hisses, clearly not fine at all.

The other men at the table exchange uncomfortable glances.

Jeongguk smiles, “Alright, why don’t each of you tell me about her and then we’ll all know before she arrives and it won’t be as weird as whatever this fucking is.”

Namjoon nods, “Sounds likes good idea -”

Taehyung interrupts him grumpily, “I’ll go first as it’ll obviously be shorter than everyone else. She was friends with Namjoon and they studied together. I lived across campus with Jimin so I didn’t see her as much as the others. We barely spoke. She didn’t seem interested in being friends with me and so we never really talked. That’s it.”

“Is it?” asks Namjoon, “Then why are you so upset?”

“I’m not upset,” snaps Taehyung, running his hands through his hair, “Hobi?”

“She was just a comfort to me,” he says, smiling fondly, “I’d tell all you guys that I was going shopping, which you all believed despite the fact I never came back with clothes, and I’d actually just go over to hers and we’d watch K-Drama and sit quietly. I used to lie with my head in her lap and she’d just stroke my hair and talk to me gently.”

He smiles at Jeongguk and explains, “In those days, I wasn’t good at being honest about needing downtime, I was always bright and smiling and it would exhaust me. She just didn’t expect anything from me and helped me to be honest about how I really felt.”

“She was really important to me, we still talk often,” he says wistfully and everyone smiles.

Taehyung nods to himself, he never really thought about how Hobi had changed with them over the years, but now it’s been said he realised he never thought about it before and feels a little ashamed.

“Jin?” prompts Jeongguk.

Jin explains that when he was self-conscious about roles in drama school that you’d read lines with him; nobody else knew, everyone believed that he was ultra-confident and so he never felt able to admit his insecurity, you’d sensed it though and you helped him through tough times. He admits when he’d been travelling a few months ago that he’d stayed with you.

It goes on; Taehyung listens to Yoongi explain about when he was financially struggling and that when he got hit by a car doing deliveries, you took his job over whilst he recovered so he still had an income; helping him until you could find him a better job. Unsurprisingly, Taehyung finds out that Yoongi too was still in touch with you.

“Jimin,” he says with exasperation, “are you still in touch with her?”

“No, we stopped hanging out in second year,” he mutters, still flushed.

“Tell me,” demands Taehyung.

Namjoon decides all of this has gone far enough and he’s aware you’ll join them soon and that this drama needs to be done by then.

He interrupts, “I told him that I thought you had feelings for her, that’s why.”

The room falls into silence, and everyone looks awkwardly at Taehyung.

“Fine, yes, I liked her. I was really into her, but she wasn’t into me, it’s fine,” he says airily, his voice a little higher than is natural for him.

“I didn’t know,” Jimin says quietly, “I really didn’t.”

Nervously, he can’t seem to stop talking, “She thought you didn’t like her, she said you’d look at her like shit on your shoe.”

“She made me nervous!” Taehyung whines, before rolling his eyes and looking away, “God, this is so fucking stupid.”

He looks at Jimin and notices how he avoids eye contact and his suspicion is immediately aroused.

“You wouldn’t stop hanging out with her just because I liked her… Wait. You got it on with her? Was it once, or a regular thing?” he asks perceptively narrowing his eyes, and Jeongguk sucks in air dramatically.

“It was regular for a few months,” Jimin says, “we never had sex, we just dated a bit, and we didn’t say in touch: I wasn’t invited to the wedding like these guys.”

Taehyung simply stares and Jimin stares back, awareness dawning on him.

“It was then he knew he fucked up,” says Jeongguk, trying to lighten the mood, it fails spectacularly.

“So,” says Taehyung, shaking his head, “you all went to her wedding, not just Namjoon, and nobody told me.”

He stands up, “I’m out,” and nobody says anything as he leaves.

Jeongguk moves to follow, “Give him space,” says Namjoon, gesturing for him to take his seat, “I think we all realise it was more than a crush.”

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Scowling, Taehyung collects his coat and sweeps out of the restaurant, turning his collar up against the cold before burying his hands in his pockets and striding down the street.

He feels, rather than sees, you as you walk towards him, and he fixes his gaze on the pavement.

Again, he feels you pause as he passes you, and he’s mere metres from you when you call out his name; he curses himself for automatically flinching at the sound, making it clear he heard you, but he still rushes on, ducking into a small pub.

Confused, you enter the restaurant. When you’ve greeted your friends, and been introduced to Jeongguk, you think you might as well be the one to address the tension in the room.

You wave your hand at the empty chair, “So, anyone want to tell me why Taehyung just skedaddled out of here and ignored me on the street?”

Namjoon shifts awkwardly, “A silly argument,” he says, trying to smooth things over.

“Ah, ok,” you say, looking at the menu, still in your coat and still standing, “Does everyone know what they want as appetisers?”

There’s a general consensus that everyone does and so you turn to Namjoon, giving him your order, “Would you order for me and Taehyung?” you ask sweetly as you turn to leave, “I’m going to go fetch him.”

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“I’m afraid there’s nowhere to run now,” says a soft voice from beside Taehyung, as you sit on the bar stool beside him.

Taehyung breathes your name in his husky voice, and it’s little more than a whisper. He ignores your statement and focuses on his whisky glass instead of looking at you, “it’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” you say flatly, “I know you were never my biggest fan Taehyung, and you certainly don’t owe me anything, but the mood is fucked in there now. Would you please consider coming back? I’m sure whoever pissed you off is sorry.”

He scoffs, “Really?”

He’s wants to ask what if it’s you who pissed me off? but he can’t bring himself to when he finally regards your sad eyes and hopeful expression.

“Really,” you say gently.

“What if I bring the whole mood down with my grumpiness?” he grumbles but there’s a slight teasing lilt to his voice now.

“I survived your grumpiness directed at me all through college, Taehyung,” you laugh casually, “I can make it through a dinner.”

“I never disliked you,” he says suddenly and is mortified to realise he’s blushing.

You’re quiet for a moment, utterly confused, but you don’t want him to feel uncomfortable so you speak, “That’s a surprise,” you say, trying to sound light, “I’ll do you a deal then, come back with me now and if you’re still in a grump after dinner we can come back here and I’ll buy you an apology whisky and you can tell me what I did to annoy you, or possibly not, in college.”

Your smile is warm and genuine and he smiles back, “How about you get me that whisky anyway, grump or not?”

You laugh, “You’re on, let’s go.”

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Dinner passes smoothly, you sit between Namjoon and Hobi and you all share conversation around the table smoothly over dinner.

Taehyung is pleased to notice that you’re no different with Jimin than any of the rest of them and it puts him at ease.

You, however, notice the tension between Jimin and Taehyung and you draw the truth out of Jin about it when you run into each other while he’s on his way to, and you’re on your way back from, the restrooms.

You’re about to return to the dining room when Jin asks you a final question, “We all thought you and Jimin were going at it, why didn’t you sleep with him?”

You smile sadly, “Haven’t you figured that out?” you sigh, and you return to the table.

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The end of the evening comes by faster than you expect and, as Taehyung helps you into your coat, you ask him quietly, “Do you still want that drink?”

He turns you to face him, flattening your collar and wrapping your scarf about you, and he nods, “Just us though,” he says in a seductively low voice that you try not to let thrill you.

You all leave the restaurant together, and say your goodbyes as everyone shifts about, you realise you and Taehyung will have to explain yourselves and you take the initiative, “Taehyung, I owe you a drink, I believe,”

He’s surprised you’re so open about it, but it makes him feel good and he feels petty, but pleased, to see Jimin’s eyes widen.

“Lead the way,” smiles Taehyung, offering you his arm and you loop yours through it. The rest of the guys make their way in the opposite direction, but after a few steps, Jin turns around and smiles back at you and Taehyung, arm in arm, bathed in the garish neon of the street as the dusk settles.

“I think I’ve figured it out now,” he says with a smirk, and you smile back, whilst Taehyung looks confused beside you.

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Several whiskies on and you and Taehyung have moved past polite conversation to the miserable details of the end of your marriage and his own messy love life.

Finally, with enough alcohol in his system, he asks, “How come you had all these special relationships with the guys and you and I didn’t even talk?”

You smile, “Because you looked at me like you couldn’t stand me most of the time. Always frowning and glaring - to be honest I found you really intimidating.”

“Jimin said that you told him I looked at you like shit on my shoe,” he mutters.

“I don’t remember saying that,” you reply, “but I probably did, because that’s how it felt.”

“I didn’t though!” whines Taehyung, and you begin to realise he’s had more than enough to drink.

“I think it’s time to go home, Taehyung,” you say gently.

“Maybe you’re right,” he says, “I’ll walk you home first.”

“I’m at a hotel at the moment, before I move into my new place,” you say, blushing, “it’s not a great place, I’d be embarrassed for you to see it.”

“Then you’ll stay with me,” Taehyung says, “I have a guest room and I live alone.”

“No, I couldn’t,” you protest.

“You’re a bit drunk too,” he reasons, “you’re safer with me than alone in a sketchy hotel. Seoul’s no place to be drunk and alone,” he mumbles.

You try to look intimidating and serious, “I’m only a little drunk,”

He smiles affectionately down at you as he stands, and pats you on the head, “You are only a little drunk,” he laughs, pleased with his terrible joke.

You groan, and he giggles.

“Let’s get one more and we’ll go,” he smiles and you give in to him.

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“You’re very pretty,” his voice is slurred slightly, and you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear. His hand slides up your leg lightly and you shiver as your phone buzzes.

You read the message from Namjoon surreptitiously: We’re only around the corner, meet you out the back in 5 mins?

“Hey,” you say smoothly, escaping his hold, “I’ve got to go to the restroom,. Could you do something for me though?” you tell him one final thing before you slide out of his grasp.

You head to the back of the pub, bypassing the restroom door and making your escape out the back door where you find both Namjoon and Yoongi waiting for you, smiling but obviously concerned.

“You’re coming home with us,” Namjoon’s tone is commanding, but kind, and in response your lip wobbles slightly, your emotions getting the better of you.

“No arguments,” grins Yoongi, throwing his arm around your shoulder, “let’s go…”

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Taehyung’s nostrils flare as he tries to maintain his patience, “Sorry, could you repeat that?”

“I said,” replies the drunken business man, taking his time enunciating the syllables, with the tone of one addressing a simpleton, “that your sister has been ages in the restroom and she said to tell you if you came over that you should follow your own plans at the bar for the night and she’d do her own thing.”

The man smirks, “I was hoping it was me she was going to do, but I think she bailed,” he says with surprising acuity.

Taehyung wants to punch him but resists as it’s then that his phone pings - it’s a text from Namjoon: Nice one,Tae. Nice moves. Yoongi and I picked her up. Enjoy your night.

Yoongi’s follow up message is less subtle: Enjoy your foursome dickface, is this revenge on her for not knowing you liked her in college?

Taehyung is ready to scream in frustration.

He’d been at the bar, getting your final drinks in when one of his colleagues from work started a conversation with him, along with a couple of her friends. If he was forced to, he’d admit it was all a bit flirtatious, especially as he’d hooked up with that colleague a couple of times in the past, and he did get distracted. Clearly he had, because he didn’t even notice this sleazy shit that you’d clearly tried to evade.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” hisses Taehyung, while the guy looks confused.

“I’m sure she’s fine, man,” the drunken guy says stupidly, his moment of insight having passed, “hey, do you think you could gimme her number?”

Taehyung’s already dialling Namjoon and pulling his coat on, “She’s not my fucking sister,” he hisses, swooping out from the pub.

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Back at Namjoon and Yoongi’s you’re dressed in Joon’s sleep shorts and one of his tees which drowns you as the three of you settle on the couch with yet more soju.

“What shall we watch?” asks Joon, tossing the remote in the air and catching it.

“Not a drama,” you say. You had thought that Taehyung was flirting with you tonight, and, to your now crushing embarrassment, you’d flirted back. Clearly he hadn’t been though, or worse, he had and it was so meaningless that he could forget it the second other women started talking to him. So no, you’re not interested in watching any romance right now.

Yoongi reads your look, and smiles sympathetically, “I don’t want anything sappy. Reservoir Dogs?,” he suggests and you smile gratefully back.

“Bring it on,” you grin, clinking glasses with Yoongi while Joon starts up the film.

If you were less tipsy, you might have asked why the drinks were slightly warm. If you had, then maybe things would have worked out very differently.

As the night goes on, the end of the film marks the beginning of a Tarantino marathon, until you all fall asleep on the couch, through a lethal combination of drunkenness and tiredness. Some time in the early hours, Joon wakes up and disentangles you from Yoongi, carrying you to the guest room before rousing his friend and wobbling to their own beds.

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The next morning plays out like a farce: Yoongi, the lighter sleeper, is woken by knocking at the door and a flurry of activity ensues as they desperately try to get ready and gone against the clock.

Both Joon and Yoongi’s phones were off to avoid Taehyung’s calls and messages last night. If they hadn’t been, they’d have remembered that he was coming over in the morning to wait for their new fridge to be delivered as they both had a work meeting they’d completely forgotten about.

In the frenzy, neither think or even seem to remember that you are asleep in the guest room and so neither tells Taehyung, who quickly moves to the living room out of the way, and thus misses seeing your coat and shoes at the door.

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A couple of hours later you wake up, mouth fuzzy but surprisingly not too hungover, and you clamber straight into the en-suite shower making use of the guest toiletries and making a mental note to replace the new toothbrush you open.

You step under the warm water with a sigh of relief and resolve that now you’re home you’ll simply just pick up where you left off with your friends, including the distance from Taehyung.

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Lounging over the sofa, Taehyung sits up suddenly at the sound of movement down the hall: he hears a bang and he moves to investigate. A quiet whimpering suggests to him that one of the dogs has got shut up in a room accidentally; he’d been stroking Rapmon’s soft fur and so he assumes it’s Holly and sets off to investigate.

In the guest room, towel dried and in your underwear, you head into the shower to pick up the jewellery you’d taken off, only to slip on the steam-slicked floor, landing with a heavy thud and knocking the wind out of your lungs. The most you can do is let out a low whimper of pain, as you lie for a moment trying to catch your breath.

Moments later you hear the door open, and you call out feebly in a weak wheeze, “No! Not dressed, am winded.”

Fuck, thinks Taehyung, what now?

“It’s only me, Tae, here, Joon and Yoongi are out all day. You sound hurt? I don’t think I can leave you.”

“Yes you fucking can,” you whimper, beneath the clear warning is outright panic and embarrassment.

“You sound terrible,” he says, lingering in the doorway, “let me help,”

“No,” is the only reply you give him, but he notices you sound a little weaker and he makes up his mind.

“Sorry,” he says flatly and resolutely, “can’t leave you like this, I’m coming in.”

You groan and try to move but it’s too late. He takes all of you in at once, your head, cushioned by the towel wrapped around it, your smooth, sprawled limbs, the lace of your pale blue underwear, your breasts heaving as you try to draw breath and finally your pained but enraged face.

Before you can react beyond scowling at him, he’s scooped you up and carried you into the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed.

You’re grateful to be off the floor, and moments later, grateful to have his hands off you. You don’t miss the darkening look he casts over you as you lay before him and, petulantly, you yank the sheet on the bed over your exposed body.

“Thanks,” you mutter begrudgingly, your breath slowly coming back to you.

To your chagrin, he takes a seat on the bed beside you and simply sits there for several long moments as you recover yourself.

Finally, he looks at you gently, “I’m sorry about last night -” he begins.

You wave your hand at him dismissively, sitting up in bed as you recover yourself, careful to pull the sheet with you, “Not necessary,” you say, a little coldly, “it made no difference to me. In fact, it meant that I got to spend more time with Joon and Yoongi and didn’t have to impose on you. Better for both of us, in the end.”

“I wanted you to stay though,” he says in a small voice, feeling a bit pathetic, “we were going to watch My Neighbour Totoro.”

You want to say ‘Didn’t you watch it with your three friends?’ but there’s no way you can without sounding spiteful, and worse, jealous. It doesn’t matter though because, as you consider how to reply, Taehyung seems to read your mind.

“I didn’t go home with any of those girls,” he says earnestly, “I’m sorry I got distracted by them - I work with one of them,” he tries to explain.

This is easier ground for you, and you reply swiftly, “It’s none of my business and I don’t care.”

“That’s a bit cold,” he fires back.

You weren’t expecting that, and immediately it riles you, “No colder than disappearing on me to do your thing and leaving me to have to fight off a drunken sleazebag.”

“I’m sorry about that,” he says genuinely, “if I’d seen I would have gotten rid of him.”

“I didn’t need your help, Taehyung,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I just wish you had better manners so I could have simply left.”

Taehyung does not like the insinuation that he’s rude, even if he knows you’re right about his behaviour last night, but he was drunk and nervous and giddy about being around you again.

“You did simply leave,” he says, imitating your tone, “and was it good manners to tell that dude that I was your, and I quote, ‘pathetic fuckboy brother’ and then call my friends to come and get you?”

The argument continues: you argue about texting Joon an SOS; you argue that it was him who said Seoul was no place to be drunk and alone at night; you argue about the fact that his friends are also your friends; you argue about the definition of the term fuckboy. You argue until you are both flushed with annoyance and your blood thunders in your veins.

Somewhere in the battle of words you fully regained your breath and had let go of the sheet and now Taehyung watches as again your chest heaves before him. Somehow, in the heated exchange he got closer to you, moving to sit on his knees on the bed before you. Now he gives in to his base instinct and he almost lunges over you, his hands gripping the headboard behind you as he crashes his mouth into yours.

You move you hands to his chest to shove him off, but instead, you end up wrapping your arms about him as you surrender to the kiss, his tongue licking against yours. He lets you of the headboard with one hand and uses that to draw you closer as your legs struggle against the sheet to part so you can have him between your thighs.

As the passion of the kiss increases and is soundtracked by your eager soft moans and his needy groans, he gently rolls his growing hardness between your legs as his thumb plays with a nipple through the lace of your bra, drawing a deep gasp from you into his mouth which causes his cock to throb.

Suddenly, a loud, harsh rap comes at the front door.

“Fuck,” hisses Taehyung, “the fridge.”

He looks at you warmly, his face flushed, “Don’t go anywhere,” he says lustily, “I’ll be back soon,” and with a soft kiss to the end of your nose, he departs.

The spell is broken for you and you regain your senses. What are you thinking? Fucking Taehyung is possibly one of the worst sober ideas you’ve ever had and now the fog of pure want and desire has lifted you know you have to get out of there.

You dress swiftly and creep into the hallway, you hear Taehyung’s voice with the delivery men in the kitchen and so you swiftly shrug on your coat and slip on your shoes before fleeing as quietly as you can.

The journey back to the hotel is horrible, you’re flustered and embarrassed and you get lost a few times. When you finally arrive, you realise you’ve lost your key card and have to negotiate with the front desk to get in your room. Finally, you’re able change into clean underwear and comfy clothes in the shabby, but clean, safety of your hotel room and you finally text Namjoon back. You omit the near-miss with Taehyung but tell him you’d spoken and tell him for the millionth time that you’re not angry with him for forgetting you were there.

Back in his house, having just seen Taehyung off, Joon has a funny feeling that he’s being lied to by both of you.

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You’re gently aware, as you wake up from a nap, of a body beside you and you sit up, startled.

Taehyung grins at you, twirling the ‘lost’ key card in his fingers; he’d stolen from your coat pocket when he answered the door to the delivery men. Luckily for him, but not you, it was still encased in the little paper wallet with the hotel’s name and the room number on it.

“I thought we agreed that just abandoning someone without explanation was rude?” he says teasingly.

“Fuck off, Taehyung,” you growl, “you can’t just steal my key and let yourself in to my room, you fucking creep.”

He only smirks, “Let’s just skip the arguing and pick up where we left off,”

“Not going to happen,” you say, climbing off the bed and moving to the door.

“Leave,” you command, holding the door open.

Taehyung clambers off the bed and puts the key card down on the bedside table.

For a moment as he nears you, you think he’s going to leave without another word, but you should have realised, Lady Luck is on Taehyung’s side, not yours.

Instead, he pushes the door out of your grasp so it slams shut, and the next thing you know you are pushed against it, you jump instinctively, legs wrapping around him as he drives you into the door and kisses you deeply, rolling his hips into you and moaning against your mouth and you make out hungrily for several minutes that feel like an eternity.

“Come home with me,” he groans, “please, I won’t try to take this further if you don’t want, but I don’t want to leave you here. I don’t like the thought of you in this place.”

You smile at him, running your fingers through his hair, feeling his tight grip on your thighs, “I don’t know what’s happening between us Taehyung, but it’s not a good idea.”

He doesn’t look surprised, it seems that he can read your mind again, “Let’s just try to be friends then, we never managed that, did we? Come with me, stay with me. I won’t jump on you.”

You smirk at him, feeling the bulge in his trousers pressing into you, “Really?”

He blushes at that and smiles guiltily, “I’ll do better.”

Your smile falters, “Why, Taehyung? You never had any interest in me before.”

He leans forward, kissing the soft skin of your neck, “Oh baby,” he breathes against you, “that’s a conversation we’re not ready to have.”

He lets you go gently, “Will you come with me?”

It’s an insane idea. You know it is, yet teased to the point of insanity by him you can only nod as your feet connect with the floor, and within the half hour your bags are in Taehyung’s hands and you’re following him out of your hotel.

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Taehyung has settled you into the guest room, and you’ve made yourself comfortable. Now, several hours later, after talking old memories of college and making and eating dinner together, you sit in front of the TV in the darkening light.

He’s put on My Neighbour Totoro, and you’ve found yourself almost cuddled up together as you unwisely drink more alcohol and lounge on his sofa.

After a long silence, he says “Why did you and Jimin hide that you were dating from me?”

Though you expected this question to come at some point, you’re still surprised, “Because it felt weird to us both I think,”

“It didn’t ever feel right between us and I think that’s why we were quiet about it. I don’t know why Jimin never said anything to you, but you and I weren’t close so I had no reason to.”

“I know why Jimin didn’t say anything to me,” he says decisively.

You sit up a little from your position beside him and turn to face him, drawing your knees up in front of you, “Why?,” you ask curiously.

Taehyung hooks his arm under your legs and draws them across his lap, forcing you to scoot closer to him. He offers his shoulder and extends his arm as though it’s entirely natural. Sleepy and craving human comfort, you lean into him, unaware of the thrill your gentle sigh provokes.

“I don’t think I can tell you right now,” he says cryptically and you only grumble in response.

“What did Jin figure out last night?” he asks back, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“I don’t think I can tell you right now,” you say teasingly and he squeezes your legs.

“Aish!” he exclaims, running his hand up and down your shin teasingly.

After that, you don’t speak for a long time and you both fall asleep in front of the TV. When you wake up a few hours later, you cringe to see how uncomfortable Taehyung’s position is, whereas yours is gloriously comfy, nuzzled into him. He smells gorgeous, earthy and somehow fresh; musky but citrusy too.

You wonder how, for a second consecutive night you’ve ended up passing out on a sofa, and you shake your head in disappointment at yourself. You manage to rouse him and you submit when he leads you with him to his room, pulling you into the bed with him and encasing you in his long limbs.

You’re uncomplaining; even before your divorce you’d been subjected to months of lying back to back with your husband in hostile silence. In contrast, the warmth of Taehyung’s embrace is like a soothing balm. You know it will be awkward when you wake up, but nonetheless you stay in his arms and fall back into a deep sleep.

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When Taehyung wakes the next morning the first thing he senses is the warmth of your body as he pulls you close to him.

He inhales the sweet scent of your hair, and then, suddenly aware that that might not be ok with you, he releases you and rolls away to the colder side of the bed.

He watches though as you reach out for him, pawing for him sleepily, and so he feels no guilt as he pulls you close to him, wrapping you in his arms and the duvet as you shiver slightly. You snuggle closer to him, rubbing against his morning wood enticingly.

“Please stop,” he groans, “I’m trying to behave here.”

Your eyes fly open in embarrassment and you bound from the room, muttering about needing the bathroom. After a long while, Taehyung realises you’re not coming back. Rolling onto his back he stares at the ceiling as he lets out a huffed breath. Adjusting himself and hauling himself out of bed he stands in the centre of the apartment; wherever you’ve hidden, kitchen, bathroom or your bedroom, you’ll be able hear him.

“Wherever you’ve gone,” he calls out, “you do realise that you can’t hide from me in a two bedroom apartment, don’t you?” though he manages not to laugh he still struggles to contain his amusement, which laces his voice.

Moments later, you emerge sheepishly from the the guest room and he has to bite his lip not to laugh. You’re wearing an enormous pair of sweatpants and an equally too-large sweatshirt, every inch of your body except your bare feet and fingertips are hidden beneath the shapeless outfit. It’s hilarious to him that you think that it’ll make him want you less, or that it will do anything to change the perfectly-detailed, preserved memory he has of what you look like in your underwear. He knows that telling you any of that though will only make you withdraw further from him and so he just flashes you a beaming, boxy smile, “Breakfast?”

He smiles in satisfaction when you nod meekly and say, “Yes, please.”

The rest of the morning, and in fact the next few days, pass reasonably uneventfully. Taehyung is frustrated by your apparent ability to read his mind and your constant awareness of anything that might be a compromising situation between you two and so you successfully avoid any attempt he makes at getting closer to you.

After a week, Taehyung gives up, deciding it’s clear you don’t want him and that it would be pathetic for him to keep trying. In the space that creates, over the month you live with him you find you have much in common and are more alike than you could have anticipated. A genuine friendship blossoms between the two of you and without either of you realising it; you become deeply important to each other and much closer than you’d ever have expected.

Now, the evening before you’re due to move out and into your new place, Taehyung is explaining to Jin that you two are only friends no matter how it might appear to him. He explains that whilst he does still lust over you, it all came to nothing and you couldn’t be less interested in him.

“You guys actually talk now though,” Jin points out, “like real friends. That has to be an improvement, surely?”

It’s then that Taehyung realises that’s true. He’s spent so much energy trying to get physically close to you that he hadn’t fully appreciated how close you two had become and he smiles, “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he says to his friend, catching your eye from across Namjoon and Yoongi’s living room where you sit talking to Hobi.

You smile back and there’s a warmth there that tugs not just at that spot deep in his stomach that sparks in his cock too, but also in his chest. Is he falling for you all over again? He thinks that he might be, but strangely, it doesn’t seem to bother him at all.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be just trying to fuck her,” Jin says, before explaining the conversation at the restaurant and what he’s since figured out about your feelings for Taehyung, “maybe you should be aiming for more.”

He tries to peel his attention away from you, yours has long since returned to Hobi, but he can’t draw his eyes from your lit up face as you chat animatedly. Finally he turns to Jin and fixes him with a slightly quizzical look, “You reckon me and her could be a thing?”

His friend nods enthusiastically, “Yeah, I love you both and I think you’d be good together.”

Taehyung only hums in response, chewing his bottom lip, as he contemplates Jin’s words.

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Much later than night, back in Taehyung’s apartment, you pack up the last of your things and wonder what’s gotten into Taehyung. He’d been strangely quiet on the walk home, no flirtatious teasing or soft touches, just a brooding sort of silence.

When you’d gotten back into the apartment and given him the gift you’d bought to thank him for hosting you he’d been grateful, but his hug had been so fleeting you wondered if he suspected you had something infectious and he’d quickly excused himself to go to bed.

Wondering what best to do, you think you’ll just say goodnight, but as you approach his door, you can hear his laboured breaths in between low moans of pleasure. You’d suspect he was fucking someone if you weren’t absolutely certain that it was only the two of you at home.

What to do now? You wonder, feeling a dull throb take residence in your core and a moistness start to seep between your folds. Your still quite tipsy from the gathering and Namjoon and Yoongi’s and so you act.

Impulsively, you knock firmly at the door, “Taehyung, have you seen my green hoodie? I can’t find it anywhere and I’m packing the last of my stuff,” it’s a good excuse; you know where your hoodie is, it’s in his room, where you left it earlier after you’d sat chatting on his bed when he refused to get up at midday.

“Fuck,” you hear him mutter quietly, but you take it as your cue, pushing the door wide open.

“Sorry, didn’t catch tha-” you begin, but are silenced in shock. Your body blocks the light behind you from flooding the room, but it doesn’t stop the beam that stretches across the room like a stage spotlight; it leaves Taehyung’s reddened face in shadow, but perfectly lights up his throbbing cock, glistening with precum, and currently strangled in his veiny hand. You’d expected to catch him in the act, but you didn’t expect it to be quite so hot, or for Taehyung to be quite so big.

Rapidly, he pulls his bedsheets over his naked body and stutters, “Jesus, get out!” at you, in more embarrassment than anger.

You’re not offended at all though, in fact the main emotion you feel is disappointment as he hides himself from you and so you act without thinking, made bold by the booze in your veins.

“I’m so sorry,” you say, crossing the room towards him and climbing, still in your leggings and tee, under the covers beside him.

“Uh, what are you doing?” he asks, but his tone gives him away, there’s far more excitement than nerves present.

Emboldened further, you pull the sheets off him and he lets you, “Uh,” you tease, “What have you been doing? Naughty…”

He turns away from you slightly but you cage his left thigh between yours and slip your hand around his waist so he’s on his back, half on the bed, half reclining against you and he groans in pleasure.

You place one hand on the flat of his stomach, tantalisingly near his erect cock and the other grips his right thigh. Immediately his left arm hooks around you, his hand gripping your upper arm and his right hand closes over yours, interlacing your fingers together. He tries to buck his hips slightly, desperate for you to touch him, but with one thigh trapped between yours he’s kept still on the bed.

“Touch me, please,” he almost growls and you kiss his ear gently in response, biting at the lobe as you shake his hand from yours, where his falls to fist the sheets and you turn your attention to his tight balls, delivering a few short sharp but light slaps that has him hissing between his teeth before you gently massage the space between his balls and ass, clenching tightly round his leg to keep him pinned in place.

You keep up your torture for a while until his pleading overwhelms you and you begin to massage his balls, pulling them tenderly and working at the soft flesh between them where they meet the base of his impressive cock. The low moans he releases travel straight to your core and you find yourself rubbing gently against his tensed thigh. Lost as he is in his own lust and pleasure, Taehyung still notices and pushes his thigh harder against your needy core.

“That’s it,” he moans, “ride my thigh like a bitch in heat,” he smirks. You’re quick to wipe that from his face though as you circle the sensitive head of his cock with the lightest of touches with the flat of your palm, the other hand still working his sack, his breath shudders then and all hint of cockiness has gone.

“You were saying?” you tease sweetly, “who’s the bitch now?”

Taehyung doesn’t even hesitate, “I am, fuck it, I am!” He cries out, “Please, please touch me.”

“I am touching you,” you continue to tease, grinning as you kiss and suck at his throat.

“Grab my fucking dick, please!” he whines. Smiling, you comply gently but he still yells and you’re almost bucked from the bed as he thrusts up into your hand.

You take mercy on him then and start to pump him slowly, using his precum as lube. To your frustration you have to cease your thigh riding; it takes all your effort to keep his jerking hips on the bed.

You continue to tease at his balls and his cock for long minutes, working the head, shaft and frenulum and you enjoy watching the sweat bead on his brow; the gorgeous furrowing of his thick brows; the infinitely sexy D-shape of his gaping, gasping, panting mouth.

You notice he trembles more and more in anticipation every time your massage gets near his asshole, his asscheeks clenching desperately.

“Tae,” you whisper in his ear as you slow your pace, twisting you wrist around his shaft, “do you want something?”

He turns to look at you then and you realise you’ll never forget the sight: he’s sweaty as hell, his eyes are blown out with lust and he’s a trembling wreck. He nods desperately at you, muttering, “Finger inside, please.”

Then he turns and stretches, releasing the sheets to grab a bottle of lube from the beside table before opening it with a kind of frenzied urgency, squirting it all over your waiting hand. He throws it to one side then, his left arm grasping you even more tightly, his large hand palming your breast, his other hand rubbing mindlessly from his thigh, up his stomach and chest, spending time rubbing at his nipples before sliding his hand back down and repeating the motion as he nears his high; you almost stop you ministrations as you watch him, convinced you’ll never see anything as hot as long as you live.

Despite the sight before you, you’re desperate to please him and so you turn your attention back to pleasing him. Carefully and gently, you slide your hand down and gently work your index finger into him as he relaxes to take you, though as soon as you reach the sweet spot he needs he clenches immediately around you, groaning lustily. You keep a steady pace then, gently pumping your curled finger, pressing rhythmically just where he wants while you jerk his cock firmly.

The last half hour has been torture for Taehyung and it’s not just you edging him; it’s taken all his self-control not to throw you onto your back, rip those leggings off you and plunge himself into the hot cunt he can feel soaking through them onto his thigh. Yet right now, he’s lost in pleasure, so near to his high that he can feel the whole world disappearing as he enters that glorious space where there is only pure sensation, pure pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking close, gonna come,” he manages to grunt out, wanting to give you warning. You shoulder his arm off you, and for a moment he’s confused until he feels your upper body rise and he realises that Lady Luck is definitely as much of a bitch for him as he is for you, because he knows what you’re going to do and it causes his abs to clench.

“Come down my throat,” you instruct as you take him in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you blow him, your firm grip still working the base of his cock, your finger still pressing against his prostate.

It only takes a minute more for his orgasm to hit him with explosive force. He screams out, throwing his head back as he releases into mouth, his ass clenching furiously around your finger as his hips and abs twitch and clench uncontrollably. You help him ride it out, before you gently ease your finger from him and your mouth off his cock as you swallow his load.

He lays back, collapsed on the bed, utterly spent and satisfied; you place a gentle kiss to his temple, whispering “Thanks again for hosting me,” in your most seductive voice. You still feel bold, now not from the alcohol but the satisfaction of clearly giving him one of the best orgasms he’s ever had. Taehyung can only hum happily in response, too blissed out to be really aware of his surroundings. You take the opportunity to slide silently from the bed, creeping out from the room and heading to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Several minutes later, exhausted yourself, but now with clean hands and between your thighs cleaned up (though there’s no rescuing your soaked underwear), your mind turns to where you might have packed your vibrator away to as you smirk at your reflection, still a little proud of yourself for turning Taehyung into such a mess. Finally, retying your hair, you turn the bathroom lock. As you open the door, you shriek in surprise to find a still sweaty and still very naked Taehyung standing outside, glowering and breathing deeply.

“Sorry,” you say lightly, trying to mask your panic, “you startled me! I’m all done though, go ahead,” you say, gesturing to the bathroom as you try to slink past him.

His hand closes around your arm as you pass and he jerks your body close to his, “I’m not done though,” he says in a dangerously low voice, turning towards you and walking you backwards into the guest room until the backs of your knees collide with the bed, you fall down onto it as he finally releases your arm.

Your breath is shallow as you look up at him, noticing his twitching cock as he hardens. He looks almost feral with desire, his eyes black and his breathing laboured. When he speaks though his voice is surprisingly needy, “I want you.”

You can only gulp nervously, but you nod up at him and he grins, falling to his knees with a solid thump that you imagine must be painful. He doesn’t seem to notice though as he reaches over you, hooking his fingers into your underwear and leggings and dragging them down your legs and off together. His large hands then part your thighs and, without hesitation, he licks a long, wet stripe up through your folds and you yelp in surprise.

He smirk ups at you then, “Someone’s cleaned up,” he teases, grabbing your underwear from your leggings before waving the glistening wetness in them at you, “trying to pretend you weren’t grinding on me earlier?”

You flush then, but it’s nowhere near the embarrassment that you feel when he brings them to his face and inhales deeply, “Fucking delicious,” he moans with lust and you feel yourself flood. He discards them then, hands hooking around your thighs again only to yank you harshly to the end of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he begins to lap at your folds hungrily, using his fingers to part you until his lips graze your clit. The soft mewling whimpers you’d been making turn sharper then, imbued with a keening need and you feel the smug bastard smirk into you before he wraps his mouth around your clit and starts sucking with a harsh ferocity that causes you to scream out, back arching as you thrust yourself into his face.

You lose all track of time over the next minutes, as he uses his fingers, nose and talented tongue to bring you to the edge of orgasm with maddening ease, denying you your final release each time. It’s only when tears stream down your face and your a blubbering mess, only able to chant his name that he finger fucks you hard with three of his long fingers, mouth firmly attached to your clit until you cum undone, screaming his name before your whole body convulses.

At the foot of the bed, Taehyung wants to push you into overstimulation, to watch as you try to crawl away from him, but he’s so fucking hard and so fucking hungry for you and the feel of your hot, wet cunt spasming around his fingers is driving him crazy and so he’s off his knees in an instant, throbbing cock in hand as he spreads the wetness from his fingers over it.

You feel the bed dip as Taehyung climbs onto the bed and you weakly clamber up it, letting your thighs fall open permissively at the sight of his lascivious gaze and throbbing dripping cock.

“I need you to say yes,” he groans desperately and you nod as he runs the wet tip of his cock through your folds.

“Fuck me, Tae,” you beg shamelessly.

It’s all he needs to hear as he sinks slowly and deliberately inside you with one long moan, forcing his way through your tight, tense passage, enjoying how the aftershocks of your orgasm cause your walls to flutter and tense around him. When he’s finally buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against your ass he pauses, hissing between his teeth, before he leans over you to suck at your neck, grounding himself for a moment.

Beneath him, you pulse at the sensation of being absolutely stuffed full of him. Never before have you felt so stretched or filled by a cock, or anything, in fact. You wrap your legs around his waist and murmur, “You can move.”

He pulls back and smiles at you, it’s genuine and very sweet as he lets out an embarrassed chuckle, “I don’t know if I can,” he admits, “you’re so fucking tight I think I might end up a two pump chump.”

You laugh at that and he groans, “Fucking stop clenching like that or I’ll spill straight away.”

You quieten then, and stroke the hair from his face, “Taehyung, you just gave me the best head I’ve ever had, literally mind-blowing, and your cock is fucking splitting me open right now. I can’t take some intense marathon session, I just need you to fucking fuck me.”

He kisses you then, and though it’s mostly tongues and teeth, there’s a tenderness and affection beneath it that allows the kiss to turn slow and deep, your tongues twisting against each others’, teeth pulling at lips before swallow each other again and he he starts to pump into you with the same slow, deliberate action.

When you finally break apart, breathless with swollen lips, you can only gasp one weak instruction at him, “Rail me, Tae.”

He complies instantly, fucking you with deep, hard pistoning strokes into the mattress that make you wonder where the fuck he’s found the energy from. One hand grasps the headboard so he can angle his body and thrust deeper, the other throws your leg up over his shoulder so he can drive in at a deeper angle as he ruthlessly pounds into you, chasing his high. He releases your leg so he can thumb your clit, driving you towards to the edge. You can only cry out, adding your desperate wails to his filthy grunts and the wet squelch of your bodies as his cock drags in and out of you and to the loud slap of flesh against flesh with each forceful thrust.

You scream and your hips jerk as your orgasm explodes from your core and he yells gutturally as your cunt clenches down powerfully on him, managing a few more driving strokes before his own orgasm claims him; he pants out your name like a chant before ramming himself to the hilt and spilling his load deep within you before he collapsing on you, panting.

He kisses along your throat and smiles into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, “Please let me have you,” he whispers.

You laugh feebly at that, your exhaustion not allowing more, “I think you just did.”

He sits up a little at that, and looks at you with a gentle frown, you are throbbing, but Taehyung’s softening cock is still lodged in you, plugging you up, “No,” he asserts, “I mean date me, be my girlfriend, be with me.”

You wince slightly, “Tae, I’m sore,” you whine and he immediately eases out of you; a mix of your fluids and his rushing out of your body causing you to scowl at the feeling.

He asks if you’re ok as he comforts you, fetching a cloth to wipe you up and to soothe your battered folds before you stagger to the bathroom.

He observes the sticky mess of the bed, “We’ll sleep in my bed tonight,” he calls after you, “don’t make me come fetch you again,” he teases.

When you do finally crawl into bed beside him, he’s quick to enclose you in his arms, wrapping around you like a sloth.

“So?” he demands, “you haven’t answered my question.”

You hesitate for a moment and he pulls you onto your back so he can look you in the face, “I was so fucking hung up on you all the way through college,” he admits, “I never thought this would happen. Please give me a chance now. I know you might not have thought I was worth it then, but aren’t I now?”

You smile gently at his pleading look, “Taehyung, you’re such an idiot sometimes, you know that?” you smile softly as he looks nonplussed, “I knew you were worth it then. Why do you think I never made an effort with you when I thought you didn’t like me? It was because I had the biggest, stupidest crush on you, asshole, and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself!”

His face transforms then into a boyish grin of pure delight, “Really?” he says, raising his eyebrows with a cheeky wiggle.

You punch him softly and playfully as you blush, “Yes, ok, yes I did!”

His smile remains, though his voice turns serious, if not yet a little flirtatious still, “So, am I still worth it?”

“After fucking me like that?” you ask with a laugh, “Of course! But also, you’re worth it in every possible way. I’m crazy about you.”

He kisses you then with more tenderness that you’ve experienced in an age, “You and me then?” he asks.

“You and me,” you confirm, returning his kiss as he pulls you back into his tight embrace, determined this time that you’ll never slip away.

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