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sweetiecutie · 9 months

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Pairing: dark! König x fem! Reader

Warnings: yandere behavior, obsession, stalking, gaslighting, drugging, kidnapping. This is only fiction! Never tolerate creepy behavior

A/n: so this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so I decided to finish it as a part of writing event. I’m so proud of this one, like omg, look at me being a writer😆

Your head hurt. That was the first thing you registered as you started to slowly regain consciousness. Your face scrunched up in a grimace of pain as you let out a soft groan, your throat sore, only increasing your discomfort.

You tried to raise your hands to rub on your eyes in attempt to soothe the stinginess - point word - tried. You very soon found that your movements had been restricted by something that felt very much like rope. And not only your hands - your legs were bound tightly together at your knees and ankles, not allowing you to move.

- You’re awake now? - soft voice droned on, making you tense up impossibly more. The most terrifying thing was that you knew exactly who this voice belonged to.

You squinted into direction from which the sound came, your vision still blurry and hazy from the drug. Thankfully, the room was dark, small lamp on the bedside table was the only source of soft yellow light. You could only perceive a bulky figure sitting on a chair not too far from you, piercing blue eyes gazed at you unblinking.

- König..? What’s going on? - you asked, your voice was hoarse and weak from long lack of usage.

Suddenly, memories flashed before your eyes; it was late evening - about 11 pm - as you were walking towards convenience store not so far from your apartment.

You had been in a state of constant desolation lately - days were bleak and boring, blurring into one with their unchanging routine, sending you in deeper state of depression.

Breakup with your boyfriend took a toll on you. You loved König, you really did. Considered spending your life with him, even. But the longer your relationship lasted, the more of real him you saw - controlling, obsessive, manipulative.

It all started out small - constant checking in, questions about your whereabouts and your company, him following accompanying you wherever possible. Surely, it restricted your freedom, but König didn’t mean anything bad! He was just worried for you, concerned about your safety! Is that so bad?

So you let it slip. You overlooked his more controlling tendencies, agreed to giving him passwords to all your social media even, so König could make sure that “no freaks were texting you”. It unnerved you, but he didn’t mean anything bad, did he? He was just being a good caring boyfriend!

And it was like an avalanche. Constant calls and messages, controlling what you were wearing, unwillingness to leave you alone even for a few minutes - that and many other things made a list of what your boyfriend did, only adding to your anxiety. But you tolerated it all, because you loved him. Once, digging through your phone you found something that looked very much like a tracking app. You were outraged. But when you asked König about it - rather aggressively - he just blinked at you with wide innocent blue eyes, saying that maybe you installed it on accident? You know all these bots nowadays, you can never be safe online now. But you know that he would never do something like that, right? How could you even think of something like that?! König was genuinely offended, and you naturally hastened to apologize for your unwise accusations, trying to make it up to him. Deleting this app seemed to be impossible, though, no matter how many times you tried.

Last drop was, however, when König nearly blew out your best friend’s front door, threatening them to keep away from you. “This bitch is putting some fucked up ideas about me into your head” - was his reasoning. And that was it - hell was set free. You had an ugly shouting marathon for hours to no end, with lots of tears and profanities, ending up with a harsh breakup and you blocking König everywhere, cutting him off completely.

And since then you haven’t spoken a word to him. Of course, he came to your apartment countless times, sent numerous gifts and bouquets of your favorite flowers, practically begging for forgiveness. But you knew better than that - it happened before, and even if you forgave him this time, in a few months time everything would be just as it was before.

At present, you were walking down a sidewalk, asphalt damp under your shoes from recent rain. You needed to get some groceries, since your fridge was just as empty as your stomach; and this late of an hour promised as little people around as possible, saving you from unfavorable company of men.

Just as you rounded a corner - a pair of huge strong arms - obviously male - seized your sensibly smaller body; a weird-smelling cloth was pressed tightly over your mouth and nose. In your panicked state you tried to fight back, not registering your own breathing, inhaling lungfuls of drug. Darkness filled your vision rapidly as dizziness overcame all your senses. You felt consciousness quickly slipping away from you, neon lights of convenience store shone brightly before your eyes still.

Panic seized your throat and it was becoming harder to breathe - you tugged and pulled on rough ropes around your limbs, trying to either snap them or slip out of tight confines, thrashing around the mattress relentlessly. König didn’t do anything, just watching you silently with his icy orbs from his spot, not exactly amused not impressed by your behavior. Very soon fatigue took over your already exhausted body, you lay motionless once again, panting heavily as you glared at König’s dark form, vision still unfocused from the drug.

- Drop that. I made sure knots are tight, - he said coldly, continuing to observe you with a sharp stare of a hawk.

You just glared silently, trying to catch your breath. Your body felt heavy - extremely so, as if every limb was made out of lead and not flesh and bone; moving as much as one finger seemed harder than anything and you wondered how you managed to thrash around in the first place. Your head was aching irritably, not allowing you to think clearly - it had to be the side effect of whatever that was König made you inhale previously.

- König, do you realize what you did? - you managed to choke out, panic crashing over you in waves as realization of your current situation finally hit you. Hot tears streamed down your face as you tried to breathe evenly, but it did little to calm you down.

König just leaned in, cupping the side of your face with one of his huge hands, his thumb swiped under your eye, wiping salty tears away with calloused fingertip. You closed your eyes, averting your face from his touch. And oh, he didn’t like it.

König gripped bottom part of your face, force of his grip squeezed your cheeks together as he turned your head forcibly towards himself, making you squeal quietly as you faced him.

- You tried to leave me. And you are very dear to me. I can’t let this happen, - König explained, his voice calm, alarmingly calm. His scarred lips were pressed into a thin pale line, giving a little clue of his rage.

It was another side of him, completely different from what you used to see - a calm, ruthless and collected one; one that you could only imagine, based off some rumors you’ve heard about him and small cracks in his friendly mask König was too careless to hide from you during your relationship. You got glimpses of it a few times - when some drunk dude tried to hit on you when you and König were in the bar together, or when you mentioned how nice one of your male coworkers was. You always made one brutal mistake of brushing it all off, blaming it on König’s tiredness or fierce personality. And that’s where it led you.

- So what are you gonna do now? Keep me here forever? - you tried to scoff, but your trembling voice was way too weak to do so.

König cocked his eyebrow at your brave words, ghost of a smile played on his pursed lips. He shrugged lightly, grip of his fingers on your cheeks eased as he caressed them endearingly with rough fingertips, tickling you slightly.

- If that’s what it takes to keep you with me - then yes, - he shrugged slightly, propping his chin on his free hand, not a single emotion could be deciphered in his voice. These words made your blood turn cold.

He heaved a deep sigh at your frightened expression and trembling body, letting go of your face and reclining into his chair.

- Schatzi, you know I hate this just as much as you do. You think I’m enjoying this? - he asked, his tone was somehow sad and exhausted. But yes, you indeed thought, knew he enjoyed this. You kept silent, choking on your silent sobs, now being extremely aware of thick ropes digging painfully into your soft skin. Panic attack was full on taking over you, suffocating you with numerous sobs, body tensing and shaking incessantly, tears blurring your thus poor vision.

- Now, this all may end if you stop being a little bitch and start acting like an actual adult. We didn’t finish our conversation that last time, and you blocking me everywhere doesn’t make things any easier, - König said, his ice-blue eyes boring holes in your head. But you couldn’t comprehend the meaning behind his words, your brain short-circuited with fear and panic, turning you into a weeping shaking mess.

König heaved another sigh. He got up from his chair, taking a few steps towards your bed and dropping to his knees in front of it, so that his head was right against yours. His hand once again came to caress the side of your face affectionately, tangling into your messy hair and massaging your scalp, cooing soothingly at you.

- I know baby, I know. You need to rest. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe. And then, once you’re strong and rested, we’ll talk again. And we’ll sort everything out and be happy again, just like we used to be, hmm? - König murmured softly as he always did to calm you down during hard times. But it only made you weep harder.

König pressed his lips against your cold forehead, leaving a chaste kiss as he inhaled lungfuls of your scent. He then nuzzled his forehead against yours, mumbling quietly:

- You can’t imagine how much I missed you. How could you do this to me? Hurt me so much even though I only want the bestest for you?

He peppered your face with small kisses, whispering small nothings and caressing your shuddering back. This made you feel nauseous. Your consciousness started to slip away again, your vision darkening rapidly. And just before blacking out, you heard König’s voice, one you loved so dearly once, utter:

- You’re mine, always will be. I’ll make sure of that.

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justjensenanddean · 11 months

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Jensen Ackles Solo Panel | JIBCon 2023 (June 17, 2023)

(NuttyForAckles)

Jensen was headbanging to Smells Like Teen Spirit with Jason, then mentioned that he has that "writer‘s strike hair flow". (x)

jensen will be at the monday concert (x)

‘Take the guitar away, I’ll just sing on Monday!’ (x)

Monday‘s band will be called "No Rob". (x)

Jensen has always wanted to go to Brazil. But when he finally got there, they had so much work to do that he had to stay in the hotel and he never left. He didn’t get to meet locals or see anything. In his mind he hasn’t been there yet. (x)

His prep for Beau Arlen & Ben? Since he didn’t have the history he had with Dean, he had to dig into personal feelings. (x)

Jensen has a major short term memory to learn lines but his long term memory isn’t as good. He has intense scenes and then purges the feelings. (x)

As Beau, he took what he’d feel if the things were happening to his daughter and then tailored it a bit. A lot of Dean was him. As Soldier Boy, for the scene with Butcher about his dad, he dove into Dean and John, because he has a good relationship with his dad. (x)

And in the end he just pretended. Some people can do it and some can’t. Some can paint, some can write, some can do Math. He can’t draw a stick figure, but he can *play* (x)

Dean and Soldier Boy were both just looking for their father’s approval. Jensen jokes that he wondered if he was being type cast. Ben had an opportunity to make it better with his son & grandson, but in the end he reverted back to his DNA. (x)

jensen said that for emotional scene he filmed for soldier boy (about soldier boy's father) he leaned into dean's relationship with john (because jensen has good rs with his own father) (x) he joked about getting type casted for characters with basically daddy issues (x)

Jensen and Jared have both been invited to Hot Ones and wanted to do it years ago, but they couldn’t work it out. And now they have stars so big, he probably won’t get invited anymore. (x)

someone asked about the rumors about batman and jensen was like “i don’t know” “even i know about it i’m not telling you” and he started laugh. (x)

What about being in a top 3 list to play Batman? He doesn’t know, but even if he would know, he wouldn’t tell us. Could he do it? Sure. Does he want to? Yes. (x)

‘When I’m Batman, does my voice have to be… much different?’ (x)

Musical interruption. Jensen is confused and wants to keep answering questions. (x)

The music indicated that he had to spin the wheel. It lands on “drink” and he hugs the wheel, “it’s like it knows me”. He doesn’t actually pour one though but goes back to answering. (x)

(NuttyForAckles)

There were many scenes surrounding the Impala where Jensen had to become Dean and he’d yell at the team when they were driving it or when Jared banged against the car or fart in it. “Not on the seat, she’s been through enough.” So he knew he had to own the car. (x)

One of his old friends got offered Eric Brady on DooL and he called Jensen before accepting. Jensen said “great, knock it out of the park.” (x)

Apparently Mr Rhodes, his first job, was a multicamera sitcom. It was the best schedule he’s been on so far. Soap Opera is next because they have 40+ actors. They will shoot all 80 pages his character has consecutively, shoot an hour or two. They produce one episode in 1hr (x)

You start by 9 am and get a few short breaks, end of the day, 7:30 pm, 80 pages done and he can go home. Daytime actors don’t get enough credit for having to jam in so much story in a short time. On The Boys they get 15 days for 1 episode. (8 on SPN). (x)

One of the actresses on DooL told him first day „hit your mark, say your lines, stay out of my light“. He said „yes ma’am“, earned her respect and she took care of him big time later. (x)

When he went to lunch with Alison Sweeney, who played his evil twin sister, she got heckled and Jensen defended her immediately. She told him to stop because if people hate her, that means she‘s doing her job. (x)

Rich tells us that Jensen is a sitcom and he has his own catchphrase. He plays Jensen entering the set at morning or any room late. "What are we doing?" He has developed a special greeting with Richard out of it. (x)

(NuttyForAckles)

Jensen spend several birthdays in Brad Creasser‘s house, with his wife cooking him dinner. He‘s a good friend of Richard‘s too. Rich acts out a scene on set one day and Jensen is in tears. (x)

When Jensen walked on set of Big Sky, he also went "What are we doing?" Nobody answered, so he repeated it louder. (x)

(Julie_Fleming)

#Jensen Ackles #JIB13 #JIBCon2023 2 #Jensen: Panel Highlights #*

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accidentalshifter · 1 month

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[March 23-24, 2024: Oops, 404! Shifting not Found, Caroline and Elena show up.]

⚜️ TW: My Mikaelsons are a ✨️ problem ✨️ and don't play nice at all. Death, sex, blood, violence, manipulation, and dark themes will probably be present. I don't condone any of the actions taken by these vampires, I'm just recording them. For science.

Shifting Notes:

Ugh, not gonna lie, this trip in wasn't very productive but it DID provide me another clue (about my DR-self) and set up events for later. Not every shift can be a winner, I guess?

Astrological Timing: Sun in Aries, Moon in Virgo. Notable aspect is Venus in Pisces... Creativity, romance, dreams, & devotional acts are enhanced. Mars is at 0 degrees of Pisces, encouraging spiritual action. Moon in Virgo isn't ideal for dream activities, but I wanted to experiment with shifting under an earth moon to see the difference. It did not go well.

⚜️ Throughout this ordeal, my therapist has been really supportive of me and my shifting experiences. She says that documenting my trips & using them as (free therapy) a coping skill for stress is a good tool to have. When I described this particular DR to her, she said that a lot of the elements (a town with many issues, dramatic relationships, and violence) seem to coincide with situations I've already been in, & have yet to heal. This could be the common root that ties my CR-self to my DR. And to the Mikaelsons. Or, you know, I'm my DR/CR-self because it's all literally me. 😅

⚜️ I entered my DR in ghost-mode. Zoey is still deciding on her choice of outfit for the evening, tapping her chin, and staring down at the selection that I had spread out on the couches (the last time I was here).

Available Outfits:

▪︎ White hoodie with angelic wing patterns on the back. White T-shirt with sword and angel wings printed on it. Acid wash jeans that have a few rips in it.

▪︎ Green hoodie with gold oak leaf patterns on it. Green T-shirt with red, sacred heart printed on it. Normal denim jeans. No rips.

▪︎ Blue hoodie with black lacy pattern and big, golden Fleur De Lis on the back. Blue and gold T-shirt with dragon scale pattern on it. Black jeans.

▪︎ Black hoodie with red bat wing pattern & spider web design. Black, skin-tight, long sleeved shirt with keyhole and mock turtle neck. Black ripped jeans.

⚜️ I glance at the time displayed on a glass and gold-plated clock that's placed on the mantle of the fireplace in this room. It's 6:05 pm. I do a doubletake. I notice that this is the same clock my grandparents had sitting on their mantle when I was a kid. Which is weird but also kinda figures... If my DR-self is just another me in a different universe than there has to be some commonalities between us.

⚜️ I pop out of DR and take some time in my CR to listen to: "Hometown" by 21 Pilots. My DR mimics the elements of a TVD episode in that each significant event/s is preluded by a song. Also, it helps me synch with Z and get into 1st person perspective. As soon as I feel synched, I enter my DR again as Z. I decided upon the blue outfit because (my friend said I should) it started with The Originals, so... I gotta rep that Fleur De Lis! Checked myself for wallet, keys, and cellphone. Then, I chose to dig out a purse from the canvas bag just so I had something (better than pockets) to carry my stuff in.

Observation: Out of curiosity, I checked the information on my I.D. Idk, I figured the info might come in handy during conversations in the future. Apparently, I'm from Oregon and a Virgo because it says my birthday is 9-12-1992. Which is weird because in my CR, I'm a Pisces; the opposite of Virgo within the zodiac. Also, I've lived in Oregon! But Oregon is the home of Kai as per TVD canon. Does that mean my DR-self have something to do with the Gemini Coven? God, I fucking hope not.

⚜️ All ready to go, I take my purse, head out the door, and lock up the house behind me. I notice that it's golden hour outside. The sun is sinking into the horizon, shadows growing long, and darker. I see a lot of car traffic as I step out onto the sidewalk of Washington St and peer down it to gaze at the square that's three blocks away from me. There's a ton of people walking down the street and I'm sort of confused about that until I see a sign. It's announcing an "Anual Hops Festival" in lime green on white & emerald hops surrounding it. An errant wind brings the tempting aroma of fried foods and meats to me. It makes the sign tied to the street lamps flutter like they were all waving their hands at me. Extending an invitation to me to join the festival.

⚜️ I followed the crowds towards the square and came to stand at the crosswalk because the green lights were on at the intersection. It blessed me with a brief moment to assess my surroundings. I see food, beer, and gift stalls selling homemade products & trinkets. Like a farmer's market but aided by alcohol. Families with children sit on picnic blankets in the lawn areas of the square. People walk all around with giant pretzels and cold drinks in their hands. There's a huge stall that has these fancy barbecue pits. They're roasting huge chickens and pork ribs slathered with sticky, red sauce. The sounds of delight fill the air. How did they set this up so fast? The square was normal this afternoon. Eh...

⚜️ The intersection flashes red. The crowd I'm in crosses the street towards the park in the square. Suddenly, a voice rises above the ambient noise of the crowd. It's cheerful and bright. Infused with optimism. It's Caroline's voice. "Raffle tickets!!! Come purchase raffle tickets to help fundraise for the Mystic Falls cheerleading squad!" and "Come help raise our team up!". My eyes land on the blonde. I see that she's sitting at a fold-out table with a large donation bucket placed on it. Next to her is a brunette with ramrod straight hair & a silver locket around her neck. Elena. I feel my pulse instantly race. I wasn't prepared to have any (main) character encounters! I was planning to scope things out beforehand. It looks like my DR has other plans...

⚜️ I try to avoid the encounter by continuing to walk with the crowd, ignoring the two, but as soon as I do...Caroline points her finger at me. "YOU!!" she exclaims, "Would you like to purchase tickets? It's for a GOOD CAUSE!". I feel my feet stop. Involuntarily, I turn to look at Caroline and then move towards the table. My CR-self's anxiety is getting worse while Z is like: 'That's weird, my heart is racing'. Care tells me that tickets are 5 $ for 1 ticket, 10$ for 2 tickets, and 20$ for a whole line. Raffle prizes are picked at 10 pm. I catch Caroline's face register that she's never seen me before and asks if I know about Mystic Falls cheer squad. And that they're the best in the state & won competitions.

⚜️ Elena is staring at me. She has the same kind of puzzled/who is this person? look on her face. There's a hint of suspicion mixed in. When I go to answer Caroline's question, I suddenly de-synch with Zoey and wake back up in my CR. UGH. My social anxiety. I know you're supposed to be able to script it out. I can't seem to do that currently. I'll have to go in and try again later. There's a lunar eclipse tomorrow anyways...

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httpknjoon · 2 years

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(re)starting over again | kth; 6

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 3.1k+

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader

warning/s | cliffhanger(?), mentions of the accident, nightmare, an overthinker

note | I'M BACK!!! it's been months and I am so sorry for the lack of update. But now, I'm here with an update! I chose to divide this chapter into two-part as I don't feel like squeezing everything into one post. I'm scared that it will be too much for both me and the readers. 6.5 will be posted in the following week! Anyways, here it is! Let me know your thoughts :))

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Breathe in, breathe out.

You let out a deep sigh with your last exhale. As expected, you did not have any proper sleep. After having a so-called dinner with Taehyung, you tried to busy yourself by emptying your half-filled hamper and cleaning your room. When you were finishing your laundry, Taehyung only passed by in the small laundry room, saying he will go to his bed. You nodded and said good night.

At that point, you cannot help to think that you two were basically housemates. But you just shake it off your head and get back to your chore. Then, you tried cleaning your room at ten in the evening. You were wiping your vanity mirror and vacuuming your floor as quietly as you can. You did not know how many minutes have passed when you found yourself staring at your and Taehyung’s framed pictures. Travel photos, candid selfies, and a wacky one.

It took a few pages of reading an old novel you found under your bed before setting it aside and falling asleep on your bed. Then, you found yourself standing in the same waiting shed near the hospital. The awfully familiar one. It was night. Two ambulances drove by. You felt your phone vibrating in your bag so you reached for it. The caller ID was all blur. Although confused, you answered.

Taehyung. Accident. Taehyung. Accident. Taehyung. Accident. Taehyung. Accident.

Two words are repeated over and over again. It was getting louder and louder. You don’t know what was happening and you wanted to scream. Everything that was in sight: the road, the moving cars, the hospital, is all getting swallowed by this jet-black empty wave.

Then, you woke up, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You leaned on the headboard, sitting up, while your eyes moved around your room. The rising sun was peeking through your curtains and you looked to your bedside table and see that it was only fifteen past five in the morning.

“Good morning, I guess,” you spoke to yourself as you get off the bed.

You knew you are not going back to sleep again. So, you reached last night’s book on your bedside table and walked out of your room to prepare yourself a cup of tea.

Exactly six in the morning, Taehyung’s phone rang as he set this specific alarm days ago when he had his day planned for Lily’s visit. But he was already awake, since almost half an hour ago. He was just lying down, setting his eyes on his cream-colored ceiling. The thoughts in his head are all popping up all at once.

FRIENDS. Lily. Break. Communication. Cheesecake recipe and ingredients. Bakery. Morning. The engagement ring in his closet. You. Communication. Lily. 4 PM. 6 AM. Tulips. Pink. Ross and Rachel. Secret.

He had the same thoughts last night when he tried to sleep after watching that old-school sitcom with you. But, he ended up shifting to different sides of his bed. So, he thought of maybe digging up in his closet for that ring. And when he found it, he sat on the edge of his mattress. He still has the same question he had when he first took notice of it:

Who was it for? Lily? Or you?

He was fiddling with the ring between the tips of his fingers before he decided to put it back in its box and place it back in his closet. It only took him minutes of staring at nothingness when his eyes slowly shut down.

Then, he woke up out of the blue. He swore he saw a woman waking him up in his dream but her face was blurred and every other detail was forgotten the moment he woke up. After watching the boring ceiling again until his alarm sounded, Taehyung decided to get up and do his original plan.

“Good morning.”

He almost jumped when he heard your calm voice since he was wiping his eyes, distracted, as he walked into the kitchen. There, he spotted you on the counter with an open book and an empty cup with a teabag in it. Taehyung did not expect you to be up this early even though you said last night that you were going to fix your sleep schedule.

“Morning.” he greeted back. “How was your sleep schedule?”

“Shitty.” you snorted before standing up. “Oh, excuse me.”

He was reaching for the jar on one of the cabinets above the sink when he felt you squeezing yourself in the narrow space in front of him. So that you can put your cup in the sink. He tried to make more space by stepping back but it was useless as the kitchen island was there. It was a quick and close interaction, nothing but innocent. He even took a whiff of a pleasing fabric conditioner from you; lavender and vanilla. Maybe it was because you did some laundry last night, but it strangely made him pause for a second. Dazed. Especially when you turned around, meeting his gaze while he remained frozen.

“I can make you tea.” you offered with a smile.

Your eyes sparkled and it was like his heart beats faster. You were waiting for him to answer while still maintaining eye contact with him. For the first since he woke up from the accident, he felt nervous with you. Not awkward, not scared. Nervous as he scans every feature of your face. From your raised eyebrows, and bright eyes, down to your nose and soft smile. He gulped when he realized he was drifting away mentally. He took a step to his side, welcoming more space between you two.

“Ah, yeah. S-Sure.”

What the hell? Why did I stutter?! He internally scolded himself, scratching the back of his neck. Taehyung tried to distract himself, looking around the room. And when he spotted a loaf of bread, he immediately took it.

“D-Do you want some toast?” he bit his inner cheek when he realized he stuttered again.

“Sure.” you shortly answered, pouring hot water into a cup.

So, he did toast enough bread for both of you. You also made another tea for yourself after Taehyung’s. Just like your other mornings before you two got busy at work, he sat beside you on the chairs. When he placed a plate of toasted bread and eggs on the counter, you immediately took one and smeared strawberry jam on it.

“Here.” you handed it to him like it was already a habit of yours.

“Thank you.”

You nodded and made your own. After having a bite, you broke the silence. “I will shop for groceries possibly next week. If you need anything, you can tell me or list it down.”

“Can I come with you?” he asked, not wanting you to be alone with the chores here. He watched you doing all of it in his first weeks back.

“Sure. But not now. Maybe on Wednesday.” you shared. “Jisoo is having her bachelorette party later.”

Taehyung’s eyebrow raised, “Really?”

“Yep.” you responded, popping the ‘p’, before taking a bite.

Then, he remembered Namjoon’s bachelor party. Namjoon dropped by the bakery days ago just to tell them about it. It’s tomorrow. It is the only day his close friends are all available. So, he agreed to have it a day later than his future wife. He said it will not be a wild party. Although Taehyung wants to celebrate with his friends, the idea of drinking and maybe going to some loud places is uncomfortable. So, he didn’t assure Namjoon about it, to which he agreed, saying that it was no pressure.

“Namjoon is having his party tomorrow,” he told you. “I don’t know if I am going.”

“Hm? Why so?”

“I’ll probably not have fun. Jimin told me Namjoon’s other friend is planning to take us to a concert and that’s too loud. I think I’ll end up having a headache.” he smiled sadly.

He tried not to sound sad. He misses going to social events that play loud music. But, he cannot enjoy such a thing now without having a headache. You, on the other hand, can see through him. You know him and you know that after going through big changes these last few weeks, he is missing a lot of things.

“Do you miss going to parties?”

He put on the same smile and gave a small nod.

“Don’t worry, we can have a party for two here.” you tried cheering him with a gentle statement.

You looked at him and lines formed between his eyebrows. You smiled and reached for your teacup and gently tapped it with his, producing a small sound.

“Our own quiet, little tea party here.” you quipped.

Taehyung’s lips formed a genuine grin before he did the same thing with his cup too. He took a sip from it and enjoyed the quiet minute with you. You two were already cleaning up when you spoke again,

“I might go last minute shopping later at 3 PM since the party is at 8. I’m thinking of visiting the bakery after I shop?” you mumbled like you were asking permission.

“Yeah, su–”

Taehyung paused when he realized what is going to happen today. Lily will be visiting today at 4 and you don’t know it.

“Yeah, no.” he tried to express it as calmly as he can, not trying to sound harsh. “You know…Uhm… It’s Saturday. The bakery may be busy today. I’m sor–”

“Oh, no. It’s fine, Tae. I understand.” you cut him off before he can apologize.

“Uhm, I-I should go shower. I have to bake something early today…” he excused himself when he felt a tinge of guilt in him.

When you replied a small okay, he walked back to his room. Under the shower, he tried to focus on the Cheesecake recipe he’s been planning to do for Lily’s visit. But you keep coming inside his head. Why are you so nice? Should he tell you about Lily? Isn’t it too late already? And why the hell did he stutter when you were just offering to make him a cup of tea?

In the end, he left your shared home with just a simple goodbye to you. You were watching some movie on the television when he left. You waved your hand at him and wished him safety. While on the bus, he spotted the flower shop he always passed by. He also made plans connected to it: to buy pink tulips for Lily. he knows that it is her favorite flower. But thinking about it now, when you keep on popping in his mind for some reason, he feels strangely guilty.

“Good morning.”

Their entrance bell clung as he walked into their shop. Jimin’s bright greeting followed. Taehyung, still distracted, greeted back. And Jimin quickly took notice of it. He followed his best friend as Taehyung entered their kitchen.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

Taehyung was bringing out ingredients as he answered, “Lily is coming today.”

“Yes, I know,” Jimin replied. “What’s the problem with that?”

His best friend paused with a deep exhale, “Y/N.”

Jimin’s eyes widened as he heard that. He was about to say something when Taehyung spoke again.

“No, not Y/N. But it involves her.”

“What did she say?” Jimin asked.

“What?” Taehyung asked back, more confused.

“What did she say when you told her about Lily?” Jimin repeated with clarification.

“She still doesn’t know.”

Jimin’s lips gaped open with his eyes screamed more confusion. He held his forehead like he can feel a headache coming. He thought Taehyung finally told you.

“I cannot tell her, Jimin. At first, I think that telling her about it is just pointless. But now, I don’t know why I feel like I should tell her. But it also feels like it’s already too late. I feel like telling her would bum her out and I cannot do that, especially today. Jisoo’s bachelorette party will be her first night out after taking care of me ever since I got into that accident. I don’t want to ruin that… I don’t know. I cannot think of a reason why I should tell her but I feel like I should.” Taehyung rested his arms on the table, looking down the floor.

Jimin frowned as he eyed his friend sympathetically. Pursing his lips, he tried to think of something to say but nothing came up. He waited for Taehyung to say something again. Instead, Taehyung shook his head and got back to what he was doing.

“No, it’s just a talk.” He whispered like he was assuring himself.

The day went on. Taehyung juggled his time baking different pastries. Jimin managed all the chores outside the kitchen. Taehyung would be taking some short breaks and helping to wipe tables and moping the floor. He would still pause if he get headaches. But it was just short ones and he will go back to baking.

“What time is she coming again?” Jimin asked after a customer left.

“Four.”

Jimin eyes his watch, seeing that there are still thirty minutes left. “Hmm… Okay. Are you done with your cheesecake? Can I help you with anything?”

“I’m already finished. The cheesecake is in the fridge.”

Taehyung removed his apron, finally cleaning himself and his work table from the mess. Jimin can tell something is still messing with his friend's mind. Significantly when Taehyung paused and glanced at him for a couple of seconds. So he told him,

“Just tell me what’s going on in your head.”

Taehyung sighed. His shoulders slumped as he asked, “When was the last time you saw Lily?”

“When I visited you guys in your apartment,” Jimin answered casually, leaning on the doorframe.

“My apartment?” Taehyung repeated after a few seconds of silence, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Yeah, the one that was like five blocks away from here. The one where you and Lily lived together.“

“What?! When was that?” Taehyung was intrigued with pure shock and confusion. He doesn’t have any memory of living with Lily. “You never told me anything about that.”

“I thought you knew about it,” Jimin replied in a defensive tone and Taehyung shook his head, still in shock. “It was–”

The bell above the entrance door of the shop clung, signaling that there was a customer.

“I’ll get that first,” Jimin said before turning his back to the kitchen. He walked back to the counter, ready to serve the customer when he recognized who it was despite its new hair color.

“Hi, Jimin.”

“You know what? Just buy them all.”

With two different outfits in each hand, you stood in front of Jisoo. The bride herself joined you in your last-minute shopping when she learned that you will be doing it alone. So now, being the more stylish one between you two, you let her judge your outfit choices for her party later.

“In no way I am buying two dresses for a single night.” you chuckled while looking at the dresses too.

Both are tempting for your sight. One is a long-sleeved low-neck sequinned dress while the other is a mini blazer dress. You and Jisoo have been deciding between the two for almost fifteen minutes now.

“Just think of it as a gift to yourself, okay?”

“And why would I even buy myself a gift, Jisoo? It’s not my birthday.” you rolled your eyes.

You hear your friend sigh, shaking her head, before answering you again: “Y/N, you literally are an overworked nurse for this past month.”

“I was on a break for a whole month–”

“Because you had to take care of your boyfriend. So yeah, a nurse, a caregiver.” she cut you off with her last sentence as a sarcastic remark. Before you could say anything again, she swiped the dresses off your hands. “If you won’t buy these, I will just pay for them myself.”

Hearing that, you immediately followed her before she can get to the counter, “Okay, okay! I’ll buy it!”

So you did. A nurse, a caregiver. Jisoo clung to your arm as you two strolled to the mall. She was sharing stories about her wedding preparations drama. You were trying to listen but somehow those words stayed in your head, forming questions.

“By the way, are you going to buy shoes too?” Jisoo asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head, “Oh, n-no. These clothes are enough.”

Unfortunately, your best friend is quick to pick up on your tone and expression. So, she stopped walking and turned at you. Lines formed between your eyebrows as she puts both her hands on each of your shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course!” you answered with conviction in your tone. You thought saying a joke would ease her off, “I am just thinking of the money I spent for these.”

“Don’t. You deserve it!” she uttered with complete assurance. “I swear if you’re not buying shoes because of that–”

“No, I don’t think I need to buy a new one, Jisoo. It’s fine, I still have something to wear!” you chuckled. You were about to pull her to the nearest spa when you spotted a familiar guy coming out of the store behind Jisoo.

“Is… that Jimin?” you asked Jisoo, making sure that you are seeing right.

“Oh, yeah– Hey, Jimin!” your friend immediately waved her hand when she saw your friend.

Jimin’s eyes slowly widened as he recognized both you and Jisoo. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. He seems as surprised as you too. Taehyung told you earlier that the bakery is packed at this hour so you were immediately curious about what he is doing in the mall.

“Oh– H-Hey, ladies.” he stammers as he walked in your direction. “What’s up?”

“Oh, we’re just shopping for this one’s outfit for my bachelorette party later!” Jisoo replied.

Jimin was avoiding your eyes and you know it. Yeah, his eyes landed on you for like a second but you saw his lips twitch after that.

“Yeah. How about you, Jimin?” you asked, trying to sound normal, not suspicious.

His adam’s apple bobbed up and down, “Oh. Uhm… I… I am just looking for a new… New… Apron!”

Both you and your best friend squinted your eyes with Jimin’s sudden exclamation. You raised an eyebrow and he cleared his throat, “I mean, apron. I accidentally burnt my favorite one so I thought of looking here while the bakery’s not that busy.”

While the bakery’s not that busy.

Recalling what Taehyung said, they clearly contradict. It feeds on your overthinking, which immediately produced questions and thoughts. Did Taehyung lie to you? Does he don’t like the idea of you visiting the bakery? Is he having enough of you at home that he doesn’t want to see you out of it? Are you suffocating him?!

“Y/N?” Jisoo called you.

You blinked, “Yep?”

“Let’s go?”

You were so out of your thoughts that you did not notice Jimin already left. You probably just waved your hand and nodded mindlessly when he bid his goodbye.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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Got sent a ton of numbers from the ask game post by the ever lovely @rovah17 via pm!

So here we go!

4. What are you looking forward to?

My camping trip! My birthday is next week, so me and the Boys are driving all the way to Utah (22 hrs) to camp and hopefully dig for crystals!

5. Is there anyone that can always make you smile?

My lovely fiance and partner :)

6. Is it hard for you to get over someone?

Absolutely. Still not over the girl i dated freshman year of highschool, genuinely thought she was an ethereal being and had full plans to marry her.

10. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

Sure! If you dont know me. Once uget to know me my shit is obvious lol

11. Are you listening to music rn?

Nah im listening to asmr lol

12. What is something you want right now?

I want a giant minecraft creeper plush. Like. Body pillow size. (Oh my god what if there was one of those overly sexual body pillow covers but with a creeper--- i would buy that ngl. As long as it wasnt super sexual lol)

13. How do you feel right now?

Honestly? Kinda depressed. Ive been in a weird funkrecently.

15. Personality description

I dont ever post about it, but I've actually got DID (dissociative identity disorder) so that one's hard to pinpoint? But i guess the "singletsona" or the mask we put on for basically everyone we're not close with is "chaotic nerdy punk"

16. Have you ever wanted to tell someone but you didnt?

Well, my partner (as mentioned above) is a fairly new relationship. Not even a month yet new. And we went to this convention together! Anime midwest! And we were sitting out by the fountain in the area where cars pull in for drop offs and deliveries. And all i could think about was "this would be a perfect area for a first kiss" but i chickened out and thoughtit was too soon and what if they get weirded out and--- they still dont know.

17. Opinion on insecurities.

So honestly? I think its good to have some insecurities. Like i think if everyone walked around thinking they were perfect all the time, there would be no growth as human beings, emotionally i mean. I have plenty of insecurities myself, BUT this reminds me of how many people ask me for fashion advice! I dress very alternatively and really adore my fashion style and ive yet to get a negative reaction from someone. Besides the point though, i once answered that question with "Wear what makes you want. If it makes you happy it looks good, and if someone's staring it means your hot." That just kinda randomly spewed out of my mouth and the person was like "wow thats kind of inspiring"

20. What is your favorite song at the moment?

Oh gosh good question!! Kind of depends on the vibe really, but the one i get most excited for and always sing along to is Flight Of The Crows by Jhariah

21. Age and birthday?

21!! 22 on july 26th :D

23. Fear(s)

That everyone secretly hates/dislikes me and is only keeping up relationships bc they want something out of me :)

25. Role model

Honestly i dont think i have a role model atm! I try not to compare myself with people, so my brain has turned that into dont try to be like anyone. If i reeeeeally had to choose though, my elementary school (?) Art teacher. He not only helped me with the first art project i was ever proud of, he also would be playing guitar as we walked into class and when he stopped and we thought he was done and started clapping, hed start playing again. He even played behind his head if i recall correctly!

27. Things i hate

I hate cringe culture. I also hate fast fashion. I also hate anything that makes fun of children for their interests.

28. I'll love you if...

My love language is touch, and i have chronic pain, THEREFORE, if you give me a massage im legally required to marry you. Before we started dating, i was making waffles for my partner and complained about my shoulders. They randomly came up and gave me a massage! They're stuck with me forever now (sorry babe i dont make the rules)

31. 3 random facts

AAAA I TELL THIS ONE TO EVERYONE! Any bees you see outside the hive (aka worker bees) are female! All the males are drones and only serve as reproduction matter. Had a (female) boss tell me "thats not true, they're called "worker" bees" n i looked at her, at her job, and was like "what are you doing right now"

Link, from legend of zelda, is canonically androgynous! He was designed to be able to connect with on a personal level, and therefore whatever gender the player wanted him to be

My initials are MEM and i have a friend who wanted me to marry someone whos last name started with E so we could hyphenate the last names and make my initials MEME

32. Are your friends mainly girls or guys?

Mainly girls and nonbinary folk!

33. Something you want to learn

BLACKSMITHING

34. Most embarrassing moment

Idk if this is the MOST embarrassing bc memory bad but i was on my first date with my last ex, we were bowling and it was a double date with two of their friends. They get up to bowl and as theyre trying to head to the ball dispenser, i move to touch their butt as a joke (they didnt mind we were both v touchy) and they moved away right as i did so i missed and fell off the bench. They didnt even notice lol!

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

I want a farm. Not any sort of big thing, just enough acres for a few animals, a nice garden, and some bees. And maybe a blacksmith workshop.

On that farm, i want a divination shop! Just a little building with a front room for supplies and such, but the main attraction are the two back rooms. Decked out with tapestries and blankets and pretty fabric decorating the walls and ceilings, super comy couches or chairs around a beautiful table where we host readings of all sorts. Tarot, rune, bone throws, ect.

As soon as the farm starts up this one will likely be done, but to fill the time between now and then (bc farm is end goal) id love to be a theatre costume designer! Head honcho would be best, but honestly I'll take any position sewing :)

40. Favorite memory

Again, memory bad, but a good one is taking pictures of the highschool ex i thought i was gonna marry. I was in a photography class, and at the time planned on being a photographer professionally, so we ran around her neighborhood (she lived in a really nice area) and took pictures! Theres one of here where the sun speckles in and makes a bunch of "orbs" and it looks like shes surrounded by faeries.

51. Starsign

Leo sun, gemini moon, libra rising

52. Something you're talented at

I dont really think im talented at anything, but if i didnt say singing i think my friends would have me on a stake lol

53. 5 things that make me happy

Bees, stuffed animals, finishing costumes, my partners, and puppets!

55. Tumblr friends

Honestly i rlly dont have people i talk to consistently here, but id definitely say @rovah17 is one of em!! Thanks for being sweet bro :)

59. Why i joined tumblr

I was 14 and my friend i roleplayed with every single day told me i had to check this site out. Idr her reasoning, probably smth about fandoms, but ive been stuck ever since. I wish i could remember my first url lol!

That was long and i talked far too much but that was really fun to write!!!

#scouts log

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The 3rd Annual Bloom Edenbrook Fundraising Gala

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Brooke Spiers) Word Count: 2.9k Rating: Mostly T (innuendo, language, smooches)

Premise: Dr. Brooke Spiers and Dr. Ethan Ramsey get coerced into answering anonymous questions submitted by generous donors at this year's hospital fundraising gala. They have about as much fun with it as you'd expect.

This idea is all thanks to THIS ASK from the lovely @lem-20. The concept and all questions are hers! Thank you, darling Leah! ♥️

Author’s Note: My first time with a mixed-media type post(!!!) and the writing part has been done almost script-style, similar to the "Not Yet Wed" questions courtesy of @jamespotterthefirst, which you can find HERE. Hope you all enjoy. 🥰

Tickets

Bonus Raffle

SETTING - Diagnostics Office - 5:15 PM

TWO DOCTORS in formal attire sit across from one another. The male, DR. ETHAN RAMSEY, late-30s, devastatingly handsome, leans against a desk, arms crossed. The female, DR. BROOKE SPIERS, late-20s, charmingly attractive, sits on a larger table further away, legs swinging.

Ethan: I can't believe you talked me into this.

Brooke: [smirking] Why does this feel like deja vu?

Ethan: You know exactly why. You coerced me into the same sort of nonsense in your intern year for that magazine—whatever it was.

Brooke: Yeah, and remember how much publicity the hospital got that year? You're welcome.

Ethan: How can you be sure our "publicity" had to do with that article and not the fact that a first-year intern stole from a large pharamceutical company to administer an unapproved drug to—

Brooke: [hands up] Okay, okay, we get it. Regardless, you have to admit I was responsible for all the publicity. [grins]

Ethan: [can't help but grin back] Touche. [sighs deeply] Let's go home.

Brooke: Can't, babe. We're the main event.

Ethan: How did this even come about? Is there not some code of ethics against this sort of thing?

Brooke: [laughs] It's just staff and donors. All adults. We're showing that we're good sports and it's for a good cause.

Ethan: [grumbles] I don't know why people care so much about us.

Brooke: You don't? I mean, have you seen us?

Ethan: [dryly] And so humble, too.

Brooke: Lord knows you aren't with me for my humility.

Ethan: Indeed. [picks up a glass from the desk at his side, swirling the amber liquid] Well, I hope you're prepared.

Brooke: [amused] Prepared?

Ethan: You're used to me being reticent in situations like this and holding back? [downs the liquid in one shot] Not today.

Brooke: [wary] What does that mean?

DR. RAMSEY stands up, crossing the room towards DR. SPIERS until the latter is forced to open her legs to accommodate his presence. He braces a hand on either side of her, leaning forward until their lips are almost touching. Her face flushes. He notices, and a slow, lazy smile spreads.

Ethan: It means [kisses her slightly open mouth softly] I'm answering all their questions.

Brooke: [giggles nervously] All of them? But what if—

Ethan: [punctuating each word with a kiss] All. Of. Them.

He leans forward and captures her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. Her arms twine around his neck and she lets out a soft moan. Drawing her ankles around his legs she pulls him even closer and he places one hand on the desk as the other glides up her back. They stay like that, interlocked for a moment, before he pulls away.

Brooke: [eyes still closed] Hmph.

Ethan: Let's go get this over with.

Brooke: [slowly opens eyes and peers at him, disgruntled] What kinds of questions do you think people are submitting?

Ethan: Like you said, Dr. Spiers... [a slow smile spreads] Have you seen us?

DR. SPIERS laughs as she follows DR. RAMSEY out.

A.N. PLEASE do not look too closely at this very badly photoshopped pic 😂

SETTING - Bloom Edenbrook Hospital, Main Atrium - 6:25 PM

Our two doctors sit beside each other on a makeshift stage. A semi-recognizable third-year resident is the host for the evening. DR. RAMSEY dusts an imaginary piece of lint off his sleeve. DR. SPIERS has her hands in lap, knee shaking slightly. Noticing, Dr. Ramsey reaches over and rests his hand on her leg. She looks over with a small smile and places her hand over his.

Thank you to our very own Chief of Medicine, Dr. Ethan Ramsey, and his partner, head of the Diagnostics Team, Dr. Brooke Spiers, for being here with us today for a good cause. Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Spiers, are you prepared to answer some questions provided by our generous, anonymous donors?

Brooke: Sure, why not.

Ethan: [through gritted teeth] For a good cause.

Alright, excellent. I will be drawing these questions at random. Thank you to all who donated for the opportunity to submit a question.

Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Spiers, you will both be posed a question. If you choose to answer, you must both answer. If you choose not to, you must match the donation made by the donor, in lieu of a verbal response. Are you ready to begin?

Ethan: Mmm.

Brooke: [nervous laugh] I suppose.

Alright, here we go!

First question: If he/she could take one thing to a desert island what would it be?

Brooke: Me.

[Audience whoops and laughs]

Ethan: [can't hide his smirk, before clearing his throat] Brooke would take her phone. Heaven forbid she can't post about something on Pictagram.

Brooke: It's true. I'm sorry for being such a young millennial needy for external validation.

What are your nicknames for each other?

Brooke and Ethan: [look at each other. Brooke laughs.]

Ethan: Just say it.

Brooke: I mean, it's nothing too embarassing. I call him babe usually, or baby sometimes if I'm feeling extra nice. He calls me—[blushes and looks over at Ethan]

Ethan: [sighs] 'My love'. I call her 'my love'.

[Audience "awwww"s]

Who’s the better cook?

Brooke: Oh, Ethan. A hundred percent.

Ethan: It's true.

Brooke: I'm abysmal.

Ethan: Normally I would demur when it comes to Dr. Spiers' perceived faults, but in this case she's correct.

Brooke: Thanks, babe.

Ethan: You have many wonderful qualities that don't involve ovens, my love.

[A squeal from the audience that sounds suspiciously like Sienna]

Who has the last word in an argument?

[simultaneously] Brooke: Ethan Ethan: Brooke

[They look at each other]

Brooke: [laughs incredulously] Seriously?

Ethan: You think I don't hear you muttering to yourself after you walk away, almost every single time?

Brooke: Oh, so cursing your name and your very existence counts as the last word and not you shouting [affects deep voice] "And that's final!"? Duly noted.

Ethan: I don't sound like that or say that.

Brooke: Mm, sure.

Who is best at keeping secrets?

Brooke: Uh, neither of us?

Ethan: I had a secret once and it was hell keeping it.

Brooke: You've had a couple.

Ethan: True. I'm done with secrets.

Brooke: In lighter news, we kept [gestures between the two of them] this thing a secret for a bit. No?

Ethan: [opens his mouth to agree, when he's interrupted by a shout from the audience—]

Audience member that sounds suspiciously like Elijah: Nope! We all knew!

[Audience loudly murmurs in agreement]

Brooke: Never mind, then.

Who wears the trousers in the relationship?

Ethan: Neither of us subscribes to antiquated beliefs of superiority in a relationship. We're partners and teammates and work together accordingly. Sometimes she helps and guides me and sometimes I do the same for her. There is no one person who holds higher ground over the other and to imply otherwise would be foolish.

Brooke: [literal heart eyes at Ethan] What he said. [stage whisper] Except it's me.

[Audience laughs as Ethan rolls his eyes]

What is his/her worst habit?

Brooke: Workaholic, poor communication skills, yells first and asks questions later… I could go on.

Ethan: Charming. I have two words for you: messy packrat.

Brooke: Excuse me?

Ethan: If I had a nickel for every useless piece of garbage you kept "just in case" or for each article of clothing on the floor of my bedr—[clears throat] Just trust me.

Brooke: [smirks and whispers against Ethan's ear so only he can hear] Sorry, who is responsible for my clothes on the floor…?

Ethan: [says nothing but smirks as well]

[Audience murmurs in scandal]

What three words would you use to describe them?

Brooke: Hmm. Let me think.

Ethan: Passionate, caring, intelligent.

Brooke: [looks at him fondly] You came up with those fast.

Ethan: [matter-of-factly] I could give them ten more easily.

[Audience "awww"s]

Brooke: [to the audience] No, no, no don't be fooled, he doesn't mean only the flattering words, trust me.

Ethan: I believe it's your turn.

Brooke: Dedicated, compassionate, brilliant.

Ethan: [smiles softly at Brooke, who avoids his gaze. He reaches over and squeezes her hand.]

Brooke: [mutters] Yeah, yeah.

What celebrity do you/they think they most look like?

[Both Ethan and Brooke look at the announcer quizzically.]

Brooke: Celebrity? Uhh…

Ethan: I don't even know how I would begin to answer this question.

Brooke: Ryan Reynolds?

[Audience laughs and loudly disagrees]

Ethan: Who?

Brooke: [laughs and shakes her head] I don't know! I just named a random hot guy. You name a redhead actress. Jessica Chastain?

Ethan: [confused] Do you mean Jessica Rabbit?

Brooke: No I don't mean— [looks at him incredulously] Are you saying you think I look like Jessica Rabbit?

Ethan: No, I thought that's what you were saying and I was about to tell you how incorrect you were. Er, that is to say—

Brooke: I feel like you're digging yourself into a hole here.

Ethan: Agreed.

Who is the most vain?

Ethan: Both of us have more pressing concerns than our physical appearance.

Brooke: Ethan.

Ethan: [splutters]

Brooke: If you're going based off who spends more time on their hair in the bathroom? Ethan.

Ethan: [crosses his arms and glowers, but doesn't disagree]

What is his/her guilty pleasure?

Brooke: Ethan's is cooking shows, particularly Nigella.

Ethan: It's true. Brooke's is high calorie indulgences like—what's the freezer cake you made me buy the other day? With no identifiable or even passably edible ingredients?

Brooke: Ooh, Deep 'n Delicious. So good.

Ethan: [rolls eyes] Yes, because we all need our daily dose of hydrogenated oils and preservatives.

If they had a free pass, which celebrity would they choose to sleep with?

[Look at each other blankly]

Brooke: Uhh… Nigella?

Ethan: This Ryan Reynolds fellow?

Brooke: [laughs] I don't even like him!

Ethan: So who, then?

Brooke: [crosses her arms] I notice you didn't deny Nigella.

Ethan: This question is stupid. Next question.

Where and when did you go on your first date?

Brooke: Derry Roasters

Ethan: What? No. I took you to Sorellina—

Brooke: What, three years after we first met? No. Our first date was Derry Roasters when you caught me following you that time.

Ethan: Ah, so she finally admits it. I thought at the time I was… what was it, "paranoid"?

Brooke: [laughs only a touch guiltily] Did I say that?

Ethan: So you're treating the first time you trailed after me to the local coffee shop as our first date?

Brooke: Well, you paid.

Ethan: Yeah, after you "forgot" your wallet.

Brooke: What, you thought I pursued you for your good looks? No, sir. I like a man with deep pockets. Plus, you know how I know it was a first date?

Ethan: Please, enlighten me.

Brooke: You ordered for me and I didn't get annoyed and it was horrible, but I still drank the whole thing.

Ethan: The espresso Romano is not horr—

Brooke: Horrible. Coffee and lemon? [shudders] That's how I knew I was into you.

Ethan: [intrigued] Really? Way back then?

Brooke: [nods, blushing slightly, and rolls her eyes] Oh brother, don't act so shocked. You knew.

[Audience laughs and whoops]

Ethan: [shell-shocked face showing he absolutely did not know]

Where was your first kiss?

Brooke: [sheepishly] Miami.

[Audience murmurs in surprise]

Ethan: [sighs] Yes.

Brooke: Is that—are Harper and Naveen exchanging money?

Naveen: [from the audience] Dr. Emery should know better than to question my instincts!

Ethan: [loudly groans] Next question.

Who is the loudest in bed?

Brooke: [yelps and, remembering Ethan's earlier warning, throws her hand over his mouth]

Ethan: [from behind her hand] You probably could have made the answer less obvious.

Brooke: [blushes and groans]

[Audience roars its approval]

Which of your friends do you think he/she is most likely to have a crush on?

Brooke: Ohhh, this is awkward.

Ethan: My friends?

Brooke: Considering we can list your friends on one hand…and some of them intersect with mine. [bites lip] What do we do with this one?

Ethan: [to the host] What did the donor pay?

Sorry?

Ethan: To submit this question. How much?

Oh, uhh—[checks] $200.

Ethan: I'll write you a cheque for $200. Next question.

Brooke: [shakes her head laughing] All the questions, huh?

Ethan: At my discretion, yes.

Bryce: [from the audience] You know the answer was me for both of you, anyway!

Ethan: [scoffs] Fat chance, Lahela.

Brooke: [pointedly silent, staring straight ahead]

Ohh-kay. Next question. Who had feelings first?

Brooke: Ha, me. For sure.

Ethan: Are you sure?

Brooke: [looks at him incredulously] I just told you I liked you even after you bought me lemon coffee at Derry Roasters three years ago. [sits up to look at him more fully] No chance you liked me earlier than that. I mean, like-liked me.

Ethan: "Like-liked you"? Are we twelve?

Brooke: You know what I mean. You were such a grouch and I was just your annoying intern.

Ethan: [irritatedly] The annoying intern I kissed in Miami, what, a week later? Is that how obvious my lack of feelings for you were?

Brooke: [opens her mouth to respond and then closes it again]

Ethan: That's what I thought.

Who’s more dramatic?

Brooke: Ethan.

Ethan: I am absolutely not—

Brooke: See? Honestly, he's exhausting.

Ethan: [glowers]

Who has the weirdest orgasm face?

Brooke: Weirdest?

Ethan: Oh for the love of—

$5000 to not answer this one, doctors.

Brooke and Ethan: [jaws drop simultaneously]

Brooke: Someone paid five-thousand dollars—

Ethan: What kind of a pervert—? Fine, say it's me.

Brooke: It's really not.

Ethan: [quietly] Well, it's certainly not you.

Brooke: Yeah, but—

I believe we have our answer!

Ethan: We'll take it. Next!

What are you most likely to argue about?

Ethan: Brooke believes I could be more communicative about my feelings, especially when I have a problem.

Brooke: You do listen!

Ethan: Of course. We also argue about when she's going to move in with me.

[Audience gasps and murmurs in gleeful scandal]

Brooke: [jaw drops] Ethan!

Ethan: It's true. [turns to host] I believe it should have already happened. She believes she needs to maintain a tenuous hold on a bedroom she rarely occupies for a group of roommates who would be happy for her to move on.

Brooke: [fuming] Of all the high-handed—

Jackie, from the audience: He's right, girl, bigger and better awaits.

Brooke: [through gritted teeth, as Sienna, Ethan, and Aurora all nod and give her thumbs up] Maybe this is something we can talk about later—

Ethan: Whatever you say, my love.

Brooke: Oh, yeah, now with the "my love"s—

On that note! Here is our final question.

What’s the most romantic thing they’ve done for you?

Ethan: [looks at Brooke, who is still glowering] Most romantic?

Brooke: [glares]

Ethan: With Brooke, it's the little things. She'll notice when I'm having a bad day and bring me my favourite donut. Or a well-timed hand on my shoulder or knee when she can see I'm getting riled up.

Brooke: [glare softens a bit]

Ethan: She's thoughtful and kind and extremely empathetic. She knows what I need even before I know that I need it. It's not—candlelit dinners or what have you, but I've already prided myself on being a practical person and this intersection of—of practicality and care? That's what I find… [struggles to get the word out] romantic.

[Audience "awww"s]

Brooke: [screws up her mouth before leaning over to kiss Ethan on the cheek] Okay, that was sweet. [Thoughtfully] Most romantic thing Ethan has done for me? Well… [side-eyes him, before continuing] The HAZMAT suit sleepover last year was probably up there.

Ethan: [uncomfortable] I don't want that to be classified as—

Brooke: You were there for me at a time when I needed you most. If that's not romance, I don't know what is.

Ethan: [increasingly agitated] That's not romance, dammit, that's—that was a necessity. That was vital. I needed to be there. I needed to make sure you—that you—[cuts himself off, clenching his jaw]

Brooke: [eyes soft as she looks at him. Reaching out she rests her hand on top of his clenched fist until it unfurls slowly underneath hers and he releases his breath slowly] See? [softly] Romance.

Ethan: [sighs deeply, then links his fingers with hers and gruffly kisses the top of her hand] All this tells me is that I've neglected you on the "romance" side of things.

Brooke: [still smiling softly] No complaints. [looks out at the audience] Are we done here? [affects a deep voice] Are you not entertained?

Ethan: [fondly] And she says I'm the dramatic one.

I think we got what we needed, doctors. Thank you for helping out for a good cause. This raffle ticket session alone raised a total of $23,000 for Bloom Edenbook Hospital!

Ethan: [dumbfounded] That is insane.

Brooke: I promise we aren't that interesting.

The people beg to differ. Round of applause for Dr. Brooke Spiers and Dr. Ethan Ramsey for being such good sports. Until next time, doctors!

Ethan: [over thunderous applause] There absolutely won't be a next time.

Brooke: [laughs and stands up, smoothing out her dress]

Audience member that sounds suspiciously like Jackie: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Rest of the audience chimes in: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Brooke: [crosses her arms, smirking at Ethan]

Ethan: Oh for the love of— [acts like he's walking away, then loops an arm around her waist and pulls her close, tilting her back and kissing her thoroughly]

[Audience roars its approval]

Ethan: [pulls away slowly and sets her upright, chucking her chin with an affectionate and slightly devilish smirk. He starts to guide her away from the host and off the makeshift stage]

Brooke: [mutters, still a bit dazedly] Told you. Drama.

[Laughing, they walk off stage together.]

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idk why but i imagined vegas 2.0 as two soccer moms (the politics bois) trying to outdo each other while their sons are dragged into it (green bois) in a rlly fvcked way. e.g.

maybe big q reconsidering dream's usefulness by saying sam's enough as protection and has other things to offer to the team as well. wilbur steps in by suggesting a duel between sam and dream then, to prove it then. maybe while it happens, wilbur whispers to quackity a list of what is still physically broken abt dream post prison (so many unhealed bones, barely healed muscle, he can barely stomach food so he had like 1 steak in the past few days, etc.) and of course, he mentions dream's most powerful asset, the revive book :)

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LMAOO

this is hilarious and also accurate as hell ,, thank you anon because the image of c!wilbur and c!quackity as PTA moms is completely sending me. this prompt (as most vt2 related things are) was really fun !! it also kinda ran away from me, which is why this ended up being almost 6k words instead of my usual 1-2k for asks, but i hope you enjoy it regardless :]

tws: implied torture/abuse, death, violence, blood, injuries, conditioning, dehumanization, panic attacks, emotional distress, trauma, unhealthy relationships (so many unhealthy relationships), smoking, dark contents, dark themes, vt2 au is always really dark so definitely proceed with caution !! dark portrayals of c!quackity, c!sam, c!wilbur, and c!dream

It starts, as many things do nowadays, with a board meeting - which seems to be as much of a sign as any that everything is going to go to shit. Board meetings for Quackity, much like Wilbur’s stupid group therapy sessions, are just a thinly veiled attempt for the two to fight for control of pretty much everything - ranging from the casino schedules to the laws still being written for Las Nevadas to what food to stock in the vending machines. As Sam is still sitting on his false throne of moral superiority and therefore less inclined to indulge himself in the same blatant corruption that characterizes their discussions, and Dream - more than anything - knows his place (which hardly gives him any position to wrangle for power among the likes of Wilbur and Quackity), the fights for control more or less remain restricted between the two. More often than not, they devolve into proving their superiority over the other by using their control of Dream (which naturally never means anything remotely good for him as a consequence) so when Quackity strolls over, all tight-lipped smiles and a cigarette held between clenched fingers, Dream really doesn’t feel anything other than dread.

Still, orders by Quackity are still orders - Dream knows this fact better than he knows that he’s alive and breathing, better than the fact that he’s out of the prison, better than he knows his own goddamn name - and Dream is far too well-trained to ever consider trying to rebel. So when the time comes - 7:30 pm, sharp - Dream is in his chair, spine straight and head alert like a goddamn dog, and he waits.

It doesn’t take long for the others to arrive. Sam comes over first, leveling him with a heavy, distrustful stare as he sits down in the chair across from Dream, the expression nearly enough for Dream to roll his eyes if it weren’t for the fear that rockets through him, still, at the sight of the Warden so close to him. Sam has made it more than clear from the very beginning that he has no trust at all for Dream, that if he had his way then Dream would be locked up for the rest of eternity in a labyrinth of blackstone and obsidian, forever guarded by his ever-present supervision. Dream feels his ears burning with heat as he dips his eyes low to the surface of the table, wanting no more than to curl up and hide under the scrutiny of the Warden’s glare.

Quackity enters next, throwing open the door of the conference room loud enough to make Dream jump out of his seat, looking at him with an upturned corner of his lip when he comes back to himself enough to notice. Dream stifles a shudder at his visible good mood, all-too-aware of what that usually meant for him in the cell, stiffening further with a growing ringing to his ears as Sam and Quackity talk and Quackity sweeps past his side to get to his seat at the head of the table, carelessly brushing his fingers along the back of Dream’s neck in a way that makes him freeze, stock-still, in his chair - feeling his fingertips ease themselves over the ridge present there from a thick band of scar tissue, a deep, jagged thing that had been carved from the blunter back edge of Quackity’s axe when he had lost his temper and let the thing slam against the back of his neck, hard enough that it probably would’ve paralyzed him completely if it weren’t for Sam’s use of almost a full chest of regens. Quackity remains over him for a few more seconds, leaning over his chair to talk to Sam as he runs a light, possessive hand over the topmost bumps of Dream’s spine, before settling over into his chair, watching him with a small smirk as he keeps a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the table.

Dream hates the prickling shame and terror that keeps his muscles tense as he stares at the table’s surface, still feeling the ghost of fingers tracing over skin and bone along the back of his neck, keeps his burning eyes trained on the surface of solid wood as he tries to steady his breaths. It’s all he can do to press down his flinch when Quackity, with a frustrated yell, slams his fist against the table a few minutes later, rage simmering underneath his words as he speaks.

“Where the hell is Wilbur?” His glare slides across the room, landing on Dream, making him shrink back in his seat, heart thudding in his ears. Quackity doesn’t stop staring at him even as he pulls a cigarette and lighter from his pants pocket, lighting it and bringing it to his lips and letting the silver-grey threads of smoke fill the room and press against the inside of Dream’s lungs. “It’s ten minutes til 8 - I don’t have time for this bullshit.”

Sam digs his fingers into his temples, already looking exhausted. “If you want, Q, we can always start without him and catch him up later. Depends on you.”

“No, then I’ll have to repeat myself and it’ll be pointless and ugh,” Quackity makes a vaguely frustrated noise as he finally turns his eyes over to Sam, making Dream’s shoulders shudder as he finally finds the air to take a breath, “We’ll just have to wait. Fucking idiot. I knew I shouldn’t have worked with any of these fuckers.”

In true Wilbur fashion, it isn’t until fifteen minutes later when the taller man finally makes an appearance, the entire time tense as hell as Quackity takes slow, steady drags of his cigarette and taps his fingers impatiently against the table’s surface. He offers one to Sam, who goes on to decline, making a short quip telling Quackity to watch his health for the future that promptly falls flat. Dream thinks he’s a fucking hypocrite, considering his whole deal with weednip or whatever Ant has on him, but doesn’t voice the thoughts as he sinks down in his chair, wishing more than anything to disappear. Against the fabric of his shirt, the right side of his chest itches, and he presses his palm against the place where he knows there is a small, irregular grid of pockmarked scars from when Quackity had taken smoke breaks in the middle of sessions.

“There you all are,” Wilbur smiles as he slides into the room, a covered metal tray held in his hands as he kicks the door closed and slides the tray onto the table with an awful screech. “I’m sorry for being late,” he continues, sounding not very sorry at all, “but I made some food to make up for it!”

He takes off the cover with a flourish; underneath, sunny yellow squares, nearly blindly bright, look up blankly under the conference room’s overly harsh lighting. They smell sugary and vaguely sour, stinging his nose slightly, and seem to be coated with a fine dusting of powdered sugar.

“Lemon bars!” Wilbur grins, just left of sincere, “they’re gluten-free!”

“God,” Quackity laughs, sounding slightly incredulous, shaking his head. Dream’s gut rolls at the sound, Wilbur’s smile growing wider, even more dangerous, at the tone. It’s familiar, the way the two of them challenge each other, and in a rare moment of solidarity Dream watches from the corner of his eyes as Sam’s shoulders hunch as well. The two of them always bring trouble, even normally, but when they’re in this mood? Actively challenging each other, toeing the line, trying to find the limits and push them just because they can? Dream shivers in his seat, grip tightening on his own arms; this, he knows, is when they are at their most dangerous - and he has the scars to prove it.

“Gluten-free, huh? Really leaning into the whole ‘PTA mom’ schtick today, aren’t you?” Quackity smirks. “Should I call you Linda from now on?”

“I don’t know, Quackity, I was just thinking that I would make a little healthier treat for all of us, you know?” Wilbur brushes off the remark easily, taking a seat and immediately kicking his feet up onto the table. “If you want it, of course. I would hardly want to get in the way of your professionalism, Mr. President- do you have one of those? Or are you going for a more authoritarian approach”

“Fighting words from someone who rigged an election as President,” Quackity drawls, “and couldn’t even win it, might I add. “

“Oh, Big Q! You fail to understand, I wasn’t criticizing you at all,” Wilbur smiles, jagged, “we agree, I believe, on the failures of democracy. Unless you’ve forgotten our conversation, already?”

“Of course not,” Quackity snorts, and Dream doesn’t miss how his gaze shifts towards the side of the room, landing on Dream and making him curl further in his seat. “I’ll save you from me trying to pick your brain, this time, but don’t worry. You make yourself…rather hard to forget.”

Wilbur claps, seeming satisfied with this round of verbal sparring, and the sharp sound of his hands meeting together nearly has Dream jumping in his seat. “So! Lemon bars- does anyone want any?”

Dream is keenly aware of two pairs of eyes landing on him, Wilbur and Quackity watching for his reaction with bated breath and narrowed eyes. Panic crawls up his throat; he knows the purpose behind their stares, knows that he’s once again become the object of one of their power struggles. Quackity’s orders rattle in his brain, his thoughts a messy jumble of pins all knocked loose from his time in the prison, hopelessly unorganized and running on little more than instinct. Wilbur is expecting him to eat, to give into his sweet pastries and sweeter words; the lesson not to eat, move, think without permission, hammered into him between chunks of potato and battered ribs and blood gathered in the crevices of his skin, keeps his hands at his sides instead of reaching towards the pastries still set in the middle of the table. Even with Quackity at the opposite side of the room, Dream swears that he can still feel the pressure of a hand against the back of his neck, pressing just hard enough to make itself known from the feeling of fingers pressing into either side of his spine - he doesn’t even quite feel himself shaking his head, only really realizes what he’s done when he hears Wilbur sigh in frustration and meets Quackity’s satisfied gaze.

“I’ll take one,” Sam says, sounding exhausted, eyes flitting from Wilbur to Quackity to Dream with an increasingly long-suffering expression. His face twists around the first bite of the bright yellow pastry, nose scrunching as he puts it down, missing a half-moon bite along one corner, and drags his fingers over the table to ease off the remnants of powdered sugar. Wilbur watches him, seeming amused, and Quackity rolls his eyes as he pulls a binder out of his inventory.

“Now that everyone is finally here,” he starts, directing a particularly dead-eyed stare at Wilbur, “we can finally get on with the meeting. I was thinking we could go over the budget, today, if that’s alright with the rest of you.”

It sounds innocent enough - which is the first sign of many that this meeting, whatever it is, is going to be anything but pleasant. The grin that steadily grows on Quackity’s face does nothing to assuage Dream’s anxieties, only pushing them higher as the man flips open the binder and messes with it for a few seconds longer before seemingly finding what he’s looking for.

“I think we all know that until Sam finishes with the bank, funds around here are going to be a little bit tight,” Quackity begins, waiting for all of them to nod before continuing, “And we really need to save wherever we can. I recounted the budget yesterday, just to make sure that we’re all on track, and- well,”

Quackity points to a circled series of red numbers that Dream doesn’t understand but can assume mean little good for them. Sam makes a low, considering noise, sounding strangely concerned, and Wilbur actually seems to close his mouth and lean forward in curiosity.

“We have a deficit,” Quackity continues when they’ve all settled back into their seats, “and we’ll get it all back once Sam gets the bank up and running, but for now our funds are...limited. I don’t want to stop progress on Las Nevadas, of course, we really don’t have time to waste. So I thought we’d have a meeting today to discuss the budget and eliminate any expenses that we might find-” Quackity gestures with a smooth twirl of his wrist, “expendable.”

Sam hums. “Do you have anything in mind, Quackity?”

“A few,” Quackity flips to the next page, where he’s seemingly jotted a few notes - different things that they can put off for the moment, it seems, and the money that would be saved for forgoing them temporarily. Dream reads down the list quickly, stilling at the last item.

“Quackity,” Sam sounds twenty times more tired already when he speaks, tone flat and a little irritated. “Why is Dream on the list?”

Quackity shrugs. “Hear me out, now- most of our money right now is going into living expenses for the four of us. Having more people here, until everything becomes more sustainable, is a huge drain on our resources. I’m just listing all our options.”

“So what do you want to do?” Sam huffs. “Throw him back in Pandora?”

Quackity shakes his head.

“Wilbur does have the revive book knowledge, you know,” he says, and Dream’s blood runs cold. He can’t run, can’t move; he’s stuck in his seat, heart hammering faster in his chest as the other three hardly spare him a second glance. Sam purses his lips, a considering expression flashing over his face, as Quackity presses on. “Seriously- listen, Sam. There’s nothing that Dream is really offering, at the moment, that the rest of us can’t handle. Wilbur has the revive book, you can act as security to take out any threats - really, we shouldn’t be pissing anyone off until everything officially opens, and we can always retrieve him then when we need him. He’ll be out of the way, which means he won’t be able to start any fucking trouble,” Quackity laughs, short. “It’s a win-win.”

“I don’t know, Quackity,” Sam says, the words slow, but the tone is familiar enough for Dream to know that he’s already mostly given in. “It’s a risk, isn’t it? None of us but Dream have really used the revive book, before.”

Wilbur doesn’t even look at him when he chirps a reply. “That won’t be a problem, Sam. I’d be very happy to test it out, if you want.”

Quackity leans forward, and Dream nearly gags; he’s preening in his spot, eyes dancing as he smiles up at Sam. “Anything else you can think of?”

“I don’t know,” Sam trails off, and Dream looks down, only barely staving off the panic squeezing around his lungs and tears burning in his eyes. It’s nothing he hasn’t envisioned before, nothing he hasn’t expected, but this- he feels like such a fool, for hoping- “If we get ambushed, Q, I really don’t know if gear is going to be enough. You remember what Technoblade did last time.”

Quackity huffs, sounding annoyed, but nods to concede the point. “That is...fair. But then again, we don’t exactly know how good Dream is either, do we?” Quackity finally leans over to look at him, and Dream feels himself choke on his own breath at the dangerous gleam in Quackity’s eyes, all-too-familiar in their scrutiny, looking at him the same way they had pinned him to the floor of his obsidian-walled hell. “Anything to say, Dream?”

“I-” The words shake on Dream’s tongue, and he only barely manages a dry swallow as he struggles through the rest of his sentence, shrinking back from the heavy weight of three pairs of eyes fixed on his own, “I can be useful, s-” he only barely manages to bite down the word, a new wave of shame making him shrink back further past the fear. Quackity’s lip twitches upward.

Wilbur twirls a pencil in one hand, looking spectacularly bored; Dream’s chest shrieks with a harsh spike of envy at his composure. “How about you prove it?” His eyes are laughing when Dream gets a good look at them, amusement clear at the idea. “Put on a show?”

Quackity rolls his eyes. “What do you have in mind?”

“You want to know if Sam can serve as an adequate replacement for Dream’s combat prowess, no?” Wilbur leans back in his chair as he talks, still focused on spinning his pencil over and between his fingers, “Why doesn’t he prove it? Let them duel, one on one. If Sam kills Dream, then you’re right, we’re done, and we can all move on with our days. If Dream wins, then he’s proved his worth, and we can figure out the rest of the budget after. What do you think?”

Quackity’s lips press together, seeming displeased, but he doesn’t say anything in return. Sam, ever practical, drums his fingers against the table.

“That sounds...fair,” Sam purses his lips. “How would we judge this? Equal gear?”

Wilbur only smiles wider as he shakes his head. “I was thinking we would make it a little more accurate to reality, if Dream’s services were truly to be needed. Sam, you can keep your own gear, and Dream should use his own. I guess on your end we can fight until you yield, but for him…”

The words are left unsaid, but Dream flexes his hands underneath the table as he catches onto the implications. For him, it’s a fight to the death.

Sam shrugs. “That works for me. Dream?”

He doesn’t really have a choice, does he? “Okay.”

“Wonderful!” Wilbur claps, bringing his hands to his chest and looking thoroughly thrilled at the prospects of the potential duel. Quackity glares at Dream but doesn’t say a word, and Dream hunches into himself, nearly folding himself in half as he ducks as far as he can down his seat. Sam pulls out his sword, flipping it around and testing its weight, and Dream doesn’t quite manage to suppress his full-body shudder at the sight. “Let’s get started, then.”

They move out in a roughly single-file line out of the conference room, Wilbur making idle chatter as Sam continues to examine his armor and weapons as they walk. They settle into an open space in the still-unfinished casino that Wilbur looks around for a second and then deems appropriate for the duel. Sam sets down an enderchest to gather his necessary materials, and Dream settles in front of it himself afterwards, shifting the lid open with shaking hands as he tries to work through his inventory.

He’s started the process of building up his gear again in his spare time, but he’s not had the time to finish gathering netherite for both himself and Wilbur - Wilbur meets his eyes with a sly wink before equipping the set of netherite armor that Dream had crafted for him, and Dream stifles a desperate snarl. He doesn’t even have the other set (still a gleaming blue from unplated diamond) enchanted, outside of a Sharpness book that he had slapped onto a diamond axe. He gathers the rest of his supplies with careful hands, trying to press down the increasing trembling of his limbs from his growing panic, flexing his arm around the weight of a shield once again and pocketing steaks and golden apples from his hoard.

He has no potions, no good weapons, not even a properly enchanted crossbow to offer the slightest bit of an advantage. Dream lets his eyes flick up to where Sam is waiting at the opposite side of the room, standing up straight with enchanted netherite covering him head to toe and a familiar axe slung over his shoulder, and tries not to break down right then and there. It’s too familiar, too reminiscent of obsidian walls and netherite pressed against his ribs and demands that he behave, and despite the glittering white walls and high ceiling and cold night air he swears he could fall just from the memories alone. Drowning within them, he distantly remembers a duel long-past under a bright blue sky, Sam laughing under a swirl of potion particles on the grass surrounding the Community House lake, and wonders which of the memories hurt more.

“Dream,” Quackity snaps, and Dream stills in his place, slamming the lid of the enderchest shut as his heart hammers in his ears. Quackity watches him intently, expression twisted in disappointment, and some beaten, instinctual part of him whines uncomfortably at the sight. “Hurry up.”

Dream nods, because of course he does, and stands with the results of his mad scramble to gather anything that could be useful in the duel to come - a few gapples, steaks, a sword, a bow lacking any enchantments at all, and an axe and shield. It’s a rather pathetic ensemble, but it’ll be enough. It’ll have to be enough.

“Ready?” Wilbur takes place as referee, standing off to the side with a smile on his face as Dream stands across from Sam, holding his axe with a white-knuckled grip as the Warden - expression unreadable through the shadow of his helmet and the mask fixed over his face - squares his own stance in preparation for the fight. “Good luck.”

Wilbur’s arm cuts a line in the air as it drops, and the Warden explodes into action, lumbering forward as he raises his axe over his head to bring it down. Dream tumbles in the opposite direction, letting a long held back, battle-trained part of himself take over as he rights himself back on his feet, swinging up his shield to catch on the downward arc of Warden’s Hammer, frantically pressing back the dregs of fear and panic staining the corners of his vision black as he moves.

The Warden hits slow but hits hard, too big and bulky to really avoid any quick attacks but too well-armored to be easily defeated despite that. He’s a classic tank - Dream skitters out of the way of another hit as he reaches for memories of him that won’t leave him gasping, information on his opponent that didn’t come from within the prison and all its horrors.

He’d dueled Sam before, he knows; it wasn’t the same, as Sam was trying out a Turtle Master potion and intent on proving the superiority of Resistance IV against Dream’s own combat prowess. He’d failed, then; Dream forcefully steadies another breath as the sound of the Warden’s armor clanking against the ground almost sends him into another panic. He’ll have to fail now, too.

Fortunately, he’s been allowed food to heal - without it, this fight would probably be near impossible. As it is, even without the potion, the principles of this duel are the same. Dream swings up his axe, catching the blade hurling towards him in the crook where the head meets the handle just long enough to pull himself out of the way and let the Warden’s weapon fall uselessly to the ground. Dream raises his head in the second he has, tracing his gaze over the Warden’s armor in search for places to exploit. Even the best defenses aren’t perfect. All he needs to do is survive for long enough to chip through it.

A fumbled dodge leads to the Warden’s blade skimming past his skin, carving a thin red line in the skin of his upper arm. He hisses as he dives out of the way of the next blow, the twinges of pain from the area almost enough to make his vision unfocused, almost enough to send him tumbling head-first into the part of him screaming submit submit submit if you don’t fight back they won’t hurt you more. He grits his teeth as he swings forward, knocking away the axe coming towards him with his axe long enough to push forward with his shield and knock the Warden further away from him. He can’t afford to flinch, can’t afford to let fear take control of his movements as it has so many times before. The keening desperation running through his veins is familiar, but desperation can fall both ways, can make him fight or flee - and there’s only one real option that will end with him getting out of this alive.

Dream stands and forces himself to meet the next swing hurling towards him dead on, raising his shield to catch the blade and pushing forward past the shuddering shock in his left arm from the force of the blow. His own blade arcs downward in the next second, scraping against the Warden’s netherite armor with a metallic screech. He manages to get in two more blows before the Warden’s next attack has him backing away to dodge, shaking off his arm to get his shield ready for the next attack.

He has to stay on the offensive, keep pressing the Warden back and forcing the other to play defense. He’s still weak from the prison; in terms of brute strength, he’s no match from the Warden, not after months of starvation and torture stuck in a box with hardly enough room to stretch his legs. All he really has going for him is his speed and his experience, neither of which will do him any good if he teeters over the edge into the panic attack he’s been trying to hold off the entire time. Dream runs forward, not giving himself more than a second to breathe as he rushes the Warden once again, switching weapons mid-leap to a sword that will allow for quicker blows in the time that he has the Warden off-balance enough to attack freely. He scores a series of glancing hits on the Warden, none doing any major damage but altogether enough to make the Warden back off, wary, with a gasping note of pain, and Dream shakes his head to force himself to focus before running forward once more.

The Warden pulls out a shield of his own, and Dream switches back to the axe and swings it squarely into the shield, then twists himself around to the Warden’s unprotected back to catch him with another heavy blow that leaves him reeling in the second he takes to recover. He’s clearly untrained with a shield, his left arm clumsy as he tries to block Dream’s blows, and Dream uses the opportunity to score another few solid hits to the Warden’s sides and legs, getting a good blow with the blunt side of his axe into the back of one of his knees, leaving the warden limping when he pulls away.

Dream has hardly come off unscathed in the fight - he wheezes out a heavy breath through his teeth, chest aching from a hit that had broken one of his ribs. The exertion and anxiety still pressing at the back of his throat has left him light-headed, and he bites through a crisp, almost sickeningly-sweet bite of golden apple to close a wound bleeding sluggishly on his side. Neither of them can go on for much longer; the Warden’s grip tightens on his axe, and Dream swallows past the shudder that arises from the sight.

Once again, he raises his axe and runs into the fight, parrying the coming strike and twisting out of the way to strike at a joint of the Warden’s armor with the flat of his blade. The Warden’s arm raises, and Dream bites off a yelp of alarm as the handle of his axe is levied against his unarmored side, knocking him off-balance and falling back onto the ground, too disoriented to catch himself. He lands on his left arm, and his vision goes white as it gives out with a sharp crack.

Through half-lidded eyes, he can make out the Warden stalking closer, axe raised and ready to end the fight - end him. His chest shakes in a pathetic wheeze for breath, arm completely useless from where it’s screaming in pain underneath him. He needs to move, now, if he wants to survive this - fear swells forward, unhindered as his focus is broken by the vice grip the pain has on his skull - he’s shaking, now, the terror so familiar he can taste it - salt and iron and sticky-sweet health potions against the backs of his teeth-

The Warden raises his axe.

No.

Dream raises his sword just in time to catch the blade hurtling towards his neck, uses his foot to kick against the Warden’s grip on the handle. The axe clatters out of his grip, falls forward - Dream rolls away, breathing harshly around the pain threatening to make him black out. Unarmed, the Warden takes a second to grab a sword from his inventory while Dream forces himself back to his feet and kicks the axe as far away as he can.

He’s so flooded with panic he’s choking on it, broken arm hanging limply by his side as he charges forward, sword in hand. He won’t die, not after all this time, not after all this effort - he throws himself at the Warden, batters him with jabs and thrusts that force the other man to back away and parry, snarling wordlessly as he brings his sword to slash forward again and again.

His attacks are messy, uncoordinated, but the Warden is tired and disoriented from the loss of his weapon - he flinches back as Dream hits him in the jaw with the hilt of his sword, only barely matching his blows as he continues to push forward. Any hits that he scores on Dream are brushed off with a growl of pain and his sword moving even faster in his fury, and it’s not very long at all before he’s knocked flat on his back with a sweep of Dream’s legs, gasping for air as Dream pins him to the ground with a blade pressed against his neck.

Dream meets his wide eyes with his own, lips curled back in the same desperate rage that had moved him forwards despite the black creeping into the corners of his eyes and the lancing pain tying its strings around his neck and leaving him gasping for air. The sword in his hand bears threads of blood along its edge, pressing deeper into the Warden’s neck and drawing crimson up to the surface - a thousand fearful, angry thoughts swell up to the front of his skull in a singular, white-hot point. It is the Warden underneath his feet, at the end of his blade, cowering beneath him as he had cowered before - the Warden, the cause of his pain, the reason behind the ache in his gut and the stinging pains in his limbs and the piercing agony from his arm and chest. It would be so easy to push just a little harder, to press the sweet blue blade down and down and down until the Warden is gone and the Warden is dead and the Warden can’t hurt him anymore-

“Down, Dream,” Quackity snaps, and Dream backs off immediately, losing his grip on his sword as the command has him dragged back by the neck like an invisible leash and collar pulling him away. Sam settles back in a sitting position, still wide-eyed, wincing as he moves and bringing a golden apple from his inventory to heal the worst of his injuries.

“Eat,” Quackity commands again, and Dream only barely manages a stiff nod through the nausea and dread curling around his chest as the adrenaline begins to fade away, fumbling with the golden apple he finds in his inventory and nibbling at it to tide off the worst of the pain.

“Bravo, bravo,” Wilbur grins from the side, clapping slowly as he walks back into the middle of their makeshift arena - he’s taken his armor off again, but it doesn’t make the sight of him any less intimidating. “What a show! We should do that more often, what do you think?”

No, Dream almost screams, I can’t- but Quackity beats him to it, glaring at Wilbur with an incredulous expression.

“We don’t have the time to waste on your fucking ‘shows,’” he snaps, crossing his arms as he swings his gaze over to Dream. “Fine. You’ve proved yourself. Now hurry up - we have to clean up all of this shit and then figure out the rest of this fucking budget.”

Dream pulls himself to his feet, watching from the side as the Warden does the same.

“Make yourself useful and clean off all your fucking blood from the floor,” Quackity meets his eyes with a vicious glare, waiting until he stammers his way through an agreement before turning to the other two in the room. “Sam, Wilbur - with me. I want to get this money issue figured out tonight.”

Dream watches them go as he shuffles to the cleaning closet, feeling a shudder crawl up his spine once they’re out of sight. Make yourself useful, Quackity’s voice rings in his head, and Dream bites his lip, only stopping when he accidentally breaks through skin and the taste of blood floods his tongue.

He has a feeling that those words are going to haunt him for a long, long time.

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ladrien fic recs!

there are SO MANY amazing ladrien fics i cant possibly cover them all but here are a few!

(all the ratings used are ao3 ratings)

((this is a very long post!))

FLUFF

Of Ivy and Sunlight by cyanise [ T, 1509 words, 1/1 ]

When Adrien takes to wandering the streets of Paris in ungodly hours, Ladybug has no choice but to keep an eye on him. Still, things are bound to get a little out of hand between two overloaded teenagers with a lot of love and not enough self-control.

a lovely post-chat blanc fic :’) it has a great flow and is just soft and so sweet and it’s just perfect. gosh i cannot really say more other than read it!!! also almost all of their other stuff is also ladrien so do check it out!

This can't be happening by PlaPla [ T, 6,467 words, 1/2 ]

Ladybug is unsure whether accompanying Adrien to a gala as his not-date is the best or worst thing that has ever happened to her. But when their table mates turn out to be none other than her long time friends Alya and Nino and with Adrien acting weirder and weirder she finds herself with bigger worries than an unrequited crush.

a djwifi/ladrien double date? hit me up! i love identity shenanigans, ball dancing, ladrien, and djwifi and this is a perfect mix for me. i know it’s incomplete but it doesn’t end in a cliff-hanger really, the part 2 is just a promise of more so it doesn’t feel incomplete! PlaPla also has a short oneshot of ladrien going for a motorcycle ride.

Falling again by emsylcatac [ M, 4,506 words, 2 Works ]

They had been dancing around each other for a while now, and while fifteen year old Adrien would have been ecstatic at the idea of dating Ladybug in secret, twenty-two year old Adrien knew better. But Ladybug wasn’t making it easy. It was like… she, too, was falling for him. And that surprisingly enough, she didn’t mind.

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Or Adrien trying (and failing) to keep things professional between him and Ladybug when the two of them partner up for a mission. Older AU

things are a little steamy~ here (don’t worry, it’s only implied it’s very mild and closer to a T rating than the M) but it’s a great mature take on their dynamics! emsy has more ladrien one-shots in her collection of one-shots!

i'd love to go on a date with you by sae_what [ G, 6,480 words, 1/1 ]

Once it had been falsely announced throughout Paris that Adrien and Ladybug are in a relationship, Ladybug pays him a visit to turn him down gently.

Only, she doesn’t. And instead, she has a formal dinner date. With Adrien. At 8 pm. Tonight.

LADYBUG IN A SUIT!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. okay but for real it’s so sweet and also??? they are on a date!!! a rooftop date!! (too man exclamation marks oops)

Always Welcome by chatonne-rousse [ T, 1,683 words, 1/1 ]

Ladybug knows that Adrien's window is always open for her to swing by and stop in, whether for video games or a chat or, like tonight, for soft kisses and sweet nothings.

He loves these visits. His girlfriend is always welcome. Always. (Especially for kisses.)

Written for Ladrien June, day 8: bluebell eyes.

established relationship, pre-reveal ladrien. there is something very home-y about this fic and it’s all about the comfort and quiet that i adore about it!

Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir) by agrestenoir [ T, 1,923 words, 1/1]

Gabriel Agreste keeps finding Ladybug in his son's bedroom. As a super villain and father, this will not stand.

this crack fic is... honestly so hilarious. it’s all through gabrie-i-am-trying-to-parent-and-failing-a-lot-agreste’s POV so it is so much ridiculous!

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles [ T, 4,684 words, 1/1 ]

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Adrien is being a cat and gets tangled in the curtains on his window and it’s utterly ridiculous. all the bug and the cat tendencies make it funnier and adrien’s inner monologue is just a cherry on top!

secret valentine by a_miiraculer [ T, 12,245 words, 1/1 ]

this is the moment that we will come alive brace yourself for love sweet love, secret love

If Adrien had known that getting himself stuck in a tree would end like this, he would've gotten himself stuck sooner.

A drabble series.

i just,,,, don’t have words for how much i love it! it’s ridiculous, it’s cute, it’s funny, it’s whole-some and just ladrien. the writer also has a M rated multi-chapter ladrien kissing (no the M is very much real here) and a heroic adrien and ladybug one-shot too!

Those Benevolent Stars by peachcitt [ G, 23,696 words, 3/3 ]

“Will you come back?”

She looked up at the deep blue sky, as if she could somehow find the answer there. “I shouldn’t,” she said, shaking her head and looking back at him. But the stars were still there, caught in her eyes, and Adrien persisted.

“But will you?”

adrien meets his soulmate, a thief who calls herself ladybug. he falls for her, but she seems determined to maintain a space between them.

oh my god this au.... just no words!! it’s poetry and it’s tender and it’s about the yearning and just!!! perfect :’). Her current ongoing ladrien june fic is also akin to this (and the fic i linked before it) so do check it out too! (literally check out all of their works it’s so beautiful)

Flowers on the Window Sill by LNC [ G, 2,144 words, 1/1 ]

The first time Ladybug saw him, really saw him, the universe stopped.

this fic feels like poetry and it’s so lovely. LNC is always short and direct but it always hits right in the feels while also being hilarious. Her other ladrien works are just as good and i highly recommend going through them because it fulfills all of the ladrien needs (along with Reiaji)

whatever a sun will always sing is you by komorebirei [ T, 32,980 words, 37/37 ]

“I didn't think you'd actually... do anything," Adrien admitted, cheeks prickling with warmth. "I-I mean, I never expected... I didn't know you watched my interviews.” That definitely wasn’t how he'd imagined confessing to Ladybug.

“Of course I do!” Ladybug squeaked. “Uhh, that is…” She looked down at her hands, nervously turning her yo-yo over, over and over. “Maybe you’re not the only one with a crush.”

(After an unexpected confession, Ladybug and Adrien start dating in secret. A progressive character- and relationship-study quilted from drabbles, with the intention of digging treasure out of the cove that is Ladrien. Written using kashimalin-fanfiction's kiss writing prompts from Tumblr.)

it does such an excellent job at exploring this dynamic along with the characters. it’s such a sweet fic, each chapter short and fun!

ANGST

whose woods these are (I think I know.) by Reiaji [ T, 105,000 words, 25/25 ]

Four years after his future turns to cinders, Adrien is a servant in the house he was meant to inherit. Disowned by his father and abused by his stepmother, his days are filled with drudgery until he meets a masked huntress in the forest behind his father's chateau.

As his friendship with Ladybug turns to first love, he dreams of a future spent at her side.

Then, on the eve of the Princess's masquerade, he meets his guardian—and is granted a wish.

[Ladrien Cinderella AU]

Warnings: Child abuse, Graphic depiction of violence

this is absolutely gorgeous. it has so many troupes and so many amazing character arc and great build up and everything just flows so well. it left me in awe for weeks and i just. want to experience reading it for the first time again. look at this gorgeous art inspired by this! {and you have to read leonard bernstein too because LETTERS and LADRIEN and YEARNING}

i would do it again (oh, a thousand times) by bugabisous [ T, 2,266 words, 1/1 ]

Knowing you can bring someone back doesn’t mean you’re free of the pain of seeing them disappear before your eyes. He can’t imagine he’ll be able to look at her directly without replaying every horrifying moment when he felt her slip away in a puff of smoke.

When it happens once again, he already knows he’ll be trying again. He just can’t give up.

it expands on adrien’s feelings in the episode desperada (my beloved <3) and it is just ouch. such great angst, such great potential. the kind of tragedy that it offers is unusual for ml (it gets only rivaled by chat blanc tbh). to rival this angst bugabisous also has a fluffy one-shot :)

when the world gets too heavy (put it on my back) by Taliax [ T, 4,720 words, 1/1 ]

Chat Noir isn't allowed to cry over his father. But even when he's just Adrien, Ladybug won't abandon him.

Hawkmoth reveal hurt/comfort + Ladrien

the plagg and adrien bond written is just perfect, and oh this hits right in the feels :’) it hurts all in the right way. tali also has so many other ladrien works in all genres too

By Your Side by omniousunflower [ T, 4,361 words, 1/1 ]

(Angry and alone, Adrien waits on top of the Eiffel Tower for his lady.)

“So, how did my kitty get stranded up here?” Ladybug asks.

Groaning, Adrien pulls his knees toward his chest and presses his face against them. “Because he’s stupid and impulsive.”

“Chasing pigeons, then?”

“No.” Shame burns in Adrien’s veins, white-hot now that Ladybug is here to witness his stupidity. “I threw my Miraculous, and Plagg wouldn’t get it for me.”

post-hawkmoth defeat, and adrien is not doing well at all. i am cheating because it is post reveal, pre relationship but it’s still ladrien. this fic is a roller coater of emotions, starting from a slightly crack scenario to a cute, awkward, hopeful ending. More Than You Know is another of sunny’s angsty ladrien work!

Breaking The Rules (AKA The Ladrien Fistfight) by ThisKwamiNeeds_aNap [ T, 8,714 words, 1/1 ]

Marinette may or may not be dying, but she’s still going to do her best to fix every single problem in the world. She’s not expecting Adrien to be the one who tries to stop her. (Takes place immediately after Kwami Buster)

Warnings: panic attack, broken bones, PTSD. please read the tags!

*slaps this fic* this fic can fit in so much angst. it just?? left me in PAIN oof. it says ‘ladrien fistfight’ on the lid but nooo there is marinette is just having a freak out and it’s all so much??!! and it’s not just marinette there is adrien too and chloe and alya and- wow it’s amazing. love it so much it fills up my angst needs :’)

so that’s it for now! my personal commentary isn’t impressive nor does it do justice to the fic but i still hope you read a few of these!! happy reading!!

#ladren #fic rec #ml fic rec #miraculous ladybug #i know i dont do the fics justice but. oh well #lovesquare #ladrien #obviously check out the writers other workd too but this is ladrien so i am trying to give it a bit more emphasis #also i am so sorry i couldnt include more lesser known writers but unfortunatley they dont have ladrien uRGH anyway maybe sometime later!#i spend a lot of time on thi n got lazy so plz be considerate #also add recs if u want even self-promo is cool duh

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mooniefics · 3 years

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in the grand scheme of things [ 3 ]

pairings : zeke jaeger / reader, referenced eren jaeger / reader

word count : 5.5k

tags : unhealthy relationships, relationship discussions, implied cheating, drinking, break ups, mutual infidelity, dubious morality, love triangles

warning : descriptions of alcohol and drug use

summary : you and eren hadn't been doing the best these past few months, and no one that you knew seemed to have any answers for you, or pointers in the right direction. who better to offer you some sound, insightful relationship advice than his older brother. or so you thought.

— originally posted 1 / 28 / 21 on ao3 —

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sasha 3:47 pm hey u down to party tonight?? jean told connie he could get us into another one of the azo parties again

you sighed at the sight of the notifications on your phone from its place on the passenger's seat, pensively drumming your fingers on your steering wheel. the most recent party of the most popular fraternity chapter on your campus you'd attended had been the last party you'd subjected yourself to attending—the halloween party where you'd gotten ditched out and subsequently cheated on. though you could admit that it had been fun in the moment, especially when you had caught the struggle between sasha and historia when she saw your roommate snap a picture of her kissing the standoffish sophomore that always helped her with her english lit homework, ymir, rather than the fraternity guy she was meant to be with.

the memory of that night, at least the time before you'd realized your boyfriend and his annoyingly attractive best friend were nowhere to be found, made you consider. classes did start back up next week, and the most eventful thing you'd done over the break was your quaint little family get-together for new year's eve—and your two rendezvous with zeke, meetings that you were slowly beginning to feel more and more skeptical about as time went on—and you were sure that your second semester would drown you in work just as much—if not more—than you'd had in your first semester. so as soon as you came to a stop at a red light, you picked your phone up to shoot her back a message, laughing to yourself when she replied instantly.

you 3:51 pm party on a wednesday? really?

sasha 3:51 pm come onnnn please??? i heard nikos gonna be there! ur rlly gonna make me go all alone??

so that was why she wanted to go, to see the foreign culinary major that somehow always managed to send her back to the dorm with a large plate of food and a blinding smile plastered on her face for at least the next hour. you were honestly surprised that they hadn't gotten together yet, considering how many common interests they'd shared.

a pleasant thought suddenly popped into your head, the thought that she was probably asking you because mikasa had already declined, meaning that she wouldn't be in attendance. armin was out in turkey with eren, ensuring his absence. that fact made you feel a bit less anxious about accepting sasha's invitation. you could catch up with the friends you'd been unable to see while you were off-campus—or too swamped with work to be able to reach out to—let loose one last time before you were trapped back in the monotonous cycle of working, sleeping, crying, and eating for the next couple months until spring break. your mind had been made up.

you 3:52 pm fine. i'll go as moral support. but no promises u won't have to babysit after you've had ur fun with nikolo this break has been rough for me lol

sasha 3:53 pm oh god my i loveyou so much already picking out our outfits

you chuckled to yourself, slipping your phone into the cupholder as the brake lights of the car in front of you flashed off and you eased your foot onto the gas. you made it back to the dorm relatively quickly, sasha more than elated to see you even though you didn't have any food to bring back for her. and just as her text message had read, she'd already laid out one of your nicer dresses and a set of heels that didn't absolutely kill your feet by the end of the night by your bed, digging through the closet with a pile of discarded clothes growing on the floor.

"thanks sash," you giggled, "but don't you think it's a little to be getting ready? what time's the party?"

"connie told me seven-thirty, but jean said for us to come an hour later so we aren't the only ones there." she spoke over her shoulder, huffing as she tossed another piece of clothing aside, "but i wanna look good! i'm gonna hop in the shower as soon as i find the right thing to wear."

holding out your dress before you, you frowned. it was simple, black and made of a sheer, clingy material with lace accents decorating the low neckline, thin straps that bared the entirety of your shoulders and a modest amount of cleavage. it was one of your favorites, but the half-healed bruises scattered across the skin that would be exposed by it wasn't ideal.

"oh, don't forget to take a cheap coat that you don't mind forgetting. it's kinda chilly out, and i always end up losing track of mine during the night."

you let out a breath of relief, remembering that covering up a bit more would be weather appropriate. "yeah, i'll wear a long-sleeved undershirt and something light on top." perfect.

you waited until sasha had gathered her toiletries and scurried off to the nearest bathroom to change clothes, feeling your face heat up at the thought of zeke, the initial deep pigmentation having faded out over the last two days but still a very visible shade of faint red. you were fully dressed upon your roommate's return, earning an excited slew of compliments from her as she wrapped up her hair in a towel and settled down beside you to get started on her makeup.

you were actually grateful for how early she'd insisted on getting ready considering how long she'd agonized over her eyeliner, or how many times she'd applied and removed her lashes, complaining that "something was off" or "it just didn't look right". your suggested time of arrival came in no time at all, and by then sasha was more than eager to start rushing you despite the pace she'd been moving at earlier.

"hurry!! if niko brings food, i don't wanna get there by the time it's all gone!" she whined, jiggling the doorknob to your room impatiently, "for the thanksgiving party, he brought a charcuterie board with all these nice cheeses on it and it was so good, he looked so happy watching me eat it, it was so cute!"

you chuckled softly at her enthusiasm, shoving the last of your things into your clutch, zipping up your phone in the small inner pocket to insure that you didn't drop it and forget on the floor of someone's house this time. "i'm sure that even if we got there late, he'd set aside plenty of food for you."

the walk to the fraternity's designated house was made much shorter by sasha's insistence, practically dragging you along by the wrist the whole way at a near jog. you couldn't deny that you were feeling a bit nervous about the whole ordeal, knowing that you would have sasha, connie, and jean at the very least, but unaware as to what you would really do besides mill around. at the halloween party, you'd been able to play the variety of drinking games that had been set out for the guests with eren and his friends, but now you weren't entirely sure who to stick to for the majority of the night.

you didn't want to bother jean or connie after they'd gotten secured you an invite, and you were sure that sasha was expecting to be able to spend some time alone with the guy she'd came to see in the first place, meaning you'd have to spend a majority of the night alone, or the unfavorable option of mingling with unfamiliar people. but you realized that was a pill you'd have to swallow as you approached the steps of the house, nearly tripping up over your feet from the speed that sasha was hauling you along at, watching her furiously knock at the door.

there were people wandering about in the yard, some on their phones, most likely waiting for their own friends to arrive, and a smoky stench of something that definitely wasn't just tobacco wafting from the group of men camped out on the porch murmuring amongst each other. you could hear the volume of the music inside the house, almost able to feel it thrumming across the floor if you focused enough.

"thomas!" she exclaimed at the sight of a younger-looking blonde boy when the door opened, whose existence you honestly had no idea about until just now, grinning so broadly it made your own cheeks hurt for her, "jean invited us!"

"oh, come right in." he beamed right back, calling loudly over his shoulder, "yo, jean, your friends are here!"

the inside of the house looked just as you expected, already crowded to max capacity, jean having to maneuver past the throng of people gathered near the front to approach the two of you. "damn, i feel like i haven't seen you in forever." he did his best to speak over the music, wrapping you up in a friendly squeeze, "glad to see you could finally make it." he turned to sasha. "niko's already in the kitchen, by the way. asked when you were coming just a few minutes ago."

sasha's face lit up with glee, turning to you, silently asking for permission to go off on her own as if you could ever deny her and her overly-eager expression. "go get 'em, tiger." you smiled, giving her a few pats on her shoulder to send her off on her way, watching her disappear into the crowd in record time.

but before apprehension of her absence could set in, you felt jean's arm sling around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "c'mon, you didn't think i was gonna ditch out and let you hang alone all night?" you giggled, turning your head up to look at him properly for the first time.

you'd first met jean in your statistics class, an unfortunate requirement for your major of choice, and initially bonded over your mutual connection through sasha. they'd been good friends in high school, and you'd just moved into a room for at least the next year with her, so you figured it'd do you well to have someone who could get you in her good graces in the event that you two didn't get along. but, thankfully, you two were just fine on your own, and sasha and jean became your first friends outside of the small group you and eren shared.

the only real conflict of interest between the two of you seemed to be your aforementioned boyfriend, and you couldn't really be upset at him for that. eren could be difficult to get along with even at the best of times, he wasn't a terrible person—at least before he'd cheated—but he wasn't exactly the most friendly either.

"is this piercing new?" you asked, reaching up to brush your thumb over the small earring hugging the shell of jean's ear.

"yeah, got it for new year's. pretty hot, right?" you snorted, earning a grin from him, "by the way, if you need to use the bathroom just tell me, the one on the main floor is fucking filthy. and also probably has no toilet paper."

"will do." you could feel the tension ebbing away in his company, at least when you ignored the annoyed glances other girls were sending your way when they noticed his arm around you, "so, what's on the menu for tonight?"

"well, we probably have every kind of alcohol known to man," he said, leaning down to speak into your ear as he began to guide you through the crowded first floor, "beer kegs are out back, junk food and all the inexpensive shit is in the kitchen." he stopped at the opening to a hallway, smile evident in his voice. "but i'm feeling pretty generous tonight, so if you want some of the good stuff we have stashed, just say the word."

"wow, such a gentleman. do you say that to every girl that comes in?" you playfully replied, thankfully far enough away from the music now that you didn't have to talk at nearly a shout.

"only the ones i like." he added a terribly over-exaggerated wink, earning another small laugh from you, "so, what'll it be? vodka, tequila, or triple sec?"

you blinked up at him. "that's it? when you said 'good stuff', i imagined a little more variety."

"beggars can't be choosers, sweetheart. and anyways we're a frat, not a restaurant, so either take your pick or go enjoy some cheap wine while you watch nikolo and sasha drool over each other."

you rolled your eyes, feigning anger in the face of his attitude, huffing out your answer. "surprise me then, frat boy."

"good answer." he said with a grin, "wait here."

he disappeared down the hall, leaving you to stare in silence at the wall before you and listen to the barely muffled sounds of the party going on just a few meters away. you opened up your clutch to fish out your phone, opening it to find your text conversation still open, catching a glimpse of connie's name. you felt a little guilty that you'd almost forgotten about his expected presence, seeing as he had messaged you and you hadn't heard anything from sasha or jean yet. you decided to shoot him a quick text letting him know that you and sasha had arrived, not surprised when he didn't respond as quickly as he usually did, knowing that he was already wrapped up in getting high out of his mind somewhere here or doing so elsewhere.

you opted to kill time tapping through your feed, making it a point to quickly scroll past any posts with armin's handle attached to them. the thought of eren having fun halfway across the world was both pleasant and disheartening at the same time. you felt stupid for still clinging on to the second thoughts about ending things the second he got back. sure, all the dots connected suspiciously well to create a picture that led to the clear conclusion of cheating, but eren wasn't good at hiding things. you remembered the time in your junior year when he'd barely been able to keep your surprise party that your friends had organized you a secret before one of them slipped up about it and exonerated him from blame, and you couldn't help but ask yourself if he was really capable of hiding such a terrible deed when he couldn't even conceal the harmless types of secrets from you.

the more confrontational part of you said that that was ages ago, that both you and him had changed so much since your time in high school, and maybe one of those changes was what made him put so much distance between the two of you these last months rather than hang around you and risk airing out his dirty laundry. you knew you should be angry with him, you would be more than right to be angry with him, but you force yourself to stop clinging to the simpler times, the days when he'd look at you like you'd put the stars in the sky and said all he ever wanted to do was be around you. you couldn't believe how much had changed in so little time.

"ta-da!" jean's voice interrupted your self-pity, a tall plastic cup suddenly occupying your vision, "long island iced tea for the lady. with a straw."

"christ, jean, are you trying to kill me?" you guffawed, taking the cup from him anyways, "my first real party in months and this is what you start me off with?"

"at least give it a try! after i took all that time to make it for you.." he furrowed his brows at you, only relaxing after you took a tentative sip. it was surprisingly not as strong as you thought it would be, a little on the sweeter side, but it served as a good distraction for the burn of five different alcohols sliding down your throat. "pretty good, isn't it?"

"meh. five out of ten." you snarked, giggling around the straw between your lips.

"typical," he lamented, clutching his hands over his heart, "all you and sasha ever do is use me."

"don't lie to yourself, jean. you love us."

you didn't know if it was the dim lighting casting a shadow over his face, but you could swear that you saw his cheeks flush at your assertion. "anyways.. speaking of love, you still dating that asshole? eric?"

"eren." you corrected, laughing at the error, "and, well, it's complicated."

"complicated? then i'm assuming he fucked up big time, considering he's not even here with you this time around."

you took a long sip of your drink, fiddling with the bendy part of your straw, the thought of his infidelity weighing heavily on your heart. "well he'd probably be here if he wasn't out of town, he's been planning to take his trip for a while now.."

jean shot you a displeased look. "i seriously don't know how you put up with that guy, you're selling yourself short honestly. planning on breaking up with him anytime soon?"

you cast your gaze to the floor, thankful that the warmth of the alcohol in your stomach was helping to ease the cool hollowness settling deep into your chest. "oh hush. you don't even know the whole story, jean."

"well i know enough. if you're in the market for any new guys, i'll scout out someone nice for you." you scoffed at his offer, but didn't outright deny it either, unable to help smiling along with him when he smirked and nodded over to the party in the other room, "now, come play me in beer pong, then you'll really have something to complain about."

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zeke could confidently say that his night had been utterly unremarkable.

another quiet day spent working at the library, where he'd actually glanced at the door more times than he was willing to admit with the hope that it would be you walking in. he'd actually been quite tempted to message you, to ask what you were doing, if you had anywhere between two and three so that maybe he could see you, but he'd ultimately decided against it. he couldn't quite figure out the exact cause of his newly-found infatuation with you, but the rationality of it didn't concern him as much as it probably should've, he was simply pleased to relive the very recent memories of your encounters together and anticipate your next meeting—at least until his younger brother returned.

eren had attempted to goad a reaction out of him with an assortment of unsavory texts calling him just about every name in the book, a constant stream of questions asking why he did it, or what he'd done to deserve such a thing, and even a few desperate pleas begging him to say that it wasn't really you. of course, he'd ignored all of them, and he wondered if eren was trying to contact you as well, knowing that you wouldn't be able to see the messages even if that was the case, though still curious nonetheless.

but for the moment, he was lounging at his usual downtown bar, seated in a booth beside reiner and across from porco at their rescheduled night out, since both marcel and porco were unable to make it yesterday, the latter sulking after his noisy attempt to flag down the waitress ended in failure.

"is marcel actually gonna make it tonight?" reiner asked, plucking a stick of celery from the appetizer platter in the middle of the table.

"no clue." porco replied, sipping his mojito, "said he got caught up at work again, so either the let down text is gonna come any minute now, or he's gonna show up for an hour and then disappear."

zeke chuckled. "post-marriage life sure is tough, i guess."

"you can say that again. he's always calling me, freaking about the idea of kids and his mortgage and stuff that i didn't even think about until he complained about it, scary shit."

"you say that like you're not two years away from being his age."

porco began what was sure to be one of his smart-ass replies, but the waitress had finally approached their booth, hiding her annoyance with his friend with a forced smile as she took the orders for their entrées. zeke pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans when he felt it buzz, feeling the slightest hint of disappointment by the fact that it wasn't you.

"who is it? your new girlfriend?" reiner grumbled, smirking when porco shot up in his seat.

"girlfriend?!" he exclaimed far too loudly.

"yup. zeke didn't tell you he's dating a high-schooler?"

so much for "your business", zeke thought to himself. "oh, fuck off. she's in college." he frowned at his roommate, only met with another tired expression of disappointment.

"just barely." reiner turned back to the man across the table, "it's one of his brother's ex-girlfriends too."

porco stared at him incredulously, eyes wide and judgmental, falling back against the cushion of the seat with a low whistle. "shit zeke.. that's kinda fucked up, don't you think?" he seemed uncomfortable by the unexpected revelation, "you're almost thirty and you're screwing around with someone who's probably not even twenty? is this an afraid-of-getting-old thing? mid-life crisis??"

"she's an adult, she can make her own choices." zeke didn't appreciate the sudden scrutiny, finishing off his old fashioned in the hopes that the bourbon would wash away the self-conscious feeling settling unpleasantly in his gut, "not my fault that her choice happens to be wanting to be around me rather than the guys her age."

"what ever happened to you and pieck? she's hot—"

"and actually over the legal drinking age."

both porco and zeke pointedly ignored reiner's interaction as the former continued. "—i thought it was working out between you two.. what happened?"

zeke shrugged. "just wasn't the right fit for me. but you liked her, didn't you? before we had our thing." he looked up at his friend, forcing a casual grin, "maybe you could give that shot now."

he felt a bit more at ease seeing porco's ears and cheeks flush red, now fiddling with the lime garnish on the rim of his glass. "we still talk here and there.. i don't really know much about what she's up to these days."

before he could answer with more words of encouragement that detracted from the previous, morally-incriminating topic, his phone began to vibrate, and he felt his heart leap into his throat at the sight of your name on the screen. "sorry, gotta take this."

he tugged on his jacket and slid out of the booth, ignoring reiner's chastising glance and porco's bewildered look, passing the waitress who was now carrying a platter with their food and refills on his way out. the cool night breeze was refreshing in comparison to the awkward, almost cramped atmosphere that had developed over their discussion, his breath coming is foggy puffs in the chilled, january air as he pressed the answer button. immediately upon raising the phone to his ear, he was met with a blurred assortment of background noise, able to discern the muffled sound of music and the sound of footsteps outside of whatever room you were in.

"hello?"

"oh, zeke, you answered!!" he could hear in your voice that you were clearly intoxicated, much more than you had been when you were at his house, words stringing together and ending syllables unnecessarily drawn out.

he felt uncharacteristically worried at the realization that you were at a party, one that sounded quite large and crowded, most likely crawling with unsavory individuals that he knew prowled around those sorts of events when he himself was in college. "are you alright? where are you right now? do you need me to pick you up?"

zeke was already digging around in his coat pocket to check if he had his keys, more than prepared to take off without his meal or saying goodbye to his friends inside. "'m at a party on campus, 's okay. in the bathroom. just thinking."

zeke didn't feel eased at all at the sound of loud knocking coming from somewhere, hearing you becoming distant for a moment as you presumably pulled the phone away from your ear to call out that the bathroom was occupied. there was shuffling on the other line, then silence for a short moment. "can i ask you something?"

zeke frowned. the idea of not being able to know who was monitoring you in this state wasn't sitting well with him. "go ahead."

"but don't call me stupid, ok? i already know it's a stupid question, but i still wanna ask it."

"there's no such thing as stupid questions." he assured you, ignoring the buzz of a text notification, most likely porco or reiner telling him to come back in before the burger he ordered got cold.

"do i really have to break up with eren?"

zeke felt something odd flicker in his chest, that unfamiliar feeling he'd felt when he caught you staring at you and his brother's one-sided chat logs, but yet the affirmative answer he thought he would be able to give with no problem sat on the tip of his tongue, undelivered. he thought back to that face reiner had made when he told him who you were, and porco's hesitant words trying to rationalize his actions but ultimately failing to do so.

zeke didn't understand why he felt so conflicted all of a sudden. this was meant to be a simple ordeal, one where he got what he needed to teach eren a lesson and moved on with his life. but now here he was, concerned about your whereabouts, focusing hard enough on your muddled words that he managed to catch the wobble in your voice that betrayed your own state of emotional unrest. he realized a moment too late that he hadn't said anything, hearing a small sniffle on your end before we began speaking.

"god, i can't believe i said that out loud, you must really think i'm dumb r'now, but.. i just can't let go of what we had." he was sure that you were crying now. "i keep thinking about what you said, an' you're right. he's been an ass to me, he practically ignored me for, like, three months, probably fuckin' cheated on me with his hot best friend, so i can't understand why i just wanna keep trying to fix things... and its so confusing 'cause everyone just keeps telling me to enjoy myself an' have fun, but i have no idea what i even want anymore, and i don't even know what we are right now and i can't fuckin' believe i cheated on my boyfriend with his fuckin' older brother and i don't know what i'd ever do if he found out."

by the end of it, you were letting out small, hiccuped sobs, breath fast and uneven just as it had been the night he'd invited you over. he honestly didn't know what to say, listening to you cry, staring at the steam of his breath as it dissipated out into the night. you were a good person, someone who was undeserving of such treatment from either him or eren, but it was simply an unfortunate coincidence that you had been caught in the fray.

he took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts, preparing to deliver an affirmation similar to the one he'd given you a few days ago when you first laid all your relationship troubles out on the table, but there was a rapid, more insistent knocking at the bathroom door on your end. he could hear a female voice calling out your name, and the jiggling of the door knob.

"hold on," you paused, sniffling, "it's my roommate."

you steadied yourself enough to say that, tossing the phone somewhere before he heard the sound of the door unlocking. "there you are!! are you seriously wasted already? it's only, like, eleven?! why are you crying???" your roommate sounded tipsy, but nowhere near as intoxicated as you currently were, which eased zeke's initial worry, "jean! can you c'mere for a sec! wait, were you calling someone?"

there was a brief pause, and zeke could practically see your tiny nod and teary eyes in his head, then heels clicking over tile and the sound of the phone being lifted, followed by a hurried, "hey, this is her roommate! she's fine, gotta go!"

then silence, just him and the faint noise coming from inside the bar behind him. he didn't know what to think. from the sounds of it, it seemed like your friends were taking care of you for the time being, friends who names he vaguely remembered you speaking of when you'd been detailing your time at the halloween party—people that were unfamiliar to him, people he wasn't sure that he could trust. and a small part of him, a tiny voice at the back of his head, scoffed at his flimsy mask of worry that barely hid the true emotion, his possessive nature, driving his desire to go pick you up and bring you back to the apartment to take care of so you'd have to be there with him another morning with your thankful gazes and blunt, half-awake words.

he knew he was in no place to begin laying judgement at these unknown people in your life considering what he'd done, but it was an innate sort of feeling, the thought that always clouded his mind when he laid eyes on people that were younger than him, that he knew more than them, that somehow he would always be above them in an invisible hierarchy. that same feeling that he felt when he found himself looking down at you.

"zeke?" a warm, friendly voice broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes turning up from the ground to find a tired-looking marcel standing before him, "what are you doing out here by yourself?"

"smoke break." the lie slipped between his lips before he even thought of the fact that there was no cigarette between his fingers, no scent of smoke in the air or clinging to his clothes, "glad you could make it, everyone's inside. pretty sure porco already ordered you something."

but instead of immediately heading inside for zeke to come after him, marcel stood for a moment, lips drawing back and eyebrows knitting into a concerned expression. "is everything okay?"

zeke thought for a moment, giving a non-committal shrug in response.

"still having family troubles?"

despite having been quite fixated on his negative feelings revolving his own younger brother for the last few days, zeke had almost pushed out a majority of the sordid details of the entire situation out of his head, which now seemed to all flood back with such a short, simple question.

"you could say that." zeke scratched the back of his neck, now wishing he'd actually had a cigarette to take his mind off of all these turbulent thoughts, "all the arguing and shit subsided already, but..."

"anything from your dad?" marcel's voice was almost tentative asking that, frowning when zeke said nothing, "sorry.. didn't mean to be insensitive about it."

"it's not insensitive. just," he swallowed, tucking his phone back into his pocket and reaching out to push open the bar door, a silent, less embarrassing way to signal that he no longer wanted to talk about it anymore, "just kind of fresh. that's all."

they both stood in silence for a moment, marcel's eyes wandering his face, features expressing a clear concern, but thankfully, he didn't push the issue any further, simply following him inside like zeke wished he would've done minutes earlier to save him the trouble, proceeding to the booth housing their friends. the conversation didn't wander back to the topic of him and his morally dubious relations nor his current familial situation, much to his relief, making it much easier for him to just allow the conversation to flow around him, finding himself not having much of an appetite or desire to speak much with so much on his mind.

for a moment, zeke wondered to himself if this was a punishment from the universe, feeling so downtrodden on what was usually one of his more enjoyable nights in the week. not to say that they were always amazing to be around, but spending time with porco, reiner, marcel, and sometimes bertholdt made up most of the meaningful social interactions he had, and to have lost out on it today of all days just seemed like some odd form of karmic justice as a result of him behaving so selfishly.

but he held out for the rest of the evening anyways, going through more drinks that he probably should've, finding easier to tune in to porco and reiner's usual bickering, marcel's attempts to quell them, the ambient sound of bustling waiters and clinking glasses and plates to bury down any thought of you or his family or what was to come at the end of the week, the consequences with much more magnitude in his life than an just an unpleasant night out.

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This completes column #2 on my bingo card, the square was “Eager Backstage Groupie”

Another Shot of Courage

Saturday, May 1st, 8:16 AM

Caroline wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in the little black dress she'd worn to Kat's birthday party, with a headache and a foul-tasting mouth. She's sprawled in the middle of a very large mattress, so the first thing Caroline does is explore. She stretches her arms out tentatively, expecting to poke someone (hopefully an unobjectionable someone) awake.

She appears to be alone, and Caroline relaxes into the fluffy pillows. She wiggles experimentally, satisfied when her bra and underwear dig into uncomfortable areas and gives in to the temptation to burrow under the duvet.

She just needs a minute to regret her life choices before she confronts them. Caroline sighs, stretches, and her fuzzy head begins to clear, memories sharpening.

And yikes.

Can she stay in her self-made blanket fort forever? A lot of her conduct last night had been highly irrational, some of it downright hypocritical. She is a public relations professional, highly sought after. Her clients pay many pretty pennies for her services.

Had she seriously mauled Klaus Mikaelson in one of the trendiest clubs in LA?

Caroline tugs down the blanket, intent on confirming her suspicions, allowing her to look around and study the room with new eyes.

There's a brick fireplace at the end of the bed, a wide armchair in front of it – not particularly revealing. Her eyes flick to the left. There's nothing, but dark curtains pulled tight over a wall of windows.

When she looks to the right, there's a smoking gun. Well, kind of. It's a drafting table, an easel, and shelves featuring paintbrushes, haphazardly stacked sketchbooks, and a bunch of other things that Caroline doesn't currently have the brainpower to identify.

She considers slipping out of bed and checking to see if those curtains cover any kind of door. She thinks it's logical to assume so. She's only been to Klaus' home a few times, tries to insist they meet at her office. She's never ventured far beyond the kitchen and living rooms, but it's a Spanish-style bungalow on a sprawling lot. Why wouldn't he have a walk out into the yard from his bedroom?

She discards the idea with some regret. Running away without a word is a coward's move and would probably backfire. Klaus is still her client, whatever psychosis had gripped Caroline last night, and it's not like she could dump him via email at this point. He's got a huge movie coming in three weeks, and they're flying to London tomorrow to begin the premiere tour. She could probably pass it on to another publicist, but she'd still be on the hook, would have to coordinate her plans long-distance.

Selfishly, Caroline hopes that's not necessary. She'd hate for someone else to reap the benefits of her hard work.

She heaves herself into a sitting position, wincing when her head throbs. Her stomach seems solid, with no hint of queasiness, so that's a plus. Caroline tosses the covers aside, shifts until her legs slide over the side of the bed. She catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror through the open closet door and cringes.

She'd done an excellent smoky eye last night, and it's migrated all over her face. She doesn't even want to consider how long it's going to take to detangle her hair. She decides she can wait a bit to hunt down Klaus, stepping forward and twisting the knob on the closed door. "Jackpot," Caroline mutters, walking into Klaus' bathroom. There's a stack of towels on the counter, and she figures it won't hurt to take a shower.

She'd had her tongue in his mouth and had apparently kicked him out of his bed, so what's one more presumption?

Friday, April 30th, 10:47 PM

In the VIP lounge Kat had rented, elevated above the main dance floor, Caroline waves away a shot of tequila. She'd had one during the birthday toast, wine at dinner. Had just ordered an overpriced cocktail. She's pleasantly tipsy but needs to pace herself because she can't get too drunk tonight.

Besides, Caroline and tequila have a complicated relationship.

Kat boos her, a few of the other girls joining in. Caroline laughs, "I know, I'm boring. I have a million things to do tomorrow to make sure I'm ready to live out of a suitcase for weeks."

Katherine scoffs, "Just make Klaus buy you anything you forget. What good is a guy who's hot for you and makes big fat superhero movie paychecks if he won't buy you pretty things?"

They've discussed this a bajillion times. Caroline has actually run away from this exact conversation, shouting nonsense syllables, with her fingers jammed in her ear, as if she and Katherine still fight over Barbies and who gets to wear dress-up trunk's best princess dress.

Caroline still can't resist arguing – it's a character flaw. "He's my client. That's it."

"Oh, please. Men in this town bone their clients all the time."

"That doesn't make it okay!"

Usually, this is the part where Katherine tries to convince her that Klaus is dying to be boned – her words, not Caroline's – but she gets distracted, squinting across the bar. Kat's lips curl, expression growing sly, "It appears my argument is moot."

Um, what? Katherine's literally never backed down from an argument in the twenty-plus years they've been friends. Puzzled, Caroline turns, trying to see what caught Kat's attention.

The club features several VIP lounges, each located at the top of a short staircase and decorated with wide velvet sofas and crystal chandeliers. There's an attendant who keeps booze and food flowing. It's clever – the sofas are inviting and squishy, tend to force people close together. The chandeliers ensure that anyone who happens to take a picture can get a decent shot, and the free flow of liquor has lowered the inhibitions of at least half a dozen celebrities, resulting in photos that send the gossip blogs into a tizzy as soon as they hit the internet.

When Caroline spots Klaus across the way, a redheaded model sprawled in his lap, she's immediately fuming.

"Looks like he got tired of waiting," Kat drawls. "Wanna reconsider the tequila?"

"Katherine. I love you. But zip it."

Katherine makes a face but leaves Caroline alone, turning to another one of their friends and asking a question. Caroline takes a deep breath, counts to ten.

She'd busted her ass to make him appear family-friendly enough to land the movie with the very PR-conscious studio that had netted him the big fat checks Katherine had just been crowing over. He's jeopardizing that on the eve of the most significant press tour of his career.

She looks over again, leaning forward. The redhead's moved away, she's sitting at Klaus' side, and they now appear to be merely engaged in conversation. Caroline does her best to think like a photographer – is there an angle that could make the scene look tawdry?

Probably not. So really, Klaus isn't jeopardizing anything.

Caroline's anger doesn't cool at the revelation.

She's so screwed.

She's on her feet before she decides to be, stalking down the stairs. She hears Katherine yelling borderline lewd encouragement at her back, but Caroline knows better than to take her advice.

She's marching over to diffuse, not inflame.

Hopefully.

Saturday, May 1st, 9:01 AM

She finds Klaus in his living room, asleep, his legs hanging awkwardly over the arm of a too-short couch, his torso twisted so awkwardly that Caroline's back twinges sympathetically. With the confirmation that she had stolen his bed, more of Caroline's irritation fades. The shower had helped, as had the bottle of water she'd guzzled and the three Tylenol she'd popped.

She takes a seat on his coffee table, setting down her second bottle of water. Caroline reaches out, shaking his shoulder gently. "Klaus," she murmurs when he begins to stir. "Wake up."

She could probably leave him to sleep. Klaus' stylist will handle most of his packing; he's borrowed a dizzying volume of outfits and accessories for Klaus to wear on this trip. The announcement won't come for another two weeks, but Klaus is shooting a Dior cologne ad once his press obligations wrap. The brand had requested he start wearing the newest line. Caroline had attended the last fitting, and she'd had a hard time keeping her blatant ogling under wraps.

Klaus looks good in ratty jeans, in a suit tailored to his measurements? Just about anyone attracted to men would have struggled not to appreciate the sight.

That's how Caroline had justified letting her emails pile up that afternoon.

She'd been a little worried about her control slipping on this trip, once they were alone in the hotel, and Klaus dropped the shiny, press-perfect façade he's learned to maintain. Caroline had designed that mask to appeal to the broadest possible audience. Doing interview prep has unfortunately only emphasized how much more she likes Klaus without it.

Klaus stretches, eyes fluttering open. "Good morning," he murmurs, voice husky with sleep. "I hope you slept better than I did."

Caroline winces, "Don’t you have a guest room or two you could have shoved me in?”

He smiles lazily, “You were quite insistent on touring my bedroom.”

Her eyes slam shut, face heating, “And that is why I don’t drink tequila unsupervised,” she grumbles.

He laughs, sitting up, his legs bracketing hers. He reaches for her water bottle and helps himself to a sip. Caroline leans back, fishing the Tylenol out of the pocket of the hoodie she’d stolen from his closet. She’d needed something bulkier to hide the fact she hadn’t been able to convince herself to strap her bra back on. “Do you want these?” she asks, rattling the bottle.

Klaus shakes his head, “I’m not hungover. I didn’t drink at all, and you stole that shot of tequila that was meant for me, remember?”

Ohhh no. She’d forgotten about that. She’d stolen his and the model’s.

Which, in hindsight, goes a long way to explaining what had happened after. Caroline’s problem with tequila is that once she starts, she has a hard time stopping. It heightens her usually non-existent impulsive streak, leads to sub-par decisions.

Occasionally, tequila does make her clothes fall off.

Caroline buries her hands in her face, wishing she hadn’t tied her hair back. She’s mortified, probably growing splotchy. “I am so sorry,” she mutters.

Klaus sighs, tries to tug her hands away. Caroline resists, tensing her muscles, wishes she’d gone with her first instinct and fled out the backdoor. He rests his hands on her knees, squeezing, voice dipping into coaxing tones. “No apology necessary. I’m not the least bit upset.”

Unfortunately, Caroline’s totally up to the task of being upset enough for the both of them.

Friday, April 30th, 10:53 PM

Once the attendant in Klaus VIP area confirms that he does know Caroline and lets her up the stairs, Klaus has managed to increase the distance between his body and the model’s. He seems pleased to see her, grabbing her hand and tugging her to sit next to him on the couch.

Close enough that they’re connected thigh to shoulder.

The model, whose name Caroline doesn’t particularly care about, is less welcoming. She glares daggers at Caroline’s hand, still enclosed in Klaus’. He makes polite introductions. “Genevieve, this is my publicist and very good friend, Caroline Forbes. Caroline, Genevieve. She’s a friend of Kol’s.”

Klaus’ younger brother is also an actor, still firmly in the throes of his wild child phase. Caroline finds him entertaining, despite her best intentions, but he’s known to delight in making her job more complicated. She glances around suspiciously, “Is Kol here?”

Klaus gestures vaguely to the dance floor. “Somewhere. He dragged me out to celebrate a pilot he booked, then disappeared.”

Hmm, that could lead to disaster. Caroline wonders if she should shoot his publicist a text as a professional courtesy.

Caroline smiles at Genevieve sharply, “So sweet of you to keep Klaus company.” It’s mean, but Caroline wonders if Genevieve has somehow heard about Klaus’ Dior deal through the grapevine. Maybe she’s aiming for a co-starring role – Caroline’s read the treatment for the commercial; it’s supposed to be streamy.

Oh, good lord, High School Caroline has somehow time traveled and taken over her body.

Genevieve pastes on an equally fake smile (at least Caroline’s not the only one regressing). Before she can snipe back, a silver tray is set in front of them, two shots resting on it. The attendant catches Caroline’s eye, “Can I get you anything, Miss?”

Klaus interrupts, squeezes her hand in an absent apology, “Sorry, there must be some mistake. I ordered a water.”

He’s contractually obligated to maintain a ridiculously chiseled body. Caroline’s got a reminder in her phone to order him a pile of celebratory spaghetti after his press obligations are officially over and he can relax for a few months.

The attendant’s eyes flit to Genevieve in confusion, “I…”

“I cancelled that,” she chirps, sliding her hand up Klaus’ arm. Genevieve leans in, tone lowering to what Caroline thinks is supposed to be a seductive level. “Figured we would toast.”

Caroline catches it because she’s practically plastered to Klaus’ other side. “Who toasts with tequila?” she asks. “Other than creeps at bars, I mean.”

Had Caroline not been well acquainted with Katherine Pierce, she might have been intimidated by Genevieve's attempt at a lethal glare.

Caroline stares back, reaching blindly for the first shot. She tosses it back, then the second, fighting the shudder that wants to wrack her frame through sheer willpower alone.

“Bitch,” Genevieve mutters, standing and flouncing away.

It’s petty, but Caroline savors her win.

Klaus is staring at her oddly, a touch concerned. “Maybe we should get you some water, love.”

Saturday, May 1st, 9:04 AM

“There were more shots when I got back to Kat’s party,” Caroline moans. “I’m going to kill her. She knows my weaknesses.”

“While I am reluctant to defend your irritating friend, she did seem rather intent on her fun. It was her birthday, wasn’t it?”

Caroline nods, “Yeah. And Kat’s always been firmly convinced that she should get to do whatever her little black heart desires on her birthday.”

“She did insist I ensure you get home safely. I’m afraid you were rather reluctant to supply your address.”

She sighs, finally dropping her hands. “Honestly, I just moved into a condo. I might not have remembered it.” That’s the less embarrassing option. It’s probably more likely that tequila drunk Caroline had crafted a plan to seduce Klaus, and step one entailed getting invited to his house. “I know you said not to apologize, but I obviously put you out. I’m supposed to babysit you, not the other way around.”

Klaus laughs, his knee nudging hers. “I haven’t needed that for ages, as you well know.”

He has a point – Caroline likely wouldn’t have agreed to take him on if he was still indulging in public drunkenness and paparazzi punching. When she’d first met with Klaus, it had been out of curiosity. She’d made a comfortable living from her client roster, did not need to take on the project of a difficult actor.

Klaus’ bad behavior had been a few years in the past, and he’d just come off a run of festival darlings and had produced a surprise hit sci-fi drama. He’d been frustrated by the doors that remained firmly shut to him, had laid his ambitions on the table.

Caroline had been intrigued. While she’s excellent at her job, but it’s always easier to work her magic with clients who are willing to dive into the work. Klaus’ talent was undeniable; she’d thought he could be a household name with the right opportunity. She’d agreed to take him on, and three years later, it’s paid off.

Caroline tugs the sleeves of his sweatshirt down over her hands, eyes on the frayed trim. “I was mad when I saw you last night, and that wasn’t fair. You’d set you were resting up for the press tour, but it’s not my business if you changed your mind.”

“Did you think I was resuming some bad habits?” Klaus asks. “I know that particular venue has a… reputation. Probably why Kol picked it.”

Caroline sneaks a glance at him, trying to gauge how he feels, but he’s not giving much away. “No, not really. I trust you. I wasn’t thinking super logically.”

She has to admit, at least to herself, that she’d been jealous. Caroline’s going to have to think about how deep that goes, if the feelings that had slapped her in the face last night will prevent their working relationship from being effective. What if Klaus meets someone? Will she be able to plant sneaky tidbits about how happy they are, scour the gossip blogs for rumors that could become issues?

“You? Not thinking logically? However could that be?”

She glares at him, though she knows his teasing is good-natured. “Some of it was the booze. I totally wouldn’t have hauled you onto the dance floor without it. And I wouldn’t have… well, you were there.”

She’s not up to list her transgressions. If Klaus hadn’t been drinking, then his memory of her wandering hands, her flirtatious comments, and heated invitations should be crystal clear. Caroline had been drunk, and she’s having a hard time not dwelling on the kiss – which, to be fair, Klaus had enthusiastically participated in – that she’d initiated.

“I was there. I have no objections to anything that occurred last night, save perhaps wishing you’d been sober.” Her head snaps up, eyes widening in shock, and Klaus laughs incredulously. “Surely you must know of my interest in you, Caroline.”

She’s suspected, but she’s also well aware that Klaus has no shortage of offers. Last night is proof of that. Caroline has always assumed that take one of them, at some point, and his flirtatiousness with her would fade away. She’d dated an actor or two when she’d moved to LA after wrapping up college. Caroline had been working insane hours then, trying to claw her way past the other assistants at the agency where she’d worked. Her exes from that time period had been quick to move on once they realized she wasn’t willing to center her universe around them.

“Interest can be fleeting.”

“It’s been three years.”

“You never made a real move.”

Again, Klaus counters quickly. “You’d not have accepted, and then you’d likely have pawned me off on someone else.”

Yeah, he’s got a point there. “I’m your publicist.”

“I have no objection to mixing business with pleasure. If you do, I suppose I’m willing to suffer a less competent publicist.”

“I’m beginning to suspect you’ve been plotting.”

Klaus shrugs, entirely unrepentant. “Perhaps a bit. I’ve always been entirely honest with you, I merely prevented a situation that would lessen the time we spent together until such a time as you were ready to consider me in a romantic light.”

“That’s a lot of words to confess you’ve been trying to flirt me into submission while flashing your hot body at every opportunity,” Caroline grumbles.

Klaus’ smile widens, dimples now visible. “It seems to have worked. Assuming that you meant the things you said to me last night?”

“I…” she hadn’t been expecting him to ask her that directly. She should have been – Klaus is skilled at choosing the best way to catch someone off guard. Caroline glances away from him, eyes catching on the clock across the room. Crap. She has so much to do. “I have to go,” Caroline tells him, standing up.

His eyes narrow, and his head tips to the side, like he’s searching for a sign of weakness. Both telltale indicators that Klaus is gearing up to argue. Caroline holds up a hand, “I know, okay? This looks like I’m running away, and technically I am, but this is not the time to begin that mixing you mentioned. We’ve both worked too hard to risk screwing up the next few weeks. Did you read your contract? The fines for non-compliance are no joke.”

“Now is not the time,” Klaus says slowly. “Meaning?”

“We table it now. I’m open to a discussion later.” Three weeks is plenty of time for her to sort out where she stands, right? Caroline never sleeps on flights anyway.

He runs a hand through his hair. “I want a timeline. I understand that you feel obligated to ensure this press tour goes smoothly, but you can only use it as an excuse until it’s over, love. I’m prepared to be persuasive.”

“What, do you want me to schedule something on your calendar? Maybe set an agenda?”

“No need to be so formal. Just agree to have dinner with me once we return. Here, if you’d like, so we don’t risk inflaming the tabloids before you’re ready.”

“You seem awfully sure that this is going to go a certain way. So eager to fire me?”

Klaus gets to his feet, and Caroline sucks in a nervous breath. Sitting across from each other, he’d been a reasonable distance away. Now, with both of them standing in the narrow gap between his couch and coffee table, if one of them breathes too deeply or shifts deliberately, they’ll be plastered together.

She’s tempted despite knowing she’s right about the timing.

Klaus rests his hand on her waist and turns them so Caroline could step back if she wanted to.

She stays where she is.

A tiny smile curls Klaus’ lips and his hand moves, pressing her closer. “As much as I enjoyed your more… explicit ramblings last night, I must confess my favorite revelation was when you confessed to just how long you’ve had them.”

Caroline, not for the first time, curses tequila’s wretched existence.

Wednesday, May 5th 2:20 PM

The meet and greets are going to kill her.

Caroline had thought they were a good idea when she’d poured through the itinerary the studio had sent over. Inviting popular bloggers, auctioning off tickets for charity, allowing fans to enter random draws – it’s great PR and provides the opportunity for viral moments, while also controlling the environment.

Caroline’s leaning against one of the walls, unnoticed, eyes on her client.

A lot of eyes are on her client, some of which irritate Caroline more than others. The two teenage girls, trailed by an exasperated dad, who’d both burst into tears when Klaus had smiled at them? Totally adorable. The nerdy college student who’d grilled Klaus about his character’s comic backstory? Kind of a pain, but Klaus had done his homework, and Caroline had been impressed.

And annoyed. Excessive preparation is very attractive and unhelpful at this juncture of the press tour. Caroline’s already begun to reconsider what they’d agreed to, wonders if knocking on his hotel room door on the last night would be such a bad thing.

That line of thinking might be overly influenced by the scene in front of her.

Klaus is speaking with a woman in an afternoon inappropriate silver dress. Caroline’s sorely tempted to have her escorted out by security. She’d slipped a key card into the back pocket of Klaus’ jeans within 90 seconds of meeting him.

He’s handed it back, said something that made her laugh. They’re still talking.

Klaus glances up, eyes landing on her immediately. Caroline hastily tries to soften her irritated expression lest he guesses its reason. Klaus smiles, subtly tips his water bottle in her direction. Silver Dress invades his personal space a little more.

Ugh. It’s gonna be a long three weeks.

#klaroline #klarosummerbingo #klaroline fanfiction

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Read Your Mind | KTH (M)

♦ Summary: You just want to find your friends and enjoy the party, but instead you find out that maybe you aren’t where you’re supposed to be.

♦ Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Human Female!Reader

♦ Genre: Vampire AU, supernatural AU

♦ Rating: NC17

♦ Warnings: Cursing, teasing, implied sex

♦ Word Count: 2.9k

♦ A/N: For @btsholidaybingo | Bing Square: Vampire | Songspo: Read Your Mind - Avant

This has been 98% done for weeks, but I couldn’t write a proper ending for the life of me. Huge, giant thank you to Mars (@joheun-saram) and Danna (@unoriginal-username15432) for beta reading this and helping me try and scrounge up an ending I didn’t hate! ❤️❤️

You can swear that Mingyu texted you the right address. The house number on your phone clearly reads 1230, which matches the numbers on the beige paneled house in front of you. The street is quite dark for it to be nearly 10:30 pm on Halloween night, but the music is loud enough that you can hear it from the sidewalk.

You glance at your texts once more and make your way up to the porch, music blaring as soon as you open the door. The inside of the house is not as dark as it looked from the outside, but it’s still dim, and there aren’t enough lights. Surprisingly, it doesn't smell like cheap beer and weed, which you’re used to smelling, having been to many house parties. Instead, the air is reminiscent of burning incense and something that you can only describe as a coppery scent.

Squinting, you see if you can recognize any of the nearby faces, but you can’t place a name to anyone around you. You pull your phone out of your clutch and shoot a quick text message to the group chat to see where your friends are.

Y/n: Hellooooooo I just walked in. Where are you losers?

Mingyu: Wow and only an hour and a half late

Wonwoo: We’re in the kitchen

Vernon: I will literally down all of these jell-o shots if you don’t get your ass in here

Y/n: IF THAT INCLUDES THE CHERRY ONES I WILL END YOU CHWE 😡

Vernon: 🍒👅

Y/n: 🔪🔪

With nothing but cherry jell-o and strangling your friend on your mind, you miss the multiple sets of eyes staring at you until you put your phone away. A group of costumed party-goers is watching your every move from where they’re standing near the staircase. At least two of them have glowing red contacts, which doesn’t help your unease. Eager to leave, your eyes scan the room, and you decide to venture to the left of the house, away from most of the crowd.

Upon reaching the kitchen, you don’t see Mingyu, Vernon, or any of your other friends. The kitchen itself is empty altogether. After sending a quick text telling your friends to stop fucking with you, you decide a drink is in order.

A quick survey of the dismal spread tells you your only options are clear bottles of red wine and a punch bowl of what you can only assume is jungle juice or another alcoholic punch concoction.

Deciding on the punch, you ladle yourself a cup. It’s oddly thick when you scoop it, and it drips instead of pours into your plastic cup. Taking a sniff, you notice it’s the same coppery smell that got your attention when you first walked in. Up close, the scent makes you gag, and you recoil. What the fuck is in this drink?

Before you can take a cautionary sip, the sense of a presence has you halting and whipping around, only to knock into the solid body that appeared behind you. Two sturdy arms belonging to the man who caught you wrap around your waist, keeping you from busting your ass completely.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” You laugh awkwardly and try to remove yourself from his arms, but his grip is much stronger than yours.

“No need to apologize, doll. It’s an honor to be this close to you.” You narrow your eyes at him. Something about his tone is off, and you don’t like it. With a quick survey of him, you see that admittedly, he’s extremely good looking. Between his dark, curly hair, thick thighs, and tattoos peeking through the sheer sleeve of his grey shirt, he’s definitely your type, but again, something is off, and you can’t pinpoint it. Even in a bunny-eared headband and a painted-on pink nose, it doesn’t seem right to be here with him like this.

“Well, uh, thank you,” Again, you attempt to wiggle out of his hold, but instead, he pulls you closer, burying his nose into your neck. “What the f-”

“Do you have any idea how divine you smell?”

“Thank you? Look, just l-let me g-go,” A sudden fuzzy sensation takes over your body, and your ability to form coherent sentences seems harder than earlier. You hadn’t even taken a sip of punch, so you know it can’t be that.

The mystery bunny man uses your lethargy to his advantage and places a few kisses on your neck. His lips are cold and send a chill through your body. You want to shove him away, but your mind is hazy.

“This’ll only hurt a bit, doll, but you’ll like it, I promise,” he murmurs into your skin. Your mouth won’t let you ask what he means, but then you feel the sharpness of his teeth grazing your skin. Your brain is screaming, but no sound leaves your lips. This is wrong. Very, very wrong. Are you seriously about to be bitten by a vampire?

“Jungkook, what do you think you’re doing?” A deep voice ringing out through the kitchen has the man you now know as Jungkook pausing before his teeth pierce your skin.

He lets out a scoff and pulls away from you. “Oh, come on, Hyung, what does it look like?”

The man enters your vision from behind Jungkook, and you make eye contact, doing your best to plead with him without words.

“Let her go and stop using your powers on her. Poor girl’s eyes look as dead as your heart.”

Jungkook mumbles something you can’t hear under his breath and releases the hold he has on you. You slump back, and in an instant, the fog that was swirling around your head lifts. You blink a few times as your senses return.

“You’re no fun.” Jungkook pouts at the other man before stomping out of the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.

After watching Jungkook go, the man turns back to you, his chocolate eyes scanning you from head to toe. You can’t help but shrink further under his gaze. His vibe is different from Jungkook’s, less menacing, but he is just as attractive, which still makes you nervous. Slicked back black hair showcases intense eyebrows and a chiseled jaw. He’s tall and not as muscular but can still clearly throw you around like a doll if he wanted to. And honestly, you kind of want him to.

“I do apologize on behalf of him. He’s the youngest of my brothers and still behaves recklessly sometimes.” He smiles widely, and you see fangs poking out, even though he is very clearly wearing the signature purple suit of the Joker. “I’m Taehyung, and I like your costume, by the way. Are you a leopard?”

You adjust your leopard print jumpsuit, suddenly very aware of how form-fitting it is. “Y/n. And no, I’m Scary Spice. You know, from the Spice Girls?” This makes him chuckle.

“Of course, my mistake.”

You point towards his outfit. “If you’re the Joker, why isn’t your face done up to match?”

Taehyung shrugs. “It’s an old costume that I threw on last minute. I didn’t have much time for the whole thing.” He’s still smirking at you. “What’s the matter, kitten?” He asks, but his tone suggests that he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

You do your best to ignore the way his use of the pet name affects you. “I just want to find my friends. They should be here waiting for me.”

“Oh? Who are your friends? I know everyone at this party.”

“Uh, do you know Mingyu, Vernon, Wonwoo, or Seungcheol? They’re dressed as the other four Spice Girls, so they’re not hard to miss.”

After a few seconds of thinking, the man shakes his head. “Nope, can’t say anyone by those names are here...but I think you knew that already.” He starts to advance towards you, trapping you in place. “It seems you’ve stumbled into the wrong Halloween party, kitten.”

You dig your phone out of your clutch and double-check the address, showing it to him. He shakes his head. “That’s the next street over.”

Something had told you before even walking into the house that something was wrong, but hearing Taehyung confirm it proved that you weren’t just paranoid. The smell of copper and the red liquid in the kitchen, the alleged glowing contacts of people in the front room, and the fact that Jungkook nearly took a literal bite out of you all pointed to what this was. You believed in the supernatural, sure, but it was never at the forefront of your mind that you would run into a supernatural person. Until tonight.

“How interesting,” Taehyung starts. “The realization that you’ve shown up to a party hosted by a house full of vampires doesn’t seem to stress you out nearly as much as it should. Why is that?”

You’re honestly not sure, and when you tell him that, he laughs. “You know, you humans are always so fascinated with the supernatural, especially with us. We’re truly not that different than you all, you know.” Taehyung has you pressed against the counter, and you know he can hear how fast your heart is beating. You watch as his eyes flicker from brown to a deep red color.

The way he’s looking at you is different from Jungkook’s earlier gaze. The latter made you feel helpless since you had seemingly lost control over yourself. It was scary, and you are more than glad that Taehyung swooped in when he did. With him, though, the way that he’s hovering over you and studying your face is exhilarating.

Maybe you’ve finally lost it. Maybe every failed relationship you’ve had has finally gotten to you. Perhaps you’re that desperate right now. Either way, being in the arms of a vampire is better than any human you’ve been this close to.

“Your heart is racing right now. I already know the answer, but tell me anyway; what are you thinking?” He’s so close to you that his lips graze your earlobe. All of your senses are on high alert in the best way possible.

“About you.”

“And what about me?”

“Kissing you.”

Taehyung chuckles and licks his lips. Slow and deliberate. “Oh my, how forward of you. We’ve only just met, kitten.”

You stutter as a blush creeps up your neck. “I-I’m-”

“I’m only teasing you.” Taehyung’s nimble fingers come up to toy with one of your bra straps peeking out of the neckline of your jumpsuit. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since you walked through the front door.”

He watched you walk in? How long had he been watching you? Before you can ask him, his lips are pressing into yours with a sense of urgency as he brings his body closer to yours. The marble countertop digging into your back is insignificant compared to the way your body buzzes in response to Taehyung. His mouth tastes sweet, and his lips are so soft, which are both heavy contrasts to the way his broad hands are gripping your hips so tight you’re sure you’re bruising through your outfit.

The way his teeth nip at your bottom lip elicits a soft moan from you. He uses the opportunity to suck your tongue into his mouth, and your quiet sounds grow louder, as does the stickiness in your panties. His sharp canines graze against your tongue, and you’re so close to begging him to take you on the kitchen floor of this strange house. Just as you begin rutting against his muscled thigh between your legs, he pulls away, leaving you panting and whimpering.

“You’ve got to go now, kitten.”

“Wh-What?” Your body is still buzzing while Taehyung looks much more composed.

“Your friends are waiting for you.”

“But I don’t want to.” You whine out, sounding childish, but you don’t care. You can’t believe he’s just going to leave you like this.

“Just close your eyes for me. Can you do that?” He’s whispering in your ear again, and your knees nearly buckle.

“Taehyung, I want you so bad.” Your words echo, and they sound slurred. It’s harder to open your eyes.

“And you’ll have me, kitten. Soon.” He places a kiss on your neck, and the same woozy, disconnected sensation you had felt with Jungkook washes over you. You can’t open your eyes, and you want so badly to say something to Taehyung, but your tongue feels impossibly heavy, and you seemingly have forgotten how to speak. Before you can gather any more thoughts, everything goes quiet and dark.

“Y/n? Wake up.” Hearing your name brings you out of your sleep-like state. As your eyes open and adjust, you anticipate the chiseled face of the vampire you were just kissing, but instead of seeing Taehyung’s piercing red eyes, you’re met with Mingyu’s brown ones.

Sitting up fast, you see your friend kneeling in front of you. Vernon, Wonwoo, and Seungcheol stand behind him with matching looks of concern mixed with annoyance.

“What’s going on?” You ask, thoroughly confused.

“We’ve been looking for you for like an hour! You stopped answering our texts, so we practically turned the house upside down, trying to find you!” Vernon explained.

“Come to find out you’re just here in the living room. Passed out on the couch.” Seungcheol deadpans.

Looking around, you see that you’re lying on a grey cloth couch. Around you is the rest of the party. A few people are glancing your way in concern, but for the most part, the remainder of the partygoers don’t notice you or your friends. The room is well lit and reeks of beer. The complete opposite of the house full of vampires you had just been in.

Or that you thought you had just been in.

“Where’s Taehyung?”

“Who?” Mingyu offers you his hand, which you take.

“Taehyung. Dark hair, dressed as the Joker.”

“The only guy here I’ve seen dressed at the Joker is Minghao.” Wonwoo gestures to another mutual friend across the room whose tongue is currently down a Harley Quinn’s throat.

“Well, now that we know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere, are you up to actually enjoy the rest of the party?” Vernon asks as he adjusts his Sporty Spice track pants.

You agree and follow your friends over to another group of people you all know. Your head doesn’t hurt, and the fog over your mind is completely clear, but you’re still confused. Recalling the handful of shots you threw back before you left home to pregame, you try to remember if it was enough to cause you to blackout on the couch. Your dream felt so real, from how Jungkook influenced your mind to the pure need that Taehyung filled you with. You can practically still feel his grip on your body and his mouth on yours.

When Vernon offers you a glass of water, you down it in less than a minute to calm your vivid memories of Taehyung and the dull ache between your legs.

Only another hour goes by before you, and your friends say your goodbyes and pile into your respective Ubers. Once you’re home, you get ready for bed with your mind still stuck on your dream and Taehyung. You think of him as you undress and shower, not able to resist touching yourself at the realistic sensation of him.

He’s still on your mind as you settle into bed and attempt to distract yourself by scrolling through Twitter. You’re so caught up in your head that you don’t even notice the figure reclining on your couch across the room until he clears his throat.

Nearly jumping out of your skin, you sit up and whip around, ready to fight your intruder. You abandon this quickly when you see him stand up.

“Taehyung?”

“Hello, kitten,” his smooth, deep baritone echoes through the quiet room. He is at your bedside in no time, your studio apartment not leaving much space between the two of you, to begin with.

“I-I thought, uh, I thought you were a dream,” you stutter as he crawls onto your bed. You notice he’s no longer in his Joker costume, but a pair of black slacks and loose, white button-down instead. He still looks breathtaking. “I was with you...but then I wasn’t? I was with my friends, and you were gone, and I-”

“Ssh,” he places a finger over your lips. “Don’t worry about that right now, kitten. I’m here now, and we need to finish what we started.” His hand travels up your thigh as he speaks, fingers dangerously close to your core. “I heard you in the shower a little bit ago. I know how much you missed me.”

Did you fall asleep with your phone in your hand? Is this truly happening?

You aren’t entirely sure, but the way Taehyung suddenly tears your shirt open and latches his lips around your nipple feels very real to you. The number of times he has you orgasming into the night is also very real, and the soreness you feel throughout your body stays with you even as you wake the next morning.

It’s obvious Taehyung is determined to make sure you stop doubting his existence and thinking your time together is some sort of dream, even if it takes him the entirety of the day and into the rest of the weekend.

#btsholidaybingo #btsnoonanet #ficswithluv #heartsforbts #btswritingcafe #bangtanarmynet #bangtanhq #thebtswritersclub #bangtanuniversity #btsbookclub #btswriterscollective #magicshopnet #thebtsficarchive #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x reader #vampire taehyung #taehyung fic

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jeonqquk · 3 years

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racket | jjk

↳pairing: jungkook x reader ↳genre/tags: badmintonplayer!jungkook and badmintonplayer!reader, barely any badminton related stuff, rushed asf, accidental confession-?, they dont even kiss wtf ↳rating: everyone <3 ↳wc: 6k

Jeon Jungkook was capable of being the eighth wonder of the world. He may not have come into existence in the 1700s but his ability to do almost everything perfectly was bewildering. Whether it be eating an entire cake in the span of a half-hour or defeating even the coaches at badminton.

Everybody loved Jungkook, his sweet and caring nature paired with those godly features attracted everyone to him- in many ways. Unfortunately, you weren’t part of the everybody lot.

You hated Jungkook. Absolutely despised his abhorrent ass. So much so that if he were the last person alive, you’d even kill yourself just to stay away from him. But that was highly unlikely, so you weren’t going to kill yourself.

The hatred had just always been there, his competitive side seeming fucking atrocious to you. The feeling was mutual, though, so you didn’t feel as guilty as you would’ve if you just detested him while he behaved politely with you.

Jungkook was petty, even you knew that by now. His competitiveness always getting the better of him and turning him into someone with a completely different persona. Losing was not something he was used to. Maybe that’s why he had only a handful of friends, he would do anything to win. It could be a silly bet or even a tournament- Jungkook just had to win.

All the people he was friends with though, their relationship was beautiful. There were only 4 or 5 boys he actually got along with and their adoration for each other could be seen by anybody.

This wouldn’t have been a problem if you weren’t also as competitive as him. You’re technically in no position to say that Jungkook’s hatred towards losing was unhealthy because you hated it too. You thought it made you seem weak, incapable- and you supposed that it was the same reason as to why the youngest Jeon son hated losing as well but you never tried understanding him. Let alone let him speak for a minute if he was in a 10-foot-radius of you.

It was better this way, you thought. It was better to hate him than actually trying to befriend him and catching those unwanted feelings. Hating Jungkook was simpler, easier. Or so you thought for the 10 years of the two of you attending the same badminton academy. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, the two of you were in the same class at college as well. So you had to deal with his annoying self for the larger part of the day.

It was around a month before the annual badminton tournament of your state and obviously, you and Jungkook were taking part in it, more intent on defeating each other rather than the opposing teams. This wouldn’t work though, your coach had called the two of you after practice one day and had said “Listen, Jungkook, Y/n. I know that you’re both really good players and also hate each other.” he sighs, “I’m not asking you to befriend each other, no. I just want the two of you to get along for the tournament. For the sake of our school.” The coach makes a pleading face and you just nod, looking over at Jungkook to see his reaction. He hums and looks down.

After the coach has walked away, you look at Jungkook again, getting ready to tell him that this wasn’t really going to affect the way you behaved with him but he beats you to it, his voice reaching your ears as your lips stay parted midway.

“So, I guess...no more arguing?” Jungkook finally looks at you with a slightly questioning face and you’re left momentarily blank, his proposition seeming so out of character that you’re at a loss for words. This wasn’t expected out of Jungkook. What was expected was that he would just scoff before glaring at you for no reason and stalking away. Him asking you if you wanted to stop the childish arguments the two of you had was not expected.

It takes you a minute to comprehend that Jeon Jungkook was actually trying to put an end to those mini-wars of yours. Your reply is dumb “Uh- okay.” You’re still in a daze from what he said and it’s only when he snaps his fingers in front of your face that you immediately want to spit out a sassy remark but bite your tongue on it, not wanting to disregard Jungkook’s suggestion just after seconds of it having come out of those pink lips of his.

Not knowing what to do, you nod and turn around to get into the locker rooms before heading home. You’re oblivious to the fact that Jungkook almost called your name, wanting to talk to you more, he didn’t know why, but decided against it. You wouldn’t accept the offer anyway.

The walk back to your house is quiet, you’re humming a random tune and there aren’t many vehicles on the road, except for school buses dropping kids home. Unlocking the door, you step into your house and close it behind you before keeping your bag in your room and changing out of your clothes. After all that is done, you check the time and see that it’s 3:18 pm, you have around 2 hours before badminton coaching and suddenly feeling motivated, you heat up some leftover pizza and walk into your room to paint something.

You may not be good at art, you admitted that without any shame because there were a lot of other things you could perform flawlessly. Playing badminton, whining and being able to smell any fried food from miles away to name a few. But you didn’t want to do art because you’d get good at it or something, it was something you genuinely enjoyed and the comments from other people didn’t matter as long as you were satisfied with yourself. And that meant your circles not looking like amoeba.

You take out a drawing book that had been laying in the third drawer of your desk for months and dig up some paintbrushes and watercolour tubes you had left before sitting at your desk to finally start your work. You let your fingers guide you, not thinking much about what you were doing and what the outcome would be. Occasionally dusting your hands from the pizza crumbs, you were quite focused on your work.

30 minutes later, you’re leaning back in your chair and surveying your painting. Woah, it looks pretty-

Wait is that fucking Jungkook you see? “Huh?” your forehead is creased in perplexity, did you just paint a goddamn Jungkook? It looks like Jungkook, though...the bambi eyes and that tiny pout on his lips. How did you-

You were so confused right now. What were you thinking? Well, you obviously weren’t thinking.

Wow. Apparently, you had drawn Jungkook, your sworn enemy, without knowing. Not knowing what to do with the average portrait that didn’t do any justice to his actual features, you quickly clean up your stuff and keep it all back in its respective drawers.

It’s now 4 and you get out your books to get some homework done before leaving for coaching. Ugh. You’d have to see Jungkook there too. You wonder how he’ll behave with you, hopefully, he won’t come anywhere near you.

Sighing as you finish the assignments before stretching back in your chair, you get up to change into your sports clothes before grabbing your bag and water bottle, looking at yourself once in the mirror before walking out towards the pleasantly close by badminton academy you had grown way too accustomed to.

Upon reaching the building, you walk through the reception and smile at the elderly lady who sits there every day. You push the door that leads to the courts and walk on the side, greeting your friends that were warming up. You don’t see Jungkook anywhere right now so that’s a good sign and you bow slightly at your coach in respect although the many years of being taught by the man have obviously gotten the two of you very close. Your bag is kept near a bench in its usual place and you put on the shoes you could wear only on the badminton courts before picking a corner on the side of the court and begin stretching.

You’re walking to get your racquet when you see Jungkook jogging up to your coach, saying something to him with an apologetic look before getting a playful shove from sir as he nods towards the benches where Jungkook would most probably keep his stuff and do some quick exercises before joining the rest of you.

Said boy’s gaze meets yours and he smiles. You don’t reciprocate the gesture, scoffing and moving over to Jihye who’s already looking at you with a cheeky smile adorning her face. “What?” you question, not understanding why she was acting so weird “Don’t pretend you don’t know.” she gives you a playful shove to which you reply by tch-ing and rolling your eyes, done with her childish behaviour. “Seriously Jihye what th-”

“I saw Jungkook smile at you.”

The look on your face is an accurate representation of what you were thinking right now. So what? That smile was nothing, he was just acting upon what he had said earlier. “Yeah, so?” you reply boredly, watching as Jihye’s mouth open wide- wide enough for her to fit her entire fist inside.

“Yeah, so? Are you shitting me Y/n? Jeon Jungkook just smiled at you and you didn’t even do anything in response?” you’re still watching her blankly. Although you admit that it’s not her fault entirely, even you were shocked, very shocked when he first told you about the no-more-fighting pact.

“He just said that we shouldn’t argue now, because the coach at school said that it was going to be bad for our team. You know, in the tournament.” you simply shrug, trying not to make a big deal out of the fact and Jihye is about to reply before the coach is calling all of you for a shadow drill.

Shit.

You are given one side of a court and by some way or the other, Jungkook is opposite to you, his black pants sticking to those fleshy thighs so deliciously and hi-

What?

What is wrong with you? You’ve been thinking about Jungkook unconsciously- first drawing him and now this. Get a grip Y/n.

The whistle of your coach sounds throughout the entire room and your chain of thoughts is broken as your run towards the left side of the net from your position in the centre of the court before picking up one of the shuttles and running back to the centre, moving to the right side of the net now and doing the same as you continue the drill. Jungkook is swift, his feet are balanced and he still manages to look so graceful as he runs around his side of the court.

You’re finally done with all the corners of the court twice as you move to sit in the space between the two different courts as you pant. The two people who were waiting now go to your and Jungkook’s positions as they begin the shadows drill now. You’re surprised to see that Jungkook has opted to sit next to you, you with your bright pink skirt sticking to your skin in all its glory.

“Hi.” he smiles and turns towards you with his hand outstretched in front of your form. With a questioning look on your face, you shake his hand. How far was he planning on going when he said that the two of you wouldn’t be having those silly arguments anymore? To you, it meant that the pair of you would just stick to your own places and not interact with each other or do anything that would result in the bickering to resume.

“Hey..?” Jungkook retracts his hand, leaving yours in mid-air. “So you uh wanna like hang out..um..like somewhere?” This boy had been taking you by surprise too much lately, why would he randomly ask you to hang out?

Sure he had said that he didn’t want the two of you having those little fights anymore but this? This was unexpected- really fucking unexpected.

“Uh...so suddenly?” he slightly frowns “Why? Are you uncomfortable with it? That’s totally fine though!”

Jungkook was being too friendly, a little too friendly, you were confused and shocked at his tactics but tried not to show it on your face. “I mean, yeah, okay.” The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could even realise it and his face was now bright. His smile so sweet, you feel a cavity forming and he nods. “Cool! After practice then..? He trails off, suddenly hesitant and you’re still dumbfounded by how quickly things had taken a turn, for the better you supposed.

Not even a day ago, the two of you were ready to claw the other’s eyes out and now, you were agreeing to go out with him. This is not a date though. Jungkook and you are just going out to bond as friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Nodding, you smile lightly, trying to reduce some of the awkwardness from your face as you suggest a cafe to meet up at.

Practice is over and you are walking out of the academy with Jihye chattering beside you. “Oh! I almost forgot, so about that Jungkook thing. I saw the two of you talking also.” she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, or that’s what she thinks it looks like. Turning to face her, you sigh at her usual habit of sticking her nose into others’ business and tell her simply that he had just asked you to meet up at the cafe so you could just chill.

“Holy shit, it’s a date!” Jihye seems more excited about the meet-up, not date, her hands coming up to join in front of her chest as she looks at you in bewilderment. “Why are you so passive?” your friend is way too excited for something so normal but then again, this was you and Jungkook. The two of you could never go a day without insulting the other before. Now you were meeting up with the same guy at a cafe in another hour or so. When you tell Jihye this, she stops walking, putting her hand on the left side of her chest- where her heart was. Her dramatic behaviour was now normal now and you knew the reason for her overreaction.

Your love life was drier than the Sahara Desert in a fucking draught. You had been on just a handful of dates in your entire existence, only 5 or 6 of them ending up with you fucking the guy. The others had just been awkward, mainly because of your edgy self.

It wasn’t that big of a problem though, you were too occupied by your college work and badminton tournament preparations that anything else just seemed like a waste of time. For instance, instead of going out with some guy, you could stay home and binge-watch Stranger Things. There were a lot more practical things that could be done without the company of males.

The only reason you agreed to go out with Jungkook was that you wanted to see how it would end up. There was a very slim chance that your meeting would go very well but if Jungkook kept behaving as sweet as he was now, you wouldn’t even have a solid reason to be rude to the poor fellow. Nevertheless, you were not going to completely relax because one never knows.

“I’m coming over to pick out your outfit!” Jihye is excited, jumpy because this is new- you going out with someone of the opposite gender. And although it was completely normal for someone else, you just looked at your friend judgmentally, feigning annoyance and earning a light shove from her that has you stumbling on the sidewalk.

“‘Kay'” she squeals when you agree and invites herself to your house, saying that you should take a shower while she picks out your outfit. You trusted her though, Jihye’s fashion sense was really good and you knew for a fact that whatever she would pick out would be trendy.

Unlocking your house with the bronze key, you walk in and keep your bag in its place before walking to get a glass of water for Jihye and yourself. She accepts and plops down on your couch before you pull her up by the arm, a disgusted look on your face. “Go wash up first.” she pouts but heads into the bathroom near the hallway nonetheless to wash up. You shout to her from your room that you’re heading to shower and she shouts back an “Alright.” from downstairs as you open the door, heading in for a steamy shower.

40 minutes later, you’re getting out of your bathroom, content, to Jihye’s shrieking. Something along the lines of missing the date and you roll your eyes when you hear the last word. It was not a date for God’s sake!

You nonchalantly nod at no one in particular and apply your cream before heading out in a bathrobe. She’s sitting on your bed with some outfits placed on your bed. At first glance, they all look colour-coordinated with some accessories here and there but upon closer inspection, you see that every piece of clothing on your mattress was one of the shortest you had in every category.

“Do you want me to look like a slut?” you ask with your arms folding in front of your chest, and Jihye looks at you with wide eyes, offended that you even had the nerve to comment on her outfit-picking skills.

“No! These are all fine for a meet-up.” She uses finger quotes for the last word and you smile to yourself, “Uh, let me just stop you there. I don’t really know what people mean when they use this.” you make the finger quotes and she gasps “Did you just-” your shoulders raise and as the laughter dies down, you walk closer to the bed, mentally evaluating each outfit she had oh so carefully picked. They’re all really stylish, you gotta admit that but you’d never say it to her face. The one closest to the headboard consists of a full-sleeved plain white turtleneck that had a greyish-brown dress that reached your mid-thigh laid on top of it. It was something you could wear, maybe with some electric pink leggings. You see that Jihye, who is now rummaging in your collection of shoes, has also laid some black boots in front of the bed that matched the first dress.

Your gaze travels to the one on the middle one and you immediately furrow your eyebrows, already ruling the strapless crop top and ripped shorts out. Too much skin.

The one to the far left is also decided to not be inappropriate for the occasion as you didn’t think Jungkook would want to see you in a burgundy top with spaghetti straps. The jeans that had too many huge holes in them didn’t even look cool at this point. What were you thinking when you bought this.

Jihye comes out with some heels for one of the outfits “Why are you even putting so much effort into this? I can just wear a shirt and sweats.” She huffs out, unamused, as you giggle at her annoyed face. “Kidding. So, I really like this one.” you point at the dress and she smiles slyly “Showing off your long legs I see.” Punching her shoulder, you make some place to sit on the bed, glad that you shaved today. “Now, get out of my room. I need to change and apply make-up.” She nods and you watch her close the door behind her, getting up to lock it for extra safety measures.

Not like she was gonna barge in and catch you in your star printed underwear anyways. Changing into the turtle neck and then the dress, you look at yourself in the mirror and if it wasn’t your frizzy hair, you would even think you looked cute. You brush your hair and settle for a high ponytail. Putting on your shoes, you apply a little bit of make-up, not wanting to seem overly eager but the excessive amount of perfume may or may not give you away.

As you open the door and walk down to where Jihye has changed into some sweats she had kept in your house for times like these, she gasps upon seeing you, chip almost falling out her mouth and chews it before widening her eyes comically “Babe! You look so good.” you smile at her compliment, giving her a twirl as she gets up to probably to hug you before deciding against it, shaking her head.

“So, is my make-up looking fine?” she nods furiously and you pick up your purse that was on the dining chair before looking at the clock to see that you only have ten minutes before Jungkook arrives. You bid Jihye goodbye, not worried in the slightest bit about her being alone at your house.

As you’re walking, the cafe comes into view and you spot a familiar figure walking into the shop as well and you increase your speed to enter at the same time as Jungkook to make it seem as if you weren’t even slightly late. He doesn’t notice you even when you’re right behind him and walks to a table to sit down as you sit opposite him immediately, realising that he had walked to a two-people table in the corner of the shop.

His eyes widen and he stutters out in shock, “O-Oh, you’re here,” Nodding, you hide a smile and greet him back, trying not to get into an argument with him. It’s silent for a while, you think of anything to say to break the awkward atmosphere but just as you’re looking up from the ground to speak to Jungkook, his voice is filling your ears. “Do you want to order?” He waits and you simply nod, “Okay, I’ll come to get my coffee.”

Just as you’re getting up, Jungkook keeps his hand on you without warning, head shaking frantically. “No! I mean, I can get it for you.” Looking up in surprise, you’re unable to speak for a moment. Did Jeon Jungkook just say that he would buy you coffee?

You shake your head and snap out of your trance. Or at least you try to. “No, it’s alright. I can get it myself.” Jungkook rushes to quieten you again and looks like he won’t let you win, so you sigh and back down. “Fine.” He giggles and walks off to the counter while you take your phone out to kill time. Getting bored when you see that there are not any notifications, you switch the device off and look out of the window, watching as people get out of their cars for a pitstop at the cafe before driving away again.

“Here are the coffees.” You turn your head and see Jungkook setting two cups of coffee on the table before sitting himself. Looking at what he got you, you thank him for bringing the correct order and he just sends a light smile in your direction, rubs his hands together and picks up the cup with both hands. You almost coo, but hold yourself together. This was your enemy.

That reminds you, “So, why are you suddenly being so kind to me? It’s really weird to experience you treating me nicely.” You hadn’t meant for your tone to come off as accusing, but it does, and you have to watch Jungkook’s eyes flash with hurt for a second before shaking his head lightly. He places his cup back in the small saucer and his hands on either side of it.

“I knew you would ask me this.” egging him on with a raise of your eyebrows, you take a sip of your coffee “Remember how Coach said that we should stop arguing?” At your nod, he licks his lips and continues on with his explanation, “Well, I thought about it-” “You told me to stop arguing right after he left.” “I thought about it and I decided that we really shouldn’t be having these fights. Like, what’s the point? I’m not getting anything out of it. You’re not getting anything out of it.” He ignores your words and when you hear his, ask yourself why you hadn’t tried to put a stop to the childish arguments you had with Jungkook.

You don’t know why you ever fought back. Well, you did hate losing and Jungkook did everything to rile you up- so he was at fault too- but there was no specific reason as to why you hated Jungkook so much. “I don’t know, you were the one who started them. I don’t have a problem with becoming friends.”

Jungkook looks at you, looking as if he’s trying to figure something out, pouty lips looking kissable but you quickly brush those thoughts off. “So..” his hands come closer to yours and you’re shocked to feel your heart starting to beat faster, its pace picking up as Jungkook’s hand comes closer to yours. “..friends?” his pinky intertwines with yours and you feel your face turn red, the action igniting something in you.

Looking down at your fingers intertwined seems to be a big mistake as you gasp, the sight just overwhelming you. His hand fit in yours perfectly, and even if he meant it just as friends, you couldn’t help but imagine how it would be to be loved by Jungkook.

No! You two just started behaving normally around each other and you’re already thinking about loving him?

A voice in your head sounds as Jungkook retrieves his hand to pick up the call that had distracted you. You take your hand back and keep it in your lap, tingling sensations till lingering.

Jungkook looks at you apologetically for a second, and you reassure him that he could take the call but he tells whoever was on the other side of the line that he was busy, cutting the call after he told the person that he would call them back later.

“Sorry about that.” you barely catch his mumble and shake your head, “Don’t worry.” As you finish your coffee and make small talk with Jungkook about random things, you start growing more comfortable around him, cracking jokes and laughing at his lame ones. You’re discussing some things about the upcoming tournament when Jungkook suddenly leans in closer.

You move back out of shock and he stills, eyes suddenly going wide as his breathing halts. Your own starts getting heavy, his sudden action having caught you terribly off guard. After partially having gained your composure back, you see that Jungkook is still in the same position, “J-Jungkook?” He takes a moment to snap out of whatever trance he was put in and blinks once, twice before gasping loudly and jerking backwards. His back hits the chair and his mouth is still open in shock at what he did.

“S-Sorry..” he trails off, chewing his lip and your eyes follow the motion carefully before darting them back to his face quickly. He furrows his brows and starters ahead of you before shaking his head, murmuring something to himself. “You ok there?” you try to keep your voice soft, soothing as Jungkook shifts his gaze to you, wide eyes looking absolutely adorable.

You question him again, worried, “What wa-” “I like you.”

Silence.

You sputter, his words having caught you off guard and if Jungkook’s eyes could go any wider, they do, his hand instantly coming to slap over his face and he curses, “I-fuck.” You’re still shocked by his confession and your brain takes time to process what he said, the three simple words not registering in your mind until suddenly, Jungkook’s voice brings you back to the present.

“Y-Y/n?” He sounds hesitant, and your face must be an accurate representation of what you’re feeling right now because Jungkook begins speaking again, his eyes filled with worry as he tries to fix his mistake. “No. I mean, yes, I like you-” Your face portrays horror at his words again and he rushes to correct himself, hitting himself on the head once.

“You what?” Your voice is hushed for unknown reasons and Jungkook looks around, trying to calm himself down by breathing in and out and you use the time to do the same, the initial shock having worn off as you exhale loudly and take a bite out of the cookie from the small plate he had gotten.

“I like you, Y/n.” Jungkook’s tone is more serious this time, and you try maintaining a straight face, his words finally sinking and you choke on your saliva. “Like like me?” you question dumbly and he nods desperately, licking his lips and drumming his fingers on the table, a nervous habit of his.

“Oh,” Jeongguk tilts his head at your response and you muster the courage to ask him a question that had been lingering on your mind ever since he confessed. “Since..?”

He coughs loudly into his mouth, trying to hide the blush that creeps up his cheeks and looks at you with a suddenly brave gaze, “I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/n. The reason I started annoying was because I wanted you to notice me, not because I disliked you...And better confess now instead of regretting not doing anything before right?” Your mouth is left hanging at his confession now, the real reason for his pestering finally coming out into the light.

“Why would you annoy me, though? You could've just come up and talked to me, it would've been way easier for us.” At this, Jeongguk blushes, trying to cover his burning cheeks from you and cups his face in his hands. “I don’t know..you were really annoying, to be honest.”

“I was annoying- you asshole!” You lean over and hit his arm, much to his chagrin and he frowns before swatting your arm away. Silence falls over the two of you, but it's not the awkward kind, you just sit quietly, drowning yourself in thoughts about Jungkook.

“So…” Beside you, Jungkook shifts shyly and lowers his head when you look at him, the sight igniting something warm inside you. “Can I ask to ask you out?” His hair sits prettily atop his forehead, hands on his lap and his lips are scrunched into the cutest pout.

“Why don’t you ask me and find out?” You aim for a teasing tone, but miss by a mille, instead sounding breathless and at this, Jungkook smiles before leaning in closer. “Will you go on a date with me?”

Even though you knew he was going to ask you, the words still send tingles throughout your entire body, heart racing and you nod before you can even think.

It has you suddenly thinking about the drastic turn of events. The guy who was once (not even a few hours ago) your biggest enemy had just confessed to you and was asking you out. You’re thinking if it was a bad decision, but with Jungkook looking so innocent and just, like a child, it’s hard to think straight. Your heart beats erratically as Jungkook gives you one last soft smile before getting up and walking to pay, and you try chasing him and stopping him from paying for both your and his drinks but as much as you want to, you’re still stuck in place, everything that happened recently replaying in your head. He comes back in a few minutes and holds out his hand for you to take, and as you’re getting up with his help, your heart can’t help but flutter, the feeling of his warm hand encompassing yours turning you mushy like dough.

“Seriously?” You can’t help but scoff, and beside you Jungkook lets go of your hand to feign an offended face. “What! You said you liked Call of Duty!” Jungkook defends himself and you stare blankly at the venue of your first official date with Jeon Jungkook.

The baby pink blankets that adore his couch look inviting, so do the various snacks on the coffee table but still, this was your first date. You had really expected him to go all out and take you to dinner at a classy restaurant. And then maybe have ended with a drumline playing on a bridge. Ok, maybe that was too much.

This doesn’t mean that you’re disappointed, though. Nope. This- a date on Jungkook’s couch with Call of Duty and snacks- was perfectly fine. Great, even. You finally crack a smile, nudging his shoulder and muttering a ‘Just kidding.’ under your breath when his face turns sad.

You grab his arm and sit on the couch, patting the space beside you for him to occupy as you shuffle through the unhealthy packs of chips and nachos to find your favorite one. Jungkook grabs a drink and you shuffle under the soft blanket, curling up and look at Jungkook, trying to act cute as you prepare to embarrass yourself.

“Cuddle with me?” Jungkook almost spits his drink out, surging forward as his head turns towards your direction you’re positive he gets whiplash. “W-What-Did you..” Nodding, you try pouting but know for a fact that it looks more awkward than cute and huff out, “Just-” Jungkook nods suddenly, “Ok.” and gets under the covers. Your face heats up when you finally realise that you just asked The Jeon Jungkook™ to cuddle with you, and as he ever so slowly crawls towards you, your body turns stiff.

“I-Is this okay?” Jungkook hovers his hand over your waist and as you look at him with wide eyes, you nod lightly, indicating the green signal, his body heat not helping at all. Jungkook’s soft voice filters through your ears, and you swear you could listen to him forever. Even if he was making fun of your obsession with hard peaches. Yes.

“We can watch a movie if you want..and then play COD?” he suggests and you mumble out a “Sure” and watch as he picks up the remote to scroll through the various apps whose subscriptions he had.

He pauses at Netflix. “Can we watch Full House?” his voice is timid, and you turn to furrow your eyebrows at him, wondering why he would seem hesitant while asking that. Everyone loved Michelle.

“Why not?” At your words, Jungkook’s eyes light up and he smiles widely, turning towards the TV to play the show.

You rip open a packet of Cheetos and Jungkook tries (keyword: tries) to slyly wrap his arm around you from behind but doesn’t go unnoticed, and you move forward for him to easily slide his arm around you, not even bothering to look at his red face because there’s a really high chance that you’ll combust.

2 episodes into the new season, you turn to Jungkook and he notices, eyebrows raised as you gulp,

“I think I like you too.”

“That would’ve been really romantic if your Cheetos breath wasn’t hitting my face.”

epilogue

“Yesss, get it Kook!” Jungkook comes running up to you and you slap his arm in enthusiasm. He hugs you, tight, and your arms wrap around his body as well, congratulating him in his victory. His last hit had been a smash, one his opponent hadn’t been able to defend and the match had indeed with your school winning, the trophy yours for the third time in a row.

“We won.” The words coming out of Jungkook’s mouth urge you to hug him tighter, and you do, nodding although he probably can't see you. “We did.” Your boyfriend lets go of you to embrace his teammates and you laugh with all of them, and when your eyes meet Jungkook’s, realise that he may not be as bad as you first thought him to be.

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kk. it’s ten pm and i wanna read some good stuff rather than write so

“I don’t think you understand what your words are doing to me.”

for historical lams

(take the tone however you wish 😉)

Sorry this is so late! I was exhausted last night when I got this. But seriously. What the hell is wrong with my brain? Why do you do this to me? Lmao. But ask and you shall recieve! Though, I do ask if you'd include a prompt for your ficlet request. (I used the character Mrs. Ford from D&I because I couldn't think of other names to use)

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Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton waits on the porch steps of the house of Mrs. Ford, the house they're currently staying for their winter quarters. Hamilton assigned to make arrangements for the General and his staff as they are on their way. Hamilton stands with his back straight, his head inclined slightly with his arms behind his back and his jaw clenched as his heart thrums against his chest with excitment, fear, anger and confusion as he waits for the return of Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens finally coming home after eight months of seperation due to his duties needed in Savannah.

Over the eight months of seperation, Hamilton has recieved no word from Laurens concerning his utmost question, the one he wishes to learn the truth of. While Hamilton remains with the General, he learns something he wishes he never had. A letter was acciddentally thrusted into his hands addressed to Laurens from a...Hamilton grimaces at the thought...from a Mrs. Laurens. A wife Laurens had never mentioned during their relationship. He thinks a daughter was mentioned in the letter as well. He remembers unfolding the letter at the table in the aide-de-camp office with his friends surrounding him, curoitsity getting the best of him. He remembers reading the name John at the top of the page, his brows furrowing as he hears Tilghman and Meade whisper around him, wondering who it's from as they know it's for Laurens. Hamilton remembers clearly the sound his heart made when he reads: "As your wife." Hamilton clenches onto his wrist, his nails digging into the wool of his coat as he presses his lips together, staring out at the distance from the porch, waiting and waiting and waiting.

He remembers very clearly sitting himself down on his bed that night, the letter still in hand as he tries to make sense of it, tries to process the words before him. For the years Hamilton and Laurens have known each other, for the years they have been together, shared intimacies Hamilton never would have thought, he had always believed Laurens was his. And his only. Not some woman's. He swallows the lump in his throat as he blinks his eyes. He tries to think of what to say when he sees Laurens, when Laurens stands before him alive and real. And home.

Hamilton tries to think of possible arguments that would make Laurens fall to his knees and asks, pleads, begs for his forgivness which Hamilton will make very clear he will not earn instantly. Hamilton sighs as he waits, minutes pass then hours, closing his eyes as he remembers their first kiss, their first late night intimacy.

Hamilton has never felt so betrayed before. Not ever since his father abandoned him and his family when he was just ten.

Hamilton snaps his eyes open when he hears a horse's whinny. He forces himself to smile out of relief when he hears the reigns being snapped, urging the horse to go forward, to go faster. Hamilton stands taller, somewhat nervous upon seeing Laurens after so many months apart. He wonders if Laurens would be the same or if he would be different. He knows what war can do to a man.

Despite Hamilton's anger towards Laurens, he feels the corners of his lip quirk up and puffs out a breath of relief when he sees Lietuenant Colonel John Laurens not even a few feet away from him. Laurens, his Laurens, hunches over, his black boots in the stirrups, his gloved hands clutching onto the reigns as he snaps them again, urging the horse to ride faster. A grin appears on Laurens's face, a few wisps of honey blonde hair drops in front of his brows, hiding those beautiful blue eyes, a stormy sky--no--a clear blue sky. The ones that Hamilton had fallen in love with in the first place.

Laurens slows his horse as he approaches Hamilton closer and close. He dismounts his horse once he comes into view, handing the reigns to a servant who gladly takes the horse. Laurens and Hamilton gape at each other, standing not even three feet away. Lauens laughs dryly when he sees Hamilton's beaming and relieved smile as he begins to climb up the porch steps, his hand on the railing. He takes off his tricorn hat and shoves it under his arm. He pauses on the third step just a third step away from Hamilton.

Laurens puffs out a breath of relief. "Hamilton..."

"Lieutenant Colonel Laurens," Hamilton says, his voice stiff despite the smile on his face. He nods once, his indigo-violet eyes ticking up and down as he watches Laurens climb up the remaining stairs. "It is good to see you again."

Laurens hums and shakes Hamilton's hand once, before squeezing it. "You look well."

Hamilton swallows and nod. "Thank you. You as well." Hamilton gestures to the door. "I shall show you the house."

Laurens pinches his lips, hesitant at first, but follows Hamilton nonetheless. He knows the reason for Hamilton's cold tone, the stiffness he can feel when he's near him. Laurens frowns, wondering what would be the perfect explanation for his errors and lies.

"The parlor here," Hamitlon says once Laurens closes the door behind him, gesturing towards the large living room with a fire place and a settee and a small coffee table. He gestures to their right. "The aide office here."

Laurens sighs, finally deciding now would be the perfect time. "Hamilton..."

He tries to reach for Hamilton's arm but Hamilton yanks it sharply back out of Laurens's reach. Laurens sighs.

"The General in the back and the rooms for us and for General and Lady Washington are up on the second floor," Hamilton says, his voice levelled and stiff.

Laurens presses his lips together and clasps his arms behind his back. "Hamilton, please..."

"What?" Hamilton says sharply, spinning around to face Laurens. He raises an eyebrow expectatly up at Laurens and folds his arms over his chest. "What Laurens?"

Laurens scratches the back of his neck as leans against the railing to the stairs which leads the second floor. He glances up at the stairs before back at Hamilton and arches an eyebrow.

"Might we take this more...privately?" Laurens suggests.

Hamilton glances behind him, expecting someone to burst through the front door any moment before huffing out a breath and turning towards Laurens. He nods before following Laurens up the steps to the second floor. Laurens pushes the door and guides Hamilton into the bedroom, his hand gently on the small of Hamilton's back. Hamilton stiffens at his touch and swallows before scrambling out of Laurens's reach. Laurens sighs again.

"Alexander...Alex...I..." He swallows. "I know what you ask of me..."

"Ask?" Hamilton huffs, turning around to face Laurens, pure fire in his eyes. "Why should I feel the need to ask when I should have been told!"

Laurens grimaces and dips his head down towards his chest. He swallows again, licking his dry lips. He hasn't even kissed his Hamilton yet. And he longs for it.

"Alex--"

"Married?" Hamilton snaps, crossing his arms over his chest.

Laurens jerks his head up suddenly, both eyebrows wide. Hamilton scoffs, well, it sounds more like a laugh. "Oh. Don't think I don't know."

"Alex--" Laurens tries again, but Hamilton cuts him off once more.

"I'm not niave, John," Hamilton hisses through clenched teeth. He pulls out the letter addressed for him from...Mrs. Laurens...and shoves it directly in his face. He raises an eyebrow. "What the hell is this? Why didn't you tell me you were fucking married?!"

Laurens winces and puffs out a breath of defeat. There's no point now.

Laurens hunches hover and rests his forearms on his thighs, threading his fingers together. Hamilton stands before him, waiting. Laurens glances up and then out the window before back at Hamilton.

"I know..." he clears his throat. "I know I have...I have hurt you, Alexander and that will forever be my deepest regret." A pause. "But you must understand, you must let me speak and explain--"

"Explain what?" Hamilton hisses. "That you've lied to me for two years? It's been two years, Laurens. Since we've been together and neither once did you mention a wife or a...my God..." He laughs dryly before running a hand through his dark red curls, blinking his eyes fast and bites his wobbly lip. "A...A daughter..."

"She was a mistake," Laurens tries. This catches Hamilton's attention, though he still bites his lip hard. Laurens stands and inches closer to him. Hamilton tenses but lets Laurens rest his hands on his arms. Laurens dips his head so his forehead is now pressed against Hamilton's. "You are not."

"And your daughter?" Hamilton question. He ticks his eyes up from Laurens's lapels to his eyes. "Was she a mistake?"

Laurens clenches his jaw and shrugs. "I don't know. But I do know I can't change my past actions and...and I was a coward and a fool not to tell you of such truths."

Silence. Laurens smiles and pecks Hamilton's lips once. "But you..." He tucks back a loose curl behind Hamilton's ear, causing Hamilton's cheeks to flush a beautiful shade of pink. "You are not a mistake."

Hamilton shakes his head. "I don't know what to believe, John. I...I thought you only cared for me..."

"And I do," Laurens says. "I do. There wasn't a moment, Alexander, where I wasn't thinking about you. Only you."

"Not her?" Hamilton says, his voice small as he glances up. "Not your wife? Your family?"

Laurens grimaces and shakes his head. "No. I..." He sighs, running a hand through his hair before flopping back down on the bed. To his surprise, Hamilton sits beside him. "I...I thought it would help me..."

"Help you?" Hamilton asks, raising an eyebrow as he sneaks a glance at Laurens's profile. Laurens clenches his jaw and nods.

"I was hurting at the time," Laurens says, clearing his throat. "I've told you of him. Francis?" He fully turns to Hamilton. "Francis Kinloch?"

"Oh, yes," Hamilton puffs, nodding. "What about him?"

"He and I had...different thoughts. He with the loyalists and...and most of all..." Laurens swallows, threading his fingers through Hamilton's. Hamilton squeezes his hand, which causes the corners of Laurens's lips to quirk up before fading instatly. "His diseres to find a wife..."

"All men would wish for a wife..." Hamilton mumurs.

"Not all men," Laurens says. He grins slyly and leans Hamilton down on the bed. Laurens kisses Hamilton passionately, slowly before pulling back. Hamilton giggles breathlessly, tracing Laurens's jawline. Laurens arches both eyebrows as he stares into Hamilton's deep blue eyes. "Not me..."

Hamilton giggles as Laurens leans down to kiss him again. "I would only wish for you."

"Oh, Jack..." Hamilton gasps, letting his hand slide slowly down Laurens's chest towards the hem of his waistcoat, his finger and thumb twisting the button around before he lets his hand slip under Laurens's waistcoat and up his chest. Laurens shivers, not from the cold, but from the caress Hamilton knows all too well. Hamilton's eyes glint and he grins, his fingers from his other hand trailing up Laurens's arm. "I don't think you understand what your words are doing to me."

"Oh?" Laurens says, climbing over Hamilton and grabbing the back of Hamilton's legs, before slowly leaning down towards him. They're noses touch. Laurens raises a suggestive eyebrow. "I don't?"

Hamilton shakes his head, sliding his arms around Laurens's neck, kissing him hard. Laurens grunts but grins, pressing his lips firmly against Hamilton's, deepening the kiss as he dives down, pushing Hamilton down against the pillows. Laurens moves his lips down Hamilton's jaw, therefore causing him to tilt his head to the side to allow Laurens room.

"I'm sorry," Laurens whispers over Hamilton's ear before nipping his earlobe. Hamilton shudders, closing his eyes gently. "I missed you. So much."

"Jack..." Hamilton breathes as Laurens straightens up slightly, allowing Hamilton's legs to stretch out before him. Hamilton sinks further into the pillows, grinning cunningly at Laurens's lost expression.

"Mon bel," Laurens says. "Mon bel Alexandre."

Hamilton smiles. "Mon chei..." Hamilton blinks his eyes, his chest feeling lighter now. He feels something trickle down his freckled cheek. "Mon cheri Jack..."

Laurens chuckles and dives down for another kiss. Hamilton happily kisses back, kissing every angle, every skin, every time they were apart. He does not fully accept Laurens's apology, not yet, but he can forgive him a little bit more.

Afterward, Laurens flops down onto the bed beside Hamilton, huffing and puffing, his face coated with sweat, his honey hair sticking to his forehead, his face red. Hamilton flips around so he's on his side, the bedsheets crumpled around them, their legs intertwined with the other. Hamilton tucks both hands under his cheeks, his dark red hair flowing around him in a sea of red. Hamilton smiles warmly, tucking back wisps of blonde hair that managed to escape behind Laurens's ear. Laurens sighs, closing his eyes when he feels Hamilton's hand upon his cheek, his thumb stroking Laurens's hot cheek.

"John...?" Hamilton prompts, his voice hushed though he has no clue why he feels the need to keep it hushed since it is only them in the room.

Laurens opens his eyes and smiles wider than before, looking down at Hamilton through his hooded eyes. He snakes his arm around Hamilton's waist, pushing him closer towards him so his head is underneath Lauens's chin.

"Alex..." Laurens says.

"Tell me?"

Laurens nods, nudging the tip of his nose agianst Hamilton's. "I am happy...I am happy..."

"Good," Hamilton hums, curling himself against Laurens, his head upon Laurens's bare chest, his fingers drawing small circles between the light hairs.

Laurens grins before his grin falters and he rests his cheek upon Hamilton's russet curls, wrapping both arms around him securely, protectively. "I wish I could stay..."

"You could," Hamilton offers. "No one would ever blame you."

"Hm," Laurens hums, rubbing his hand up and down Hamilton's small bicep. "Unfortunately, I must finish what I have begun. I won't allow Charles Town to fall next."

Hamilton nods. "I understand...it is your home."

Laurens puffs out a breath, a small smile on his face before he leans down and presses a kiss to Hamilton's forehead.

"What if I should ask to join you?" Hamilton suddenly asks, breaking the silence.

Laurens breathes in slowly, staring up at the ceiling, pulling Hamilton closer. He shakes his shead. "I wouldn't say no. Not like before."

Hamilton smiles with his lips pinched together and tips his head up, causing Laurens to dip his down. The two gape at each other for a brief moment before Laurens finally leans down and presses a soft kiss to Hamilton's lips, causing Hamilton to giggle. Laurens grins as then moves his lips up Hamilton's slightly pointed nose, causing Hamilton to giggle even more and earn Laurens a wobbly smile, until he reaches his forehead and gently presses a kiss on Hamilton's forehead.

"Good night, my love," Laurens huffs, folding his muscular arms around Hamilton's small, wasp-waisted frame once more, pulling him close until his head lays just beneath Laurens's chin. Laurens rolls over for a moment to blow out the candle before engulfing Hamilton in his arms again.

Hamilton smiles wide as he yawns, curling himself against Laurens, making himself look small and vulnerable. Laurens presses a kiss to Hamilton's lips.

"Good night, my dear Jack," Hamilton whispers.

He hums, staring off as he listens to Laurens's heart beating softly against his ear. All anger towards Laurens washed away instantly. Hamilton lets his eyes flutter shut as he hears the soft thump-budda-thump agianst his ear. And smiles once more.

A sign that his Laurens is alive.

That he's whole.

And he's home.

With that kept in mind, Hamilton lets himself go limp.

And lets his eyes slip close.

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whereflowersbloom · 3 years

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Meet me at the horizon

Damian has spent nearly three hours inside the meeting room of one of the biggest companies of the Eastern Coast, Wayne Enterprises, the silence was strong after several hours discussing the approval of new projects, majority of them Proposed by Timothy Drake. Tim was a genius in Computer Engineering and Technologies, currently working with Lucious Fox. He just graduated and was already making money developing enterprise digital assistance apps and what not for the company. Unfortunately the silence lasted less than two deep breaths as the board directors, shareholders, his siblings and even his own father were exchanging goodbyes and handshakes, scheduling the next meeting already. His father had promised to take Helena shopping with Selina. His adoptive siblings stayed in the meeting room, deciding to have a much-deserved break, to catch up with their daily activities.

Damian frowned unconsciously, his head was throbbing with the surge of scenes in his head. The scenes he was so used to see in his dreams for the last nine months, but the last three months have been assaulting him any moment of the day, especially close to his eldest brother Richard. The meeting seemed to have opened a door to these dreams and this talk about opening an office in Jump city was making it worse. Jump City. He had the vague sensation he’d been there before...

Tim, Richard and Duke seemed to be too busy speaking about the next big game of Gotham Knights, the hockey team, to notice his troubled expression. They mumbled something about asking Jason to slow down from his intense sportbike racer life and watch the game all together. Damian didn’t bother listening to the rest, he was attacked by images of that younger version of himself in some kind of flashy vigilante costume fighting criminals.

“We should go to the game this weekend. The girl I’m seeing now, Kori said she was interested in learning about traditional sports. She’s been in Gotham for six months now. She’s very enthusiastic about cultural learning.” Richard suggested with a wide smile to his siblings completely excited. Eyes like wildfire lit with the spark of life. He hadn’t met Dick’s girlfriend but he looked happier than he’s ever seen him in years.

“Are you joining, D or you’ve got a date?” Duke asked with a teasing tone in his sardonic voice.

Damian did not retribute the smile his adoptive brother gave him, trying to mask his still throbbing head. He looked at him, threatening gaze was a subtle warning. He didn’t know why this was happening that day, but the talk about Jump City and Dick’s new girlfriend were just bringing more of those images. Most of them weren’t good ones. Gory, brutal, bloody. He liked more the ones that seemed to joyful. The ones with that girl.

“He barely seem to have time to meet someone. He’s a workaholic.” it was Tim who answered with an amused smile on his lips, masking an exhausted mien.

“At this pace he’s close enough to become a celibate monk.” Duke joked elbowing Tim lightly, who laughed in response.

“I tried to set him up with some girls, but I almost end up with a broken jaw.” Dick shrugged slightly as he told them with details how Damian had turned down Kara Danvers, Tim’s girlfriend’s best friend. Admittedly she was a nice-looking woman but not the one he desired.

Damian decided to ignore the moronic comments about his love life from his siblings.

Storming out of the meeting room without uttering a single word. They knew nothing about his romantic life. Tsk. A breath of fresh is what he required, lost in consuming thoughts about the girl.

People form the company knew him as the extremely professional boss that run his department with an almost iron fist, he was fair though, accepting the situation of people that worked under him, but he didn’t accept people trying to take advantages or lacking in his services. And he was indeed workaholic.

The media knew him as the ‘Ice Prince of Gotham’, the young heir that was always looking serious, with a cold aura around him, with no type of relationships or scandals so far. He didn’t have the bad boy aura like Jason, ‘chicks’ seemed to dig it as Duke would crudely express. He appeared distant of people out of his inner circle. However, women followed him like bees to flowers in order to collect nectar.

It was just his Wayne charm he couldn’t turn off, regardless of the situation. Like his father, Damian just attracted female attention like a magnet. But no girlfriend. He's had the odd fling here and there but nobody has ever really caught his eye and he's incredibly busy he hasn't the time to feel that maybe he's missing out. Until he saw her.

All his time, attention and passion have been poured into his work. Not that he loved it exactly but he's never been one to do things by halves. Of course he made time to spend quality time with his family, after all, little Helena was barely ten years old. Perky and tireless, too smart for her age if he added. EHis youngest sister.

He was also known in the sports world as one of the most skilled people on the art of the traditional sword fighting and martial arts. He didn’t know where this passion for sword fighting began, although he would bet all his money that it had something to do with his strange recurrent dreams.

Although his life was satisfactory in his personal view, he always felt as if something was missing. He felt as lonely as the teenager in his dreams when the girl was not around him. She was missing.

Why this bothered him so much, he couldn’t find a logical reason that made any sense. It was just a simple dream, and that girl wasn’t much more than that. A dream. But why he felt that way? That need to look around every time he was in a place full of people hoping to get a glimpse of those shinning amethyst eyes looking at him like she did in his dreams with such profound emotion. Or his necessity to look for her around the world as if he was sure he could find her. She was etched in his bones, buried in down his bronze skin, burning in his chest leaving him out of breath. The images were flooding his mind again. More than absurd dreams, they were a recollection of memories...from a different lifetime perhaps.

They had something briefly, he gathered from the persistent dreams. It was intense, passionate. It was only something he could describe as love. But suddenly they parted ways, forced to be away from the other. They lost contact. The images were so vivid. They felt so real. A first last kiss filled with sorrow, powerlessness, genuine affection. It was carved into his mind until he memorized it. That moment. The warmth and scent of her breath put him in an hypnotic daze. Her lips parted softly, and he could taste faint traces salt from her tears when her soft lips pressed against his. He could feel lightning coursing through his veins, as if his entire world had been set ablaze only lasting seconds. Then it was gone. The ghost of a promise of a second chance. He’d grown tired of waiting for her to appear before his eyes. Every damn second felt like an eternity in itself. With every passing moment, his patience waned a little more and his heart sank a little further.

The haunting pain, endless longing, fear of losing her, the regret of leaving her behind first. They were all real. It was a silent torture.

At first, foolishly he believed these feelings would eventually fade and he would no longer be haunted by her phantom presence. Only memories he thought as he closed his emerald eyes. And her pale, heart-shaped, beautiful face flitted across his mind. Damian had spent his entire life being in control. But every time he met her in his dreams, he seemed to lose his grasp on his emotions, his life, and sometimes, even his destiny. He had to find her.

The wind howling through halls of old memories, piercing through solitude, skin and bone until there’s nothing but heavy emotions and melancholy. Walking with a heart that’s taken too many hits, never too fragile but refusing to be held in the hands of another’s that don’t belong to hers. In his chest remained an ache, a longing for what was or could have been. What he let slip.

“I am sorry we did not have time, Raven.” He mumbled almost in a whisper to nothingness. It felt like a heartfelt apology a thousand years too late. Maybe more or less. A lifetime too late. If their hearts and destiny were entwined surely they would find their back to each other no matter what. Damian carried that hope in his heart, always his constant companion. If He were to walk to the ends of the earth and waited for her on the horizon after the sun has set, would she be there? At the point where the land and sky meets. Could they be together once again?

Raven. The girl. He thought of her during the long hours between dusk and dawn, as he ate dinner alone or read next to the window. She was an ever present fixture in his mind and never more so than today. He considered what he might say to her once he found her, but what rational excuse could he offer to a stranger? He doubted she would find comfort in the ridiculous phrases he might string together about meeting in a past lifetime or those dreams. What if she had them too? If it wasn’t some breathtakingly realistic illusion and she was so where in this city or Jump City or anywhere else looking for him. It was silly to entertain such notions, he knew it well. But that didn’t stop his mind from wandering from time to time when he found a poignant passage of poetry that tugged at his heart, or a new book that fascinated him. She loved books how he knew that, he was not sure. What he wouldn’t give to have long days spent indulging their mutual passion for literature, poetry, history and ancient languages.

He’s been walking around for longer than he imagined, looking at his watch it’s last 6:00 pm. It was out of instinct or some magnetic pull forcing his body to look at the flower shop, whatever universal spirit or energy did it. He was thankful. The shop was tiny, a sliver of space between a cafe and bookstore, and would have disappeared into the surrounding stone and woodwork had it not been for the white and lavender exterior. Eyes quickly scanning surroundings. It was exquisite and untamed, thorny blackberry brambles mingle with fresh citrusy kumquats wrapped languidly around overhanging light fixtures for a wild, yet utterly magnificent and unique look. It had a three-panel glass window boasting an avant-garde display of blush dahlias, blizzard hydrangeas, soft purple lilacs, a mixture of green stems and leaves that balanced everything out. He had been here before but never spotted the shop. The shop was definitely new and if Damian hadn’t known this neighborhood so well, the faint smell of fresh paint would have given it away.

Her hair was a deep navy blue sprinkled with white, like starlight in winter. Her heart-shaped had matured beautifully, moonlight skin. She was a flashing star born with striking surreal violet orbs. She was holding astilbe flowers in white and soft pink. She set the flowers on the counter carefully, her fingers hovering in the space around them, like she wanted to guard them, to protect every petal from the possibility of being crushed. As if they were more than blooms of colour, like there were uniquely cherishable aspects to each one that is not present in the next. He could see that type of caring in her. This was his Raven. This can’t be real, Right? The world wouldn’t be this cruel to him, playing mind tricks on him. She was here. O

Damian thought of every slow-motion, heart-stopping, head-spinning scene in every romance movie or show or novel and how he’d always assumed they were stupid, nothing but rubbish. But here he was standing astonished literally staring at the woman of his dreams. Speak with her. Just hear her low and calming voice. That was all his mind would permit him to focus on, the single-minded determination to see her again.

He moved with driving purpose, his legs propelling him to go inside the little store and tell her everything about his dreams, recollection of old memories. The thought crossed his mind so briefly he scarcely dwelt on it, but that was how it had been for him in the months since dreaming of Raven. His pace slowed as he was stopped by the entrance door, opening it slowly, willing his heart to steady the gallop rhythm of its beats. The sun was shining brightly through the shop’s windows, soft classical music played through the serene and scented atmosphere.

The anticipation rushing through his veins felt like burning his tongue on Earl Grey too hot-tea a chilly rainy day, a dry mouth after sleepless night tossing and turning because other side of his bed looked too empty, trees in the park swayed and shuddered by the afternoon air before lighting fractures the sky and shakes earth, like he’s been waiting a million of breaths for this moment. In his twenty-one years of existence never experienced this wild and frantic emotion.

He swallowed around a very dry throat when he let the door swing shut behind him as his short, hesitant strides brought him directly up to the counter. Now they were face to face. Mustering the courage to say anything. Anything that dint make her think he was insane. But when his gaze met hers. Damian found himself awe-struck by the intensity behind familiar amethyst eyes. The stars couldn’t compare. The world and moon would crumble away. The sun would collapse into itself at this dazzling and glorious constellation that she was. Lilac pools hiding something mystic and ancient in their depth.

She leaned in closer to him in such a natural way, raising her head just to meet his. Her smile was sincere and expectant, pupils blown wide, but they’re focused, dark and determined, nearly drowning out the violet glint of her irises. His lips ached to reach for hers in a hungry kiss but refrained. Speechless, heart pounding in chest, peculiar fluttering sensation in his stomach, waiting for her to speak. Finally she took a deep and long breath before whispering. “Hello Damian. It’s been quite a long time.”

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stupidlyintokpop · 3 years

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Taekook

hai! I’m lia and I’m kinda new here. English isn’t my first language so sorry if not good! —

Taehyung and Jungkook had been friends ever since they were little. This relationship had lasted so long, they were more than just friends. They were best friends. Little did Jungkook know that Taehyung had a huge crush on him. But it was so hard to confess his feelings for some reason, so he kept quiet. He would also get jealous easily if Jungkook was around girls at school. He didnt want some girl to take him away from Taehyung.

Jungkook was in love with Taehyung as far as he could remember, always caring for younger and looking after him. His heart was always beating faster and squeezing so tightly every time they were around each other. That day boy decided he was sick and tired of focusing on his hard feelings for his classmate. As Jungkook was thinking about it, he realised that so many people around him were his chances. Not to lie, he was kind of popular in their high school, and girls where chirking everytime when he did something on PE classes, even only breath. He decided to finally use it, hoping it could help him somehow and get his mind away from his friend. “Hi, Taehyung!” Jungkook said with bright, bunny smile, waving in the other's way. It was break after their first lesson, when they finally had an opportunity to talk. “You won't believe it. Today I have a date with Jisoo!” words of excitement where escaping his mouth, even though deeply inside him, he didn't feel it at all. Taehyung felt something crush inside him. His heart sank from hearing those words. But he covered that disappointment with a smile. “That’s so nice Jungkook!” Taehyung replied happily. But that happiness was fake. He felt heartbroken. “Well I have to get to class so I’ll see you later. Bye Jungkook!” Taehyung exclaimed, waving at Jungkook’s direction. Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows, but slowly nodded with head. “Yeah, sure. Bye, Tae...” He said quietly, not really getting what have just happened. The rest of the classes were similar. They didn't have real occasions to talk and when it finally seemed to be coming, Taehyung had to go somewhere all of sudden. Jungkook didn't understand a bit. He thought about asking Taehyung to meet him in the school courtyard and have a talk after classes, but the lucky strike was made for him at biology class, when their teacher introduced to them a project. They got to do it in pair for the next day, just as they were sitting, so there was no way Taehyung wouldn't talk to Jungkook. “My date with Jisoo is at nine pm so I think it's enough time for us, yeah?” he whispered, facing Taehyung. Taehyung pretended to not hear Jungkook. Instead, he continued to listen to the teacher. Taehyung didn’t even take a glance at Jungkook. He was pretty dang jealous. And he was almost tempted to make Jungkook jealous. Should he say that he has a date with Lisa? Taehyung was carefully thinking this over. It hurt enough to ignore Jungkook like this, but he was afraid that if he said that, Jungkook would ignore him. He was fidgeting with his silk shirt. “This is so hard..” Taehyung said in his head. Jungkook waited for response but then huffed quietly, when it didn't even seemed for Taehyung to hear his word. “Taehyung, I swear to God, talk to me.” he hissed through his teeth. That moment Jungkook was happy they were sitting at the last desk. Boy reached his hand to other's side and pinched it, trying to get his attention. “What got into you, huh? Why are you mad at me?” Taehyung flinched from the side pinch and covered his mouth to stop himself from making aloud noise. However, Taehyung still continued to ignore Jungkook. Although he was doing well, Jungkook probably knew that Taehyung was ticklish now. “Crap-“ He thought. This could be a while. Jungkook couldn't stop himself from smiling, when the other boy hid half of his face behind his hand. Although he wanted to continue the teasing and finally receive the attention he wanted, the loud ringing of school bell stopped Jungkook from doing anything. He stood up and packed everything into black backpack, which after a second rested on his shoulders.

“We need to do this project, mister ignorant, so let's go to my home, hm? Oh, wait, I forgot you're mad at me for who knows what.” Jungkook said with a bit of hearable sorrow in his voice. Taehyung closed his locker and quietly followed Jungkook. After about half an hour, the two of them got to Jungkook’s home. Taehyung walked inside without saying a word. “I hate this so much..” Taehyung said inside his head. He sat down and waited for Jungkook. He heard the hint of hurt in Jungkook’s voice at school and felt bad. He wanted to talk to Jungkook so badly. Jungkook sighed, when Taehyung didn't say a single word to him, even when they came to his home. Maybe he shouldn't have push another one so much? Maybe he should just wait for Taehyung to say something? After grabbing some juice and snacks from the kitchen, Jungkook went to his room, where Taehyung was waiting. Jungkook's room could be described as typical's teen room. Huge, messy bed, posters of singers and comic superheros all over the walls and clothes laying in a messy way on the chair. Just as usual. “Okay, Taehyung, it's not funny anymore. Will you tell me what's the heck going on?” he asked calmly, though you could hear some frustration ripping through the coolness. Taehyung couldnt hold it in anymore and sighed. “Look..I was kinda hurt that you said you had a date with Jisoo...that’s why I started ignoring you..I-I like you Jungkook and I don’t want anyone to take you away from me..” He confessed and fidgeted with his fingers. That was pretty hard for him to confess all that. Jungkook gasped quietly and looked at Taehyung. It took him a while to understand what other boy just said but all of sudden it hit him hard, like some bus or train. Boy in two quick steps got himself closer to Taehyung, then tilted and gently pecked his lips. “Wait, it's not a joke, right? You're not joking, Taehyung?” He asked, lightly shaking with his head when he got a bit away, like he was unsure what was really happening. “What the heck, Tae, did you really think I like Jisoo? I like you, not Jisoo, you dumbass! All this time I...” Jungkook couldn't even find exact words which could truly describe what he felt. He looked at boy again and after a while sat next to him and faced. “No one will ever take me away from you, Tae...” Taehyung couldn’t believe what he was hearing either. It felt like a complete miracle. He pecked Jungkook’s lips as well. “It’s no joke Jungkook. I really really really like you. A lot.” Taehyung admitted and hugged Jungkook. He couldn’t believe that his wish was actually coming true. He wanted to jump for joy right now. Jungkook gasped again and then smiled, shaking his head. “I can't believe you were ignoring me the whole day because you were jealous of Jisoo, come on!” he exclaimed, but couldn't the happiness spreading a nice, warm feeling in his heart. Then, all of sudden, Jungkook sat on other's hips, his long, blond hair slightly covering his eyes. “You better never do it, I hate you for this!” Jungkook half joked but then squeezed Taehyung's sides through his soft hoodie with both of his hands, gently digging his fingers in. Taehyung was caught off guard by Jungkook sitting on his hips. But that confusion quickly turned to laughter when Jungkook started squeezing his sides. “Nhahah kohohokie wait-! Ihihim sorry!” Taehyung giggled, squirming slightly from the tingly sensation. “No way, now I'm mad at you and can't hear you!” Jungkook laughed, his fingers quickly dancing up to Taehyung's ribs. It was easy for Jungkook to feel them under his fingers, as the other one was really skinny. Jungkook was always admiring his body. They had fast foods all the time and Taehyung wasn't really working out as often as Jungkook, and still, his body was really beautiful. Small, pretty waist, but curved hips and perfect thighs. “You really got on my nerves today, you know?” Jungkook huffed with smirk, rapidly vibrating with his fingers on other boy's each rib. Taehyung let out a loud shriek as his ribs were attacked. They were pretty darn sensitive.

“KOHOHOKIE NOHO PLEAHAHAHASE!” He pleaded for Jungkook to stop. Even though Taehyung couldn’t stop laughing, he kinda secretly liked it. The feeling of blissful laughter filled him with joy. Jungkook couldn't stop laughing at the sight below him. Giggling, squealing and squirming like a fish Taehyung was really somehow making him happy. “Aww, you're so cute, little Taetae!” He said, moving his hands lower. They got under other's hoodie, nails immediately scribbling rapidly as spiders on the soft tummy, sometimes moving lower, onto the sides. “Tickle tickle tickle~! What are you asking for, Tae? Do you want me to stop? But stop what?” Jungkook asked playfully, trying to tease Taehyung a little. Taehyung knew exactly what he wanted to stop. But it was too hard to say it for some reason. A blush also formed on his cheeks from Jungkook’s teasing. “IHI CAHAHANT SAHAHAHAY IHIHIT!” Taehyung admitted, still squirming around wildly like a fish. Jungkook tilted his head to the side, looking at Taehyung's blushed face, framed by brown, messy hair. His fingers slowed down, tips gently tracing skin on his ribs. “Why can't you say it, Taetae? Usually, you're kinda chatty and talkative person.” Boy smiled, tone of his voice still holding the teasing pitch in it. Taehyung shook his head. He knew he was a very talkative person, but this was just hard to say for some reason. It felt embarrassing in some way to him. “I-IHITS TOHOHO EMBARASING TOHO SAHAHAHAY!” He exclaimed as he was still laughing and squirming under Jungkook’s touch.

Jungkook quietly laughed at him, getting his hands away and fixing Taehyung's sweater. “You're too cute.” He muttered. Then, boy rested his elbows on both sides of Taehyung's head, looking at him with smirk. “Come on, tell me. Or should I make you say it?” He asked then. Their noses were almost touching, when Jungkook was looking at Tae with his big doe eyes, having a bit of excited sparkle in them. Taehyung was blushing so much. He didn’t want to say it because he would have to deal with more embarrassment. But he also kind of wanted more tickles. His only other option would be a brat. Plus to Taehyung, being a brat was pretty fun. “Make me.” He simply stated, and stuck his tongue out playfully. Jungkook widened his eyes, blinking for a while. He shaked his head and smiled, lifting himself up with his hands, both next to Taehyung's head. “Make you...? Ah, seriously, I can't believe you sometimes!” He chuckled, but then put his fingers on other boy's tummy, tapping them playfully into some imagined rhythm. Jungkook would deeply lie if he said, that he wasn't enjoying that little moment of playfullness with his... yeah, exactly, who? Friend? Boyfriend? What was the thing going on between them? “Tae? Who are we?” Taehyung squeaked and then started giggling once again. He wanted to say lovers but neither of them had actually asked either our yet. “Wehehell ahahare we lohohovers nohohow?” He asked, knowing that both of them confessed their feelings for each other. Jungkook nodded his head, happy bunny smile still appearing on his face. “Would you like to be my boyfriend, Tae?” He asked and stopped the tapping for a while. Even beside all the teasing and playfullness, the blond hair boy was serious about the happening moment. All he wanted to do though, was cuddle Taehyung and squeeze him really tightly against his warm chest and arms. Taehyung was so ready for this. Him and Jungkook were actually having dreams come true. He smiled and said: “Yes Jungkook, I will. And I’m all yours too.” Taehyung hugged Jungkook and rested his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook smiled, burring his face into another one's soft neck. “Thanks.” He murmured with amusement. “I really like you Tae... Okay, anyway!” He exclaimed and all of sudden quickly digged his fingers in Taehyung's ribs, with wide smile and laughter. Boy was rapidly spidering his fingers down from his hips to upper ribs, sometimes squeezing his sking, changing the tactics and laughing, amused because of Taehyung's reactions. Taehyung shrieked from the sudden attack he didn’t expect it at all. Not one bit. Him and Jungkook just had a moment of romance. But then it escalated into Taehyung breaking into a fit of laughter again. “K-KOHOHOKIE NOHOHOHO!!” “Nohohoho? What does it mean, I haven't heard it before, baby!” Jungkook laughed with proud smile. Although saying the petname made his ears and nose blush a bit. Suddenly Jungkook gently grabbed Taehyung's wrists by one hand and put them above his head. “Is it okay?” Blond hair boy asked with honest voice, but the smirked. “Or can you manage doing it by yourself?” “I-I think I can handle it.” Taehyung said with a little confidence. He wasn’t actually sure honestly. But he felt like he could handle his arms above his head. And he wanted Jungkook to have more fun with Taehyung. Jungkook spat with laughter a bit. “You sure?” He ironically asked with smirk, looking into Taehyung's eyes. He bent his fingers, moving them in teasing way and getting closer to Taehyung's armpits in slow motion. It was getting as slower as closer, and then for a while stopped, couple of millimeters in front of his skin, before Jungkook nails met the soft skin in fast scribble. Taehyung giggled from anticipation as Jungkook’s hands slowly went towards his armpits. His nervousness but excitedness grew more and more. When Jungkook’s hands touched Taehyung’s armpits, he let out a loud shriek and his loud laughter became more loud and booming. “YAHAHAHHAH IHIHHIT T-TIHIHIHICKLES SOHO MUHUHUCH!!” “Now hold them up! Hold them!” Jungkook

laughed, characteristically scrunching his nose. “Oh my gosh, you're such a sensitive little tiger!” He said, melting while looking at Taehyung and quickly spidering with fingers on his ticklish hollow. “Coochie coochie coo, little tiger~!” He teased with a little of baby voice. Taehyung’s blush became darker. Much like a tomato. He became so flustered from Jungkook’s teasing. In secret though, he loved it. And he tried his hardest to keep his arms up. “IHIHIM TRYIHIHING!” All of sudden Jungkook tilted his head and began pepper his face and neck with quick pecks and kisses, still tickling his hollows with fast fingers dancing on the skin. Sometimes he trembled his thumbs on upper ribs, just on the pits. “Does it tickle, Tae? I bet it does. Though, I bet you like this a lot too~...” Jungkook mumbled under his breath, close to Taehyung's ear. “Am I right, little ticklish tiger? You love it, right?” Jungkook was 1000% right. Taehyung just loved this a lot. And he didn’t want it to stop at all. It was pretty hard to admit though. But eventually he had to break. At some point. But he just decided to confess it now so he could get it done and over with. “YEHEHHEHES IHIHI DOHHO LOHOHOVE IHIHIT!” Taehyung spat out, while blushing more than he did before. Jungkook stopped suddenly, looking at him with head tilted to the side like a puppy. “Seriously? You never told me something like that.” He said with curiosity, suddenly making a quick scratch with one finger on the skin of his armpit. “You're cute though. Thanks for telling me now. I will use it more often.” Jungkook added and winked at another boy with smirk, getting off of his lap. “Okay, we need to do a project. Although I wouldn't mind some cuddles.” He said and acted a sad face by turning his lips into turned hourseshoe. Taehyung fell for Jungkook’s cute charms and smiled. “If you wanna cuddle, then let’s cuddle!” He exclaimed happily. “We can do the project later.” Taehyung pecked Jungkook’s cheek and opened his arms for Jungkook lovingly so they could cuddle. Jungkook immediately smiled, fixing his long, blond hair by putting them back, behind his ears. “Aish, you're so sweet... oh my God, my boyfriend is so sweet...” He bumbled, throwing himself into other's arms. “Boyfriends-bestfriends. It sounds so cool.” Jungkook added, burring his cheek into other's tummy and closing his eyes. “Tae? Since when do you know you like it? And you know... You like it simply or is it a... you know, kink or something?” Taehyung lost his words for a moment. He had been tickled by his parents ever since he was a little kid. It wasn’t in a kinky way so nothing sexual. He just liked it for some reason. “Well..I kinda like the feeling. And I l-like just getting to laugh so much like that. I don’t have to worry about anything.” “Hm...” Jungkook hummed, wrapping his arms around Taehyung more tightly. “It makes some sense if you ask me. Just... Some people hate the feeling actually. So, it's interesting that you like it. It isn't something bad or embarassing though, I guess. I mean, I don't really know it myself, no one ever really tickled me. But looking at you it has to be kinda wild.” He joked, laughing. “You squirm like a fish. And squeal. It's cute.” Taehyung blushed from Jungkook’s praising. But then that flustering feeling quickly turned into a smirk. “So you don’t know if you’re ticklish Jungkook? I can see if you are!” Taehyung chuckled and brang his hands over to Jungkook’s sides. He then started poking and proding at Jungkook’s sides. Even switching from poking to kneading them a few times. “Hey, wait, no!” Jungkook widened his eyes as soon as he felt it, and brought his arms tightly to his side, sitting in front of Taehyung. He didn't really know what to say, feeling a little flustered because of another one's smirk. “I don't like that look on your face—” He gulped. “What? This smirk?” Taehyung asked, bringing that same smirk back on his face. “I think you are ticklish Jungkookie~” Taehyung cooed and drilled his thumbs into Jungkook’s armpits. “Tickle tickle kookie,

aww you’re so cute~” Taehyung teased. Jungkook squealed loudly, trying to grab Taehyung's hands and squirming desperately away. “AHA I-I dohon't think I am tihicklish!” He said, trying not to scream. Jungkook didn't understand it at all. Why did he feel so embarassed and red on his face? “What’s that? You don’t think you are ticklish? Then why do you react like this when I do this?” Taehyung asked and started scribbling his soft fingertips in Jungkook’s hollows. Jungkook pressed his lips and shaked his head, hardly trying to hold the urge to laugh in. “B-because... Just! Because you're just funny!” Boy exclaimed quickly, pushing Taehyung's hands away. “Aish, stop stop, it's weird! Get away, you!” He added, almost choking on giggle, sitting back, and pushing Taehyung back with his foot. Taehyung giggled at Jungkook’s reactions and reasoning. “Gosh you’re just so cute kookie!” He praised and started crawling back towards Jungkook. “Now I’m still in suspicion. Are you ticklish Jungkook?”

Jungkook huffed, pinching his eyebrows. “No, I'm not, quit it! At least for sure not as much as you...” He snaped back at Taehyung, pointing at him with his trigger finger. “Of course just because I'm not. Now, let's cuddle finally.” Jungkook mumbled and threw himself onto bed, his back touching the mattress and arms spread for his boyfriend. Taehyung climbed on top of Jungkook and laid himself there. He wrapped his arms around Jungkook so he could hug Jungkook while they were cuddling. “You’re so nice to cuddle y’know?” Jungkook huffed with smile, himself wrapping arms around Taehyung to hold him in warm embrance. “Wow, mister Kim, what a nice compliment. You're really nice to cuddle too. And cute. I won't shut up about it, I swear, I could just squeeze you and hide in my pocket, you're so little!” Jungkook quietly and sweetly cooed at his boyfriend, smothly stroking his back with hand. “Is it okay?” He asked, when tips of his fingers softly brushed through Taehyung's spine, in maybe a bit ticklish motion. “Do you like it?” Taehyung slightly giggled since it ticked a little, but it wasn’t even close to unbearable. “Yeah that’s fine, thank you.” Taehyung relaxed more under Jungkook’s touch. Jungkook closed his eyes and let out a sigh filled with carefreeness. “Taehyung? Where else are you ticklish?” Boy asked with curiosity, lightly raising his eyebrows. Meanwhile he burred his face in Taehyung's neck again, giving it a little, innocent peck with soft, small lips. That question made Taehyung freeze. He knew he was ticklish everywhere, but he didn’t expect Jungkook to ask that right off the bat. “U-um n-no?” He nervously replied. That sentence sounded like a complete lie so he knew he was done for. Jungkook squinted with his eyes and shortly spat with laughter. “I asked where and you say no. N-no, to be honest... Sounds fake as hell to me.” He joked, shaking with his head. “It's so funny. When you wanted to tickle me you seemed to be so confident and... and dominant, but when we start talking about you, you become a little shy kitten all of sudden.” “Well that’s um..that’s because I- i get flustered easily..when I’m the one..” Taehyung admitted, and scratched the back of his neck. A blush appeared on his cheeks again, turning them a rosy shade of pink. Jungkook nodded with his head and smiled softly. “I understand. I felt similar when you tried to. That's why I freaked out a bit...” He said, putting his fingers in Taehyung's fluffy hair, brushing through them. “So, maybe we should just do it as something usual as cuddling? Maybe then you wouldn't feel so embarassed, hm?” Taehyung felt happy at the thought of just cuddling. It was very relaxing and a stress reliever to him. “Yeah let’s just cuddle.” He responded and nuzzled his face into Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook smiled and pressed Taehyung softly to his chest. Then, he grabbed a blanket laying next to them, to cover both of their bodies. “Would you like to talk about something?” He quietly asked, after a while shyly pressing his lips against another one's forehead. Taehyung thought for a while before coming up with a topic. “I don’t know, random experiences?” He came up with. Taehyung couldn’t really think of many things to talk about so he just picked that. “Huh, random experiences?” Jungkook thought for a while, looking at the ceiling with squinted eyes. “When I was six years old me and my dad went to the zoo. He thought it was good idea to catch me and put into the zebras' run. It was fun until one of them didn't start to run in my way and tried to eat me and ripped my shirt.” He said, a bit amused. “What about your random experience?” Taehyung giggled a little from what Jungkook said. “That’s interesting. Well mine is probably when my mom and I went to the park when I was like 5. I met another kid there and we played with each other for a little while. When we were playing tag with other kids, I accidentally tugged my friend by his pants and his pants fell down!” Taehyung exclaimed, laughing at the last part. Jungkook raised his eyebrows in the

middle of Taehyung's story, but then bursted in laughter. “Oh my God, I'd love to see your face when it happened. I bet you were or scared as hell, or laughing as hell.” He said amused, rubbing his eyelid with hand. “You're blushing almost all the time, so...” Boy added teasingly. Taehyung laughed once again. “I was laughing so hard, believe me! I collapsed on the ground!” But then Taehyung was a little confused with what Jungkook just said. “I-I’m always blushing?” “Yeah. ALMOST all the time. Isn't it true? It's just easy to make you shy.” Jungkook answered and shrugged his shoulders with smile. “It's cute though, so you don't need to worry about it. Unless you want to play tough, but I guess it's not really for you, you can't be dominant.” He added in teasing voice. Taehyung didn’t argue about that because Jungkook was right. He usually wasn’t the dominant one. But being bratty was sometimes an option. “I guess being a comeplete brat is the closest it’ll be for me.” Jungkook rolled with his eyes, amused by Taehyung. “Please, you are truly a complete brat. But, to be honest, I love it. You're playful and funny, and it's never boring when we're around. So I love it.” He admitted, poking Taehyung's side once all of sudden. “But I'm a sucker for attention too, and it's not that I like it, because I hate it, but, uh, I just really can't help it. That's why I got genuinely sad and mad when you ignored me. It's awful.” Taehyung still felt bad about ignoring Jungkook that much before. He hated that so much and felt like giving up with that a few times. “I’m so sorry for doing that kookie, I hated it a lot, trust me.” Taehyung apologized once again. “If there’s something I can do to make it up, tell me.”

“Ah, what? No no, I didn't mean it to make you feel bad, sorry, I just said it... Still can't believe you were so jealous about Jisoo, you little brat.” Jungkook teased with smile. “Please, don't feel bad. I'm sorry about bringing this up again.” He said with honestly apologetic voice and smile. “Or should I make you smile again?” Boy joked, snuggled to Taehyung more and then shortly chuckled again. Taehyung gave a fake smile to Jungkook, still feeling a little bad for making Jungkook so upset. He then just snuggled more into Jungkook. This was obviously a hint for Jungkook. Jungkook sighed quietly, pressing Taehyung even closer to him and burring his nose into his fluffy hair. “Please, little tiger, don't be sad...” He asked w mumbling, before his hand got under material of another one's hoodie. His finger tips began slowly tracing different patterns on skin of Taehyung's side and ribs, sometimes giving some playful scratches here and there. Taehyung’s laughter went a mix between calmer and loud as Jungkook’s hands went to both his sides and ribs. He said, “Jungkook stop” in between his laughter. Even though he was loving this a lot.

“Do you really want me to stop though?” He asked with slight amusement and happiness, still cuddling his boyfriend close to himself. “What should i stop, Tae?” Boy added teasingly, all of sudden lowering his hand onto Taehyung's thigh, wiggling his fingers all over, after a while pushing it up, onto his own hip. Taehyung let out a shriek of laughter as his hips and thighs were pretty sensitive like his ribs. “YAHAHHAH!” He cried out, shaking his head and squirming a little. But then he responded to Jungkook’s question. “IHI DOHOHONT WAHAHANT THIHIS TOHOHO STOHOHOP!” Jungkook laughed at Taehyung, nodding with his head. “I see, I see, okay!” He said only, moving his fingers further, then under his knee, where his fingers found a good spot to wiggle around. “What about that one?” Boy asked, smiling already at Taehyung's reaction though. That spot was also sensitive to Taehyung. He squealed, showing a cute boxy smile. “THHAHAHATS SEHEHNSITIVE TOHOHOHO!” He exclaimed and kicked his feet. “Hah, you're pretty sensitive anywhere!” Jungkook laughed, but then sat on the bed, getting a bit away from Taehyung, and then caught his ankle with smirk. “What about this one?” Boy asked, before he swiped his trigger finger from the bottom to the top of the sole. Taehyung let out a squeak from the finger swipe. That was pretty sensitive to Taehyung as well. Taehyung had to accept it: he was pretty darn ticklish. “T-that is too.” Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Is there any place where you aren't ticklish...?” He asked amused, but then lifted his fingers and began scratching the heel of Taehyung's foot, slowly getting higher through arches and upper part. Then, he stretched his toes back just to scratch at the skin under them. “YHAHAHAHAHHAH!!” Taehyung cried out, and scrunched his toes as well as covering his face to hide his blush. It hid his smile as well. Taehyung’s feet were so ticklish, it might be where he was most ticklish at. “Wow, Taehyung, I think we found your dead spot... Extra spot? How to call it?” Jungkook teased, his nails scratching and spidering all over the foot. “Or sweet spot. You're even more sweet know, you look really cute, you ticklish kitten! Do you think it makes it worse? When I tease you like this while tickling you? Do you think just a word "tickle" might be triggering? Like tickle tickle tickle~?” Taehyung was so flustered right now. He couldn’t even hide his bright red blush anymore. But he still liked it a lot and he liked Jungkook’s teasing, plus the teasing made it worse. “IHIT DOHOHOES MAHAHAKE IHIHIT WOHOHORSE!”

“Do you like it though it's worse?” Jungkook nodded with his head and smirked, changing his position. Boy sat with his back resting against the wall, and then took both of Taehyung's ankles, securing them between his thighs, after hearing his response. Then his fingers, all twenty, began scribbling on Taehyung's cold soles, brushing through them from the bottom to the top and again. “Would you like to do something connected to it? I'm don't know a lot about it, so I would like to know everything from you if I can make you happy somehow!” He said with honest care. Taehyung immediately had a thought pop up in his head that made him blush at the thought. “WEHEHELL SOHOMETIHIMES F-FEAHAHATHERS CAHAHAN BEHEHETTER UHUHUSED” Taehyung admitted, knowing that Jungkook was probably gonna use that now.

Jungkook stopped for a while and looked around his room, but then stopped his sight at one thing. Hat they made in sixth grade at carnival. Boy grabbed and took the green, fluffy feather out of it. “Huh...” Jungkook tried it on his hand first. “Do you mean something like this? Does it tickle more or something?” He asked with curiosity, when he made couple of quick move with feather, sliding it through another one's feet, after a while stopping at his toes for some longer time. “AHH- YEHHHEHES IHIHHIT DOHHOHOHOES!!” Taehyung squealed as his laughter jumped an octave. The feather had some sort of feeling to it that just made the tickling even more ticklish. “Wow... It's actually interesting that you like it. Tickling is actually kinda weird, I mean, it makes you laugh but it isn't funny so the laughter is such a weird thing— no that I'm ticklish, of course I'm not.” Jungkook started talking, while simply letting the feather go all over Taehyung's feet, leaving no are untouched. “But it's really cool to see you honestly laughing and having fun from it. Maybe I will like it too. Someday” At some point he even caught some of his toes and quickly made a feather make its way between and under them. Jungkook hummed all of sudden and, in a way that Taehyung couldn't see it, he turned the feather around, and sweaped the sharp ending from another boy's heel to his toes and back, looking at his reaction all the time. The sharp end of the feather felt so ticklish to Taehyung for some reason. It wasn’t even the fluffy side. “AHHH WHAHAHAT IHIHIS THAHAHAHAT??” Taehyung asked confused as to what was touching his feet that tickled so much. Jungkook shrugged his shoulder with an innocent smile. “It's just the feather you wanted so much.” He answered simply, scratching the sharp end at his heel. Then, the idea popped in Jungkook's head and he added his another hand to tickling, just scribbling the sole in random way. “I guess you have the time of your life, huh, little tiger?” Boy laughed at him. Taehyung really was having the time of his life. He was enjoyed this so much and didn’t want it to end. But he also had limits like most people do. “IHIHIM ENJOHOHOYING THIHIHIS AHAHA LOHOT!” Jungkook smiled, but began slowing down, just moving the feather slowly through his feet, letting Taehyung breath more. “Are you okay? Maybe we shouldn't do so much already, I don't want you to feel overwhelmed or something.” He said, gently brushing the fluffy feather on top of his feet. Taehyung calmed down a lot since the feather just gently brushing didn’t tickle an extreme amount. “T-thahahank yohohou.” He thanked Jungkook who let Taehyung breathe. “Hey, boo, you shouldn't thank me. I just want you to feel okay.” He said with honest, calm smile, still moving the fluffy thing from the bottom to the top, teasingly getting to some toes sometimes. “Hey, someone will have to present the project in front of class...” Jungkook started, looking up, at Taehyung. They were always arguing about it, as none of them wanted to, and they were always playing rock, paper, scissors or some other game, so the loser had to present their project. “What about a fight? If you win then I present, and if I win, then you.” Taehyung pulled his feet away so he could talk normally. “Okay, what kind of fight though?” He asked, wondering what Jungkook had in his mind. But Taehyung really didn’t want to present so he was so ready to beat Jungkook. “Tickle fight, as today's topic is.” Jungkook raised his chin proudly, a bit amused. He was sure Taehyung had enough so it seemed like a really easy win for him. And he knew Taehyung's weak spots, unlike like him. Even though Taehyung could know more tactics, Jungkook was sure he could win, even if it was a really silly game. Taehyung felt a whip of determination now. He wanted to win since he didn’t want to present at all. Not even one bit. “Okay I’m in! But don’t expect me to go easy.” Taehyung said and tackled Jungkook. Then he started scribbling his fingers on Jungkook’s ribs, occasionally vibrating them there to try to

create it more tickly for Jungkook.

“WaHAHAit, we should sahahay start!” Jungkok protested with laughter, arching his back, but then dig his hands back into Taehyung's upper ribs, into his armpits. Although, being tickled made it harder, he still tried his best, trying to make Taehyung close his arms. “Come ahahahaon, Tae! You wohon't make it!” Taehyung shrieked with laughter and tried his best to attack Jungkook’s armpits back. “KOHOHOKIE YHAHAHAHAH!” He squeaked out and dug his hands back to Jungkook’s armpits. He scribbled his fingers there, hoping to gain the upper hand. Jungkook squeaked, almost like a dog's toy, when he felt fast scratching on his sensitive skin here. He had to think quick and get his one chance. Using a moment of Taehyung's weakness, he got from below him and twisted them, so he was now topping him. Boy was still facing him, sitting on Taehyung's calves, and his fingers reached his feet as fast as they could, scratching at his toes. Jungkook felt like a winner, now the only thing that could save Taehyung was flopping them around somehow again or reaching Jungkook which in his position would be really hard, at least for Jungkook. “NHAHAHAH WAHAHAIT NOHOT THEHEHERE!” Taehyung screeched and did his best to sit up. He tried sitting up so he could attack Jungkook from behind but it was hard since the tickles made him weaker than usual

“Are you ready to say stop already, Tae? I didn't think it would end so quickly and that you're so weak!” Jungkook teased, amused, not stopping with scratching at Taehyung's toes. “What do you say now, hah?” Taehyung wasn’t ready to give in yet. He used all his strength to sit up and back hug Jungkook. Then he started tickling at Jungkook’s armpits again. Making sure to not miss a spot in Jungkook’s hollows.

Jungkook squeaked with huff at the same time and pressed his arms to the sides, losing it for a while. He fell onto his side while trying to squirm away, but it didn't stop him from reaching to Taehyung's foot. Jungkook grabbed the ankle, like it was his last chance, and started scratching at the sole the most vigorously he could at his state. “TAHEHEHE, GIVE UHAHAHAP!” He screeched. It was weird for Jungkook, and all his body wanted to do was to run away, as he was squirming widly, but at the same time there was something nice about it, being back hugged by his boyfriend and laughing in his arms. Taehyung screeched as well as his foot was being attacked. But he still wasn’t gonna give up that easily. “NEHEHHEHEHEVER!!” He refused still continuing his attack on Jungkook

Teen happily laughed, shaking with his head. “I DIHIHID IT LAHAHAST TIME!” Jungkook answered loudly, squirming like a child. Tickling Taehyung's foot in this position was really uncomfortable, so Jungkook turned around with all the strength he had, pushing at other boy's chest with his feet. Then, the blond hair one wrapped his arm around Taehyung's ankles, vigorously scribbling at his soles with another hand. “Give up!” Taehyung couldn’t hold up anymore and decided to finally give in. “OHOHOKAY OHOHKAY FIHIHINE IHIHI GIHIHIVE UHUHUP!!”He succumbed so the tickling would stop.

Jungkook laughed at him and let his feet go. Then, with the characteristic bunny smile, he threw himself onto Taehyung, pressing his own cheek against another boy's chest, snuggling to his torso. “That was fun! I didn't think you would go for that little though~”Jungkook quietly joked, putting his long, blond hair behind his ear. Taehyung was surprised himself how he lasted only that long. Normally, he would probably end up giving in after five minutes or so, but he just felt more sensitive for some reason. It was like his feet became more sensitive to tickling. “Y-yeah.”

“Y-yeah? You stutter again, are you embarassed that you lost?” Jungkook asked, looking up, at Taehyung. “Come on, don't feel bad. We can always try doing another round if you want.” He jokingly added, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Taehyung was a little embarrassed that he lost. But he wanted another shot so he nodded his head, letting Jungkook know what he wanted. “Let’s go for round two!”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “W-wait, what?! Hey, you just asked me to stop, why are you so ready to go all of sudden?” Jungkook asked with a bit raised voice, looking at Taehyung surprised. A thought of confusion hit Taehyung. How was he so energetic already? He did just ask Jungkook to stop tickling him. Maybe he just loved the taste of revenge or something? Taehyung shrugged it off and raised his hands in a clawing motion and smirked. “Ready?”

Jungkook got off of Taehyung, looking at his teasing position with raised eyebrows, making him a little nervous. “Are YOU ready?” Boy asked, quickly thinking about which of Taehyung's spot should he get first and how to get him the way another boy won't be able to do anything. “Oh I’m ready Jungkook~” Taehyung said back to him, also thinking of ways he could tickle Jungkook while the other wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Jungkook quietly sighed with his brows pinched slightly. Then, boy got on Taehyung's calves, starting to massage his thighs in ticklish way really quickly. Jungkook didn't know the best tactic, but tried scratching at the same time the insides of Taehyung's legs. “whA- waHAHAHAIT IHI WAHAHAHAHSNT REAHHAHADY!” Taehyung squealed and immediately leaned over so he could attach himself onto Jungkook from behind. Then scribbled his fingers quickly around the blonde boy’s hollows. He made sure to even knead in there a couple times to really get Jungkook good.

Jungkook laughed at Taehyung's reaction. “You said you're reaHAHADY, TAE!” Boy screeched. Then, thinking quickly, he put his feet onto Taehyung's chest, pushing him a bit away, onto the mattress, so he could peacefully tickle his thighs with squeezes. Taehyung was pushed back by Jungkook’s feet. He couldn’t get up anymore but Jungkook now put himself in a position where Taehyung could attack another spot. “YAH TAHAHAKE THIHHIHIS!” He exclaimed and grabbed Jungkook’s ankles, then started scratching away at Jungkook’s soles.

Jungkook squealed immediately with loud shriek. The feeling hit him hard, and he felt so weak all of sudden, that he even stopped tickling Taehyung's thighs, not able to focus on anything. “WHAHAHAT THE FUHAHAHACK?!” He exclaimed loudly, hiding his face in hands with hysterical laughter. He tried to squirm and get his feet away, returning to squeeze another boy's thighs, but it was much harder for him to do, and weaker.

Taehyung knew he hit the jackpot and tightened his grasp on Jungkook’s ankles. He went to pull Jungkook’s toes back and then tickle the blonde’s feet like that. “Kitchy kitchy coo~!” Taehyung teased, while trying to say that the best he could since his thighs were still weakly being squeezed.

“IT'S MEAHAHAN!” Jungkook whined with laughter, almost wheezing. He wasn't ready to give up though, his pride couldn't let him do it. Boy tried to close his toes and fight by reaching to spot under Taehyung's knees, scratching and squeezing it. “AHH KOHOHOK NOHO-“ Taehyung shrieked and almost let go of Jungkook’s feet. He tried his best to hold onto Jungkook’s soles while still tickling them. Taehyung got an idea and lightly tickled the tops of Jungkook’s toes to see if that would help him.

“STOHOHOP!” Jungkook squealed, but then realised what he said. His whole face got blushed, both from laughing and embarassment. “NOHOHO, I DIDN'T MEAN IT, DON'T STOP—” He said, but then got even more red on his cheeks and ears, not knowing what to do anymore. Taehyung smirked a little, thinking Jungkook may actually be enjoying this. Or he may just be trying to stay in the competition. “Don’t stop? Okay kookie!”

Jungkook hid his face in hands because of embarassment, still laughing loudly. Even though he felt like that, he still wanted to win. Boy sat up and reached Taehyung's sides, scratching and squeezing them, just as his hips. Taehyung let out little cute giggles since his sides weren’t extremely sensitive like other areas were. “Juhhuhust gihihive uhuhup alreahahahady!”

Jungkook shaked his head, moving to scratching Taehyung's inner thighs again, focusing on them mainly. “NO WAY!” He screamed quickly, at the same time desperately trying to get his feet away. Blonde hair boy felt like he was going crazy, so even beside his earlier words, he stopped his hands to grab Taehyung's hands. “OKAY, I GIVE UP, I GIVE UP!” Taehyung smiled like a little kid and celebrated his victory with small fists. “Yay!” He exclaimed happily since he won that round.

Jungkook quickly got his feet away, looking at Taehyung with squinted eyes, while he was panting a little and trying to get his breath to normal. “I can't believe you did that to me...” Boy mumbled, crossing his arms on his chest. “It was mean!” Taehyung chuckled and crossed his arms. “That was mean? Oh I can show you what IS mean if you want me to~” The boy mischievously said and looked at Jungkook.

It was already suspicious just looking at Taehyung and hearing his voice, but Jungkook was too curious to say no. “What do you mean?” He said with still crossed arms, raising his eyebrows a bit. “Well that depends, do you really want me to show you?” Taehyung asked Jungkook just to make sure Jungkook was ok with this. He was tapping his arm while waiting for a response.

Jungkook thought for a while, but then carelessly shrugged with his shoulders. “Okay, go ahead. It's not a problem for me, I can bare with anything.” He said and put his chin up proudly. “Okay if you say so~” Taehyung concluded and pulled out some rope and feathers. “Now I just want to know, are you sure you’re 100% okay with this?” Taehyung asked one more time for consent.

Jungkook slightly opened his mouth and widened his eyes when he saw the ropes and feathers. “I... Why did you get those? For what? And from where?” He asked first, but then nodded with his head, this way answering Taehyung's question. Taehyung got a little concerned for a moment, seeing the look on Jungkook’s face. “I-I got them from my pocket..and sometimes these are used for tickling..”

“I guess but... Why did you get them in the first time... Into your pocket?” Jungkook asked, just out of the pure curiosity, raising his eyebrows at the same time. “I-I don’t know?” Taehyung simply responded and gently started tying Jungkook’s wrists together with the ropes. Not too tight but not too loose so it wouldn’t hurt Jungkook. Then Taehyung picked up a feather. “Ready kookie?“

Jungkook thought for a while before responding. He tried getting his hands away, but when boy couldn't move them even an inch, he raised his eyebrows. Look of Taehyung holding a feather made him a little flustered. “Yeah...? I guess.” He mumbled, not exactly knowing what to do with his hands, just holding them on his own thighs. Boy rested his back against the wall, looking at his boyfriend with a bit of impatience. Taehyung saw the impatience Jungkook was giving him and began. He started by tracing the feather he had on Jungkook’s tummy, making little circles and patterns as he did so. “Tickle tickle tickle~” He whispered in Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook whined quietly, trying to hold his laughter in although some giggles were escaping from between his lips. “No~, don't teahehese me...” He said under his breath with slightly pinched brows, involuntarily sucking his tummy in. “Why not tease you bunny? You’re so adorable! What? Does the teasing make it worse?” Taehyung cooed and moved the feather to Jungkook’s bellybutton, then swirled the feather there.

Jungkook gasped and bit his lower lip with wide smile, clenching his toes and fits. “Why do you ahahask, you know it yoursehehehelf!” He said quickly, feeling like his tongue was tangling and floundering a bit because of feeling overwhelming his senses. “Oh yes I know that kookie~” Taehyung said and took the feather to Jungkook’s hollows. He quickly swiped the feather in each one, alternating from left to right occasionally.

Jungkook huffed with laughter and immediately put his arms down, pressing them to his sides. “No way, it won't happen.” Boy shaked his head, still paying attention to covering his pits. ”Well I suppose I could go for another spot then~” Taehyung said, taking a glance at Jungkook’s feet. Then going over and placing them on his lap.

Jungkook widened with his eyes again and immediately took his feet away and pressed the soles again klthe mattress, covering them, just as his instinct told him. He pressed his lips and looked up at Taehyung with quiet huff. Taehyung was just filled with more determination by Jungkook’s protectiveness. He lunged over to Jungkook and snatched his feet. Then he locked Jungkook’s feet between his thighs and scribbled all twenty fingers on the blonde boy’s soles.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, squealed and huffed with laughter at the same time. Trying to get feet away didn't help him at all, and feeling so helpless made everything even worse. “Nohohoho, Taehyung!” Jungkook screeched, the other's fingers making him want to scream. Boy didn't know what to do with himself, even though he could just buck up his hips and arch his back, turning his body from side to side with loud laughter, giggles and squeals. “No what? Tell me Kookie~” Taehyung taunted and began using his nails to tickle all around Jungkook’s feet. He also went to pull Jungkook’s toes back to make it even more ticklish.

“Tihihickle mehehe! No!” Boy screamed but then whined and shaked his head. Jungkook mumbled something under his breath at Taehyung's taunt. When he was tickled on his torso getting away was much easier than there. Jungkook digged his face into the mattress and blanket, hiding his blushy face with hair falling on it and laughing into the soft material, trying to muffle it a bit. “Oh? You want me to tickle you more? You got it cutie!” Taehyung teased and tickled the tops of Jungkook’s toes. “Tickle tickle tickle kookie! Oh I bet the teasing just makes it so much worse~ Does it? Tell me~”

“NO, YOU—” Jungkook started, but then bursted with laughter. “I HAHAHATE YOU~!” Boy cried with giggles, hiding his face behind tied hands. Although the blonde hair one was saying all the stuff and squirmed a lot, there was something which made him not wanting Taehyung to stop. Taehyung sighed childishly with a small pout. “You don’t actually mean that right?” He asked, showing fake concern and made his fingers go faster.

Jungkook looked at him through his fingers with watery eyes, almost closed because of wide smile. “I DO MEAHAHAN IT!” Blonde hair boy screamed, because of such fast moves not being really able to focus on anything. Taehyung felt something hit him. He didn’t know if Jungkook actually did mean that, or if he just said that because he was overwhelmed. Taehyung stopped and untied Jungkook’s hands. Then he hugged Jungkook and gave him a sad face. “Do you really mean that?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to calm down while panting. He didn't hear Taehyung at first, but then looked up at him. “What? Taehyung, no. I don't really mean it, come on. I was just being playful, I guess, just like you.” He answered quietly and gently palmed another one's cheek. “Did you seriously think I could hate you? Come on, you stupid bear. Don't ever think that... When I'm being mean in your way you need to remember I'm not seriousz ever.” He said with deep breath again, looking into Taehyung's eyes. Taehyung felt better after hearing that. Knowing that Jungkook didn’t hate him made him feel happy. “Thank you Jungkook.” He smiled.

Jungkook lightly nodded with his head and all of sudden pecked Taehyung's lips. After that he rubbed another boy's cheekbone with his thumb. “Hey... Did you enjoy it? I mean... Do you like tickling too?” Jungkook quietly asked, raising his eyebrows. As much as Taehyung liked being tickled, he also did like to tickle others. “Yeah I did enjoy that..plus your laugh is cute kookie.” Taehyung complimented the blonde boy.

“Whatever.” Jungkook jokingly huffed with smile, rolling his eyes. “Do you want to... you know, continue? Or something...” He asked, moving his fingers further, into another one's fluffy, soft hair. When he was thinking about that day, it seemed to be totally crazy. At first he was supposed to go out with a girl who liked him, but it turned out his crush likes him and they're couple. If it wasn't crazy, then Jungkook didn't have an idea what could be. “Continue? Do you want to tickle me again? Or is it something else? Were you perhaps..enjoying the tickly tickles?” Taehyung asked with a little bit of a smirk on his face. He waited for Jungkook to answer patiently.

Jungkook shrugged with his shoulders a bit flustered. “I mean, I asked you... You said you enjoy it so—” He said instead and jokingly, lightly pinched Taehyung's cheek. He had to focus attention on something else. Taehyung's deep, teasing voice had a bigger effect on Jungkook than it should have had. Taehyung took that as a sign that Jungkook was saying yes, so he started poking at Jungkook’s sides while still being in that hug. Jungkook smiled again and burried his face into Taehyung's warm neck. After a while boy slowly wrapped his arms around his neck as well, trying to give another boy more space and let him do whatever he wanted to. Some giggles and chuckles were escaping him, although it was hard for him to keep his arms away, so they flinched every while. Taehyung noticed Jungkook’s struggle to keep his arms away so he took control of that and gently pinned his arms over his head. Then he started kneading at Jungkook’s ribs As Taehyung pinned his arms, Jungkook sighed quietly while laughing. He involuntarily still squirmed from side to side when another boy was tickling his ribs, but it was much easier to handle and just focus on received feeling. “Taehehehe~” Jungkook mumbled with giggles bubbling in his stomach. “That’s my name!” Taehyung exclaimed happily and smiled down at Jungkook. An idea suddenly popped into his head and his smile turned into a mischievous smirk. Taehyung poked at one of Jungkook’s ribs. Then another. All the while counting. “1, 2!” “Oh my gohohohosh, are you kidding mehehe?!” Jungkook squealed, immediately pulling at his arms. “24, I sweahahar!” He shaked with his head. The fact of helplesness was drilling in his mind and it added a little bit of excitement to everything. “Nope, not kidding at all! 4! 5! 6! 7!” Taehyung counted, purposely making it slow for Jungkook. He loved hearing Jungkook’s laugh anyway. It was like music to his ears. “Taehehe, shit, why does it tihihihickle so muhahahach?!” Boy sweared because of a little bit overwhelming feeling and arched his back, trying to get Taehyung's hand away. He didn't know what he wanted already, mind thinking about continueing, but body giving completely different signs. “Maybe because you’re pretty ticklish kookie!” Taehyung reminded him and continued counting Jungkook’s ribs. “8, 9, 10, 11, 12!” “Aish!” Jungkook huffed between laughter and bit his lower lip. “And another half, we know, get over it!” Boy added quickly between another burst of so high-pitched chuckles. Taehyung chuckled and continued his counting all the way up to 24. He was almost done until he decided to mess around. “22, 4, 585, 32752! Jungkook laughed even louder, a bit amused by Taehyung's actions. He was already a bit tired because of all counting, but at the same time he wanted more anyway. “WHAT THE FUHAHAHACK, TAEHEHE?!” He screeched. Boy was already too tired to squirm, so he just snuggled his side to Taehyung's one, just arching his back nad bucking his hips up from time to time. Taehyung pretended like he wasn’t doing anything wrong. “What? Is there something wrong?” He asked pretending to be so clueless. “97, 23, 76, 697, 53176, 68638262!” “HECK YEHEHES?!” Jungkook said with sarcastically questioning tone of voice. “I CAHAHAN'T BELIEVE YOU!” He exclaimed, shaking with his head and took a deeper breath. Taehyung simply smiled and this time, counted correctly, except starting ALL THE WAY from 0. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!” Just as the blonde hair boy imagined all the scenario again, he thought he was close to going crazy. “NONONO, TAEHAHAHYUNG BREAHAHAK!” Jungkook screamed, squirming again with a little bit of hysteria. Taehyung immediately listened to Jungkook and laid his hands off of the blonde boy in less than a second. He unpinned Jungkook so he could breathe. “There there kook, take some deep breaths.” Taehyung comforted him. Jungkook nodded with his head, panting, some quiet giggles still escaping his lips. “That IS really mean.” He admitted, a bit amused though. “I thought I was good at teasing you and being a brat, but...”

Boy added and shaked his head. “You think I did a better job? You did pretty well yourself Jungkook!” Taehyung admitted, while running his hand through his soft hair.

Jungkook nodded again, with little giggles still escaping from his lips. “T-thanks..” He thanked Taehyung and smiled down at himself.

Taehyung hugged Jungkook and rubbed his back gently to get rid of any excess ghost tickles.

”I love you tae.” Jungkook said.

”I love you too kookie.”

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