#she’s cute and bubbly but reckless/careless

[itsmetheabnormalone]

Am I the only one who doesn’t have a favorite Doctor? I always say 11 is my doctor, as in he’s the one who brought me into DW (first face this face saw 💜), but I couldn’t rank them if I tried. In the end, they all blow me away with their own interpretation of the character and their own quirks.

#I always start out being sceptical #and sometimes it takes a while for a doctor to grow on me #like 12. I needed a season. but now I every once in a while I watch his regeneration scene to feel sth lol #bc I absolutely love his principles. I even have the 'hate is always foolish and love is always kind' written on a light on my desk #I love this whole 'am I a good man' storyline #with 11 I loved the exploration of his arrogant and dangerous side #that man wanted his name to be heard all over the universe. he wasn’t as smiley and bubbly as everyone makes him out to be/ as he pretends #in german I’d say größenwahnsinnig #9 being this light and fighting his way back to optimism while holding so much darkness within #he was the least toxic imo. he never would’ve hurt his companions (which the others have. we must admit they’re kind of an ass at times) #13s biggest battle being the script and not getting enough characterization imo is kinda iconic bc she still managed to give us a doctor #she’s cute and bubbly but reckless/careless #she does things that get people/aliens killed or hurt and just goes on as if nothing happened #she’s closed off and cold. to her companions. to the people she saves. the one’s she fights. #don’t get me wrong yes she’s nice and funny with them all but that’s it. she can’t let anyone in and seems to be just running #and while I usually am not a fan of romance #Tenrose has my heart #the whole found family thing he had. the 'i need people or I become a monster' #the way they all found a different way to portray his anger and how he’s dangerous #9 was full of hate when he was angry #10 was like a fire burning to hot and that fire never really stopped burning not even in his calm moments imo #the flame just became smaller #11 was arrogant and cocky. he hit way below the belt and at times didn’t even care who he hit. #12 just wanted to be anything else than actually angry. #sure he was grumpy but actual anger only came out when he was forced by the ziogons or Me #only when lifes were at stake. no arrogance or similar. #doctor who

[sapphire-writes]

ceilings ~ modern!Aegon x Reader

summary: You and Aegon are friends, but there's always been something between you. This summer, it all comes to a breaking point.

warnings: 18+ (smut, fingering, oral fem receiving, p in v, kissing, semi-drunk s*x), drinking, partying, angst

word count: 4.8k

note: hi. uh oh. modern Egg angst. I hope you enjoy ❤️

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In a different world, you and Aegon Targaryen probably wouldn’t have been friends. You were different. He was reckless and careless; you were cautious and calculated. 

If it weren’t for a minor run-in with the law, your paths wouldn’t have crossed at all. Lucky for him, the Targaryen family has a lot of connections. So when Aegon, at the ripe age of 16 decided to rob a liquor store, he was issued a slap on the wrist and community service. 

Which led him straight to you.

Working with you, to be more specific. You had needed a summer job for some much-needed extra cash, and Aegon needed someone to sign off on his community service hours. 

All the staff were your age, and you’d quickly bonded with everyone. Rhaena became one of your closest friends, along with Aegon. You’re not sure how exactly you became friends; most likely he told some tasteless joke you’d scolded him for which in return caused him to say something even raunchier just so you’d keep paying attention to him. 

Aegon Targaryen was nothing if not a negative attention seeker. You’d fallen into that dynamic rather quickly, Aegon poking you, you poking back. It was gentle, playful even. 

In the middle of that summer, after a drunken night at Danny Greyjoys, you’d received a text from Aegon long after the party ended. You’d introduced him to your friend Sara who you brought along, and he’d appeared to hit it off with her. 

Give me Sara’s number, he’d sent, she’s super cute.

You’d rolled your eyes, watching more bubbles appear on the screen.

But also I’ve kind of been in love with you since the beginning of the summer, he wrote. 

Your heart stopped. The bubbles came back—then disappeared. Then came back.

He didn’t send anything else. 

You never talked about it.

In fact, you and Aegon moved on like he’d never sent it. 

It was always hard to say goodbye to him at the end of the summer. While Rhaena and Sara joined you at the local high school, Aegon joined his siblings across the country at Dragonstone Academy. 

But even after Aegon completed his community service, he kept coming back each summer. It wasn’t like he needed the money, his family was well off. He just liked the job, liked the company of his friends. 

Liked you.

You’d dated a few coworkers on and off throughout the years. Cregan Stark, Will Tyrell. But Aegon you’d always seen as a friend. At least that’s what you told yourself. 

Even when you’d accepted your college placements; Aegon at Citadel University, you at Winterfell State, you’d always return to King’s Landing in the summer months. 

You’d always come back to each other. 

Always teetering the line between friends and something else. Holding hands, cuddling, laughing, and joking, but nothing further. 

Just friends. 

Then, months into your junior year of college, Aegon’s dad died. You’d known he was sick for a while, a horrible slow deteriorating sort of death. But it still felt sudden. Like, the family had known he was going to die for so long, they almost forgot. 

He’d been different this summer. More distant. Drinking more. You knew he was grieving still, even if the relationship with his father was strained. Relationships are complicated. And that was still his dad. 

You’d sat in his car one night after work, just talking. He’d been tapping on the steering wheel with one hand, the other near his mouth as he worried the skin around his thumb with his teeth. A nervous habit. 

“You know, you and Hel are the only ones I can talk to,” he’d admitted, referring to you and his sister, “No one else…no one else really understands.”

You’d taken his hand in yours, sitting in comfortable silence as the engine purred and the sky grew darker. 

“I love you, Egg,” you’d told him, as you always did. 

“I love you too,” he said back, the words falling easily from his lips. 

Aegon was due to head back to Citadel University early the following week as summer came to its inevitable end. You’d all be parting ways soon enough, heading back to your college campuses for your final year of school. It was this fact that led Danny Greyjoy to insist on going out for drinks after work. A little hole-in-the-wall pub with darts and pool tables.

“We can go back to mine later,” Aegon had insisted, as you’d ordered another round of drinks, “Mum’s out of town on business.”

“Won’t Aemond mind?” Danny asked.

“He’s visiting his girlfriend,” Aegon insisted, “C’mon let’s get fucked up! Summer’s almost over.”

Danny agreed, shrugging and finishing his drink. Aegon had always been a bit of a party boy, but since the death of his father, you’d noticed an uptick in his recreational substance use. Alcohol; sometimes something harder. He’d shown up to work a few times violently hungover, or perhaps still intoxicated. You really couldn’t tell. 

You worried about him. 

You head to the bathroom to freshen up, fixing your mascara in the mirror when the bathroom door swings open and Aegon pushes inside. He’s got a cheeky grin on his face as he digs in his pocket, pressing his back against the door. You narrow your eyes, attempting to move past him but he blocks your path. 

“Stop it you weirdo,” you joke, laughing at his antics.

“Take this with me, c’mon,” Aegon teases, revealing two nips from his pocket.

“I fucking hate Mcgillicuddy,” you tell him, scrunching your nose at the clear bottle with its bright green label.

“Pussy,” he goads, smiling showing all his perfect teeth. 

Your heart skips a beat, as usual, and you snatch the bottle from him. You narrow your eyes as you crack the seal, before holding it between your teeth as you tilt your head back. The menthol-flavored liquor burns a path down your throat and a feeling of warmth blooms in your chest. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, taking his own and mimicking your movement. 

You cough slightly, watching his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallows. He discards the empty bottle, reaching for yours. 

“You’re coming to the after-party, right?” he asks, his Cheshire grin still on his face. 

“I don’t know,” you tell him.

“C’mon,” he pleads, “It’s one of my last nights, I’ve barely spent any time with you.”

You smile slightly. Not a complete lie. Aegon spent the better half of the summer chasing Aliandra Martell like a lost puppy. They had a brief, passionate affair that fizzled out rather quickly as she returned to Sunspear the previous week. 

“And who’s fault is that?” you tease, “If you weren’t so preoccupied….”

Aegon lurches forward, grappling at your waist, tickling your side. You squeal, pulling yourself away from his grabbing hands, cheeks burning.  

“Fuck off,” he interrupts, looking at you with more intensity in his violet eyes, “Please come.”

Something in the air crackles between you. A new wave of energy.

“Alright,” you tell him, “For a little bit.”

“You bitch!” Rhaena screams, trampling you in a hug as you arrive at Aegon’s. 

She’s already had a few drinks; dirty Shirley Temples most likely. Rhaena has one hell of a sweet tooth. She smiles, her lips slightly tinged red from the grenadine. 

“I didn’t know you were coming, I thought you wanted to sleep,” she says, only slurring a few words. 

You hold onto her, giggling at her carefree state. Rhaena is usually so poised and collected. 

“Egg made me,” you tell her, “Where is the bastard?”

“Living room!” Rhaena giggles, “You look so cute!”

You glance down at your jeans shorts and the small black top you’d chosen. Going out top, Sara calls it. You’d gone home to change before heading over to the Targaryen-Hightower mansion. 

“Thanks, Rhae,” you tell her, as she places a sticky kiss on your cheek. 

Moving past some people, primarily acquaintances and other coworkers, you make your way into the living room. The music is blasting, people lounging on the couches and sitting on the floor playing some sort of drinking game. A table has been set up, and you spot Jace and Cregan engaged in a game of beer pong. Multicolored lights flash around the room bathing everyone in a kaleidoscope of colors. 

Aegon sits on the couch furthest across the room between two girls; a blonde and a brunette you don’t recognize. They’re curled into him, laughing at something he says. His eyes meet yours from across the room, lighting up as he recognizes you. You walk over, shaking your head at him. So broken up over Aliandra, it seems. You laugh, rolling your eyes before standing in front of him as he reaches for your hand.

He calls your name over the music as his fingers lace through yours. His eyes are red, you’d assumed he’d been drinking more since leaving the bar from the incoherence of his texts to you. Aegon was quite impatient as you went home to change, your phone dinging continuously from his texts. 

“You started without me?” you tease, and he tugs on your arm, pulling you closer. 

Aegon leans forward, pushing his back off of the couch. Your eyebrows cinch together as he pulls you closer, face nearing your own. Heart racing, realizing what is about to happen as your faces come closer; So close you’re able to count each of his silver lashes framing those violet eyes. 

“Are you going to kiss me?” you blurt out, seconds before he does. 

Aegon’s lips are soft and warm, his tongue parts your lips before dipping inside of your mouth. He tastes like vodka, like summer, like…

You pull away, and he lets go of your hand, falling back onto the couch, looking up at you through hooded eyes. The blonde next to him continues talking, as though nothing had happened. Aegon turns to her, smiling and continuing their conversation. 

You’re not breathing; he stole the air from your lungs. You turn on your heel, heading straight to the kitchen. A bottle of tequila is the first thing you see among other various bottles and cups on the counter. You grab the bottle, taking a long swig, not caring who’d drunk from it before you. Your heart is beating erratically against your ribs. 

Aegon just kissed you.

Aegon.

You take another swig before placing it on the counter. 

Holy shit. 

It’s the strangest feeling; like something that was meant to happen finally did. You’re stunned, standing stuck as Aegon enters the kitchen, moving by you and filling his cup with water from the sink. You march over to him as he turns on the faucet.

“Aegon,” you say to him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yes,” he says, glancing at you, turning off the faucet.

“You just kissed me,” you tell him.

“Mhmm,” he agrees, placing his cup on the counter, fingers curling along the edge of the sink. He stares forward like he’s contemplating something. How is he not freaking out as much as you are?

“You just kissed….me,” you repeat, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he agrees, leaning forward and kissing you again. 

His hand finds your waist, the other cradling your jaw as he deepens the kiss. You kiss him back this time, arching against him, tangling your fingers in his short silver hair. His tongue pushes past your lips and you sigh as it enters your mouth. 

This is Aegon. You’re kissing Aegon. Yet you don’t really want to stop, not when his lips feel so soft and warm molded against your own, his palm moving to your lower back and then over the swell of your ass. 

Then someone enters the kitchen and you pull away from each other quickly, as though someone physically pulled you both apart. It’s Sara and Cregan laughing about something. Cregan spots Aegon and clasps him on the shoulder before pulling him back toward the living room demanding he be his partner in beer pong. 

Sara notices your flushed face and blissed-out, shocked expression. You reach for the tequila bottle again, taking another swig letting it burn trying to get the taste of Aegon out of your mouth. Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she comes closer. 

“Whoa there,” Sara says, holding out her red solo cup, “You okay kid?”

Swallowing the mouthful of tequila you stick your tongue out at your friend.

“Aegon just kissed me.”

“Wait….what?” Sara asks, eyes wide. 

You place the bottle on the counter and remove Sara’s cup before taking both her hands in yours. 

“Aegon. Aegon just kissed me,” you repeat, staring deeply into her eyes. 

“Okay….well,” Sara shuffles from one foot to the other and you frown.

“Well, what?”

“Did you like it?”

Fuck.

“Like it? Sara, he’s like one of my best friends here,” you tell her through a forced chuckle. 

“Oh c’mon. You and Egg have had this tension for years. Like yeah, you’re friends but…friends don’t look at friends the way Aegon looks at you,” she says while reaching for her cup and taking a sip.

Your heart pounds as you think about it. All these years, the harmless flirting. The love confession. That weird feeling in the pit of your stomach every time he was with Ali. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell her, shaking your head. 

“Liar,” she calls you out, “And don’t think I don’t see how you look at him. The whole Ali thing this summer?”

“What?!”

“Girl, you were jealous,” she says, exasperated, “Jealous of her being with Egg.”

Okay, so maybe you had been a little jealous. 

“I mean…I don’t know,” you admit.

“Do not tell me you haven’t thought about it,” Sara tells you, “The boy’s been in love with you since we were sixteen.”

“Okay stop,” you tell her, face warming, “I don’t…I don’t know what to do…he’s going through it right now and he’s leaving soon. I just…I don’t think it’s the right time.”

Sara scrunches her nose, making a face. 

“Looks like Egg thinks it is,” she challenges.

You suck your lower lip between your teeth, unable to rid yourself of the feeling of his kiss. 

“Look, whatever happens,” Sara says, reaching out to touch your arm, “I think you should go for it. If that’s what you want.”

That’s always the question, isn’t it? 

What do you want?

There are no more surprise kisses as the night goes on. You play games, drink cheap liquor to get a little buzzed and laugh with your friends. You catch his eye briefly from across the room but nothing more. Helaena arrives at one point with her girlfriend Cerelle, blissfully stoned out of her mind and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek in greeting. 

People filter in and out as the night wears on. Rhaena is in no condition to drive home, and you hate driving home this late. You, Sara, Rhaena, and Cregan all decide to spend the night, fighting over which couch everyone will sleep on. Rhaena curls up on one with Sara, their legs intertwined. 

Cregan mumbles something about taking the floor, offering you the other. 

“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods, scratching the back of his neck, “You’re a gem.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbles, finding a spot on the floor.

You giggle softly, heading to the kitchen for more water. You hate hangovers and paced yourself rather well this evening, making sure to drink plenty of water between drinks. Your buzz is already fading as you fill your cup. 

You take a big sip, draining it halfway before filling it to the top again. You know you’ll be desperate for water in the morning and want to keep a full glass beside you. Plus, if Rhaena wakes up needing some you can offer her your cup. You shut the faucet, turning around and meeting the eyes of Aegon. Your heart skips a beat. You’d thought he’d gone to bed. 

“Hey,” you tell him, placing your cup on the counter, “Listen…Egg….”

He moves towards you, hands cupping your cheeks, pulling you in for a heated kiss. You kiss him back and it’s different this time. He tastes like water this time around, his movements less sloppy, more controlled. 

He’s sobered up, you realize as he moans against your mouth. 

Everyone’s gone home. Everyone’s asleep. It’s just you and him. 

He backs up, taking you with him, and dragging you down the hall. His hand laces through yours as he guides you into the hallway and into a room. His room.

The door shuts behind you and you keep kissing him, keep fisting the front of his shirt as he backs up knees hitting the bed and sitting down. 

You straddle his lap easily, as though you’d done it several times before. His hands move to your waist before dropping lower to palm your ass. You roll your hips against him as he takes your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh. 

Your hands loop around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. This is Aegon. You’re kissing Aegon. Reluctantly, you pull away from his greedy mouth as his hands fall to your jean shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling down your fly.

“Are you sure?” you breathe, nose pressed against his cheek. 

Aegon’s breathing is shallow, one hand still firmly on your ass as he kisses the corner of your mouth. 

“I’ve wanted this since forever,” he admits, sending butterflies fluttering in your belly. 

He waits, not moving his hand; not going any further but also not taking any steps back.

“Me too,” you whisper and he presses his lips to yours once more. 

The kiss is hungry, stoking a fire of need deep in your belly. Aegon’s hand brushes against your lower stomach and the muscles of your abdomen contract as he breaches the band of your underwear. Fingers dipping lower, he circles your clit already wet and sensitive from your heavy makeout.

“Seven hells,” he murmurs against your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you manage to squeak as Aegon sinks two fingers into your wet heat, curling them inside you.

He moves his fingers in and out at a torturously slow pace, the heel of his palm grazing against your clit with every thrust. 

“Fuck you’re so wet,” he comments, kissing you once more as you grind down against his hand. 

A whine slips past your lips as his lips move to caress your jaw, before kissing a hot trail down your neck. You can feel his smile against you as he speaks, “Shhh don’t wanna wake anyone, do we?”

He’s cruel with his comment, the pads of his fingers rubbing perfectly against your sweet spot sending sparks of pleasure down your legs all the way to your toes. Your eyes squeeze shut and you clench around his fingers causing him to chuckle.

“That feel good?” he asks, kissing right below your ear.

“Yes, feels s’good,” you mumble, fisting his hair harshly. Aegon groans as you ride his fingers, chasing the release building in your abdomen. 

Each curl of his fingers stokes a fire in your belly, and soon you’re trembling on top of him, falling apart as he silences your desperate cries with a kiss. Gently removing his fingers from your slick entrance he flips you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs. He pulls your shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion, tossing them to a corner of the room.

“D’you have a condom?” you ask breathlessly as you yank your tank top over your head. You unclasp your bra as Aegon removes his shirt, his violet eyes hungrily eying your freed breasts. 

You rest back on your elbows as he watches you. “Egg?”

His eyes snap back up to yours before he grips underneath your thighs pulling you toward him, “Sorry, yes, fuck,” he says, kissing your inner thigh, “Have to taste you first, please.”

Your face is on fire but you nod at his pleading as he buries his face in between your thighs. Aegon licks a thick stripe up your drenched slit, swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit. You throw your head back against the pillow as he continues to feast on you, alternating between dipping his tongue in your entrance and suckling on your clit. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you hiss through clenched teeth, “So fucking good Egg shit--” 

He moans against you, fingers digging into your thighs and soon your legs are shaking around his head, trapping him between your thighs as you come with a muffled cry. Aegon crawls back on top of you, kissing you fervently, the taste of you fresh on his tongue. You scratch down his back, pull him as close as you can to you. 

“Condom,” you gasp, feeling the hardness between his legs pressing as you through his jeans, “I need you--”

“Right here,” he says, leaning to his nightstand. He yanks the drawer open so hard, it crashes to the floor with a thud. You both freeze before descending into giggles.

“Shhh,” he cautions and you cover your mouth as your laughter continues, “Seven hells--” he reaches to the floor retrieving a condom. 

“Stop it,” he says with a smile, removing your hand to kiss you again.

“M’sorry,” you mumble, trying to hold in your laughter. 

Aegon slips his jeans down, followed quickly by his boxers freeing his long, hard cock. The tip is flushed pink, weeping precum as he lazily strokes himself. You wet your lips as he tears open the condom wrapper, rolling it down his generous length. Once he’s done, you’re quick to pull him back into a kiss, feeling his heavy cock slap against your inner thigh. 

“You’re sure?” you ask again, and Aegon nods.

“I’m sure,” he confirms, “Fuck, are…are you?”

“Yes,” you tell him, reaching to guide him toward your aching center, “Yes, I’m sure.”

He sinks inside your tight, waiting pussy and you gasp at the way he stretches you out. You’re so tight around him, it’s nearly painful for a moment as you adjust to his girth. 

“Fuck,” you hiss as he bottoms out, “Seven….”

“You okay?” he mumbles, placing a wet kiss on your neck.

“I’m good,” you confirm, fire blazing in your belly as he rolls his hips against you, stealing the breath from your lungs, “Gods…”

Aegon keeps his face buried in the crook of your neck, you can feel his hot breath against your skin in between the kisses and love bites he adorns you with. Every rock of his hips winds the coil in your gut tighter and tighter until you feel as though you’re a bowstring about to snap. 

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he murmurs, “Want you to come again, baby, c’mon.”

Nails digging into his shoulders you’re thrown over the edge, the coil in your gut snapping as white-hot pleasure washes over you. Your pussy clenches, milking his cock for all its worth as you feel him twitch inside of you; Aegon moans as he reaches his own release. 

You hold onto him for a moment, letting yourself bask in the pleasure he’s given you, feeling the weight of him resting on top of you, his softening cock still buried within you. Slowly, the tingling sensation of your orgasm begins to ebb, the sheen of sweat that coats your body causes you to shiver as you grow cold. Aegon rolls off of you, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He runs a hand through his hair, back still facing you. 

You sit up, watching him, suddenly feeling very exposed in your naked state. Aegon removes the condom, ties it, and throws it in the trash can beside his bed. Then he reaches for a pair of shorts. Heat blooms in your cheeks as you rise, searching for your clothes. 

Aegon doesn’t say anything, just watches you out of the corner of his eye. You grab your bra and shirt first, throwing them back on. Panic rises in your throat suddenly at what’s just happened. 

Oh gods.

You’ve ruined everything, haven’t you?

Why isn’t he saying anything? Aegon stands, running a hand through his hair.

“We’re okay, right?” you nervously ask as you slip your shorts and underwear back on, “This won’t change anything, right?”

You can’t read his expression. He gives you a wry grin before nodding. 

“Course not,” he says, grabbing your hand, “C’mere.”

He pulls you gently toward the bed. You curl up next to him, his arm underneath your head. He falls asleep first, you can hear his gentle snoring in your ear. You can’t sleep. You just stare up at the ceiling counting each inhale and exhale. 

“Aegon?” you whisper, turning your head.

He doesn’t answer, still lost in sleep, and you’re left staring at the ceiling once more. 

“Shut the fuck up!” Sara says the following morning. 

You’d gone with Rhaena and Sara for breakfast, leaving the others behind. You had gotten up, returning to the living room before everyone else woke up. Cregan was the only one awake, eyes narrowing as you lay on the couch. 

“Could’ve slept there,” he’d mumbled, before rolling over. 

Rhaena is slumped over her eggs, rubbing her temples as Sara excitedly shouts as you reveal what happened. 

“I’m serious,” you tell them.

“Was it good?” 

“Yeah, it was good,” you confirm.

“What does this mean?” Rhaena asks with a groan, “Fuck I think I’m gonna be sick..”

“I mean, I think I need to talk to him,” you admit, “About…this.”

“Well, I have to go back to the house anyway to pick up Cregan,” Sara says, lacing her fingers together, “Come with and you can talk to him.”

Nervous anticipation pools in your belly.

“Okay,” you tell her.

After dropping Rhaena at home, you and Sara head back to the Targaryen mansion. It’s quiet when you arrive, walking in the door like you both live there. Helaena and Cerelle are curled up on the couch watching a movie. 

“My brother still here?” Sara asks and Helaena raises her head from Cerelle’s lap.

“Mhmm, they’re in the pool,” she confirms, “Aegon tried to host a darty, not many people showed up yet though.”

“Of course he did,” you say, rolling your eyes.

Sara nods to you and you follow her to the back door. The Targaryen backyard is a prime party zone, with its waterfall pool, large stone patio, and massive green yard. You spot Cregan right away, tossing a cursing Aly Blackwood into the pool. 

Your eyes scan over the dozen people before your heart drops into your stomach. Aegon’s in the pool as well, silver hair slicked back, a lopsided smile on his face. That’s not what makes your heart lurch, rather it's who is attached to him. 

Cassandra Baratheon clad in a deep blue string bikini straddles his waist, playing with the sunglasses on his head. She takes them off, putting them on her own face before Aegon lifts her up, setting her on the edge of the pool. She giggles, hands on his shoulders before giving the sunglasses back. Aegon squeezes her thighs, no doubt leaving indentations of his fingers on her porcelain skin. 

“Oh fuck,” Sara whispers, “Y/N…”

“What?” you ask, tearing your gaze away, “What? No…no it's fine… that's nothing. I’m good.”

Sara’s eyes are sad, “Honey…”

“Seriously, Sara, I’m good,” you insist, chest tight with emotion, “I’m just going to grab a water…”

“Give me five minutes,” Sara tells you, “Let me tell Cregan I’m taking you home.”

You give her a wordless nod as she moves toward her brother. You walk past the pool over to a cooler, grabbing water. The sun suddenly feels uncomfortably warm, a dull throbbing beginning behind your eyes. 

Someone comes up next to you, reaching into the cooler. Aegon shakes his head, droplets of water flying this way and that. You stare at him, watching as he grabs a can of beer. He glances at you after cracking the can and taking a long sip. 

“What?” he says. It’s friendly but different. There’s a new edge underneath the question.

Nothing will change, right?

Your throat tightens and you can feel tears prickling behind your eyes. Aegon just stares back, running a hand through his damp hair.

“Nothing,” you tell him, “I was just leaving.”

“You should stay for the party,” he suggests casually. 

You gaze at him, searching his violet eyes for anything, anything at all. 

“I’m tired,” you admit, “I’ll see you later.”

Aegon watches you leave, Sara wrapping her arm around your shoulders. There’s a moment of pause as the door closes behind you, and then Aegon finishes his drink and returns to the pool.

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[enpr-ss]

Rip cub.

Of course etho inspires two ravager names. And tango goes to add laser beams instantly; even replacing poor life choices. Level 1 ravagers are the one most likely to kill runners, so they are the ones most likely to appear in chat. There was beast #25 on the same level but noooo. Tango ethogirl confirmed.

Finally stumble sprinkled into the queued cards really makes clank block and QuickDraw cards actually matter lol.

TNT?!?! OH MY GOD THATS SO COOL. is this going to happen everytime? How? Stone generator the floor back each level? And he has to jump down to powdered snow??? That’s so cool. That’s also a neat way to escape wardens. ITS A LABYRINTH?!! There’re so much soulfires. The music is so cool. THE HELL IS THAT LAVA??? I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT WITH LAVA AND DISPENSERS??? And there are wardens there too! That’s evil.

And he got his own artifact! Truly fate. One of the lowest artifacts though. And now how to get out. Is it the bubble columns? LOL HE GOT ON TOP OF THE MAZE AHHAAH. the lava flow is so cool. Tango you’re making them do lava parkour?!? So cruel. oh he is so dead. PINKY??!?! LOL.

Oof the hazard went down as she was on it. Truly etho mode. OH THE LAVA CORRIDORS ARE HAZARD AND A SHORTCUT!!! THATS GENIUS. AND SHES USING THE DRIPSTONE TO MAP THE MAZE!!! CLEVER!!! oh the warden statue is cute. LOL SHE WENT UP EVEN MORE HAHAHAA. DID SHE FIND A SECRET??!?BLINKY?!? LOL. She figured out the door to level 4 weeks ago? When she did the tnt depth charge in level 1? Omg.

Geminitay has 0 mercy on etho. Opposite of a pep talk. DOC TOO LOL.

“Let’s not be careless here-“ RECKLESS CHARGE. He pulled a Cub LOL. Skill Issue indeed. Truly washed up.

HE GOT ETHOWALLED HAHAHHA. He has two quicksteps? FROOMKINS LOL. Gem truly an ethogirl.

She’s outraged that she has to get 3 keys to get burning dark lol. That’s so unfortunate with her key luck. LOL THE BERRY BUSH DEATH! On purpose but still. I can finally do the advancement now!

LOL DID ALL THE WARDENS FALL INTO A 1 BLOCK HOLE?! AND HE TOOK DAMAGE FROM THE TNT LOL. there’s no way that lava corridor is supposed to be like that on max clank. Wait is that allowed? To be on top of those walls? Bro Inky LAUNCHED him.

The wardens swimming out of the lava stream was fantastic. Actually leaving a lava stream to illuminate and kill bats would be great.

[the-last-cuddlebender]

19, and you know I'm gonna ask for Kataang lol.......

Oh gawd I was dreading 19

Hurt/comfort prompt: (Kataang + #19: “Don’t touch me!”)

Even the Trees Remember (AO3)

Words: 1,990

Rating: T

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“He said it would make me forget!” Aang flung his arm, and another wave of reckless airbending cut through what remained of the tree. The winded blade gulped the air out of Katara’s ears in a strange way that made them pop. “He lied! Why did he lie to me?!”

Katara chased after him. It was hard to track Aang’s silhouette with only half a moon to light her way. Orange and yellow robes were her burning waypoint; churned earth and splintered tree corpses lined the warpath in Aang’s wake.

“Aang!”

Aang didn’t look at her. Katara wasn’t sure if he could even hear her. Crimson colored his face with furious sorrow; his every breath tore a howling cry from the wounded beast hiding in the cage of his soul.

“Sokka said it would make me forget, but it doesn’t! He lied! It doesn’t help anything!”

Aang staggered against a tree. He cut it down with a careless saber of wind that Katara had to duck for fear of losing her head. The tree groaned once, like it was bemoaning the Avatar’s betrayal of nature, before its severed half toppled through a dozen other canopies to the ground.

“Aang, you need to calm down! Please! You need to stop before you get hurt!”

Aang finally looked at her. His eyes, wide and wet and searching for something that wasn’t there, cut her open so deeply that Katara almost clutched her chest to stem the bleeding. Grief like she hadn’t seen since they visited the Southern Air Temple weighed Aang down in heavy chains. A mountain of self-loathing sat on his shoulders, and his broken heart poured rivers down his cheeks.

There was a pause in his destruction—Katara wasn’t going to pass up the chance. She approached him like he was a wild catdeer, and she tried to ignore the way he trembled and flinched from her every footstep like he really was one.

Aang’s voice was the squeak of a machine about to break. “Sokka...He said it would m-make me forget...” He curled into himself. “Sokka said...H-He said it would…He…so f-forget and…a-and...”

Katara hushed and cooed him, and she tried so very hard to suppress the bloodlust burning under her skin when she smelled the alcohol on his breath.

She was going to have words with her brother.

“Aang, it’s okay. You’re okay. Sokka is a moron and doesn’t know what he’s talking about. C’mere,” she offered her hand to him, “let’s go home, okay?”

“Can’t...Can’t go home…”

“Why not?”

“Can’t remember...Can’t remember home...Gyatso...I can’t remember…” Aang hugged himself, and it took every ounce of Katara’s restraint not to pull him into her arms. “I can’t forget, but I can’t remember, either. I can’t take it anymore. I want it to go away. I...I-I just—W-Were those good times even real? Is this even real?” He looked at her, begging her for something she couldn’t give him. His voice broke and shattered Katara’s heart. “Are you even real?”

Katara swallowed. “Oh, Aang…”

Aang dropped to his knees and cradled his head like a bomb was about to drop. “I wanna forget...I wanna forget so bad—I-I just can’t remember anymore…” He pressed his brow to the grass. “I’m trying...I-I’m trying…”

“Aang—”

“Don’t touch me!” He didn’t want to know the answer to whether or not she was real. He couldn’t take it if she wasn’t.

Katara swallowed the burning in her throat and steeled her shaky resolve into iron.

“Lemme—Lemme go!” Aang squirmed like a newborn and whined and flailed just as loudly, but Katara didn’t let up her grip under his arms. She dragged him to one of the trees he cut down and sat them like its fresh stump was a dining table.

“Look,” Katara said. Aang tried to get up, but Katara wouldn’t let go of his hand. “Look, Aang.”

“Look at what?” His voice was something worse than desperate. He slumped, the life and fight flushing out of him. “There’s nothin’ to see—I can’t remember—”

“You do remember.” Katara spoke as gently as she held his hand. Aang sniffled and made himself smaller than he was. Katara kissed his knuckles and massaged the tender belly of his palm—the most precious part of a bender—until his breathing slowed.

He didn’t stop crying. The burning knot in Katara’s throat didn’t stop growing, either.

“Oh, Aang…” She leaned over the stump so that her elbows rested on it. She held his hand in hers and peppered it with more kisses until he dragged his eyes up to hers.

His eyes were empty and endless like a dry well that stretched on forever.

He looked so alone.

So incredibly alone.

Like he had spent those hundred years in the ice awake and without even Appa to keep him company.

“I—I-I can’t remember, K’tara...I can’t...I can’t, but I can’t forget, either…”

Katara soothed him with gentle coos and hushes. “I know, sweetie. I know.” She held his hand tighter. “It hurts. I know it must hurt you so much it feels unbearable.” She cradled his face with her free hand. She tried to ignore the dagger in her heart that made every part of her ache when he first flinched, taking a second to recognize her touch before pressing so desperately into her that it wouldn’t be a stretch to believe that he hadn’t felt a loving touch in years. “But you do remember. You haven’t forgotten anything.”

Aang cocked his head like a hound to a high pitch. It would have been cute if it didn’t make Katara fight the urge to cry with him. “I...I haven’t?”

“No, you haven’t. Not really.” Katara tapped the rings lining the inner belly of the once large tree. “See this ring? And how narrow it is?”

“...m’yeah.”

“These rings are thin and remember a long drought. These rings are further apart and remember a bad flood.”

Katara moved Aang’s hand over the stump’s memories. He flinched when the pads of his fingers brushed the grainy, black knobs curling crooked lightning through the wood.

“This is a scar from a fire that burned through this forest a century ago. The scar is near the center—when the tree was very young—but the tree grew around it and made its scars a part of itself. From the outside, you could never tell that it happened, like maybe the tree forgot. But it remembers both all the good and all the bad. The bad didn’t stop it from growing.”

Aang wiped his eyes, and something more lost than thoughtful pinched his face in a scowl.

The night air hummed its silence, void of the many patterings of small animals and other creatures scared away from the Avatar’s grieving. Aang’s hand was cold in Katara’s. That wasn’t right at all. Aang was never cold, out or in.

Katara kissed his knuckles, reveled in the shadow of a smile she pulled from him, rubbed some warmth back into his fingers, and looked at him even though it made some part of her howl and claw her insides in its desperation to pull him closer.

Katara laid his hand flat on the stump of tree-rings and forest memories. She held his palm up and traced her finger down a dozen calluses and twice as many scars.

“See this?” Katara spoke softly and traced his palm even softer. Her voice was hushed and cloudy, her words warm and wrapping around him like a hug. “This is your love line. You see how deep it is, especially in the beginning?”

“...Yeah.”

“This over here is your life line. It’s just as deep in the beginning. They’re both broken in a few places, though. One a bit more than the other. But that’s okay. Look at the top, here. The lines double back over to compensate for the breaks, and they double and triple at the ends.” She tapped the tree’s rings. “See? Even the trees remember. And you do, too.”

“So...So I’m a tree?” Aang looked so incredibly lost, even though they were in his own home.

Katara laughed, the sound hollow and dying like a candle in a harsh breeze. “No, you dork, you’re not a tree. But you remember, just like they do.” She smiled, and the gesture called his out to play even though he didn’t understand why. “Nothing is ever forgotten or gone for good. I know you remember why, Aang.”

Now Aang looked truly lost and more desperate, but hopeful, than ever. “I...I do?”

Katara’s smile stretched a little wider as she curled his hand shut.

Aang blinked at her dumbly. He opened his fist like it was buried treasure he had stumbled upon. He nearly dropped the smooth little acorn resting between a callous and his life line.

Aang smiled. He sagged like a deflating war balloon, like his insides were more slush than bone. His heart tugged its seams back together, just a bit, and his mourning joy leaked over his cheeks.

Aang laughed. The bubbles of giggles were lost, knowing not where they came from or why, but they grew in volume just as he opened his posture like he was going to hug her.

But Katara was already at his side, brushing them together. He was still cold, so Katara scooted closer and warmed him with tender touches and even more tender words. Aang couldn’t hear them, but they dug into the deepest parts of him and soothed the wounded beast limping out of the cage of his soul. Katara nuzzled her face to his, and his widening smile and even louder laughs pulled out the coal searing a hole in her throat. Her broken heart danced when he returned her affections, and the corner of her soul that he had claimed for himself cuddled, like her, into the arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Katara laced her fingers with Aang’s and was gentle with him as though he were burned and bleeding. With her other hand, she guided him into a kiss, and her love line cradled the curve of his jaw.

Aang smiled like a supernova and had Katara tugged into the space between his legs and pulled flush against his chest in the next second. She laughed along with him. Or maybe he was laughing with her? It didn’t matter. Aang paraded his joy in small kisses on whatever his lips could reach.

Aang mumbled into her hair and held her tight like he might lose her. “Thank you, Katara.” His voice was quiet, like it was a thought he was sharing with her. “For everything.”

Katara wormed her way out of her Aang-cocoon just enough to kiss his cheek. “For you, my Forever Boy? Always.”

Aang pressed his smile to her temple, and his laugh shook into her from where they were pressed together. His glee was genuine and warmed Katara from head to toe like she was sitting in front of a fire during a blizzard.

Katara pulled his arms even tighter around herself, but, somehow, she made it feel like she was hugging and holding him, instead.

The night hummed its peace in a gentle buzz, holding an undercurrent of shy animals creeping back to their homes. Aang cuddled closer to his home, too, and Katara molded into him like she was a foundation that could protect him through any storm.

“I love you, you dork,” she said in a voice so quiet it reached Aang like a thought. “And I’m not going anywhere.” The pressure in the air grew lighter. Aang sagged like the brace forcing him to bend into something that he wasn’t was suddenly ripped away.

And then he smiled like being happy was what his face was built for.

And Katara’s kiss was a promise and a bandage all in one.

“I love you...And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

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(っ′∀`)っ(◞‸◟；) —> (ɔˆ ³(´∀｀c)

(okay I know this blows away my word cap, but I was on the brink of turning this into its own fic because screw a 1,000 word cap on this kind of prompt that dialogue line should be illegal...oof)

#kataang #aang #katara #avatar the last airbender #sweeties gonna sweet #hurt/comfort ask #Even the Trees Remember #itsmoonpeaches #myfanfictiontag #post

[smol-and-trashy]

Sylvix Vore Fic (FE3H)

A/N: This is probably mega OOC, but I fell in love with both Sylvain and Felix during my first playthrough of FE3H and been itching for a vore fic featuring them. It’s probably more accurate to read this as platonic due to my inability to write anything remotely romantic... This was also inspired by @sinfromlokislair‘s Sylvix fic, theirs is a lot better tbh haha.. Vomit warning, so if that makes you squeemish, please leave now! Enjoy :) 

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Felix growled as he shoves off the giant finger, wishing this oaf wasn’t the first person who offered help. While Sylvain would disagree, it wasn’t entirely his fault that he was in this position. The blast of magic was directed towards their professor and Felix, standing behind her, found himself foolishly taking the hit. He expected a lot of things to happen, well aware of the effects of taking a direct hit to dark magic, but being reduced to the size of a field mouse was not one of them. Now, he has to pay the price of the curse. 

Felix pinched the bridge of his nose, he expected something like this happening to Sylvain, the reckless skirt-chaser, but himself? He was usually more collect in battle. He sighs, regret still weighing heavily over him, but he had more pressing matters to tend to, specifically regarding the man before him. He looks up: Sylvain Jose Gautier loomed over Felix in all his self-proclaimed glory, Felix swallows. Goddess, he was gargantuan, his chest taking up most of Felix’s line of view and he has to crank his neck far back just to peer up in his friend’s eyes and feel like an equal in conversation. Bubbles of fear and humiliation rose up inside the smaller, but he represses those feelings, swiftly replacing them with indignation. “For the last time, Sylvain, quit poking me.” “Sorry, sorry, it’s just that you’re so tiny and cute! I really can’t help myself.” Sylvain laughs a little, folding both hands behind his head. “Insatiable, as always,” Felix mutters under his breath. If Sylvain heard, he gave no indication, instead, grabbing Felix without a single warning. As the tree-sized fingers close around his waist, Felix soon finds himself face-to-face with his ginormous friend; bemused, Sylvain simply watches as the smaller struggles in his grip. “Let me go, Sylvain!” he squawks, trying to pry those fingers off him. Really, the man had no concept of personal space. “Mm, I could, but,” Sylvain leans forward with his elbow still on the table, drawing closer to Felix. Fruitlessly trying to maneuver his legs and kick at Sylvain’s too-close face, he stops; scowling as he notices his own reflection in those amber eyes, and at last, Sylvain pulls back. “This is all too much fun!” he winks. “Hilarious, now let me down, you oaf.” Felix says flatly, “I would rather dual the boar than being stuck here with you.” “Really? Because most ladies would love to be in your shoes, Fe.” Felix squirmed a little in the redhead’s grip, not fancying himself so high. “Let them. At least you would finally leave me alone.” Sylvain leans on his arm, a cocky grin adorning his lips, “Ouch, don’t be like that! Least now, you can’t refuse to get dinner with me.” The raven-head rolls his eyes at the reminder of Sylvain’s countless dinner invitations, most of which he had turned down in favor of training. “Forcing me to eat with you, would you stoop so low?” Sylvain says nothing, only flashing a sly smirk and hoists Felix a few inches higher, just above his nose. Felix unwittingly tenses up, he's much too high and Sylvain was taking this joke further than he'd like. He curses while digging his nails into his friend's skin, trying to force himself to be lowered. Yet, the other refuses to budge. He can't tell if Sylvain thought of this as one big joke or if he was really this careless. "You incorrigible---" "Aw, c'mon Fe, you’re just cute enough to eat!” Sylvain interrupts smugly, dangling Felix over his wide-open mouth; He wasn’t seriously going to drop him, but it was all too easy to get a rise out of him. Felix’s heart pounds furiously against his chest as he’s forced to peer into Sylvain’s awaiting maw. Sharp white teeth that could easily bite him in half taunt him while that wet tongue twitches and Felix doesn’t even want to think what is beyond that dark, pulsing throat. It was repulsive, everything. Despite himself, Felix couldn’t stop staring. Is this what prey feel when they’re about to be eaten? Strangely enamored? He frowns, choosing not to dwell on it, and instead, averting his eyes to the door, he was no damsel, but a piece of him wishes for Ingrid or even the boar to pay Sylvain an unexpected visit. Relief sweeps through him as those lips close, “Tell me, do you have a death wish, Sylvain?” he growls, but the older man’s lips quirk upwards, evidently amused. As Sylvain opens his mouth to make a quip—- “Sylvain!” Ingrid barges into the room, and in an instant, he loses his grip on Felix, barely able to make out the tiny man’s objections as he falls straight towards the gaping throat. Sylvain’s jaws snap shut, and the obtrusion at the back of his throat causes him to swallow, purely out of reflex. Fuck. All traces of coy playfulness disappear instantly as he feels the tiny body make its way down his throat. He sits there, in cold shock, as Felix drops into his stomach. The heavy, humid air hits him, and Felix lies absolutely still, paralyzed with disbelief. This can’t be real. That half-wit did not just swallow me. Felix’s heart pounds in his ears as he wipes the slime off his face. The chamber wasn’t as dark as he anticipated, in fact, he could see the wrinkled pinkish walls fairly well. His own stomach turns as thick chyme splashes on him, and before he’s able to gain some semblance of footing, he’s thrown at the opposing wall. More liquid soaks him, and Felix thrashes aimlessly, the only coherent thought going through his mind is ‘I need to get out of here.’ He rushes to the nearest wall, cursing at Sylvain for taking his swords beforehand, and punches at the wall. No reaction. Not a wince, not a protest to stop, nothing. The chamber groans and convulses, but there’s no direct response from Sylvain. Felix clenches his fist, and despite the heat, he feels an icy chill plunge into his veins; no, he must persist. He’s trained on hours end, he can make Sylvain notice him. As Felix is about to inflict another punch to the walls, he hears a familiar voice around him, pushing down the squicked feeling of hearing his childhood friend in such a ubiquitous manner, he pauses to listen. Sylvain stands up and freezes, a nervous chuckle arises from his throat, “I-Ingrid! To what do I owe the pleasure of—“ “You know how many messes of yours I had to clean up for the past week?” He blanches as Ingrid wastes no time in berating him for his less than reputable behavior, “You promised that you would cease your philandering ways, but I heard from Ashe, of all people, that you were—-“ she pauses, Sylvain was almost hunched over, sickly pale with his arms twisted around his stomach, “Are you okay? You look unwell.” At that, Sylvain straightens up, “Ah, yeah, yeah, just ate something bad earlier,” he winces as he earns a nasty kick from Felix, “nothing some rest can’t fix!” Ingrid’s concerned expression only deepens, she purses her lips, but Sylvain, armed with a charming smile, puts a hand on her shoulder, “Honestly, Ingrid, I’m fine. But it’s cute of you to get all worked up over me! Y’know, maybe a kiss on the cheek would help?” The blonde shoves his hand off, rolling her eyes, “I’m not…Take care of yourself, Sylvain,” she sighs, turning around and finally shutting the door behind her. Alone in his room, Sylvain gingerly presses a hand on his belly, earning sharp kick in retaliation. His mouth suddenly feels like it was filled with cotton, and finding himself at a rare loss of words, Sylvain racks his brain for the right thing to say, for something to say. “You alright in there?” he mentally slaps himself after the words come out of his mouth. How utterly stupid he must sound. “Am I alright in here?” Felix repeats incredulously, blood boiling with every ticking second, “Did you really just ask the man who’s stewing away in your filthy guts if he’s ‘alright in there?’ What the hell do you think?” Sylvain swallows and finally sits down on his bed, trying to control an incoming rush of vertigo. He runs a hand through his hair, slicking the ruddy strands back into place, and sighs. “You’re right, I-I’m sorry, Felix. You’re not… melting in there, are you?” His heart-rate begins to pick up, thumping wildly in his chest like a caged bird. “Oh Goddess, you need to let me know if anything is happening!” “As you should be,” Felix says while checking out his arm. His once white sleeves are stained from the juices, but he’s feeling no burning effects. Not to say the acids wouldn’t be activated when Sylvain eats something—-other than himself. “It looks like I’m fine, for now.” “Good, let’s get you out of there.” He’s met with an affirmative hum, and Sylvain plants himself on the floor, firmly pressing both hands on his stomach. Tiny fingers tap on the bottom of his belly and now wholly aware of it. The feeling is entirely alien, almost ticklish; he automatically heaves, offhandedly noting the room getting warmer as sweat gathers on his forehand. Bile creeps at the bottom of his throat, and Sylvain dry heaves once again, “C’mon…” he murmurs. His stomach groans louder, noisily protesting the shrunken being inside, and his fingers slam on the hardwood, curling instantly. As his guts twist and turn in itself, he grimaces, wishing for a drink to aid him in this uncomfortable process. Sylvain’s eyes widen as he gags, only able to retch out strands of saliva. There is a distinct lack of a certain sharp-tongued mercenary.   “No…Why didn’t it work?” he whispers, clutching at his middle. “Sylvain…” Felix’s voice is dangerously low, and Sylvain was sure that if he hadn’t removed the former’s weapons, his insides would have been lacerated mercilessly. Even though they’d been friends since childhood, even though they made a promise, there was no way Felix would let himself die such a humiliating death. Felix glares up at the tight sphincter from above, it’s much too high to force open, but maybe if Sylvain was lying down… He pauses, out of nowhere, acids begin to bubble and churn. The stomach gurgles louder, and suddenly, he’s thrown from wall-to-wall, hardly getting a chance to catch his breath. A god-awful groan resonates around him, and his head gets submerged under the liquid; everything flies by too quickly; this was it, this was how he was going to go down. He can’t breathe; one moment his lungs are filled with acids, and the next, he finds himself splayed on a squishy surface. Felix coughs and gasps for air, for a split second, he really thought he was done for. Arm slung over his head, he almost doesn’t notice the shadow looming over him or the fast pulse below, rivaling his own. He needs a good minute to recoup himself as he breathes slowly to even his heart-rate. Finally removing his arm, he looks above. Felix’s breath hitches as the thundering vibrations of Sylvain saying something reverberates through his body; nearly admonishing himself for such a pathetic reaction, he realizes the words aren’t registering. “—-about this, yeah?” Felix catches the tail-end of whatever the redhead was trying to say. “Alright.” and for the first time since this ordeal, there’s no bite behind his words, only thinly veiled exhaustion as he finds himself slumped against Sylvain’s index finger. He just wants to return to normal and forget this day ever happened.

#sylvix vore #sylvain vore #felix vore #fe3h vore #fire emblem vore #soft vore #safe vore #vomit warning vore #vore writing #fandom vore #all my tags have vore in them so no one else would know of this sin #unwilling vore

[honeyfrauline]

Where Stars Land (Drama Review)

Where Stars Land is a Korean drama based on the lives of the employees of Incheon International Airport. The story goes mostly around the bubbly and persevering Han Yeo Reum, played by Chae Soo Bin; and the kind but mysterious Lee Soo Yeon, played by Lee Je Hoon. Yeo Reum has worked for the airport for only more than a year but already has multiple sanctions due to her recklessness and careless nature. Despite that, she strives hard to stand out and be recognized for her hardwork. Soo Yeon is a perfectionist who only wants to stay on the side and not stand out. He is kind of aloof to others. He also has a really good and commendable scholastic background. Both meet when Yeo Reum gets transferred to the Passenger Services Team. The story proceeds as these two get closer and discover how they are connected due to their past.

This drama ended last week and I’m starting to miss it already. This was a really good one. The plot was nicely written. The roles were well acted, considering the household cast. Each week, there were different circumstances you would learn from and appreciate those who work in the airport. I loved how the story started to unfold with the different secrets beginning to be revealed each week. I totally got hooked on how the storyline began to get heavier in the middle but still had the cute scenes with the different love lines. Though I wasn’t really satisfied with how it ended. I really hoped this wouldn’t have the typical Korean drama ending but yeah, it did have that. It looked like it was rushed and after everything that happened it seemed like things ended in a snap. Let's not even start talking about not seeing Soo Yeon's face in the end. Actually, I just wanted more depth in the ending which is what the drama made me expect. Anyway, aside from that, this was well done. The production was well thought of. I’m in love with the OST too, currently playing 1415’s Nothing To Worry while writing this! The soundtrack is really lovely!

You would surely appreciate love and life with this drama. I’m giving this 8/10!

 (This drama is made solely on my opinion and made with my utmost sincerity. Credits to the owners of the photos used.)

#wherestarsland #where stars land #fox bride star #chae soo bin #lee je hoon #drama review #korean drama #kdrama review #korean drama review #honeyreviewskdrama

[karnaismyfloofbaby]

#RM 06 - The charm

Gomenasai! Work got in the way of writing. >< 

As usual... NO REPOSTS! NO CLAIMING AS YOUR OWN! DON’T USE THIS STORY IN ANY MANNER EXCEPT FOR PERSONAL READING PURPOSES!

REBLOGS are most welcomed, in fact encouraged. :3 

Mild trigger: Kissing. But pretty sure the fandom has seen worse triggers but better to be safe than sorry :D

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It's lost! Where is it? Did I drop it in battle? Kenshin had searched every nook and cranny but to no avail. The charm that she gave to him was gone. A million thoughts raced across the vast expanse of his brain as he tried to recall where it had gone.

"I won't forgive myself if I lose it!" He let out a frustrated growl as his eyes scanned the battlefield that was littered with corpses, overflowing with blood and reeking of the stench of death and destruction.

                     *** Flashback to the night before

 ”Kenshin...? Am I disturbing you?" Her soft, honeyed voice was a soothing balm to his ears and soul and he turned around to face her. The sliding door slid open and her soft footfalls travelled across the polished wooden floor of the tenshu stopping right at his table. He looked up at her radiant face and gestured for her to sit on his lap.

 ”No, you're not. What brings you here so late at night? I would've expected that you'd have fallen asleep by now." She sat down carefully on his lap, her movements subtle and graceful and his heart thrummed in his chest.

 "Well... (a pause) I... I got this for you." She held out an intricate looking charm, the yellow paper was folded neatly and small, jade green beads adorned the sides and a red coloured tassel hung at the end.

 "A charm?"

"It's a protection charm. I... I know you're heading into battle tomorrow so I wanted to give this to you."

"I don't need one. I'm the God of War. Mere arrows and bullets avoid me. Swords and spears curve out of the way. I'll be fine and unharmed tomorrow."

”I know that. I have no doubt that you'll emerge victorious tomorrow but..." She hid her face meekly in the crook of his neck, her cheeks a bright scarlet red.

 "Don't look away. Face me." He tilted her chin to face him, his eyes staring deep into hers. Her breath caught in her throat as she was mere inches from his face. He traced the curve of her bottom lip with his thumb and she inhaled sharply. Her eyes widened and he drank in the sight of her blushing face before pressing his lips firmly against hers. Her head spun and she saw stars as he deepened the kiss, their tongues intertwining - seeking the heat of each other's mouth. His grip on her tightened and he pulled her closer to his body, longing to touch her more and embrace the life that pulsed from within her.

 "Ke-Kenshin..." A soft moan escaped her lips and he let her go sensing her body stiffen. He inclined his head to look at her, a flash of worry in his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" His voice was a smooth, deep, rich timbre that carried a note of anxiety at the prospect of her getting hurt.

"No. You didn't hurt me. You could never hurt me" She buried her face against his rock solid chest. "I'm just worried that you'll get hurt tomorrow. My heart tells me not to worry and have faith you'll come home safe and well but my head keeps thinking of the worst case scenarios. I can't help it. I'm sorry." Her body shook and she curled up closer to him.

"There's no need to apologise. You have done nothing wrong. I will bring this charm to battle with me as proof of your will and fighting spirit. It shall lead me to victory." He stroked her back, murmuring the words into her ear hoping to ease her worries.

She lifted her head with unshed tears in her eyes. "Thank you, Kenshin. It means a lot to me. I just (soft whisper) couldn't imagine what I would do without you."

He kissed her forehead gently and buried his face in her hair. Inhaling her sweet scent he committed every part of her to memory - her silky smooth hair, clear spirited eyes, cute nose, soft delicious lips, her smile, her laugh, every tiny bit that made up his beloved was individually distinct yet formed a cohesive whole and every bit was equally precious; from the very top strand of hair on her head to the very last toe on her foot. He loved and cherished every inch of her.

 "Are you tired? You should get some rest. You've been running around Kasugayama excitedly like a little rabbit doing chores."

"I'm not sleepy yet (small yawn) but I should let you finish your work, Kenshin. I'll be going now." She stood up slowly, her eyes never once leaving his face though a small pout had started to form. Sensing the change in her mood, he caught her by the wrist and pulled on her hand.

 "Stay. You can accompany me as I finish this last stack of reports."

"Really? Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother." She chewed on her lip but the sadness that overshadowed her face was now gone at the prospect of spending a few more precious moments with him.

 "Yes. Come and sit with me." He once again coaxed her into sitting on his lap and she sat down quietly. She beamed happily and nestled comfortably against his body, feelings of security and comfort blanketed her with warmth and contentment.

       A few hours later...

 Having completed the last of his work, he stifled a yawn and looked down at her. He smiled watching her sleep (so fragile, so innocent, and so defenceless. Mine.) He lifted her as carefully as humanly possible and laid her down on their shared futon before bringing the covers over her. She mumbled, sleep heavy in her voice and clung to him even more.

 ]"Kenshin? Are you finished already?" She sat up in the futon and rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry, I was supposed to stay up with you but I feel asleep. Someone was a very comfortable pillow." She gave an apologetic grin, one that suggested she was in fact not so sorry at all.

 "It is fine. Having you at ease and sleeping comfortably in my arms is a source of joy I would never have expected. Tonight I'll stay by your side as you sleep." He got into bed next to her and held her close to him. His arms were strong and sure keeping her safe as his legs entwined with hers caging her to him.

 "Mmm... Okay. I won't object to that." Once again, sleep claimed her almost immediately leaving Kenshin alone wide awake stroking her hair as he envisioned the chaos that would ensue tomorrow.

                    *** back to the present

 The cacophony surrounding him used to make him feel alive, made his blood run wild with the burning flames of excitement, made him feel euphoric but now the sound and chaos was a hindrance, a barrier holding him back from searching for his precious charm on the blood soaked field. Every time he stopped to searched, he would be heckled by enemy soldiers clamouring for his head as their stepping stone to military glory.

 "Futile! Your struggle is futile! Get out of my way if you desire life but interfere with me and you dally with death itself" Gone was the confident, unreadable facade of the God of War. His beautiful features no longer spoke of the untouchable god that lorded over the tumult of war but in his stead he was replaced by the vestiges of a man - a lost soul seeking, no, hungering for a token that would remind him, that he who was regarded as godlike was encased in layers hiding the real Uesugi Kenshin - a man, living and breathing still had emotions. Real, raw emotions that threatened to spill over and consume all in its wake if it found no source to channel it out.

 He moved fast, trailing a blaze of white in his wake as he searched for it. Sasuke who had been tailing his lord found himself for once tongue-tied at the inexplicable display of reckless emotion. Knowing better than to discourage Kenshin from searching for the charm, Sasuke stayed close by ready to protect his lord from any surprise attacks but it was for naught for no man in his right mind knew better than to challenge the War God during one of his unpredictable rampages.

 "SASUKE! Did you see it?!! I can't find it. It's lost." His shoulders slumped dejectedly. "Where is it? It's gone... I lost it. I lost the one thing she asked to take with me. I..."

(moving in front to face him) "Milord, you have not failed her. Let us return, regroup and redouble our efforts to search for it later. Right now milord, casualties are piling up and she would be very upset if you let our comrades fall in vain."

 Sasuke pulled Kenshin up to stand, his eyes glassy and unfocused. "Sasuke, you're in charge now. Get everyone back to main camp. Pull back, regroup, treat the wounded and create an opportunity for us to pincer the enemy. Finish them if they insist on continuing this struggle but cease if they capitulate." Kenshin ran out of the tent again, his head and heart stubbornly insisting to find the charm.

 As the sun began its journey down the horizon, streaks of blue and indigo dyed the sky in ugly blotches, a striking contrast to the blazing trail of reds and oranges left behind by the dying sun. In the dying light, Kenshin found his own hope dying as well. Anger, frustration and disappointment bubbled just below the surface and for once the God of War sank to his knees in defeat. (I can't believe it... It's just not possible. How could I?)

 Defeated, he headed back to the main camp his steps sluggish and dispirited, his mind cursing his own stupidity and carelessness.

                   The next day...

 The Uesugi army returned home victorious and cheers of delight rang throughout the castle town. Once these cheers would've lifted his spirits despite the dire circumstances they faced in battle. Now... now the cheers sounded hollow to him.

 "KENSHIN!!!"  He lifted his head in surprise at the sound of that all too familiar voice. He slowed down and dismounted as she came running into his open arms. Nuzzling her face in his chest, he felt her tremble and he stroked her back to comfort her.

 "I'm home."

"Welcome home, Kenshin" She lifted her head to look at him, tears of relief and happiness ran down her cheeks like a string of diamonds glistening in the sunlight.

"I apologise for worrying you." He wiped her tears away. She shook her head, smiling as she held his hands with hers.

"I'm just glad you're safe and sound. I told you my charm would work. Kenshin? What's the matter?" She looked at him worriedly as he turned away, his head hung low.

"About that... Your charm... I... lost it. I tried looking for it but I failed."

She cupped his face with her hands stroking his smooth cheeks.

"Kenshin, it's ok. It's not important. The important thing is that you're home alive, safe and sound. That's the only thing that matters to me not the charm."

"But it contained your hopes, your will and your feelings... and I lost it."

"Kenshin. Look at me. It's ok. Think of it this way. That charm followed you to battle right?" "And it got lost when the fighting was terrible and you didn't realise right?"

He nodded like a forlorn child who lost his favourite toy.

 "Then, that means it fulfilled its duty to protect you and destiny willed for you not to find it. If you had, that would mean the fighting would've continued but since you didn't find it, you were safe. You see the charm worked. It protected you and kept you safe. So, there's no need to feel upset and you didn't disappoint me for losing it because it was supposed to be lost in the first place."

 His troubled heart settled at her explanation and he held her close.

"Thank you. Only you have the power to soothe me with your words and touch. Now that you put it in this way, I believe you are right about that charm."

He laced his fingers with hers as they walked hand in hand back to Kasugayama as the sun shone on them illuminating their path just as his heart was lightened by the love of his life.

#uesugi kenshin #ikesen #i really need to learn how to stop #this is too long #listening to sad music isn't helping #rm

[mochiryu]

My personal favorite traits about the signs + Soft spots and pet peeves

Check sun, moon, and rising signs Aries: It's amusing to see their "I really don't give a crap" attitude. Especially in situations where someone is hating on them and they're just like "You really think I care???". I wish I was as tough as that haha - They also have a huge soft spot for the underdog, those who don't have the opportunity to speak up, and those who are suppressed. And they have little patience for those who are bossy, refuse to speak up, and are dishonest. Taurus: They're so cute and bubbly and fun to be around and kind and caring and just hhfjnsrjfhdshjgbfhsgehgh my mom's is a Taurus and just yES THEY'RE AMAZING - They have a soft spot for those who get cheated or betrayed, the young, and those who are pushed out of security. They have little patience for those who try to pressure others, people who try to lead them on, the changeable, and the reckless. Gemini: Gemini's just have the amazing confidence that I don't have and I'm so envious and hfghg they're also so cuddly and adorable like wOW-- I would know because one of my friends is a Gemini haha - They have a soft spot for those who are put down, children, those who are lonely, and those who don't get the opportunity to communicate. They have little patience for those who won't get to the point, the uncommunicative, the uneducated by choice/closed mind, and those who waste time. Cancer: I have quite a few friends of mine who are Cancer's and just like... they're so relatable and always appreciative and the Cancer's I come across always have similar interests to mine and just like how can you not love Cancers they're so kind and fluffy and caring and just hfdjghhdgfdghfgjdfhbdfjhgnfhdjghjdf??? - They have a soft spot for the vulnerable, sad, scared, children, animals, and any loved ones. They have little patience for the cruel, cold, the uncaring, the insensitive, and bullies. Leo: Okay so I usually base these posts off of people I know and the only Leo I know that I like is Barak Obama and sadly Donald Trump? Like.. ty Obama for being one of our best presidents - They're so confident and once your get to their soft side they're really fun and adventurous and kind and idk they're just one of my usual favorite signs - They have a soft spot for the risk taker, the underdog, someone who needs empowering, and children. They have little patience for those who don't speak up, those who are pushovers, those who are bad at their jobs, and the dishonest. Virgo: Super chill, polite unless you're being an idiotic dick, analytical af, once they genuinely open up they're really silly and like the amount of things they know is amazing like they're kinda a walking dictionary/definition book in a way and I admire that so much and just dnjwengfjdg My girlfriends a Virgo and I love her so much she's such a fun person eEEEEE - They have a soft spot for animals, the shy, the humble, the unsure, and the underappreciated or underrated. They have little patience for those who are rude, have no self respect, don't put in effort, are careless, and who are egotistical. Libra: Okay, we're like hella chill and fun to be around. We always stay in the middle and we don't step in to certain situations unless we feel it's necessary. Certain things can piss us off easily like for example rude dumbasses or people who refuse to respect other peoples opinions despite disagreeing with it, etc All of the Libra's I've known including me are caring af but we can also be hella sarcastic and silently/secrelty judgemental. We're very creative despite our indecisiveness and occasional lack of motivation. We try our best to support our friends and help them out in every way that we can, and because we're so caring and sweet, that actually sometimes ends up with us not having the heart to say "No" to someone eheh.. In relationships we're very romantic, loving, and caring. In an argument as a "judge", most of the time we see from both points of views, and we often don't take sides. We try to help them sort it out and try to stop the argument in a peaceful way. - They have a soft spot for those treated unfairly, the defenseless, anyone who is kind, and the passive or peaceful. They have little patience for those who treat others unfairly or unequal, lack of justice, rude people, harsh people, those who make assumptions without proof, and the authoritative. And the only reason this is like two paragraphs long is because as a Libra myself this is the sign that I know the most about haha Scorpio: They're super adventurous and willing to do stuff that most others won't. They're always standing for whatever they believe in, and they're extremely fun in their own unique way (Much different type of fun from the others haha). They can be very intense and protective of what they care about/love, and they can pack quite the sting if you ever get into a fight with them. They are scorpions afterall. Overall it's just a sign that I admire so much - They have a soft spot for those who've been through similar struggles, the weak, the lost, the abused, and the used. They have little patience for those who lack self respect, are apathetic, who won't go after their goals, and who refuse to learn their lesson. Sagittarius: They get so flustered easily!!! It's really adorable like omf - They're very honest and sweet. I don't know much about this sign so this is gonna be like only a few lines oops - They have a soft spot for the underdog, the new person, the unrepresented, the good charactered, the foreigner, and the free spirited. They have little patience for the petty, the dishonest, closed minded, and the controlling or overbearing. Capricorn: Super clingy in a cute way. They're also very loyal, and like Libra, they often try to help sort out arguments in a peaceful way. My late biological father was a Capricorn oooof. I also don't know much about this sign so this is gonna be short as well :') - They have a soft spot for the ambitious, the damaged, the hard workers, the sweet tempered, the lonely, and the fearful. They have little patience for the disrespectful, the lazy, the entitled, the unjust, the rulebreakers, and leeches/moochers. Aquarius: Their intellect and ability to give advice is scary. Also a very fun person in a similar way to Sagittarius. Also very relatable to certain people. My cousin is an Aquarius and she's such a fun person hfdghjdgf so is my grandma and just YES - They have a soft spot for misfits, outsiders, rebels, those who are mentally different, and the mislead. They have little patience for those who aren't true to themselves, are oppressors, closed minded, and the authoritative. Pisces: Super creative, soft, bubbly, caring people. They're often way more reasonable too haha. My dad is a Pisces and so is my brother - They have a soft spot for any sob story, the sick, the sad, the needy, the weak, the innocent, and the vulnerable. They have little patience for arrogance, mean-spirited people, users, those who try to change them, unsympathetic people, and the detached. Credits for the soft spots/pet peeves goes to @astrolovecosmos

#astrology #western zodiac #zodiac signs #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #astrology post

[mythicamagic]

Diabolik Lovers + Inside Out AU

So I thought of this super silly but fun AU crossover thing, and have mini head-canons and scenarios about it already, but for now I just thought I’d share my thoughts about it. (I can just imagine them fighting over the control panel) 

Btw this goes into more personality traits as well as emotional, and having the boys be sentient and having their own goals and such despite being Yui’s emotions.

The Sakamaki and Mukami brothers as emotions and traits of Yui (mostly her game and manga counterpart):

Shuu: Laziness, indulgence, apathy.

Able to: Let Yui wind down and relax. Needed after a long day and is responsible for her wonderful sleep cycles (so long as she makes sure to set an alarm) when combined with Laito, it will usually lead to her curling up with a book and fantasizing. Totally to blame for that irritating song stuck in her head. If used too much he can make Yui indifferent to the feelings of others, so a healthy dose of Kanato’s worry or Azusa’s empathy is needed. Used most: After a long day, during bubble baths, sleep or during study time (or lack of thereof) Bad Combo - Shuu + Reiji (if used right, then Reiji can motivate Yui to study or work, but if not then he will make Yui stress over her procastination so much that she does nothing about it.)

Reiji: Logic, organization skills, duty. 

Able to - Give Yui day to day tasks, remember important events and a sense of duty. He reinforces the importance of thinking about her future, but if used too much he can give Kanato too much power (stress). Emotions like Shuu are needed to regulate his control. Used most: During studying, working and planning. Bad Combo - Reiji + Kanato (double stress)

Ayato: Energy, competitiveness, joy, chaos.

Able to: Keep Yui from being too stagnant. He gives her drive to succeed and a sense of joy from accomplishments and fun. Relishes her freedom, and is secretly saddened that he was used more when she was a child. He is therefore very possessive of his time with her when he’s used. If used too much however, he burns out her energy and can make her single minded and selfish. Emotions like Ruki are needed in order to keep him from exhausting Yui. Used most: During sports, fun activities, and high energy moments. Bad Combo - Ayato + Kou (leads to impulsiveness. If used right they can make her fearless, but it might land her in hot water.)

Kanato: Fear, aesthetic appreciation (sense of cuteness and charm) stress.

Able to: Alert Yui to worrying things she may not have previously noticed. When combined with Kou they give her a sense of taste for her type of clothes, belongings and pretty things. When not regulated he will send Yui into emotional outrage = crying. Azusa is needed if this happens, as he can make Yui reflect on the actions afterwords and sort out her feelings on the situation. Ruki is needed to calm her down. Used most: During times of change, unfamilliar enviroments or unexpected situations. Bad Combo - Kanato + Azusa (if used too much, Azusa will make Yui sad, and combining this with worry will lead to depression.)

Laito: Lust, pleasure, romance, intuition.

Able to: Give Yui a sense of interest and curiosity, not just in sexuality. Gains more strength the older Yui gets and delights in flustering her around boys. Is the reason why she reads trashy romance novels in secret, as it’s about as ‘risque’ as she gets. Enriches Yui’s senses. He also becomes her sense of intuition around the opposite sex. If used too much he can make Yui careless and needy, but this almost never happens as he is under strict regulation. Ruki and Subaru are needed in order to keep Laito in check. Used most: Alone or around crushes. Bad Combo - Laito + Ayato, Laito + Azusa

Subaru: Anger, morality, justice, grumpiness.

Able to: Show what Yui will and won’t stand for, in order for her not to be a doormat. He makes her seek justice for slights against others, and becomes frustrated with her when she doesn’t seek it for herself. If given too much power Yui will either be emotionally volatile or go into bouts of moodiness. Reiji is needed when this happens, as his logic eventually brings Yui out of the slump and into doing tasks, improving her mood. Used most: When Yui or someone else is insulted or something unfair happens to her. Bad Combo - Subaru + Ayato (the sudden burst of energy will only irritate Yui further)

Ruki: Self control, filter.

Able to - Calm Yui and keep her emotionally balanced. One of her main emotional traits because of her upbringing, so he is almost always in the control room. If given too much power however, he becomes a dominating force, keeping Yui from feeling anything. He believes this to be acceptable, as if she’s not feeling anything, then she’s not stressed or hurting. Emotions like Ayato are needed to break this behavior. Ruki will occasionally let her filter slip so that she says a swear word out loud, as he finds it amusing to see her break her composure. Used most: While out in public Bad Combo: Reiji + Ruki (if left in charge, they make her an emotionally numb robot. Nethier really want this result despite how efficient they think it would make her.)

Kou: Social Skills, disgust, self destructive tendencies.

Able to: Give Yui a network of friends and social cues. She is therefore very comfortable in social situations and can adapt easily to changes in topics. However, if left unmonitored, Kou randomly switches gears, and can make Yui burst into a sense of self destruction, in order to feel the high of danger. (Such as running a red light) Used most: Social situations and when picking her outfit for the day. Bad Combo - Kou + Azusa (very dangerous if left unattended), Kou + Laito + Ayato (leads to Yui being her most careless of danger and reckless. Will either make her the life of the party or commit an embarrassing, dangerous act that will haunt her.)

Yuma: Strength, team work skills, survival instinct. 

Able to: Give Yui both her strength of character and psychical strength. Also gives her very good team work skills when combined with Azusa’s empathy. He also enriches Yui’s enjoyment of work. Very useful in dangerous situations. If used too much, Yui can become overbearing. Kou is needed to temper this and not commit social suicide. Used most: When working alone, with others, or in high energy and dangerous/new environments. Bad Combo - Yuma + Kanato (if used correctly they can alert Yui to danger, if used in social situations it will only make her frustrated with others.)

Azusa: Sadness, loneliness, self worth, empathy.

Able to: Give Yui reflection and an ability to relate and care for others, to feel a sense of connection. He is one of her main emotional traits. If this connection is abused and Yui is mistreated however, Azusa will send her into bouts of sadness and she will question her self worth. Subaru, Ayato and Yuma are needed in order to combat this, with their moral justice, high energy and stability. Used most: When Yui is hurt/betrayed, isolated for too long, or after watching a sad movie. Bad Combo - Azusa + Shuu (leads to loss of motivation.)

Feel free to add anything in a comment or share your thoughts xx

#diabolik lovers #inside out au #diahell #yui komori #mukami brothers #sakamaki brothers

[idolimagines]

Mad: Part 11

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside, some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Contains smut, violence and tense situations in some chapters

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 12

Walking out the double doors you found yourself in the courtyard – gazing amongst the numerous prisoners in search for two certain men. You felt like meeting Jackson and Jaebum during their afternoon break had become a daily ritual now as it was the only way the three of you could get together and freely talk.

Still staring out ahead, you took the last bite of your blueberry bagel before surprisingly seeing Jackson and Jaebum sitting together at one of the tables. The odd sight caused you to stop chewing for a moment as you paused and blinked a few times – wanting to make sure it was in fact them as you couldn’t believe your eyes. For once they weren’t throwing punches or shouting at one another but instead they were acting civil – talking casually as if they had been long time friends.

Not bearing to wipe the wide smile across your face you nearly pranced as you made your way over to the table in a delighted manner. “Wow I never thought I’d lived to see the day,” you teasingly announced – standing at the head of the table as you eyed the two men with a smug smile. Upon seeing you Jaebum’s usual intimidating expression quickly changed as his lips curved up into a small smile.

Despite recognizing the difference in Jaebum’s expression, Jackson decided not to say anything before turning his attention to you as well. “The day?” He repeated in a questioning manner – tilting his head as he eyed you. “Yeah,” you replied. “The day I’d see you two sitting here together and there’s no blood involved.”

Jaebum laughed at your comment, finding your optimism rather cute before slyly popping your bubble. “Don’t get too excited doctor. There was nowhere else to sit.” He stated, causing you to snicker before glancing around the courtyard again – realizing he was actually right as there were a bunch of guards lazily hanging around his favorite spot under the tree.

“Doesn’t matter – you’re still sitting here together.” You added with a final huff before bringing your body around and sitting down next to Jaebum. You bumped shoulders with him as you crossed your arms, shooting him a little scowl as he smirked at you. “So doctor…” Jackson eagerly began, placing his elbows on the table leaning in closer to you from the other side. “You got any good news for us?”

You could hear the small ounce of hope within his voice as he spoke to you – talking in a seemingly careless tone but actually praying for a positive answer in return. “Actually I do,” you answered with a confident smile and his eyes went wide, staring at you as if you were his saving grace while you continued. “I have an ex-guard on our side now. He’s going to help me expose this place for what it really is.” You announced in a hush whisper, making sure only Jaebum and Jackson heard.

Jackson quirked a thick brow in response, the hopeful glint in his eyes suddenly disappearing as he looked confused by your answer. “An ex-guard…?” He slowly repeated. “You mean he doesn’t work here anymore? How is that going to help us?”

“His name is Yugyeom,” you announced, ready to explain as you were expecting this type of reaction. “He was there when I discovered the prisoner had escaped and threatened the warden about exposing this corrupt place.”

“He knew too much so the warden had to get rid of him,” Jaebum spoke up beside you – looking just as disturbed as Jackson about all this. You nodded your head in response, agreeing with him before Jackson suddenly leaned back and chuckled. “Threatening the warden huh – I like this Yugyeom guy already. The warden is a total asshole,” he finished with a scoff.

“Yeah,” you replied. “I don’t like him either but I need to find some evidence so Yugyeom and I can run to the authorities and reveal what’s really going on here.” You added before both men snapped their heads at you. “What – like the police?” Jackson blurted out defensively. “I thought they’re in cahoots with this place though?”

“Which is exactly why we’re going to the federal government instead – someone who is higher than the police.” You assured and a pleased smirk came across Jackson’s face. “Damn I’m so ready to get out of here,” he honestly revealed – taking a deep breath and staring ahead at the large fence that kept him trapped here. “…I miss my brother.”

A brief moment of silence surrounded the three of you and you shifted in your seat for a moment, realizing what he just said as you suddenly had this itch to ask the burning question before finally speaking up. “Jackson – how exactly did you end up here anyways?” You carefully asked, causing the man to turn his attention back to you.

Jackson’s cheerful face had now turned to stone as he recalled the painful memory. “My older brother and I grew up without much and relied on the little food we had.” He answered with a grave tone, taking his eyes off you as he spoke. “…and one day I was so hungry I was caught stealing food at a market – next thing I know I’m stuck in the police car and suddenly dropped off here instead of the station. When I arrived I tried fighting back and that was the first time they injected that serum into me,” he explained.  “When I woke up I was in a cell and labeled a psycho.”

“Since that day I never got to see my older brother again.” Jackson further added, staring down at his entwined fingers while he sat deep in thought. “But as soon as I get out of here I’m going to find him.”

As he said those last few words, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility weigh on your shoulders as you knew you were the only one who could free them out of this awful place. You knew such a challenge was dangerous but at this point you knew there was no going back as you had fully devoted yourself to this mission – wanting to see it out till the end. “Don’t worry Jackson – I’ll make sure you’ll see your brother again soon.” You promised – wanting to give him strength with the encouraging words as not only his psychiatrist but also a friend.

“I hope so,” he admitted with a weak smile before going quiet again for another long minute. Realizing just how solemn he was looking, Jackson instantly concealed his emotions with a small light-hearted laugh – breaking the temporary silence and pretending to be okay on the inside as he didn’t want to seem vulnerable to anyone. Looking around, he soon spotted a group of prisoners playing cards at a nearby table before speaking up. “Um…I’m going to play a few games,” Jackson announced. “Those guys always lose against me,” he added while quickly jolting out of his seat and leaving in a rush – leaving you and Jaebum alone as a result.  

As soon as Jackson left Jaebum turned to you, not wasting any time as he wanted to get straight to the question. “So how exactly are you going to get evidence?” He firmly asked in a shrewd tone – eager to know your answer as he already had an idea of what you were going to say.

With a small yawn, you casually rested your arms on the table and laid your head down as you wanted to use this free time to relax for a moment as you began to explain. “I’m going to sneak into the warden’s office and search around-”

“No you’re not.” Jaebum’s deep voice harshly interjected, causing you to sneer in response.

“Excuse me?” You hissed – daring him to repeat himself as you suddenly lifted your head off the table and straightened your posture out.

Jaebum seemed unaffected by your death glare as he shot you one of his own, determined not to let you make reckless decisions. “It’s too dangerous I don’t want you going in there.”

“I can handle it,” you easily assured as you ignored his warning. “I’m only going in there for a quick minute while he’s on his late lunch break. You don’t have to worry about me Jaebum. I’ll be in and out of there in no time – the warden won’t notice anything.”

“And what if he comes back and finds you? What will you do then?” Jaebum demanded. “I know you want to help but I don’t want you putting yourself at risk for our sake.” He added, motioning towards Jackson at the other table. “It’s not worth it.”

“Yes it is,” you bluntly argued – almost offended that he would even dare to say such a thing. Whether he knew it or not Jaebum meant a lot to you and at this point you were willing to do anything for him. “Jaebum I told you this is the only way I’ll be able to get you out of here,” you urged.

“He’s dangerous Y/N,” the brunette snapped as he looked at you with worried eyes. “I don’t give a damn about getting out of here if it means risking your life. You’re all I have,” he admitted.

You stared at him, slowly taking in the sweet words as you weren’t expecting such an answer from him. “Jaebum-” you slowly spoke, trying to find the right words before you suddenly caught sight of Brooke in the corner of your eye. She had barely begun to walk out to the courtyard and you were glad you had spotted her so soon as she had not seen you sitting with Jaebum yet.

“She’s finally come back to courtyard duty,” you groaned before snapping out of your seat and away from Jaebum, leaving him confused at the table before he looked ahead and found Brooke too. “I’m your patient though, can’t you be seen with me? I mean we’re out where everyone can see us-” Jaebum suggested before you shook your head in response.

“Yeah but I think she suspects something more between us.” You admitted, putting emphasis as Jaebum had quickly understood you were talking about your relationship. Taking another look ahead, you saw Brooke coming further out into the courtyard and the panic began to settle in. “I have to go now,” you declared in an attempt to start running off before Jaebum grabbed your hand and stopped you.

“Promise me that you won’t go lurking around,” he stated with a troubled gaze.

You looked at him and swallowed the lump in your throat. “Alright I promise,” you assured, squeezing his hand tightly before letting go and hurriedly rushing towards the double doors before Brooke could see you.

Upon entering the building you found yourself walking down the hall and past your office and feeling guilty as you knew exactly where you heading instead as you made another turn. Before you knew it your feet had carried you to the Warden’s office and you felt your heart pound through your chest as you caught sight of him walking down the empty hallway. He had just left his office and was going in the opposite direction of you as you could see him continue further out – presumably for his usual late lunch break as he held a brown bag in his hand. Standing near the door of his office you began to have second thoughts as you remembered your promise to Jaebum just moments before.

You didn’t want to go against your word but at this moment you felt like this was your chance as you had noticed the door was beginning to lock shut and in seconds you rushed over and stopped it with your foot. The rush of adrenaline had taken over your body and your guilty thoughts were soon ridden as you could only think of your mission to find evidence and get Jaebum out of here.

Taking another glance around the empty hallway, you began to slowly creep into the room, leaving the door cracked open to hear any footsteps coming nearby. The warden’s office was large and he had a large desk filled with stacks of files and papers.

You could feel your heart began to pound as you walked further in, not knowing where to start as everything seemed so messy and cluttered. Scanning amongst the papers you found an old picture near his computer. Carefully picking it up your eyes widened as you recognized the face to in fact be Julius Swintek. The picture simple looked like a family portrait as Julius was standing with Mr. Swintek and a woman who you presumed to be his wife.

Now glancing between the faces you could see the strong resemblance between Julius and his father as they shared the same distinctive features and piercing eyes.  After looking at the picture you kept searching through the papers, desperate to find anything about BamBam and the accident before you heard footsteps outside.

Taking quiet steps, you slowly made your way back towards the door – hoping it was just a nurse passing by while you further opened the door and snuck out.

But just as you did, your eyes enlarged as you were suddenly faced with Mr. Swintek. By his posture you could tell he had been standing there for a while – almost as if he was creepily waiting to see who would come out.

A sharp gasp left your mouth as he slightly stooped down to meet your height, staring at you with red veiny eyes and a scowl across his face. “What are you doing in my office,” he darkly asked.

“I – I had just come to look for you. Your door was open and I thought you were inside but remembered you were on a lunch break.” You lied through your teeth – trying to look away from his intimidating gaze until he made a nasty growl from the depths of his lungs.

Before you knew it the warden had caught you up by the throat and slammed you against the wall with a loud banging noise. “Help!” You shrieked as you felt the back of your head harshly collide against the brick and soon you began gasping for air as the warden squeezed onto your neck tighter. Loud gasps for air left your mouth as your hands were swinging at him, trying to hit him so he could let you go before you suddenly heard Jinyoung yelling to you.

His face had gone cold as he saw what the warden was doing and in an instant he started shouting at the man, demanding to let you go as he started charging down the hallway towards you, causing the warden to look at the doctor before snapping his head back to you.

The warden’s hand squeezed onto your neck a little tighter, giving you one final ounce of pain as he said, “If I find anything missing from my office, you’ll get much worse next time.” He whispered against your ear before letting go.

As soon as he dropped you – you fell to the floor, continuously gasping for air as he went back into his office and slammed his door shut while Jinyoung ran to you, “Y/N!” He called out, running to help you up as you stayed on the ground. You felt like you were dying, trying to grasp a breath of air as wheezes and pants stemmed from your mouth instead.

Jinyoung tried helping you up until you pulled away from him. “Get away from me!” You hissed, yanking yourself away. “Y/N let me help,” he insisted, trying to help you up before you yanked your arm away again. “Come on let me take you to the nurse’s office,” he urged.

“No!” You shouted. “I can’t trust anything you say,” you snapped, struggling to stand up on your own. “You’re corrupted just like him.”

“Like who the warden?” Jinyoung asked, staring at you in shock as he stood back. “I’m nothing like him!” He tried arguing before you ignored his plead and left, stumbling down the hallway alone.  

But as you did you ran into Jaebum, who was just walking inside from the courtyard now. He had a smile when he saw you but that smile soon faded as he saw the wrecked state you were in. He started shouting to you and with a fight he broke away from the guards - rushing to you as you collapsed onto the ground before everything went black…

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