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allthingskpopcentral · 10 months

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Word of The Prey

Chapter 5 - Cruel Destiny

Warnings: Mention of blood and death, mentions of violence and injuries.

Pairing: OT7x reader, ???x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: Sorry for the little unannounced hiatus. My mental health kinda went in the shitter, so my mind was elsewhere, but hopefully, you'll enjoy this next chapter! I'm also going to be posting character inspiration boards and information about the characters as they appear.

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When you opened the door, a lifeless body laid at your feet. There was a moment of uncertainty about the poor soul dropped on your doorstep but there was a distinguishing feature that made your heart drop to your stomach. Peeking out from under the sleeve of his coat, the bold tattoos that you spent hours looking at earlier in the day were staring back at you.

You let out a small scream which alerted the rest of the boys, before anyone could say anything else, Jin grabbed his body and pulled him into the kitchen, and placed him on the kitchen table. Jungkook was still unconscious, your mind started to race, you had only seen him a few hours prior, what had happened between then and now. You are brought out of your thoughts when Yoongi grabs you by the shoulders, giving you a slight shake “_____, Jungkook needs you, I need you” he said staring into your eyes. You give your head a shake, before directing your attention to the two other boys standing over Jungkook. “Jin, I need you to grab all the blood bags you can carry, Hobi I need you to bring me my herbs and salves from the medicine cabinet” you say a little louder than you intended. Jin was gone in a flash, but there was a slight hesitation from Hobi. “Which herbs do you want ?” He questioned, your focus had shifted from Hobi to Jungkook’s form without even looking in Hobi’s direction. You just yell “All of them!”.

With the distractions gone, you place your hands onto Jungkook’s torso, feeling the broken ribs practically protruding from his body. Without even realizing you ripped the shirt from his chest placing your hand directly on his chest. You feel your own energy and power move from your body and you direct it into his. Pushing his body to heal itself.

Time seemed to have stood still. Your hands are still on Jungkook’s body, you can slowly feel his ribs shift back into place, but he is still unconscious. Jin and Hobi finally return with what you sent them for. You direct Jin to start feeding the blood bags into his mouth, pouring little bits under his tongue, rubbing his throat slightly to encourage him to swallow. Hobi carried two baskets with the mixed herbs and salves that you have collected over the years. With one hand still on Jungkook’s chest, the other rummages through the basket searching for the herbs you need. You take both hands and rip up some of the herbs and mix it with the blood that Jin is pouring into his mouth.

You rub the mixture on to all the open wounds that covered his body. You quickly realized you were running out of everything, the blood bags were almost gone, your herbs were down to the last batch, you placed both hands on Jungkook's torso and put your entire focus and energy into him. You feel your legs start to get weak but you push through the feeling, putting your weight on to the table in front of you. It wasn’t until you felt your knees buckle that you remembered there were three other people in the room with you.

You felt a light hand on your shoulder, you looked back to see Yoongi, his eyes two black orbs. You heard a low feral growl come from him as you watched him pierce his wrist with his teeth. He motioned for Jin to open his mouth and carefully allowed for three droplets to fall into his gaping mouth.

You were too busy watching Yoongi try to save your new found friend that you hadn’t noticed Hobi grabbing you by the arms and holding you up. The four of you stood in silence, hoping that it would work. Yoongi had switched spots with Hobi, now holding you when you noticed his arm was still dripping with blood. You weakly wrap your hand around his wrist and use the little remaining energy you had to close the wound on his arm. You could feel Yoongi shaking his head, no words were exchanged between the two of you and you watched Jungkook’s still lifeless body.

The four of you sit in deafening silence for what feels like eternity. No one dared to make a sound, all eyes were trained on Jungkook’s body looking for any sign of life. You could feel the tears starting to brim on your waterline, threatening to spill over the top. You felt sick to your stomach like something from inside of you was being ripped away. You had closed your eyes for a moment to gather some strength when you heard Jin yell “His hand moved!”your eyes opened and you were met with Jungkook’s gaze. He was barely conscious but he was conscious.

You moved towards Jungkook, placing your hands back on his chest, using the little remainder of energy that you held, Jungkook’s wounds were closing and you could feel his bones shifting back into place. Jungkook gave a small smile, grateful for everything you had done, that was the last thing you saw before your vision went black.

Your brain was swirling, it felt like you were falling, but the ground wasn’t getting any closer. You could feel the wind around your head and the crying of a child that made your heart ache. A crying child, wailing for someone, your head was pounding, your mind confused on what to feel. Where were you, were you dreaming? You were very confused, what was the last thing you remembered? The crying continued around you, but the wind had finally stopped.

The crying got louder as you remembered Jungkook’s lifeless body laying on your kitchen table. You remembered the heart wrenching feeling you had in your chest when he laid there lifeless. Why did you feel like that? Why is the crying getting louder, you look around trying to see anything but darkness surrounds you. You want to scream and cry and curse whoever has cursed you with this immortality.

You can feel the tears burning your cheeks, your heart felt like it was going to be ripped from your chest, when you heard the soft voice of someone familiar. “C’mon Kid, you have to wake up, the boys need you, I need you”. There was only one person who called you Kid, Yoongi. The crying started to get softer till it was barely a soft whine, darkness still surrounded you but your head had stopped pounding. A sense of relief flooded through your body, the reason you were initially unsure. Then you remembered before everything went black, Jungkook smiled, he was alright, you had managed to save him.

That is when the voice returned, “_____, wake up, you’re scaring me, please” It was Yoongi again, his voice was softer this time, his voice laced with concern. With the little energy you had, you pushed through the darkness, following Yoongi’s voice, slowly the darkness started to get lighter.

The room around you started to become clearer, you weren’t in your room as you were expecting, rather you were Yoongi’s bed.

You slowly opened your eyes, even the dim light in his bedroom was like bright beams of light. Yoongi’s eyes met yours the moment you opened your eyes, his eyes were filled with worry and his eyes were red from crying. You had known Yoongi for over two centuries and you had never seen him cry.

It was like a wave of relief broke over Yoongi, tears continued to fall down his cheeks. You raise your hand to cup his cheek, and wipe away the stray tears. You felt the upturn of his mouth as he smiled at your actions. “You scared me there Kid” he said barely above a whisper. You go to say something but your throat is dry, you swallow trying to get the words out. Yoongi passed you a glass of water, bringing it up to your lips.

You take a sip, “How’s Jungkook? Is he okay?” you questioned. Yoongi nodded, “he’s in your bed, we didn’t know where else to put him” you nodded to his words. Knowing that Jungkook is safe and no longer on death’s doorstep, you can let the emotions that had been built up for the past few hours out.

The tears started falling down your cheeks, the look of concern returned to Yoongi’s face. “Kid, what’s going on?” you both sat in silence for a moment before you told him about what you experienced when you passed out. You recalled the intensity of the crying, how it almost turned to screaming at one point. You remembered the feeling when you thought Jungkook was going to die, the feeling of your heart being ripped from your chest.

Yoongi’s face held a scowl as you continued to tell him how you felt. Before he spoke, he passed you a blood bag, forcing you to drink before continuing your conversation. You sat up and drank the blood bag, checking the date, it was fresh just yesterday it was collected. The blood brought back some of your energy but not enough to satisfy Yoongi. He pulled you onto his chest, running his hand along your back.

“Now Kid, I need you to tell me about Jungkook, and how he came to be one of us” he said as his tone turned serious. You look up at his face, resisting the urge to touch his face, you take a breath before starting to talk. “He was walking home from volleyball practice when he was drawn into the woods because he heard a baby crying, he was knocked out and woke up with a huge chunk missing from his arm and his heart no longer beating” you said, no longer able to keep Yoongi’s gaze.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as Yoongi digested the information you had just given him. The silence gave you a moment to start thinking again about how you felt when you found Jungkook on your doorstep.

“Hey, Kid, look at me, what’s on your mind” he questioned, titling your face towards him. Through tears you tell him about how you felt like your dormant heart was going to be ripped from your chest. This information piqued his interest, similar to your thoughts about the similarities between both yours and Jungkook’s turning.

You both returned to silence as Yoongi was running his fingers through your hair. The sensation was calming, your mind was still racing about the feelings you had while trying to save Jungkook. You were about to open your mouth to say something but Yoongi laid there with his eyes closed humming softly. You close your eyes, feeling yourself drift to sleep, suddenly your eyes get heavier and you realize that Yoongi was helping you sleep. Normally you would resist but tonight the help was welcomed.

The night went by and before you knew it the light was beaming through the small window in Yoongi’s basement bedroom. You opened your eyes to Yoongi’s watching your every move. There was a comfortable silence between you both, a small smile crept up your face. You were the first to break the silence “I wanted to ask you this last night but, did you find anything in the lore you were researching” you questioned, there was silence before he spoke.

“You know me and lore, I don’t like it because it’s often far from the truth,” he said, his tone flat. You nodded agreeing with his words. Part of you wanted to continue with the questions, but something was telling you not to press further.

What you didn’t know was Yoongi hadn’t been asleep. His mind was racing the entire night, replaying the words you spoke before you drifted to sleep. Yoongi had been keeping details from you, about how you came to be like him, he was terrified to tell you as he can’t risk losing you. He has also been keeping secrets from his past away from you. He can bear the thought of the look on your face if you knew that he was involved with the monsters that were killing young students before their experiments hit an immoral level.

Yoongi closes his eyes for the first time all night, his stomach filled with dread. He knows he has to tell you but now there are more pressing issues.

You looked up at Yoongi, you could tell he was deep in thought, his brow was pressed together and he was biting at his bottom lip. You aren’t sure what takes over you but you pulled yourself into his lap, grabbing his face in your hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips. You pulled away and there was a surprised look on Yoongi’s face. “What was that for” he questioned, a small smirk appeared on his face.

You smiled “Thank you for taking care of me”. You didn’t dare make eye contact with him, rather you got up and started your way towards the bathroom “I’m going to have a shower, you’re more than welcome to join me” you say throwing your t-shirt in his direction. You had barely turned around when you heard the scurry of his feet across the floor.

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mewkwota · 3 years

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I was thinking about Christopher Belmont this morning and loosely scribbled down how I think he might’ve looked when he was younger. The outfit was based on his appearance in The Adventure: Rebirth, which is (pretty obviously) derived from Richter’s classic sprite, so I took creative liberties to make it unique. I also tried to take some physical changes into account, so younger Christopher is thinner and not slouching as much (you see where Simon gets that).

Speaking of, that little thing on the side with Simon and Soleiyu was something I gave up on ages ago, but I chose to finish it now since parts of it still looked kinda nice. (His grandfather said it before, but Simon secretly likes having his hair stroked~ :D)

#I'm running out of free spaces in my sketchbook but I still draw doodle ahhh #so I'm just rummaging through everything for a spot until can get a new one #I'm too lazy (or busy) to go big on copy paper as of now #but whatever #we get more moments with simon's most-immediate ancestors ^^#I really would've drawn more christopher but there is actually no room left on that page -sob-#doodle-daas #castlevania #christopher belmont #soleiyu belmont #simon belmont

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foodieforthoughts · 3 years

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Journey through time - Part 3

Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

Warning: a little bit of angst and a lot of fluff. If you blink you might also see some smut.

A/N: Continuation to Part 2 of the photo series. Here's a link to Part 1 too. Thank you all for reading. I love you guys 😘♥️

Staying alone in Sy's house gave you an opportunity to find out more about your man. You were cleaning his study when you found a box shoved at the very back of a drawer with pictures inside. The first picture was a black and white photo of young Sy, probably in his early twenties. It looked like a candid picture, clicked by someone who must have attentively watched him while he read through some papers. As you rummaged through the box, you found a couple more candid pictures and a hand written letter addressed to Sy.

The box also contained polaroid pictures of a much older Sy. You picked up the one which looked fairly recent, maybe from only a couple of years ago. He had his signature beard, dressed in his suit with his smoldering eyes staring back at you. Behind were the words, "I count myself as extremely fortunate to have accompanied you on your big night, my love." Signed only as "M". You got the sinking gut feeling that it was from an ex-girlfriend, but what affected you more was that Sy had kept her things still.

Opening the letter and finding another picture inside, you took a moment to look at your man. You had no clue who were those people with him in the picture which only made you realise how little you knew about Sy. The letter mentioned how the person felt like they weren't a part of Sy's life anymore. "I invested too many years to be with you and yet I am here, all alone. I can't take it anymore." It read, continuing to jot down ways in which the person felt lonely while Sy was away and that is why she was deciding to break off their relationship. Your hear sank as you read it over and over again, noting how the edges of the paper was crumbled from being opened too many times. Keeping the box back in its place, you couldn't help but think back on everything that was mentioned as the silence in the big house seemed to envelope you.

You stared at your computer screen showing that you were online, waiting for the green dot to appear on Sy's image signifying that he was online on Skype too. It was your birthday tonight and before leaving, Sy had promised he would have long distance birthday dinner with you over video call. You had cooked his favorite recipe of Sloppy Joe's and got his favorite beer brand, even if you hated the taste of it. Your wait for a few minutes turned to hours with your food gone cold and beer turned warm. You looked at the screen, noting that it was past midnight now and your birthday was over. You couldn't help but cry when you shut down your computer, leaving your food on the table untouched and crawling into bed while thinking back on the letter and imagining if this is exactly how the other girl might have felt.

You sucked in a deep breath before receiving the video call from Sy. It was unexpected and unplanned, but it made your heart swell when his face appeared on the screen. Sy did not smile, he looked lost and deep in thought. Even with the awful quality of the call, you noticed the new scars on his face and how he looked like he had aged over a decade. Your talks were formal, mostly asking about how the other had been, general talk about health and wellbeing. But then you couldn't help but blurt out, "You missed my birthday." Sy sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, "I'm sorry but I had a rough week." You wanted to be understanding but the letter kept repeating its words in your mind and when you looked around, you only saw the emptiness. "But you had promised about dinner on my birthday." In an instant, Sy's voice came out like rumbling thunder. "If you want someone to be at your beck and call, maybe you should think what the hell are you doing with me. I can't be there all the time, I have a job to do here." His roaring voice came out loud from your speakers, bringing tears in your eyes. Anger and sadness mixed together and with a trembling voice, you said, "Maybe I really should think what I'm doing with you. Goodbye, Sy." You disconnected the call with painful heaviness in your heart.

Over the next weeks, you got several calls from Sy but you only spoke to him asking him about his health. The moment he would try to talk about what happened over the video call, you would change the subject. Then one day you got a video message sent to you by Sy. It was being filmed by someone else while Sy stood with a spray painted green German Shepherd. You watched as Sy instructed the dog called "Aika" to fetch a writing pad with papers stuck to it from the steps of the building and turn it around to face the camera. Sy crouched down next to Aika and the first paper read, "I'm very sorry about missing your birthday." He turned the sheet of paper over and the next one had "I'm sorry about acting like a dick the other night." When he turned the paper again, it read in bold letters, "I love you and I don't want to lose you." You felt the stinging feel of tears in your eyes as Sy came forward and spoke directly into the camera, "Dinner with me tonight? I'll make up for everything, I promise." Before the video cut, you heard men laughing in the background with someone shouting, "Captain's so whipped!" and imitating the sound of a whip slashing through the air.

That night, dinner was less about eating and more about sharing your feelings. Sy listened to how you felt about him missing your birthday, apologising profusely about it and telling you he'll make up for it when he gets back. But you felt like a bitch when he told you about his week and how he had lost two of his men during an attack on them. It was now your turn to apologize with tears in your eyes as you imagined losing Sy. You didn't want to ruin the mood but you had to ask about the box. "Who's M, Sy?" You watched as his expression had turned solemn and he had sighed heavily. "I take that you found the box? She was my girlfriend before you. We had been together since college and I won't lie, I really wanted to marry her. But, I couldn't give her the kind of life she wanted." You could hear the sadness in his voice while he spoke. "Do you still love her?" he answered in an instant, "Of course not! I love you, babe. I want no one but you. You can even throw away the box if you want, I just never got back to it and throw it away myself." He then proceeded to tell you he wanted to make you feel his love and explained what he had planned, which made you blush but reluctantly you obliged. Even with the distance of many, many miles between the two of you, you pleasured one another over the call while repeatedly professing how much you loved each other.

You had bounced on your feet nervously while watching the arriving flights displayed on the screen. Sy was coming home and your excitement knew no bounds. His tour had been extended by four more weeks which meant you hadn't seen him in person for almost half a year. But family came first so when he had asked if he could go directly to Austin to meet his folks, you hadn't objected. "What's one more week until I meet you?" You had joked although deep down you craved to be in his arms again. When newly arrived passengers started filing out through the doors, your heart drummed in your chest with anticipation. You nearly skipped a beat when Sy walked out the door with his bags, thinking about the time when many months ago you had bumped into him at this very airport, searching through the crowd for you. His bearded face broke out into a huge smile when he spotted you and you almost made a run for him, launching yourself into his arms while planting kisses all over his face. "God, I missed you so much." He said, hugging you tightly to his chest and not letting go of you for a long time.

The very next day, Sy had taken you out for dinner at the most fancy restaurant in town. You noticed how he was fidgety and nervous, looking at his watch several times. It worried you even more when for the third time that night, he excused himself and left the table. You wondered if he was sick but then were left confused when all of a sudden the speakers started playing the familiar tune of your favorite romantic song. You looked around puzzled but was taken by surprise when Sy walked to you and dropped down on one knee. With a tender smile on his lips he said, "I never knew what I really wanted from my life until I met you. Countless times I have prayed to the heavens for making you bump into me on that day. I was at the right place at the right time, for I met the most amazing and beautiful woman on this planet." You felt you heart pick up a pace knowing exactly what Sy was going to do. Fishing out a blue velvet box from his pocket and opening it to reveal a magnificent diamond ring, Sy continued, "Darlin' will you marry me and make me the luckiest man alive?" There was no hesitation in your voice when you nodded fervently and repeated "yes" several times, hugging and kissing Sy before he placed the ring on your finger while everyone around clapped for the two of you.

Continued to Part 4

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x you #captain syverson angst #captain syverson fluff #henry cavill fanfic

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sicjimin · 2 years

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how about something with namgi where they're both pregnant ans sick and trying to take care of each other??

same anon from earlier :D

a.n : hello! coming back to hand you this one .. to be honest i don't know if this story flows well TT and as always, i suck at making the ending so .. apologize .. i'm sorry as well that this took so long, hope you like it anon ~

TW : emeto, mpreg

"You're up early?", Yoongi rasps, squinting his kitten-like eyes as he spots Namjoon stepping out from their bathroom. He yawns, stretches himself a bit and slowly walks downstairs.

Namjoon hums, sniffling with his hand clutching his bump, "Yeah .. just the baby kicking me again", he huffs, letting his body falls over the couch.

Yoongi snickers, walking past him to the kitchen and starts to rummaging through the fridge for some food, huffing when his bump getting in his way to reach bread and egg that for some reason placed a little bit far deep.

"Are you up for breakfast, Joon-ah? Crackers? Tea?", he murmurs as he start heating the pan for egg and putting bread in the toast.

Namjoon whines lowly in reply, but doesn't move away from the comfortable position he's currently at. It makes Yoongi chuckle as he turns off the stove and places the plate of food on table, plopping down on one of the chair.

"I'm still feeling queasy but i already throw all of my dinner, then i should try at least, right?", Namjoon sighs as he trudge to Yoongi, sitting in front of him and mumbling a low "thank you hyung", before slowly take a bite of the sandwich.

Yoongi hums, taking a bite for him as well before speaking, "It'll get better soon.", he states softly, smiling fondly at the boy before looking around their apartment. It was quiet, another members have already gone to their schedule as usual. They have make Namjoon and Yoongi

"It seems you have a good morning hyung", Namjoon grins, "Your baby is more cooperative than mine, i'm jealous of you" Yoongi lets out a chuckle before nodding his head. His hand hovering over his bump that has become bigger as he stepped into 5 months of his pregnancy, "You know ive ended the hell of morning sickness last week, Joon-ah", he take a sip of his pregnancy milk- that Jimin has been adamant to make him drink it regularly despite how bland and nauseating it taste-"Just enjoy yours"

Namjoon groans, taking another bite and divert the conversation into his new music that he has been working ever since they both put into a time out from being in their studio, how Seokjin has been more attentive to him. Yoongi nods along to what Namjoon is saying, humming every once in a while, and enjoying the little conversation.

Until Namjoon falls silence, stopping midway from his story about his date night with Seokjin. His face contorts, as he slowly put the half eaten sandwich down, and grabbing the water in one quick motion.

"Joon?", Yoongi calls, his feet already off the chair. He knows too well that expression. "Can you move?"

Namjoon didnt answer. Too busy to breathe through the churning of his stomach. His right hand grips tightly onto the side of the coffee table, while other pressing his lips as tight, as he feels everything coming up.

"Joon?", Yoongi repeats, already move beside the younger, wrapping his hand around his shoulder and giving it a gentle rub, "Breathe ... 1 .. 2"

Namjoon inhales deeply but ends up coughing instead. And before Yoongi could react, it morph into a wet gag, splurting a mouthful of vomit into Namjoon's hands. Yoongi gasps when Namjoon almost shoves him to the side as he run into the sink, bending over it just in time for the next wave pouring up from his lips. It was thick. All of condiments of sandwich was begging to come out from his stomach.

Namjoon retches hard. The sound of thick liquid hitting the porcelain sink echo through the room.

He feels weak, and tired, and disgusting.

He gags again, before spitting up more pieces of the food inside him. A sob rips past his throat, tears prickling up from behind his eyes, but his throat was too dry and hoarse for him to let out any noise besides a pathetic whimper.

"Joon-ah, you're doing great", Yoongi encourages, holding one hand to keep Namjoon upright, while the other rubs his back lightly in soothing motions.

Namjoon shakes his head, coughing desperately to catch some air. The bile taste of vomit were bitter on his tongue. He could see Yoongi hands stretched, and then the tap running on and vomit that he had been starring was flushed down the drain.

"Done?", he hears Yoongi ask after he had been silence for a good minute. The youngers shakes his head weakly, swallowing his saliva as he didn't want to throw up more, but his stomach still churning like crazy. He wanted the vomit to stop, to ease the cramps inside his belly.

Yoongi sighed, turning on the faucet and filling the glass with cold tap water. He handed the glass to Namjoon before pushing his hair off his forehead, "Joon-ah, drink this."

It didn't take long before it all comes back up, sending the younger into another fit of vomiting, even only bile and lots of water that spraying out. Yoongi winces at each loud splash, hissing through clenched teeth as he hold Namjoon closer to his chest, trying to soothe him. He was fine with the sight, or the smell. His baby was fine—but the continuous listening to the other gagging and retching was definitely not something he'd like. His baby were not feeling well.

"Hyung..." Yoongi didnt realize how long he has been spacing out, until Namjoon tiredly turn on the faucet, and tug on his sleeves, back on his normal height. Yoongi looks up, "Better?"

The younger hums, sniffling and rubbing his face, "Yeah", he croaks out, "There's nothing that i can let out again"

Yoongi chuckles, squeezing the younger's shoulders reassuringly before walking away, "Let's get you to rest. It must been tiring"

Namjoon nodded, following Yoongi out of the kitchen, towards their bedroom. They entered it quietly, and Yoongi left Namjoon to lie down, leaving him collapsed into exhaustion. Yoongi scoots closer, mumbling to the latter to get comfortable and to rest as much as he can. After a few minutes, Namjoon falls asleep.

Yoongi stays awake until Namjoons breathing gets steady and slow, and his face looks peaceful as he slept. He sits there, watching the younger sleep peacefully for about fifteen minutes when he stands up and leave the room.

As if on queue, nausea that he had been holding back and ignore the whole time heightened. It was looming since earlier— because for some reason, he cant get out Namjoon's gagging, as well the sound of vomit repeatedly hitting the sink from his mind. And it kept repeating like a broken radio signal throughout Yoongi's whole body. He grimaced, taking a deep breath through his nose as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of plain tap water. After gulping a huge portion down, he leans against the counter, burying his head on his palms and counting his breath.

It has been so long since he felt nausea this bad. since he felt the urge to throw up this strong, like, he was making progress for the past few weeks and he didn't want to lose it again. Not now. Not at this moment. Yoongi closes his eyes. Exhaling slowly and counting the breaths until— no.

Nausea comes too fast.

One second Yoongi's stomach heave, and the next he feels water he took earlier pool up in his mouth. With shaky legs, and a pained expression on his face, he walks quickly toward the sink and empties the contents of his stomach into it. The bile and vomit mixing together, creating a sickly sweet yet foul smell, which made Yoongi feel like throwing up again.

and he did. His eyes squeezed hard, even springing some tears out as he gurgles up more liquid. It's not even water anymore that he let out. It's thicker — and by the lingering taste as it slides over his tongue, it was his breakfast. Maybe even his dinner as Yoongi just seems can't stop ; heaving wave after wave until the grey color of the sink is covered by brown substance.

Yoongi gasps when his stomach gave him a break, shakily brings his hand that has been pressed against his bump to turn on the faucet, and lets his vomit down to drain.

He almost jumps on his feet, yelps, when suddenly there's a hand on his back.

"You're sick too, hyung?"

Yoongi sniffles, "Yeah", he croaks out, not giving any more words as he can feel nausea looming up again with the foul taste on his tongue. Everything feels bland. Nauseatingly bland.

He spits the saliva that has quickly pooled in his mouth, when he sees the glass pushed to his side, "Drink this hyung, your throat must be hurt", Namjoon mumbles, and Yoongi wants to scoff at the irony.

Oh how fast the tables turn.

*No ..", Yoongi shakes his head, swallows hard when the lump of the next vomit comes around. "It will just come back up"

He could hear the younger sighs, and he just know by heart the expression that the latter might wear—a little pout and guilt in his eyes. Slight frown on his forehead as he might think about what he gonna do next.

"Just .. go back Joon-ah, or call Jin-hyung to come home", Yoongi croaks out, before he huffs and bites back a gag.

"No, i want to be here with you. I can't just leav—"

Yoongi jolts forward, bending over the sink again as vomit plops out from his lips, in one big stream that got him to hold his breath for a solid second. He could hear Namjoon gasps behind him, and his hand stop midway on Yoongi's back.

"Call Jin-hyung! and dont stay here", Yoongi bites back before more stream splash loudly against the sink—followed by a wet gag behind him, and the warmth of Namjoon's hand gone ; hurried steps of someone running, followed by the bathroom door closed and slam of toilet seat could be heard after.

Yoongi shuts his eyes, turning on the faucet once again to drain his mess, as well as draining Namjoon's retches from the bathroom.

Please remind him to scold anyone when they got home—that maybe putting 2 pregnant people /together/ in hope they taking care of each other .. is not a good idea.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!yoongi #sick!namjoon #and again another mpreg stories

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angel-riki · 3 years

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Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 2}

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

word count: 1,569

chapters: [Ch.1] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]

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You bit into your second piece of toast of the morning as your phone buzzed in your pocket. After rummaging around for a few seconds, you retrieved your phone. You smiled at the notification, it was from Jake.

Jake: "We're here :)"

You quickly typed out and sent your reply as you hurried to finish the rest of your breakfast,

Y/N: "Ok, omw!"

One huge bite of toast and a painful swallow later, you were gathering your things and scurrying out the front door. You half-jogged down your driveway until you reached the car, greeting the boys like usual,

"Good morning," you said cheerfully as you climbed into the back seat.

Heeseung had been giving you rides every morning now for a couple of weeks, it had become your daily routine. And even though you insisted that you could walk, the two boys wouldn't take no for an answer. You eventually accepted their generosity, however you still felt a bit guilty. Fortunately, this new routine had allowed you and Heeseung to grow much closer over the past weeks. Now, you considered him a friend instead of a mere acquaintance. This was a relief as you had gotten much more comfortable around him. Although, Heeseung was just good at making everybody feel comfortable. He was just so charming and kind. This made it a lot easier for you to manage your nerves, but a lot harder for you to keep your crush on him from growing.

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The bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch. Relief washed over all of the students' faces as they were freed from a horrendously boring lecture. You shared that relief as you packed up your stuff and strolled out of the classroom. You made a quick pit stop at your locker before heading down to the cafeteria.

After grabbing your food, you walked into the bustling dining space. Gosh it's so crowded, where are they? You scanned the tables until you noticed someone waving at you rather enthusiastically. Shocker, it was Jake. Heeseung was beside him, smiling and waving at you as well. You waved back before heading over to where they were sat. You set your food on the table and pulled out the chair in front of you. As you sat down, you noticed that Heeseung didn't have any food. How strange, you thought.

"Heeseung, where's your lunch?" You asked, knowing there had not been enough time for him to have already finished eating.

"Oh, I'm just not hungry today is all," he said awkwardly.

"Are you sure? You can have some of mine if you'd like," You offered.

"That's okay, thank you though," he smiled.

Something was odd about his demeanor after you brought it up, but you couldn't put your finger on it. You decided to stop interrogating him as you turned to Jake,

"How was that math test you had earlier?" You asked.

"Good! Aaand I may or may not have written down that one formula I can never remember on the inside of my hand..." he replied.

"Smart move," you giggled.

"I know," he said, grinning proudly.

You rolled your eyes as you began eating your lunch. Your school lunches were mediocre at best, but it could be worse. Another day, another stale pb&j. As you ate, the two boys started rambling about their after school plans. Apparently, there were a few other boys that they hung out with quite often. You had never met them, although Jake had mentioned them here and there. Listening to their conversation, you suddenly felt a slight sadness come over you. It wasn't that you were jealous, you were just afraid that one day they would get sick of you and leave you behind. They had other friends, but you didn't. Jake and Heeseung were all you had. You shook your head as you tried to expel the negative thoughts. Why am I getting upset over something that hasn't even happened? They would never do that anyway, you reassured yourself.

Before you knew it, lunch was over and you were running late for your next class. You were speed walking down the hall when you turned a corner and ran directly into something. Or some one, rather. You looked up to see who you had just harshly collided with. You recognized him from your english class, yet you had never spoken to him before. You realized you didn't even know his name.

"Ah, I'm really sorry!" You apologized, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

Seeing him up close like this made you wonder how you hadn't paid more attention to him. You had never noticed how handsome he was. He had a very sharp jawline and thick black hair that dangled just above his eyes. You also noticed there was a beauty mark on the side of his nose. Wow, his nose is like, perfect.

"It's alright. It's not every day that I run into a cute girl," he replied coolly.

You thought you were flustered before? Well now you were REALLY flustered. You opened your mouth to respond but before you could speak, he cut you off,

"Your lip is bleeding," he said, his face suddenly full of concern. His skin seemed to be growing paler.

"Oh, I didn't notice," you said, reaching up to wipe your mouth. You must have slightly busted your lip when you ran into him. You looked down and noticed a little trail of blood on the back of your hand. Thankfully, it was only a small amount so you weren't too worried. You looked back up at the boy and you noticed he was staring at your mouth rather intensely, almost as if he was in a trance.

"Uh...well I better get to class. Sorry, again." You apologized one last time before hurrying off down the hall.

Weird.

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Your class seemed to go by faster than usual today. Maybe it was because you ended up being almost 10 minutes late after your little incident in the hallway. Or maybe, it was because you couldn't stop thinking about that strange boy. Either way, you were relieved that class was over. However, that relief quickly left you once you realized what your next class was; English. You really didn't want to see that boy again after your previous meeting. You were still quite embarrassed and his reaction just made you even more uncomfortable. You sighed as you reluctantly accepted the inevitable.

Once you were seated at your usual spot, you pulled out your notebook and a pencil. You scanned over yesterday's notes as your teacher began the lesson. Everything was fine for a bit, until you began feeling eyes on you. Maybe you were just paranoid, but you could've sworn you saw that boy from earlier staring at you every so often. You attempted to pay attention to the lesson, but you couldn't. He was making you incredibly on edge. You put your head down in frustration. God, can't this day just end?

*****

You tapped your temple with the end of your pencil as you tried to make sense of your chemistry textbook. Although you were reading the words on the page, you weren't absorbing or internalizing any of it. You sighed and defeatedly closed your textbook as you decided to call it a night. You had been at the library studying for hours, you hadn't even noticed how dark it had gotten outside. You packed up your belongings and threw on your coat and scarf before heading out of the library. A shiver passed through your body as you entered the cold evening air. You began walking at a faster pace than usual, trying to get back to some warmth as soon as possible.

After a couple of minutes of walking, you could feel your cheeks stinging and you could see your breath in front of you. I need to get home faster, I'm freezing. You thought while looking around for a shortcut. You found a path down the edge of the forest that seemed to be the quickest route home. You sighed as you hurried down the deserted trail. As you continued on your way, you started to get an eerie feeling. Perhaps it was just the setting you were in, but you were considerably creeped out. You never liked walking alone at night, I mean, who does? Suddenly, as if on cue, you heard something behind you. You whipped your head around as you scanned the area for any potential danger. You didn't see anything but you could've sworn you heard another set of footsteps following close behind you. Maybe you were just being paranoid again. You turned back around, sufficiently scared at this point as you anxiously jogged the rest of the way. You sighed with relief as you made it to your house safely. You opened the front door and locked it behind you, not daring to look back out into the night. After shaking off your uneasiness, you headed upstairs and changed into your fuzziest pajamas before crawling into your warm bed. You quickly melted into the soft blankets as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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Ooooh, spooky ending! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter which was full of foreshadowing ;). I know it's taking a while to get all the boys introduced but I promise it'll happen soon! Thank you for reading! I’m also uploading this series on wattpad if you’d like to support it over there!

~Elle <3

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julyarchives · 3 years

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Among Flowers || (M)

If you had to pick a favorite place on earth, it would be your boyfriend’s flower shop. A new relationship can come with a few insecurities, but nothing that would be a problem for you and Hyunggu

→ Pairing: Hyunggu (Kino) x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut and fluff.

→ Words: 1.7K

→ Contains: fresh established relationship; florist!Kino; sentimental smut.

→ A/n: Thank you for the sweet anon who left us this request, soft kino is everything <3 We had a great time writing this story, so we hope you guys like it!

If you had to pick a favorite place on earth, it would be your boyfriend’s flower shop. It was a small business, but for you, it was heaven on earth. Hyunggu always put so much passion into his work, always treated every client with attention and kindness, you could simply watch him work all day long and not get tired. You two have been dating for just a little longer than a couple of months and yet you already loved to visit him at work.

That’s why you were excited when he asked if you could help close up the shop - which was just an excuse to spend time together, and you both knew that very well.

As soon as you stepped in, the flowery smells that invaded your nostrils brought a smile to your face, which mirrored the pink-haired boy’s when he saw you coming in.

“Hey, there, beautiful” He stepped out of the counter and hugged your waist, kissing your cheek.

"Hello" you answered shyly, your hands immediately went to hold yourself against his shoulders, this type of action already very familiar.

What you still didn't get used to is eye contact. Kino looked at you always so dearly, deep into your eyes, and every time it happened butterflies danced around your stomach. He always makes you feel special, just by looking at you the way he does.

Closing up was a quick task, so not 10 minutes later you two were just hanging out around the flowers.

"These daisies are new" you pointed at the vases filled with beautiful white blooming flowers, and you were always curious for him to tell you more about his plants, which he does very passionately every time. "They weren't here last week"

'They are Shasta daisies, they are just in season now, so you'll see them around a lot." He explained

"That's good, they are so pretty" you watched the delicate petals closely, holding yourself back to not touch them.

"You think so?" He asked amusedly "they are my favorites."

You looked at him, who had the sweetest smile on his face.

"You have an amazing taste. You're the best florist I've ever met" you praised him, followed by a peck on his lips.

He stared at you again, putting a strand of hair behind your ears, always so tenderly.

"You're too good for me." He whispered and kissed you again.

You couldn't help but smile, the feeling of being cherished overwhelmed you.

The night was pleasant, Hyunggu ordered food and you two had a nice simple dinner in the back room, the best part was just being able to enjoy each other's company.

"So, I have something to tell you. " he said, scratching the back of his head nervously.

"What is it?' You tilted your head in curiosity

"I've had this planned for myself for a long time, but I don't know how you'll feel about it."

You heard him patiently, waiting just to see what was his point, a little bit nervous yourself for not knowing when to expect.

"That's why I called you here, actually, to show it to you in person. I understand if that's not something you approve and it's a deal-breaker, but-"

"Baby" you interrupted "I highly doubt anything about you is a deal-breaker, so just quit making me curious, and please show me" you said jokingly.

"Okay," he chuckled "but please be honest about it, ok?"

You nodded. You watched him carefully pull up the sleeve of his button-up shirt, exposing a few freshly done tattoos, probably done earlier that day, or maybe the day before.

You could see daisies, just like the ones you pointed earlier, and the word "florist".

"Oh my God' your eyes widened, not expecting that at all "they are beautiful!'

Hyunggu exhale loudly

'Thank god, I was so scared you weren't gonna like it"

"Of course I like it, they are so perfect for you!" You giggled, finding his concern rather endearing. "The way you said sounded like you were going to tell me you're a drug dealer or something"

His loud laugh filled the room

"I just love your creativity" he said, embracing you again, his arms strongly wrapped around your waist

"I told you, nothing about you could be a deal-breaker, you're too good." You reassured him, gently cupping his face and caressing his cheek with your thumb

"I'm so lucky that I've found you" he leaned and pressed your foreheads together, just basking in your presence.

You tiptoed, pushing yourself closer to him, and planted a kiss on his lips, to which he hummed in satisfaction. He deepened the kiss with sure in his movements, pulling you closer against him and flushing your chests together.

without breaking the contact, Hyunggu backed you up until you reached the table where he makes the arrangements, where you let him help you sit on, gaining height advantage towards him. Your hands rummaged through his hair while he grabbed your thighs with want.

"Are you sure this is a good place for that?" You broke the kiss, chest already rising up and down fast from the heated action. "Don't wanna break anything in here"

"It's fine, baby" he trailed open mouth kisses down your neck, and you quickly forgot any worry.

Taking the chance, you took off his shirt, and his hands started exploring under yours, breaking the kiss just to take it off of you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, nibbling your earlobe, "so good to me"

"Hyunggu" his name rolled out of your tongue with a small whimper as his hands squeezed your breasts.

Your hands traveled down his back, cupping his ass, pulling him closer as you rolled your hips against his. Hyunggu skillfully unhooked your bra and was quick to remove it, now catching your nipple in between his lips, swirling his tongue around it.

The touches were now more urgent, both of you not having enough of each other, and you grabbed his semi-hard member under his jeans, palming it gently and teasingly. He hissed against your skin, gripping harder the other breast and showing you he was enjoying it.

You laid your back against the table, and Hyunggu pulled down both your pants and his' after fishing a condom out of his pocket.

"I just hope we don't break your table" you giggled, watching him pump himself before unrolling the rubber down his member

"It wouldn't be the worst" he opened a smirk full of mischief

Hyunggu climbed up the table and positioned himself on top of you, gasping when he finally entered you. He kissed you tenderly, letting you adjust to his size with patience. When you were finally ready you bucked your hips, and the sounds of pleasure that he let out against your lips was the hottest sound you have ever heard.

He finally started moving, bodies flushed together and his forehead rested against yours, and you hooked your legs around his hips, allowing him to go deeper inside you.

Watching him as he supported his body up, looking so sexy, biting his lips and moaning loud enough just for you was a show itself.

You reached your hand to his face, touching his soft cheeks, and he turned it to kiss your palm. He looked at you, the way only he did like he was worshipping you, like there was never going to be someone else he would look the same, and you knew that you could trust the sincerity you saw in it. You were in love with him and that was that.

It was then that Hyunggu angled his hips just right, hitting the perfect spot inside you, and the loud moan that escaped you was your tell. He smirked at the reactions he was getting from you. You touched your clit to help build up your pleasure and by now you were a whimpering mess.

"I'm so close, Hyunggu." You cried, clenching yourself around him

"Let go, baby. Let me see how good you look when I make you cum." His voice came out husky and seductive, pushing your right buttons.

You grabbed his nape, curling your fingers around his hair, and soon you were exploding with jolts of pleasure, noises now uncontrollably leaving you, all you could focus on was him and how good he made you feel. You clenched harder, bringing him to his edge as well, riding it off as he pleased.

He collapsed next to you and you two just spent time cuddling up to each other and kissing in silence. After a while, you two just pulled yourselves back together and cleaned around a little, getting rid of any traces of what happened, since it was still a shop and he had to open it in the morning, but in the end, you two just went back to cuddling like you were before, neither one of you rushing to leave.

"There are some flower petals on your hair" Hyunggu giggled.

You leaned your head on his chest and you realized that you could see his tattoo really close to your face as he picked your hair around for loose petals.

When he rested his arm on his stomach, you couldn't help but reach a finger and trace the flower design around.

"I can't believe you thought I'd break up with you because of a tattoo" you chuckled

"I just don't want to lose you ever." he said before kissing the top of your head.

You were surprised by his confession. The relationship was so new to you, but what you felt for him was so strong, and his words gave you the reassurance that he felt the same.

Being in silence, just the two of you, surrounded by the smell of earth, wood, and flowers - and his perfume - you've never been so sure about your feelings before like you are right now.

'Hyunggu, I…" you choked on the words, thinking again that it might be a bad idea and scare him off.

But he knew what you wanted to say. He knew because inside of him it was the same butterflies dancing around every time he looked at you. He caressed your hair to comfort you.

"Me too, Y/N." He whispered against your lips after softly kissing it.

Feeling grateful that you two could always understand each other beyond words, you were showered with comfort and happiness that you were lucky enough to have found love 2 months ago when you stepped into the most beautiful flower shop you've ever seen, not having a clue that it held for you the most precious person in your life.

#ksmutclub #kino #hyunggu #smut #pentagon #pentagon smut #kino x reader #hyunggu x reader #kino smut #hyunggu smut #pentagon fanfic #pentagon scenarios #pentagon imagines #pentagon kpop #kpop imagine #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios

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jabberjawjade · 3 years

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Oh sorry I thought it was the same as for your main 😐🤭 but In letters A F G I J K M N O V Y Z (the ones that inspire you the most tho) -Sarah

it's okay!! i don't take requests on this account, but this will be the only exception {you should feel special lol} since i haven't seen this for howie and you requested let's get to it: 18+ only, minors dni

p.s.: i included some other letters in here and well ... i hope you like it 🌸

A: again

Like I said before, I'm convinced he's a baby virgin/beginner level 1 at sex {same 💀 ANYWAYS} he'd prob be more comfortable receiving in the beginning, especially if you're trying diff positions. I can imagine when you take him in and start thrusting he feels a budding orgasm already. He just whimpers and says "again" with what energy he does have left while holding onto you.

F: face

Omg, he's so pretty. His cheeks have been pink since foreplay and as you go on they turn a deep shade of red. His hair is a little sweaty and messy from you pulling on it and rummaging your fingers through it. His lips are wet {from what, i'll leave that to your imagination} but they're plump and pink, begging for more attention. His eyes are so many things but most of all, beautiful. They're filled with this passion and hunger. You could be doing the most vile thing and they'd still look so kind. Him doing the ahegao face {minus the tongue out though bc i can't see that}.

H: hands + hair

All over you. Wherever he can reach: your hands, hips, ass. It doesn't matter. He loves to caress your thighs though. Second favorite spot would prob be your chest or butt. Bc his hands are so big he loves to fondle with your boobs or just run his hand over the curve of your ass. Also, loves it when you run your hands over his body. He's pretty buff and I know he's got a nice ass so gimme those cheeks 🍑🤲🏾 Prob intertwines his fingers with yours if he can. Def holds your hands after you two are done, such a cuddle bug 💕 In terms of hair, I don't think he would care if you shaved or not. He'd prob tell you it was your body and that he loves you "no matter what you look like". He would ask you though if you wanted him to shave bc he's so considerate.

K: kiss

Loves to kiss you after one of you cums or has an orgasm. It's messy. There's tongue and drool. Sometimes he'll get his timing wrong and kiss you while he's still orgasming or cumming. You'll feel him moan in your mouth, then he'll bury his head in the crook of your neck and say your name until he's finished.

M: messy + markings

You're most likely his first everything 🥺 which is so cute. He doesn't have much experience so he doesn't really know what his body can do: like how much cum he has and how it can drip out of your hole if it's too much. Forget the towel, you might as well wash the sheets. I don't see him as a biter but he loves to be bitten or maybe not bc of the whole zombie apocalypse ... maybe leave a hickey instead lol. You'd prob have markings on you though from how tight he grips your hips. He'd kiss them afterward and prob rub lotion or smthn on them.

N: nicknames

Okay, this was a last minute add on but if you named his dick 👀 since he's an aspiring actor though imagine naming it after a movie or an actor. When you two are out and one of you is really horny you just say "Have you seen the new DiCaprio movie?" or "We should watch Training Day or Seven Pounds?" Wait, what if it was nicknamed Seven Pounds bc it's seven inches.. I'm gonna stop now 😂

** i thought it was really cool that howie wanted to be like denzel washington bc 1. representation and 2. he is also very handsome :)

V: vocal

He's prob quiet at first bc he doesn't wanna be too loud. He prob got that habit from masturbating too, like he was always quiet bc he didn't want anyone to hear him. But after a while, he just can't hold back and he is very vocal. I don't think he'd be so loud where others could hear you but he'd def make noises for sure. Between moaning, groaning, chanting your name, and cussing 🤧 yeah.. ooh and I know the devs paint him as a clean cut kinda guy but he would have a sailor's mouth during sex. A lot of "ahh, fuck" and "shit i'm gon- fuck," as he continues to thrust into you. Most likely he would do certain things without knowing it, like body worshipping "you feel so good (y/n)".

p.p.s: this was hot i was already kinda horny but shiiiiiitt

#howie yan smut #fictif roadkill #roadkill howie #fictif howie headcanons #howie yan #jade's juice #jade's journal

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Brave Girl (J.JK x Reader) ☁️💜🎀🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. Med student!Namjoon)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Good Girl!AU

Warnings: Heavy angst, traffic accident, injury, hospital, Jungkook is panicking, MC gets hurt, Koo is just lost and hates hospitals :(, Namjoon being the hero he was born to be, fluffy and dramatic smut, overstimulation, mild DDLG themes, protected sex because we wrap it up in this household smh

Summary: you were supposed to be home at 6 to help Jungkook devour the feast that is the freshly baked pizza he’d made to welcome you back from your trip to your parents, yet when the clock strikes 9 you’re still not home. Just when Jungkook is about to call you since you didn’t react to his texts, he receives a call from you; and he swore his heart stopped beating. Loosing you had never been a thought in his head until now, but he might just gotten closer to this reality than he ever imagined being. And he hated it.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl

"Alright, do we have everything now?" Jungkook asked, helping you place your pastel pink travel bag into his car, careful not to scratch all of the sparkling and colorful stickers on it. They looked a bit worn already, but you always felt a bit upset if there was another scratch to a prized posession such as your sticker-collection- yet when Jungkook told you not to put any more on your bag, you began to pout as well. You asked with a simple nod, already excited to meet your parents again after a long time apart. Jungkook offered to drive you to the bus station, not being able to bring you there entirely because he, quote unquote, 'didn't feel ready yet'. Many would've felt offended by that, but you knew not to read too much into it when it came to him- there were a lot of things for him that were still new, and his love was strong enough for you not to question it. You were both growing comfortable at your own pace, and that was enough for now.

Your parents had understood as well, even though your father had been a little more skeptic than the rest of your family; but he'd always been a little overprotective, so it didn't surprise you at all. While you were driving home, knees against the seat in front of you, you rummaged through your small backpack, taking out a small pack of gummi bears Jungkook had packed inside. He'd been so careful with everything, insisting on buying you this specific backpack because 'it's so soft, you can use it as a pillow inside the bus so you sleep better'. Maybe you were slowly making him soft as well? You were glad however that he had packed your headache medication in as well, long rides sadly having this effect on you sometimes.

Ever since you were a kid, you've always felt safe within public transport. You've been taking the bus and train to school for years, never truly thinking about the danger it could hold. Even now, with the pouring rain outside, you felt calm. Something that would change soon.

For now however, you just noticed how the jacket of the young man next to you slowly slipped off of his lap. He was asleep, you at least thought so, but you couldn't help but reach for the jacket before it could truly fall down onto the slightly muddy floor, your own shoes slightly at fault since it was quite muddy outside before you came in and sat down. "Ah, thanks-" He suddenly said, making your eyes widen at noticing how he only head headphones in. Maybe he hadn't been asleep after all?

"No problem" You said, putting your feet underneath your butt after having taken off your shoes. Your boyfriends' advice had proven to be quite nice after all, putting on comfortable loungewear such as your soft sweatpants and a large white shirt of Jungkooks collection (he had packed it in actually) were slowly proving to be way better than your typical attire. The guy next to you- Namjoon you'd found out on your first ride, having been seated next to him as well- looked quite casual as well. Instead of his more formal clothing he'd worn the first time you had talked to him he had switched to simply jeans and a loose sweater, something that made him seem a lot younger. "Listening to a podcast again?" You casually asked him, and he smiled, taking out one of his headphones.

"No, just music this time. That whole trip kind of drained me if I'm being honest." He explained, crossing his legs before conversing further. "What about you? Had fun with your family?" He said, genuinely interested it seemed. It was rare to find someone as honest as him. At first, you had been a bit careful, knowing that men usually had intentions that differed from what they were actually saying, but Namjoon had been just as friendly as before when you had told him about Jungkook. He just said that he seemed like a nice guy, nothing more to it, and still talked to you just the same.

You nodded your head at his question. "I was kind of sad when I had to leave again, but I also can't wait to come back home!" Excitedly you wiggled around a little, before you found a good position in your seat that didn't make your legs sleep in from being bend so much Namjoon smiled at you.

"I bet. I can't wait to fall into my own bed again as well." He said, before the bus swayed a bit, making you hold onto your belongings to keep them from falling down. Namjoon leaned into the middle a bit, to look at the front window and the driver. "Jesus, he's been driving like this for a few minutes now." He mumbled, making you a bit nervous. He was a very observant person from what you'd gathered until now, your first interaction had been him asking you about your headache even though you were sure it hadn't been too noticable. He was a med student however, top of his class he'd told you, so he probably had a third eye for things like that. "Hopefully they'll change drivers soon. He seems tired." He said, and gave you a reassuring smile. "It's gonna be fine-" He said, before the bus swayed again, this time however, pushing you against the front seat from the force. Seconds later the direction changed drastically, windows shattered, and the only thing you felt when you were able to gather your thoughts again was how cold it was.

The wet ground was slowly seeping into your clothes, the weird feeling of muddy grass underneath your hands as you pulled yourself into a sitting position foreign. One of the first things you were noticing was the incredibly high pitched ringing in your ears, sounds muffled as if someone was holding their hands over them. Things were blurry, lights passing by, and something was moving in front of you. For some reason however, you were only having one thought. Jungkook. He'd know what to do. But where was your phone?

You slowly got up, yelping in pain when your knee gave out and made you fall back down again, scratching the palms of your hands open on some random branches and.. glass? Suddenly you remembered the bus, Namjoon talking to you, and then- it was as if someone skipped a video you haven't seen before, an entire fragment missing completely. You crawled out of the bushes and onto the pavement when you spotted your wet and dirty backpack, your things and several unknown items of other passengers scattered everywhere on the street. And there, just a small distance from you was you phone- the hello kitty charm ripped off and probably lost forever. The screen was an absolute mess, yet it was still working when you reached it, unlocking it with your passcode because your fingerprint scanner was a definite goner for sure. Your headache was killing you at this point, your nose running from the cold, and your mouth had a metallic and bitter taste. It started to ring. One time. Two times. A voice.

"Creepy, I was just about to text you princess. Are you close to the station yet?" He asked, you could hear the TV faintly in the background, then a little movement, his earring clattering against his plastic case he had around his phone, something that still didn't help him with his curse of breaking his screen in record time. "Hey, you there?" He said chuckling, when you eventually answered him. "Hm?" He said, suddenly furrowing his brows invisibly for you on the other side of town, ceasing his movements and instead getting up to grab the remote, silencing the TV. He could hear faint talking on your side, yet it didn't seem like casual chatter, but frantic.. almost as if someone was panicking in the background.

"I said uhm-" You started, swallowing the weird taste before looking around, noticing no movement, but someone began to shout a name, another one softly wheeping, noises increasing with every passing minute. You could faintly spot headlights behind the bus, someone driving past had noticed, and people suddenly stood at the sides. But your vision hadn't cleared yet, so maybe you just couldn't see. "I think- I think we had an accident 'Koo, I-" You said, suddenly chocking a little on the fluid in your throat, coughing to get things under control and your voice back. The mention of an accident, the way you spoke, and the cliche noise of you coughing made him get up immediately, frantically running to his jacket, reaching for his car keys. You always told him how funny it was to you how he always told everyone how organized he was, yet always loosing his car keys. Right now he wished you would make fun of him, he wished you would just say sike and reveal your joke, yet deep down he knew you would never joke about something like this.

“It’s okay baby, you’re gonna be okay, where are you?” He stresses, trying yet failing to keep his own demeanor calm over the phone. You answer him that you don’t know, and he just feels the confusion radiating off of you. Something was terribly wrong, he could feel it deep inside his veins by the way you seemed to be unable to catch an actual thought. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, even though he fears the answer you might give him.

“I..don’t know? My head hurts.. I- Jungkook I think I’m bleeding, what do I do?” You stress, and feel your own panic rising in your throat, making your eyes water and nose burn. You wished you could just tell Jungkook where the hell you were but you didn’t know, streets completely strange to your eyes, shifting around like a fever dream, as if you’d never seen them before. “Kookie, ‘m scared.. I wanna sleep-“ you began to mumble, less and less conscious, your head beginning to rest on the cold ground, the bus now beginning to shift out of focus. There we’re a few people walking around and you wanted to wave, to tell them you’re here, but one of them who you recognized faintly as the guy who’d been sitting next to you during the ride noticed you anyways.

Jungkook started to panic on the other end of the line, desperately trying to pin your phones location. “No no no baby, you’re so brave, you’re such a brave girl, don’t sleep in on me right now okay?” He pleaded, growing more and more anxious the less you answered him. “Baby? Don’t stop talking to me now please.!” He said, trying to get an answer out of you. But the only thing he could hear was the soft white noise, no trace of your voice whatsoever. “Baby? Please-“ he said, eyes watering out of frustration as he noticed the sudden commotion outside, cars suddenly driving out of his nearest police station, sirens loud and clear. “Please, y/n, talk, say anything!” He begged, voice choked with unshed tears, throat closing up.

“Hello?” A stranger answered.

“Who are you? What happened to y/n? Is she okay? I-“ he tried to rush his questions as if that’d get him the answers faster.

“She’s- uh- I don’t know, the bus just suddenly lost control and she- I think she’s still breathing but uhm- look, we’re at, uh-“ Jungkook wasn’t listening after he’d gotten the information he so desperately craved. He knew where you were. He’d get to you. He needed to get to you. And for the first time ever, Jungkook actually started to pray.

He finally found his car keys, ripping the door open to close it with a loud bang behind him, TV running but long forgotten. His stubborn car door didn't open instantly, making him almost growl in anger at it, eyes watering again when he remembered how you always told him to just get it fixed instead of buying a new one. You always had this idea of things having a soul anyways, so you always told him he needed to be nice to his car, or it would be upset. Right now he was not fit to drive. He did it anyways.

He groaned at every red light, hating how he couldn't just run them over because your absolutely stupid voice kept ringing in his ear to drive safely, he hated it right now, so so much, he could've screamed at nothing right now at how enraged he was. Why didn't he just fucking jump over his own shadow and drive you to your parents? None of this would be a thing if he would just finally man up instead of cowering all the time, simply believing that his time with you was endless. He knew it wasn't. He knew one day you two would pass. But that was supposed to be when you both were old and wrinkly, when you both had kids and grandkids, when both of you had enough stupid and disgustingly sweet stories to be able to make them gag at how he would still call you his most beautiful girl. This wasn't happening. He was going to make sure of it.

He reached the destination a little too far away, cars already stopping traffic, people on the side, watching, and he felt agitated again. He decided to simply turn his steering wheel, half-hazardly parking his car almost in the bushes next to the road, before opening the door with his key and phone in hand, closing his car door way too harsh as he could hear something crack, but his legs were already making him run at the fastest pace he had ever before. His hair and clothes, the black zip hoodie he had thrown over his grey shirt were growing damp from the mild rain coming down, yet he didn't care. He had his hood up, before it slipped down, his hands pushing past people, the need to insult them for staring and taking pictures instead of actually helping strong inside his veins, yet he simply portrayed his distaste at his not so gentle shoving to get past them.

Somehow he had apparently arrived before police or the ambulance had, because there was no one there yet. "Y/N!" He yelled, his voice frantic and almost unrecognizable, even to his own ears. He could spot people laying around, some helping others, and some simply waiting for help as he searched for your figure among them. He saw some of your stuff, the travel bag you had, now wet and scratched, your backpack, thrown on the street and some small items he could recognize as yours such as the formerly white bunny jacket he had bought you before you went on this trip. "Y/N!" He yelled again, and got someones attention a bit off the side near the woodside next to the road. "Oh no-" He whispered under his breath when he could see the guy leaning a bit over you, your head on the ground below, soft socks a darker shade than usual from the moisture they had picked up by now. You were laying on your side, the young man pushing a flannel shirt against your hip. He ran straight towards you, reaching out to grab you, just to have the stranger grab his hands instead, pushing at his chest. "What the fuck-?!" He exclaimed, ready to burst.

"We don't know how serious her injuries are at the moment. If you move her you could make the damage worse." He said, serious. "It's better to leave her like this, and wait for the ambulance." He said, unable to make the younger ones angry and frustrated face calm down, but he listened anyways, knowing deep down that he was right. "Kim Namjoon by the way, Medical student- trust me, I know what I'm doing okay?" He refrained from telling the younger one that you would be okay, having sworn to himself when he started as a med student to never give out false hope. Jungkook nodded, tears finally falling as he swallowed hard, simply running his hand over your hair, trying to give you reassurance- or maybe he tried to reassure himself that you were still there. Maybe even both.

When the ambulance arrived, you slowly gained a little more consciousness again, hand grabbing at nothing. "..'Koo?" You said, unsure if he was really there or if the smell of his bodywash on the shirt you were making was playing tricks on you. He gasped, leaning down, his other hand running over your bare arm softly as to warm you up.

"I'm here, I'm here baby, you're okay." He said, this time saying these words to reassure himself purely. Namjoon noticed you shivering after Jungkook did, and he instantly took off his jacket, even though it was thin, simply to cover you up. Namjoon yelled for the ambulance to notice them, and both of the guys breathed a sigh of relief when they were running over towards you three.

However, now Jungkook had to face another fear, apart from still possibly loosing you. He hated hospitals. Not in the quirky kind of 'ugh I hate the smell of disinfectant' kind of way, the kind of 'I rather cast my broken wrist with duct tape and wooden icecream sticks just to not have to go near this place' kind of way. When he was asked if he would like to ride with you his terrified eyes looked at Namjoon, the answer he gave an unsure, yet clear nod. He had to be strong right now. You needed him right now, more than ever.

Inside the ambulance, he didn't let go of your hand. You had a hard time answering questions, so Jungkook had to step in now. He kept his eyes on your face, trying to blend out the equipment around you two to not get riled up. Someone had to be there a hundred percent. The nurse noticed pretty quickly, laying a hand on his shoulder to hopefully calm him down. "She's stable right now, okay? We'll wheel her in as soon as we reach the hospital, someone will ask you for her information since we couldn't find her ID or anything on the scene, alright?" He asked, and he nodded, clearing his throat before he resumed watching you breathe. He would've never guessed how happy he would feel just to see such a small thing from you.

A hot cup nudged his hands that were over his head, and he slowly looked up, surprised to see Taehyung of all people in front of him, his newly red hair in complete dissarray as well as his clothes. He looked like Jungkook felt if he was being honest. "Tae?" He asked, voice rough while taking the cup from his friend. His friend simply shrugged, before He sat down next to him, eyes red. "What-" He started, but Taehyung leaned back, speaking quitely, oddly calm, considering his usually loud personality.

"I-" He started, before he seemed to think a bit about how to phrase his next words. "Someone I know was on the same bus." He said. "I heard you talk to the nurse at the counter." He explained when Jungkooks brows furrowed in confusion. "They've managed to stabalize her, but she'll need surgery tonight." He said, and Jungkook wanted to ask who the person was- yet he refrained from doing so. Him and Taehyung were close, sure, but exactly that was what made him stay quiet about it. He knew when it was okay to ask, and when to just shut up. And right now, he simply nodded at him.

"So we're both gonna have a sleepover here?" He asked grimly, pathetically trying to lift the mood. Taehyung just nodded.

When you woke up, it wasn't like it was usually displayed in movies or cheesy novels. It wasn't a slow, gentle breeze from your window, or the way your boyfriend spoke next to you. No, it was actually absolutely silent, except the constant beeping next to you. You actually woke up way faster than you hoped for, your eyes opening like you've just got ripped out of a dream where you fall downstairs or something alike. You heard Jungkook groan sleepily, before he eventually moved his head a little, turning so you could see how exhausted he looked. His eyelashes looked damp, tiny hairs bound together into little groups as he sniffled, head on your hand, open palm holding his cheek as if he needed to feel you even in his dreams. The sight calmed you down.

The change of heartbeat and pulse made the machine next to you switch sounds, and soon you heard the door open, a friendly nurse walking in, smile on her face as her gaze found Jungkook still in the same position as hours before, unbeknownst to you. "How are you feeling, miss?" She softly said, quiet as to not wake the young man who had been switching between crying, watching, or sleeping next to you for the past days. You swallowed, mouth dry, and nodded towards the empty coffee cups next to you on the small bedside table. "I'll get you some water okay? Welcome back miss. I'll just check your vitals for a second." She said, and you nodded at that. Checking the machines and you, she walked out, leaving the door open so you could hear a bit of what was going on in the hallways. Footsteps and sometimes the tune of someones phone going off, random words you were too tired still to understand, and an elevator. Jungkook stirred next to you, opening his eyes after taking a deep breath, yawning before his eyes found yours.

It took him amusingly a couple of seconds before he shot up, immediately coughing from having inhaled his own saliva. You laughed at that, flinching a bit when it made your body ache, before taking him in. He looked horrible, hair a mess, eyes red and skin a bit pale, yet he smiled brighter than he did back when you bought him the new destiny 2 game for his playstation as a surprise. His eyes glistened, suddenly getting a sparkle to them before his lip started to quiver. He dropped his head on your shoulder, silently crying, but this time, he cried from relief. From happiness. From just how much he loved the world right now for giving him more time with you, for giving him a chance to be the embarrassing father and naggy grandpa he always wanted to be someday. Your arm bend and your hand ran through his hair, not minding the long unkempt locks one bit.

The nurse came back in, smiling brightly with a tall doctor in tow, who had a friendly face as well. "Good to have you back miss. How are we feeling?" He said, trying not to grin at Jungkook, who had yelled at the man several times when he'd tried to tell him to go home and rest. You were oblivious to this obviously. Jungkook raised his head a little, using his flannel sleeve to dry his tears, clearing his throat to at least try to look like he got his shit together.

"Uhm, I feel like I had to take my fitnessgram pacer test again, plus a bit more muscle pain in my hip?" You said, making the man chuckle.

"That's completely understandable considering you flew quite a distance miss. We were quite surprised that you were fine breathing on your own, considering everything. You're quite lucky; but we're gonna keep you under surveillance until friday. Your bodyguard can take you home after 12 whenever he likes." He said with a smirk in Jungkook's direction, the one spoken of growing a bit red on the tips of his ears. The doctor leaves after asking you general questions such as, if you knew the current year, your address, and your personal information such as your birthday.

The nurse left the cup of water and a straw on the small table. "I'll let you both catch up. Please make sure she drinks the whole cup, but only a couple of sips at a time alright?" She said to your boyfriend, who nodded, having calmed down a little by now. He moved, his hand a bit shaky as he ripped the top of the papercover of the straw off, before taking the plastic drinking help out of its minimalistic packaging. He put it inside the cup after bending it a bit, before he moved to you, helping you with outmost care to sit up a little. You winced a bit when you tried to move too fast, and Jungkooks face got a little more serious at this. You began to pout at him.

"What?" He said, voice still a bit rough from the lack of using- and the simultaneous shouting everytime he'd opened his mouth these days. He sighed. "Come on, you heard the nurse- you gotta drink." He said, but you stubbornly moved your head to the side, sideeying him. His brow raised in a questioning matter, before he noticed your posture. You had your arms in front of you in a hugging manner, and he suddenly realized how his behaviour must've looked for you. "I'm sorry princess I just.." He said, putting the cup down and running a hand through his hair. "I just.. I was so terrified when I saw you there-" He said, having to swallow hard again so he didn't end up crying again. God, what was it with him again? "Why didn't you call an ambulance? Why did you call me instead?" He asked, a bit of whine to it. You shrugged, deflating a bit in your position leaned up against the pillows.

"You were.. dunno, the first one I thought of." You explained. In Hindsight it had been a bit dumb, why did you call him as if he could magically appear in that second to make everything better, but somehow your brain made that story into a real possibility. "You always make everything better, and you know.. you always know what to do so.." You said, and Jungkook breathed out in a sight.

He leaned closer to you, tattooed hand brushing away some of your hair to place a kiss to your forehead. "Oh baby.." He simply said, resting his against your head for a second, before his thumb brushed over your cheek. "I'm driving you anywhere you need to be from now on." He said, and you nodded with a smile. "Alright. Now come on, drink something." he spoke before picking up the cup, helping you with the straw, taking it away from you after a couple of sips, making you whine. "I know doll, but we don't wanna overdo it alright?" He said. You looked at him with a smile, and he happily returned it.

"Jungkook I can do that-" You said, before he silenced you with a look.

"I'm sorry, as cute as you look walking around like a newborn babydeer, I really like to keep you from falling down again, thank you very much." He said, accusingly pointing to the small bandage on your knee from having stumbled on your way into the kitchen yesterday. Your visible wounds were healing well, but you still had a bit of nerve damage from your nasty fall, which made your legs feel like they're constantly in a state between sleeping in and waking up, minus the pins and needles. They moved, yeah, you could feel them, yes, but it felt like they were wrapped in plastic and someone messed with the controls. Jungkook found it a bit adorable, but he rather not have you give him a shock again from almost hitting the kitchen tiles. Slowly, he came back with a glass of water, making you smile and thank him. He'd currently taken time off from work, having explained to his boss that he had to nurse you for a bit until you could be home by yourself. His boss had been pretty understanding, agreeing to him taking his vacation earlier and with short notice.

One thing you noticed however, was how careful Jungkook was around you. Now, that itself wasn't a bad thing, since right now you're a bit more fragile then usually so, but he was careful in a different way. Ever since you both left the hospital on friday, he stopped giving you goodnight kisses. He rarely hugged you, only ever if you initiated it, and he refused to be close to you during the night, making up excuses like 'I'm scared I'll roll you over during the night babygirl.' That was utter bullshit, because he'd never been worried about that in the past. He's a heavy sleeper and barely moves when he sleeps, so why would it be an issue now?

That was when the goddamn thoughts came back to you. Maybe he realized how close he'd gotten to you and didn't want that anymore? Maybe he wanted to go back to his old way of living, without any strings attached to anyone?

That night, you decided to speak up. Jungkook and you were sitting on the bed, you criss crossed, and him with his back towards you, feet on the carpeted floor. "You can, uhm.. you know, drive me back to the hospital tomorrow so I can get checked back in." You quietly said. He instantly turned around, his phone no longer worth his attention as his brows furrowed.

"Why? Are you okay? Did the stitches open up again?" He said, a bit of panic making his words hurry on their way out of his mouth. You shook your head.

"No, but I don't wanna, you know. You don't like me saying I'm a burden so I won't say it, but yeah. I get it, you know? Its okay, really-" You said, head lowering until you stared your lap. You heard and felt him move, his hand softly on your back.

"What're you saying princess? Why the fuck would you think I don't want you anymore?" He knew your innuendos by now, and he didn't like that you implied a breakup in your sentence one bit. "Baby I'm gonna take care of you now and everyday you need me to, you know that." He said, confused.

You looked at his throat, unable to shift your gaze any higher up, in fear of what his eyes would tell you. "But, you know.. if we're good, why.. why 'm I not getting any kisses anymore? No hugs? No nothing? " You said, starting to pick at your fingers. Maybe you were just making it worse for him. Maybe he'd just tried to figure out how to tell you in a good way, and you just made it so much harder for him to do so. However, the hand on your back left, just so he could take your body into his arms. "I'ts okay, you know-" You started again, and he hushed you.

"None of that, please don't talk like that, please don't." He said, almost breathless as if he was scared to say the words out loud. "Getting told I could loose you for good was terrifying enough already, thank you very much." He said, a dry laugh escaping him, humor nowhere to be seen in it. Typically he would relish in the feeling of his broader and stronger frame compared to you, he would smile at the mere size difference of your hands or the way he could easily pick you up and carry you anywhere he wanted to. But right now it only reminded him how fragile you were, how careful he had to be not to hurt you. He felt helpless, and it was a feeling he decided he'd hate until he died. "I just- I'm scared I'll hurt you." He said, quietly, hoping that maybe you won't hear. But you did.

Holding his face in your hands you were reminded again just how inexperienced he was in this entire thing as well. You always thought he could lead the way without problems, that he knew everything and could teach you what you wanted to know. Yet maybe you both could learn from one another, more so than just you from him. "You won't." You said, and you stubbornly kissed him as he tried to protest, pecking his lips with a newfound courage you didn't knew you had until then. He tried again, just to get another kiss. This went on for a bit, until he deepened the gesture a bit, hand finding its way into your hair, before he pulled away.

"Don't rile me up baby." He groaned, running a hand through his hair. He hated how much you could get under his skin right now, covering his lower half under the blanket you both shared almost shamefully. You kissed him again, making him laugh, finally this time for real. "Stop, I'm serious. You're still healing, or did you forget?" He said, and you whined.

"But you can be gentle! My stitches are coming out on Monday anyways, I'll be fine!" You said, and he had to chuckle at you, his mind being torn from side to side. He didn't know if he could, but the way you trusted him made him wan't to at least try. With a little hesitance he dived in again, making you smile against his lips.

He made you lie down again, slowly, crawling over your form, unhurried, as if you both got all the time of the world. And you had, he knew you had. When you whined, he simply grinned at you. "No no Baby, let's just be close, okay?" He said, voice low and soft, making you melt underneath him. For the first time ever, as cheesy as it sounden, it wasn't about reaching your highs anymore for him. He was a believer that good sex had to finish with as much pleasure as possible for him, yet that had entirely began to shift when he'd met you. Suddenly things weren't about him anymore, suddenly he started to become less and less self-centered; but this time nothing mattered at all. It wasn't about reaching your goal and claiming your prize in form of an orgasm, it wasn't about pure pleasure and satisfaction. No, this time it was about feeling as close to you as he could, he needed to feel every inch of you simply to reassure himself that you were still here, real, and with him.

He reached for the first drawer of the bedside table, your kisses on his chest and biceps making his heart race. Slipping the condom on with your help, not because he needed it but because you wanted to, he made himself at home inside you, mind slowing down with every move he made, his thoughts and body being reminded that you were okay, you were fine, you were still here with him, you didn't leave. Maybe he should be scared of how dependend he'd become on you, how you had sneaked your way past all his walls and made yourself at home inside his soul. Maybe he should be afraid or worried how he couldn't escape you anymore, how he couldn't take a fast exit out of the situation you both had made. But right now, none of that mattered.

Your mind was fuzzy, no thought able to be caught properly, and you let yourself slip even further, giving your entire being into his posession. This was just about being close, and you felt protected and safe with him, his pace slow and unhurried, gentle, and his hands reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers in a soft gesture. It showed just how much he was actually hurting, how much the entire situation had affected him; this was so unlike him that it made you feel proud of yourself to be able to witness it at all. He was laying himself bare in every way for you, and you didn't dare threw salt on his exposed flesh.

He didn't notice if he or you had come at all, continuing to move, yet never picking up his pace. When he watched your blissful face underneath him, his eyes stung again, tears knocking at the back of them, and he gently placed his head on your shoulder, kissing every part of your skin he could reach there, gasping and breathing hard. Never in his wildest dreams he would've thought that this would be the situation he would found pleasure in, yet it happened in that moment, and god, he felt like he couldn't stop. He felt like he could torture himself like this forever if it meant he could show you how utterly terrified he had been of loosing you, how terrified he still was deep down, and how terrified he would always be. He needed you like oxygen at this point, and it scared him shitless, yet even that was something he accepted with open arms and a smile in exchange for your affection. He was whipped for you, deep down bound to you by iron shackles, but he would never ask for a change whatsoever.

The night ended with both of you exhausted yet happy, tangled together under wrinkled sheets and a blanket thrown over your forms.

"I absolutely love you." You said, eyes wide and sparkling at the amount of junkfood your boyfriend carried inside the living room, coat still a bit wet from the rain outside. He brought a wave of cool and fresh air with him, making you shiver for a bit before your hand dived into the first paper bag, the crinkling sound ever so present. He laughed, throwing his coat over the side of the couch before he sat down next to you.

"You only love me for food, how tragic." He said, playfully sighing at it, watching you pout at him. "sorry baby, 'm joking." ruffling your hair he snatched a fry from the small bag you had in your hands, making you whine, but laugh at the same time.

Straightening your back you tried to look taller than him, making him chuckle. "I see this as a reward for not crying today!" You said proudly, and he smiled, nodding. You had gotten your final stitches removed, and even though it was still terrifying for both of you, Jungkook had finally faced his fear and came with you to your appointment, although he had still been heavily uncomfortable, rushing you both out as fast as possible. He was proud however, because even though you had every reason to, you didn't cry- simply squeezing his hand a bit, but nothing too much.

"I know, I know." He said, rummaging through the second large brown bag to fish himself a burger. "That's because you're the bravest girl ever-" He said, yelping when you snatched the food from him. "And also the most daring it seems, you gotta share baby!" He said playfully accusing, reaching for it just for you to hold it further away. "Good girls share, come on, I deserve a reward too you brat!" His hands reached for the item of his desire, making him raise his brows at you. Kissing your slightly greasy and salty lips, he laughed when you made a whiny sound at him. "Come on, this shit was expensive, let's eat."

"I've never seen you cry so much."

"Shut up."

"It was cute though-"

"Oh I'm about to be really fucking cute, get over here young lady!"

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BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE

AO3 | First chapter

The train ride is largely uneventful; Daniel idly taps two fingers against his leg in rhythmic patterns and watches the buildings and trees and countryside fly past in a blur of dull greens and grays. The exact directions from the station are just as much of a blur in his head, but he's sure that he'll know where to go once he arrives, that muscle memory will take over and he'll be on his way in no time at all.

By the third time he wanders back into the station to stare at the map, he's started to doubt that theory.

“Lost?”

He nearly jumps out of his skin and whirls around to face the source of the voice, a tall man in a suit watching him with amusement from behind a pair of thick glasses.

“Uh, y– No. I'm...” Dan gestures helplessly to the map and finally manages to stammer out, “Queen's College.”

The man chuckles and reaches past him to point at a spot on the map. “There,” he says simply, and he takes a small step back as Daniel fumbles with his pack, rummaging around for a pen and scrawling the relevant street names onto his hand. “You a student, then?”

Daniel freezes. “...Yes.” He reaches for a tie that he isn’t wearing and ends up awkwardly fidgeting with the placket of his shirt instead. “Yeah, that’s right.”

“Right.” The man clears his throat, like he's covering up another laugh, before he turns to walk away. “Good luck, then.”

Dan waits until he's fully out of sight before letting out a heavy exhale. So much for not drawing attention to himself. He's just being paranoid, of course, and he knows it, but it still takes a not-insignificant amount of willpower to keep himself from hopping the first train back to London and flying far away from here without looking back. Instead, he takes a deep breath and forces his feet to start moving in the right direction, because there's nothing to worry about. He can do this. He can do this.

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“I can't do this.”

Daniel shakes the man again, uselessly, like he’ll start breathing on his own if he just waits long enough.

“Come on, I can't do this, you have to wake up now.”

He knows what to do in theory, but a single week of CPR training in an undergrad health class, well over a decade ago, hardly qualifies him to actually do it.

“I can't do this, don't make me do this, please don't make me–” He squeezes his eyes shut and drags both hands through his wet hair, twisting his fingers tight to pull at his scalp, and mutters through a quick assortment of curses.

“Okay.” He opens his eyes and takes a deep breath, in and out. “Okay. Okay. I can do this. Okay.” His hands hover nervously over the motionless body beneath him. “Okay...” He tilts the man's head back and concentrates on his own breathing for a few seconds, forcing himself to take steady, even breaths despite the residual burning in his lungs. Finally, he leans down, pinches the man's nose, and directs two of those even breaths into his mouth before sitting back up and placing his hands, left over right, in the middle of his chest.

He counts aloud, his voice unsteady, with each compression. It's almost impossible to keep a consistent pace when the float is constantly moving, rocking from side to side and bobbing unevenly in the waves; he might as well be trying to perform CPR on a waterbed.

He makes it all the way to twenty-eight before he's suddenly pitched forward by a particularly rough wave; he catches himself on the edge of the float as water floods over the top of it and then quickly recedes, nearly dragging the two of them off along with it.

The platform stabilizes after a few more seconds, and Daniel carefully re-situates himself before leaning down to give the man another two lungfuls of air. As he sits up, he checks for a pulse again, holding his breath to stop his fingers from shaking. “I really need you to wake up, now...” He closes his eyes and waits a few more seconds before reluctantly moving his hands back into position.

“One, two, three, four...” He watches the man's head jerk with each push – God, is he even doing this right? – and counts in his head, whispering a breathless mantra to the same rhythm, “Please, let, this, work, please–” –fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen– “Please. Let. This. Work. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Please. Let. This. Work.”

He swallows, and inhales, and bends down for two more breaths, pausing for a moment to catch his own breath in between.

One, two, three... There's an awful sense of dread rising in his chest and clenching tight in his throat; if this doesn't work – if he's doing it wrong or he's not using enough force or maybe if he's using too much force if there is such a thing as too much – if he screws this up, this guy is dead, and he's going to be completely alone out here, in the middle of the Pacific fucking Ocean without so much as a life vest. “Please. Don't. Die. Please. Don't. Die. Please. Don't. Die. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty.”

Another breath, and another, and Dan sits up and coughs into his arm. How long is he supposed to keep this up? “Come on, come on...” He runs one shaking hand through his hair to push it out of his face and places his other hand flat on the man's chest to feel for a heartbeat, a breath, anything. “Don't– don't do this, please don't do this.”

Nothing.

He exhales and starts again. “One. Two. Three. Four. Please. Wake. Up. Eight. Nine. Ten.” His arms are aching, already, and breathing isn't getting any easier. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen–

Water explodes out of the man's mouth in a sudden burst, and Dan flinches back, nearly falling off the float. “Whoa–” He slips a hand beneath the man's neck and helps him twist to one side as he chokes, his whole body convulsing violently with the effort. “Hey hey, you're okay, you're okay...”

Finally, he collapses onto his back and starts breathing again; loud, gasping, uneven breaths, but he's breathing.

“It worked,” Daniel says, and he laces his fingers behind his head and laughs. “It actually worked!”

“What...” The man's eyes flutter open, bleary and unfocused, and he starts coughing again.

“You're alright. You're alive, and you're gonna be okay.” It's probably not the time or place for it at all, but Daniel can't seem to wipe the triumphant smile off his face.

His gaze finally fixes on Dan, and he blinks a few times. “You, you're...” He gags, and sucks in a sharp breath. “You were on the Zodiac,” he rasps.

“Yeah, I'm–”

He's interrupted by another splash of water from the man's mouth; he moves to help, but quickly backs off as the man grips the edge of the float and leans over to vomit into the ocean.

Daniel exhales. Briefly, he considers trying to reposition himself in such a way that he isn't more or less sitting in this stranger's lap, but it's glaringly obvious that there simply isn't enough room; the float isn't designed to be ridden, after all, so it's hardly large enough for even one person to sit comfortably. Instead, he places his hands on either side of the platform and allows himself a moment to relax, to breathe. His pulse pounds heavy in his ears, still, but it's finally slowing down now that oxygen isn't in such short supply.

After what seems like minutes, the man collapses onto his back again, his chest rising and falling with labored but even breaths. “Daniel, right?”

Dan looks up, surprised, and nods. “Yeah, yeah, that's right.”

“Thought so.” He holds up one hand in a quick wave. “I'm Peter.”

Daniel nods again. “It's– it's nice to meet you. Formally. Uh...” He clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably. “Sorry about the, uh. Personal space...situation.”

Peter glances down and laughs, weakly. “Hey, I'm alive, I'm not gonna complain.” Then he squints up at Dan and adds, pointing to his own head. “Y’know you’re bleeding?”

“Oh.” He brings a hand to his forehead, then blinks at the smear of red on his fingers. “That’s…probably alright,” he mumbles, pressing a palm over the sore spot on his temple with a slight wince. “Um. Are you– How are you...feeling?”

Peter closes his eyes and coughs, then swallows with obvious difficulty. “Feel like I scrubbed my throat with sandpaper.” His neck tenses and he moves to sit up, but quickly abandons the motion with a grunt. “And my leg hurts,” he adds, through clenched teeth.

“Oh, uh... Which–” Daniel turns, and the question quickly becomes unnecessary. “Oh.”

“How bad is it?”

“It’s…” He tries to keep the panic out of his voice as he loosens his tie with one hand. “It’ll be okay.” He wraps the tie around the bloodiest part of Peter's leg and pulls it tight, careful not to jostle the thick piece of metal buried in the skin just above his knee. “Just...try to stay still, okay?”

Peter doesn't look convinced, but he nods anyway and stares up at the sky with a small cough as Dan lets out a shaky sigh, his excitement from before finally dampened by the reality of their situation setting in.

“Daniel?”

“Hmm?”

“I gotta ask you somethin'.”

Anxiety jolts through him at those words, just out of habit. “Yeah...?”

Peter coughs again and clears his throat. “I know that there was an explosion, and I got thrown in the water, and I just drowned and was maybe dead for a second and everything, so I'm probably just crazy or remembering it wrong, but...” He pushes himself up on one elbow to squint at Dan. “Did the island...disappear?”

“Well...” Daniel exhales, and lets out a single breathless laugh. “Good news and bad news,” he says, and he looks out at the empty horizon, blinking against the too-bright sunlight reflecting off the waves. “Good news, you're not crazy. Bad news...you're not crazy.” He turns back to Peter. “The island is gone.”

He sighs, and relaxes, resting his head on the surface of the float. “Super.” He coughs a few more times and closes his eyes. “Now what?”

Daniel looks around; the largest remnants of the Kahana are barely visible now, almost entirely submerged in the distance. There's still a considerable amount of debris around them, floating in bits and pieces, but nothing that looks particularly useful.

And here and there among the wreckage, he can see a few bodies – or pieces thereof – bobbing in the waves, most of them facedown and all of them motionless.

He tries not to look too closely at those.

“We need to find where the helicopter crashed,” he states, and he looks down at Peter. “It– It was still in the air after the island moved, so it must have just gone down somewhere. There should have been a life raft aboard, and if there are any survivors, that's where we want to be. And even if– if no one made it out, the raft should still be there regardless.” He scratches his head and shrugs a bit. “Either way, it's our best chance.”

“What, and leave all this luxury behind?” Peter waves a hand to their surroundings with something between a smile and a grimace.

Daniel laughs a little as he scans the horizon to the east, toward where the island used to be, guesstimating the distance to the helicopter based on his brief glimpse of it from earlier. “Looked like two, maybe three miles, you think?” He pauses, then adds, “I guess you're not gonna be able to swim, huh,” and it's not really a question.

“No.” Peter closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Sorry.”

“It's– Hey, don't worry about it, alright? It's not a problem, I just... I need a minute to catch my breath, first.” He lets out a heavy sigh. “I am not, exactly, the most fantastic swimmer in the world.”

“If you...” Peter begins quietly. “If you have to leave me behind, I wouldn't hold it against you.”

Daniel blinks, and turns to face him. “Oh... No. No, I'm not doing that.”

“Oh, thank God, because I didn't really mean it,” he says in a rush, visibly relieved.

“Yeah, no, I'm...” Daniel shakes his head. “And besides–” He places one hand on the side of the float. “I'm gonna need this anyway, for breaks.”

“What, you mean you don't wanna swim three miles without stopping?”

He chuckles and gestures to himself. “I know, I definitely look like the super athletic type, don't I?”

Peter's laugh turns into a string of coughs. “So, once we make it to the raft,” he says after catching his breath, and then, “If we make it to the raft... What then?”

“I don't know.” Daniel swallows. “I don't really...have a plan, after that, but...”

Peter nods slowly. “Might as well die on a raft instead of a box,” he sighs.

“Something like that.” Dan looks out over the waves again with a heavy exhale. It's not going to get any closer; if anything, it might be drifting further away while he wastes time. “Okay,” he says finally, shrugging off his backpack. “Would you mind, uh...”

“Got it.” Peter takes the pack and hooks an arm through the straps as Dan carefully lowers himself into the warm water.

The rope attached to the perimeter of the float provides an easy handhold, and Daniel loops it around his wrist to secure it, then pauses and turns back toward Peter. “East, right?” He points, not trusting his own sense of direction, especially with the disorienting waves all around.

Peter cranes his neck to find the afternoon sun, still high in the sky but slowly setting in the opposite direction, and gives a confident nod. “Right.”

And Daniel takes a deep breath and starts swimming.

(next chapter)

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kozutenshi · 3 years

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"cheers!"

kenma smiled as he took the wine glass, taking in a small amount of the bittersweet red liquid that warmed his throat. looking sideways, he saw you, your smile as big as the other guests but brighter.

"is there something on my face, kozume?"

"yeah."

"wait what? where?"

"happiness. everywhere."

you rolled your eyes but you can't help but warm up on his claim. "you sound like you're in a trance." he only shrugged at your mocking statement and sipped again, only to shift uncomfortably when he realized how much people are in the venue, the music fading.

he felt a warm hand clasp his tenderly, drawing therapeutic circles on its back, and as the song slowly started seeping back to his ears, his eyes meeting yours.

"dance?"

SAGUT KEN PARABUR

— a wedding tradition where the newlyweds dance as the guests pin money on their clothes. then, the couple goes around each table with one plate or container in hand to collect money.

— gift giving is a different part from this tradition.

— envelopes has more money than the direct cluster of money usually so the envelopes are mostly what is hoped for by couples.

— this tradition symbolizes the guests' well wishes and prosperity for the couple for many years, somehow telling them to use what they gave as a foundation for their life.

— in our family, we do the dance and the plate thing in two different parts of the program: one for the tables upfront, one for the ones at the back. the tables upfront are usually the family and the closest branches + closest friends, while the ones at the back are mostly neighbors, far relatives, and the nakikikain (people who just went to the ceremony to eat).

— the closest friends/relatives of each side will count the money with the couple at the end of the ceremony.

your legs felt like lead but the shake of kenma's hands made his nerves known more. as you slowly swayed to the waltz, friends and relatives started to rummage through their bags, earning a sigh from kenma.

"why did we have to do this anyway? we have enough."

"don't say that. it's their own way of wishing us well materialistically."

"but.. it's uncomfortable.."

footsteps approached and lev towered in front of you with two envelopes in his hand. your blood ran cold as he took out the pins, making kenma chuckle. "lev, I think, since you know, you're tall.. and towering.. maybe you should find someone smaller?" your voice made him nervously chuckle, also knowing himself that he might accidentally stab you.

"i'll do it!" kuroo's bed head comes to view. "you're still tall-" pushing and cutting off lev, kuroo stood beside kenma. "so how many kids do you want?" kenma reflexively kicked him, making all the guests laugh at kuroo's panicked expression.

once calmed down, he carefully pinned lev's and his envelopes on the two of you, a fond smile on his face. "you two grow up so fast."

"but you're just a year older than them, kuroo-senpai."

"shut up lev."

the two of you laughed at the two as they walked back to their table. kenma drew you closer, reminiscing that one time kuroo said the same thing and got hit by yaku for getting too sentimental for someone a year older.

"what's on your mind?" he looked at you for a moment before answering. "just thinking of how fast time really flies." he looked at yaku and his other teammates drawing closer to both of you, each having their own envelopes to attach, fukunaga being the only one different having two sashes of paper bills attached together; one for you and one for him. he detached himself from you for a bit, signalling you to be aware of his highschool friends.

"you really.. got them.." teary-eyed, yamamoto pinned his envelopes, almost stabbing his own finger as kenma rolled his eyes at him. yaku wished the two of you well animatedly along with hinata. kissing your cheek, hinata also wished you well, making kenma swat his hand on his friend's shoulder. "sorry! it was a dare! 500¥ was at stake!" before placing paper bill crowns on the top of your heads.

the two of you looked at kuroo who tried to hide behind yaku and sighed.

you were glad to see them behaving normally even though the ceremony can be described as formal. and though their energy might seem unnecessary, the familiar warmth made kenma ease into a more carefree feeling.

you watched him slowly become more comfortable and you only smiled warmly at him, making him wonder what you were thinking but not questioning it.

the other guests went by on a blur, a good cluster of volleyball players, college friends, and company workers. then, with your parents, the two of you went to each table, nishinoya huffing proudly as he drops three envelopes and deflating when bokuto drops his own five. kenma narrowed his eyes at the collection, thinking of how much taxes did the ace forget to pay just to give the amount.

"if you're wondering if he ran from his taxes, he didn't. well, at least not intentionally. we paid for it." akaashi nodded at the two of you as he drops six envelopes, making everyone on the table stare at him with mouths open.

"akaashi where did you get that?"

"akaashi-san please tell me how much is at the envelope!"

"akaashi, I didn't know you were that rich!"

the said guy only sighed, congratulated the two of you and tapped kenma by the shoulder while he smiled respectfully at you, urging you to move out of the chaos of his table.

once again it reminded you of when akaashi helped the two of you tell the truth to the others, that you and kenma had started dating that Christmas night, the bustle of the crowd long forgotten as you kissed in a park bench secluded from people. hiding from the public wasn't really necessary now that you think of it, as the people still spotted the two of you, but the memory was something you held close to your heart.

soon after, everything was settled and the two of you were back at your own table. the envelopes and money collected are stacked on each of your side, and the best man, kuroo, stood at the podium for his closing words.

"you know, I feel like a father standing here." both of your parents laughed at his statement, along with the former nekoma volleyball team and coach nekomata.

"as someone who watched them get together, I can't believe kenma really landed himself with them. it's not that he doesn't deserve them. he was just.. not that outgoing, if you get what I mean." his eyes looked at the two of you happily, his eyes glowing under the light proudly. "but, I'm glad that it's the two of them that ended up together."

"through all the trouble you caused me back in high school, how the two of you always had alibis when kenma is late for practice, how y/n hides him from me for fun, and how they bully me just because I'm an old man, I'm grateful to see the two of you still happy even until today."

kuroo remembered your gleeful expression when you had told him you're moving in with kenma. boxes in tow, he assisted you and his childhood friend voluntarily, welcoming a new part of your life.

kuroo remembered how you tackled kenma chanting "yes" loudly when he decided to give you a ring to finally call you his fiance.

and now, another memory to remember is added.

raising his glass, he smiled charmingly at everyone. "thank you so much for attending the wedding. may you all rest well after this beautiful evening."

like a hungry cat, kuroo smiled at the money on the table as the guests emptied the venue like the cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. yaku held kuroo back as both pairs of parents said goodbye with suggestive smiles. hinata joyfully started counting the money on your side while kuroo was still struggling on getting away from yaku, a handful of bills on his hand.

a beautiful evening indeed.

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jennsmischievousmind · 4 years

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Fucks not Found

One, but not done [END]

Seven sighed as One disappeared when it was time to pack everything "Is he always like that or is he just being purposefully annoying?”

“How the fuck would I know?!” Three slammed a crate on the ground, holding his back like an old man.

“Who?” you were all packing the mission’s gear in the Haunted House.

“One,”

“Purposefully, no doubt!” you chuckled.

Later you knocked on his trailer door,

"Old man, we have to talk,"

"Let me guess, you want a bigger trailer so you and skater boy could go at it, not gonna happen,"

"Hum .. not exactly, look I know it's the first rule you told us about, and we broke it, actually 4 of us broke it. We're human One,"

He sighed "I just.. need you to be focus on the job."

"We are fo-.."

"Getting shot prove that you were focus," he threw his phone on the desk

"Alright you got a point,"

"These numbers are for your own safety," he stated angrily "but I guess now it's all fucked up."

"Not necessarily, I mean, now we all know each other better, we have better bonds,"

"Tell me about it," you smirked at his saying "... actually don't," he furrowed his eyebrows as you chuckled.

"Think about it," you pointed out as you were stepping out "this team, could do so much more,"

He nodded and something snapped.

"Hold on," he rummaged through a drawer to finally hand you a silver key, his eyes changed for a second “Might be cliché but he would have been proud.”

Smiling slightly at One, you left to open your brother's safe.

There were photographs, a few envelopes with the same cachet and a P/O box address on it.

One of the photographs, in black and white yellowed by the time showed your Mamma and Papa at your age in front of the Coliseum, looking happy as ever, the warmth of their smiled enveloping you instantly. Another one with your Mamma in swims wear gracefully sat on the sand, holding both of you. You were so tiny, wearing terrible hats and frowning at the sun. You found yourself laughing, a tear landing on the envelope’s corner behind the pictures.

Setting aside those pictures, you flicked the envelope open. Eyes scanning the document multiple times you were not sure what you were reading. Palm against your agape mouth, you read the main text.

“Dear Anonymous donator,

We would like to thank you for all these years of generosity. Your help has given access healthcare to people in dread need of it. With the help of caring people such as yourself, we have been able to afford the construction of a new volunteer centre, which will provide a facility to help maximize the amount of lives we can save.

Your last donation in date had us all profoundly touch and grateful.

We will never not be thankful enough. We wish we had a name to put on the facility’s wall. But we respect your privacy and so we’ll stop asking from now on.

All proceeds of your donations advance our lifesaving mission.

Thank you, dear anonymous donator.“

The tears blurred your vision until you couldn't see through it. He had found his anchor.

You cried, not of sadness but of proudness. For you he was still the kid throwing stones on the neighbor’s roof, the one who couldn’t sleep on stormy nights, the teen who cried when his crush rejected him. He was your anchor for years.

One paid you much more than you needed to live. You assumed now your brother had donated the payment. And all these years when he worked multiple jobs... it all became clear.

"You were the better twin, baby brother!" You mumbled to yourself.

Weeks later the Donations continued yet the anonymous donator had a found an alias.

Six

Passing by the pool you stopped once more before leaving the scorching desert until One would need you.

Weeks ago you brother was laughing at you on the other side of this very pool, these memories were gold now, they didn’t make you sad anymore, you grinned remembering him holding his chest while laughing on the ground, little fucker.

“Hey luv,”

“Hey,” he sat next to you on the edge of the empty pool

"So we're out?" His hand snaked around your waist bringing you closer.

"Not for now," you smiled thinking about this time spend with this weird squad, eager for a new operation.

“So where shall we go until next,”

“You're ready to stick with me? Are you mad?" He laughed as you touched his forehead for any kind of fever.

"Banged my head a few times yeah, but I'm pretty sure I'm mad...about you."

"God you spent to much time around One." He gently reached for your jaw turning your head to him, the blush creeping on your cheeks not helping to hide that you actually liked that he was ready to come with you anywhere, he leaned in for a quick kiss.

The warm air and sounds of busy streets of Italy passing through the ajar window woke you up. Looking at your watch on the bedside table you immediatly turn your back to it, snuggling back into Four's chest. Too early. The night was short.

"What do you say about Transylvania?" he mindlessly ran pattern on your back with his warm fingers.

"For what? Vampire retreat?"

"Hiking, but I can bite" feeling his teeth of soft spot on your neck you squirmed.

"Aouch, alright, we'll go to Transylvania tomorrow. I got to see my brother first."

He nodded, his smile sliding off.

"What?"

"I'm...I'm not really comfortable with...mourning," he played with your fingers on his chest avoiding your look "I ..uh.."

"Calm down babe," you straddled him, the sheet sliding down your bare body "I'm not asking you to come with me." You chuckled at his concerned face, and his lost of attention at the sight of your naked body.

He sighed, "You know he was like a brother to me..." you tilted your head watching him

"That would be weird.." you removed your hands from his

"shit no not a brother," he caught your hands putting them right back on his chest" a .. a best friend,"

"Stop talking," you leaned in, enclosing his lips with yours. His hands immediatly reached your tighs, you felt a shiver ran his chest as your finger brushed his skin from his throat to his navel. A firm squeezed on your thighs made you giggled, he was so easy to trigger.

He sat up, one of his arm tightly set around your low back while the other snake to your back, his hand holding the back your neck. A lovely mess of tangled limbs in silk sheet was all you were. You pushed him back on the bed, holding his hands up his head.

You nibbled on his earlobe, and chuckled when he groaned at the ministrations trying to fight your hold on him. He could easily removed himself from your grip, guess he wouldn't this time.

Finding your way down his neck, chest, navel ... taking your sweet time until you reach the point of no return. He gasped, his head lolling back on the pillow "God I love Italy,"

“Ciao brother” cross seating at the grave of his fake death, there were flowers already with a cup of mochaccino beside it, you laughed, only One person could have done that. Glancing at your own grave, you shivered at your name engraved in the marble stone.

You recall the all mission as if your twin was there listening to you, “This one is for you, and the next, and the next.” You breathe in feeling tears coming up, “I kept your cross," you scoffed, "you can thank Four for that. As long as I have it, I’ll have you, mammà and papa with me promise.” kissing the cross you left a single tear rolled down your face.

One knew how to be a ghost, perfectly, no one could trace him, anyone but you. .... The gps tracker in his watch helped. If he knew, he’d probably wouldn’t be happy, but hey he is your cash source can’t lose an eye on him.

“So, that’s your secret!” looking at the little boy in the playground whom looked like the man beside you.

“Shit! He jumped

“Hey,” you grinned leaning on the grid, sliding your shades down.

“Aren’t you supposed to be OUT of Italy?” he groaned

“It’s my homeland One, what’d you expect?” you pointed at your wig and shades “Disguise,”

“It’s always better than Three’s in Vegas,” He joked “You’re kicked out, it’s immediate,” He stated, not even believing it himself.

“Yeaaaah, I don’t think so,” you nudged his shoulder. A ghost of a grin appeared knowingly.

"Do you follow everyone, or are you my private stalker?"

"You really wanna know!?" You shifted on your two feet, he got the idea that everyone had a stalker in the name of Eight.

"Cleavers," you used his own line

"Shut up," he answered tired of your shit, resulting in you laughing a bit too loud.

Regaining a sense of calm you felt he was still uneasy about you seeing his son. “Your secret is safe with me old man,” He nodded a tight smile on his lips, and somehow he knew he could trust you.

“Haunted house, in a week.”

“Noted.” Saluting with two-fingers you took a few steps back still eyeing him with fondness, proudness, maybe not just a cash source in the end. He flicked you off, a bright smile spread on your face.

“Where’s Four by the way?” he called out

“Somewhere on the roofs, he can’t help it.”

He lifted his head, you took this time to disappear around the corner.

Calling Four you stumble upon his voicemail “Skater boy, you better bring down your cute ass. We’re heading back to the Haunted House in a week. Mission 2 is coming. Love ya!”

A week later

"Please don't,"

"One, I only hugged her for a second," you rolled your eyes. Five was still holding your shoulders.

"Tell me you're not going to freak out everytime two of us are close,"

Two had a grin on, Five was being clingy on purpose. It had been a month since you've seen everyone, except Four and One. You had missed everyone, Five especially, after the parkour lessons, the incident on the yacht you had become close friends.

"Hey squad," Four let his skate rolled until it hit a wall. He reached you kissing your cheek, then sending you a wink as he took a seat next to Three. You eyed One, holding a laugh, Five carefully removed her hands from around your arm. Four looked dumbfounded as One sighed, staring at you. He then flung his arms in the air.

"Fucking Millennials!"

Thanks to everyone who read, liked, commented on Fucks not Found. It was fun to write, let me know what could be improved, I'm still working on my english that's why everything is not perfect and quite limited. Looking forward a new story. Thanks again.

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spookysanta · 4 years

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online - four. (G.D.)

Summary: everyone warned him about talking to this girl online. but he can’t help but want to fall for her... now he has to meet her. what happens when they finally get together in person?

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: as usual, sexy thoughts, nothing major

click here for part one, part two, part three.

UNEDITED

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When they got back to his house, the first thing she planned to do was get in the shower and change into comfy clothes. He wanted them to watch movies out in the living room tonight but she didn’t exactly have the heart to tell him that she was exhausted. She changed into a pair of pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt, then made her way down the hall, knocking on the door of his bedroom.

“Come in.”

She opened the door slowly and peeked her head around the wood. “Hi.” She said quietly.

He was sat on the bed in sweatpants and a hoodie, hunched over and scrolling through his phone. She walked further into the room and sat on his bed next to him. “You alright?” he asked her.

“Mhm.” She stifled a yawn, flopping back onto his bed.

“You still down to watch movies tonight? You look tired.”

She can not say no to him for some reason. Of course, she’s tired! She’s been out all day long, and not to mention, was on a plane literally all morning. But he looked at her with excitement in his eyes and she just blurted out, “Definitely.”

He thought for a moment. “How about we watch movies in here?”

Her mind started to race. Because she’s imagined this—spending time with him, alone in his room, “watching movies” together. Although the outcome always ends up erotic, who’s to say they can’t just have a nice night in? “Kay.” It came out almost as a squeak.

He turned his body to look at her. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yep. Fine.” She forced a smile.

He shrugged, as if to say “if you say so”, and went to connect his iMac to the projector his brother got him. He turned on Disney+, just because he knows her and he knows that whenever she had the chance, she would watch Captain America: Civil War. He doesn’t ask her why, but that is her favorite film, without a doubt.

And it recently occurred to him that her favorite film in the Marvel Cinematic Universe isn’t technically an Avengers film, though she lives and breathes the Avengers. She told him it’s her favorite because it’s the first “Avengers” film with Spider-Man in it, and, in her words: “Tom Holland is perfect”. So, he assumes, she only watches the movie for Tom Holland, although she’ll tell him that it’s because of the action and the plot and blah, blah, blah.

He knows the truth.

He clicked ‘play’ on the film and the opening music began, causing his girl to snap her head toward the wall across from them. “Yes!” she chanted. She sat up and situated herself against the headboard of his bed, using one of his throw pillows as a cushion.

While she was getting comfortable, he went into the linen closet across the hall from his bedroom and got one of his throw blankets from back home in New Jersey. It’s thick, and he thinks she’ll appreciate it because she’s always cold. He came back and tossed the blanket over her lap before sitting next to her.

“Comfy?” he asked her.

She was already tuned out.

He poked her shoulder. “Hello?”

“Hm?” she didn’t take her eyes away from the screen.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah.” She pulled her legs into her chest which made the blanket crumple up in her lap. He took it upon himself to take the blanket and wrap it around her shoulders instead, then he got closer to her, sitting his back against the headboard as well. He took an arm and pulled her into his chest, her head laying on his pec.

“How about now?” he kissed her head for what seemed to be the one-thousandth time today.

Dammit, Grayson, her mind chanted continuously, I can’t focus on Chris Evans if I’m laying on you and you smell as yummy as you do.

Maybe that was his intention—to have her mind so clouded and enwrapped in everything that is him that she wouldn’t be able to even comprehend the idea of anyone that doesn’t have his name.

He’s clever for that.

***

He knew she was sleepy. And he knew that she wasn’t going to sleep until she sees Spider-Man, though she’s seen this movie probably over three-hundred times since its release. She kept stirring to make herself stay awake, but then her eyes widened in the cutest way.

Well, in his opinion, everything she does is cute.

She sat up from his chest, rubbed her eyes, cupped her hands around her mouth, and said: “Underoos!”

She really does love this movie. And he didn’t think she loved it so much that she knew the lines, but apparently he was mistaken.

“Nice job, kid.” Said the screen when Spider-Man swooped into frame holding Captain America’s shield.

“Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit…Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's—it’s perfect. Thank you.” she replied as Spider-Man.

“Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation.”

“ Okay. Cap…Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man.”

“Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just…”

“Hey, everyone.”

“. . . Good job.”

He was in shock. Utter and complete shock. She leaned back into him, content and sleepy again. “You done?” he asked her.

“For now.”

He chuckled. Not much longer after, he felt her body settle against him, which indicated to him that she was drifting off to sleep. But by then, she’d wrapped her arms around his torso, and what kind of (almost) boyfriend would he be if he didn’t let her snuggle him? He wasn’t sure if she was completely asleep, so his plan was to wait until she was totally knocked out before picking her up and carefully placing her in her bed in the guest room.

So he waited until he heard a quiet snore come from her mouth, before carefully taking her arms from around his torso and scooping her up to take his into her room. He made it about halfway down the hallway before he heard a quiet mumble against his chest:

“What are you doing?”

He stopped walking. “I was taking you to your room.”

“No.”

“No…?”

“Movie’s not over.”

“You were snoring.”

She wanted to hit him because she does not snore, but she didn’t have the energy. “No, I wasn’t.”

“Okay,” he snorted, “what do you want me to do, then?”

“Go back.”

He sighed, turning swiftly and going back into his room, setting her back in her original spot before going to the restroom. When he came back, he found her in his bed.

In. his. bed.

Inside his bed.

Under the covers.

Ugh.

“Honey…what are you doing?”

“I got cold again.” She muttered, scooting deeper in the bed.

Now he won’t ever be able to take her to her room. Not that he necessarily wanted her to not be in here, but he knows his mind is going to race if the two of them sleep in the same bed tonight. He knows he’s going to think inappropriate things and his…friend may get excited—and how would he explain that if she were to wake up in the middle of the night and see it?

“So what, you’re gonna sleep in here?”

She shook her head, eyes stuck on the screen again.

“We both know you’re not going to stay awake the entire movie.”

“Shh.”

He shook his head at her, opting to take off his shirt to get into bed because he was going to sleep. She snuggled into him again, this time stopping when she felt bare skin against her cheek.

“You took off your shirt…” she said observantly.

“Well, yeah, do you expect me to sleep fully-clothed?”

“No?” it came out as a question.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?”

If it does, maybe you should sleep in your own bed.

“Nope.”

“Good.” He settled down into the bed to get warm. Even though it’s not cold outside or in the house, it’s cold in his bedroom. And he doesn’t know if it’s because of the temperature the thermostat is set to, or the fact that there’s a girl laying next to him that’s basically cold-blooded.

Like he expected, she was back asleep in under ten minutes. He knew she was way too tired to try and stay awake to finish the movie no matter how hard she rubbed her eyes to stay awake or nudged him, saying “this is my favorite part” on three different occasions. Her arms were wrapped around his torso again, but this time, her head managed to make its comfort on his abdomen instead of his chest. He had a hand on her back, probably to keep her warm since the way she was laying had the back of her frame uncovered by the covers. He decided then that it was in fact late and he should go to sleep. He turned off the projector, plugged both of their phones into the chargers next to his bed, and shut his eyes.

***

“Grayson.”

“Ugh.” She almost punched him in the chest, trying to squirm out of his tight grip on her. “Get up, you ass.”

“What?” he groaned.

“I’m hungry, let me up.”

His eyes darted to the clock on his nightstand. 3:39 am. “You couldn’t have waited another couple hours?”

“No. I want my ice cream.”

He moved his arm from her and she scooted from the bed. “Thanks.” She left the room, barefoot and cold, quickly moving her feet along the hardwood to the kitchen, where she found her ice cream in the freezer. She rummaged through a couple of drawers for a big spoon, then she made her way back to Grayson’s bedroom and climbed back in the bed. She opened the pint and scooped some onto the spoon, putting it in her mouth and savoring the flavor. “Mm.”

“Gimme some.” She heard him mumble.

“No.”

“I just want to try it.” In truth, though it may sound strange, there was just something about the way that she ate the ice cream; the way she licked the spoon, the way she just had to let out little moans of bliss when she put the next scoop in her mouth. He wanted to taste her, and he thinks that now of all times wasn’t the best time to ask. But he also thinks by tasting her ice cream (that she directly tasted, though he’ll probably regret it in the future), his mind will be satiated for the moment.

“Fine.” She handed him the spoon and pint of ice cream. He took a scoop of the ice cream and put it in his mouth, licking the spoon after. “Stop that. You’re going to get your spit on my spoon.”

He put the entire bowl of the spoon in his mouth then, taking it out of his mouth and licking both sides of the spoon with a flattened tongue. “Here.” He handed it back to her.

“I’m starting to not like you.”

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halcyonnhood · 4 years

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Ramen, Baking and Glitter || l.h

Summary: Luke realizes he loves his best friend while on tour and confronts the feelings when he sees her again.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: possibly a few curse words.

Authors note: The italics are Luke's memories of her! After the asterisks (***) is when they're back in LA and in present tense. I hope the format looks okay, I typed this out on my phone. Also the OC is very special to me (more about that in the tags.) I may write more about her and Luke.

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The band 5 seconds of summer have travelled thousands of miles over the years. They've explored new countries, cities, and towns. They've met new fans, friends, and probably too many flirty humans. Luke enjoys every last bit of it, he thrives on the attention. Yet, no amount of love from fans manages to take his mind off one of his best friends waiting back in LA for him. Everything happens to remind him of Sarah.

When the boys stayed in Japan, Michael had demanded to stop for ‘proper’ ramen before they left the country. Of course, no one had the heart to deny him his love for traditional Japanese food. The four of them had been bantering and talking about plans when the longing had struck Luke. He was mid bite of his chicken ramen and all he can remember is the silly heated debate he and Sarah had before the tour.

Sarah tosses the bright orange bag back at Luke and scrunched her nose in disgust. She hadn't eaten all day and upon arriving at Luke's house, she decided she wanted to fix something easy. So naturally, she rummaged through his cabinets and made Luke reach the ramen shoved on the top shelf. When he handed the orange bag to her with “chicken flavored” printed across the top, she felt like she was going to have a brain hemorrhage. Now she just stares up at the top shelf in disappointment, as if red bags would magically appear instead.

“I want ramen.” Sarah tells him with pouted lips.

“You just threw the ramen at me,” Luke says. He points at the bag on the counter.

“Yeah, because that's disgusting.” She makes sure to enunciate the word disgusting. “It's chicken.”

“What do you have against chicken ramen? You like chicken, we literally just had some last night.” Luke questions.

“Ya, we had grilled chicken. It's the flavoring in the ramen, it's weird.”

“What kind do you like then?”

“Beef.” Sarah says. She gives him a playful smile when he rolls his eyes at her, “It is the only acceptable ramen.”

“It is not!” He argues. “You're just wrong, you monster. Chicken is a classic,”

She fake gags, “I have taste buds, you giant oaf. Now we have to go to the store because you're wrong.”

Luke spent the rest of the Japan trip thinking about Sarah. He thought about how much he missed her randomly dropping by his house and pretending she owned it. He thought about how she would've really enjoyed eating traditional ramen instead of the instant kind, she would never want to leave the foreign country. Lastly, he made a mental note to buy the girl all the beef ramen she could ever want and to find a restaurant that serves the real stuff. He knows something so small would make her whole day and he just wants her to smile.

Japan isn't the only time Luke is reminded of the strong willed girl. They had met a fan in Munich who looked uncannily like Sarah and he hadn't been the only one who noticed. If Luke's being honest, he hadn't been paying much attention to the girl at first. She had won some radio station competition and the whole band had greeted her at once before she turned to talk to Michael first. He had taken more of a notice to her after catching Michael's not so subtle glance at the boys and the first thing he had connected was the hair. The fan had her hair honey blonde hair pulled back into a French braid, so what? It wasn't uncommon to see the almost brown hair color and the style was popular. It's not like he hadn't seen it on anyone other than Sarah, he had. It was just such a common sight around his household that he automatically associated it with her.

When the fan had made it to him and pulled away from the hug, Luke felt bad for not paying attention to anything she said. He wanted to, but he was captivated by how she could be a perfect doppelganger. Dark olive green eyes, freckles spotted across flushed cheeks, and a small button nose. All things that looked eerily similar and one look at the boys showed that they had seen it too.

“Holy shit,” Michael said as soon as she had left “That kid looked exactly like Sarah,”

“It's weird,” Calum added. “I mean, all of the features just matched,”

Ashton had chuckled at their surprise, “They do say everyone has lookalikes,”

“Still so weird, especially after not seeing Sarah in months.” Luke said with a shrug. He tried not to think about it too hard.

Three different shows went by without Luke being reminded of her. He thinks it's because he made more of an effort to facetime her at the end of his nights and fulfill his longing to talk to her. When they stop in Paris, he's proven wrong. Luke wishes he could be cheesy and say it's because he realized he was in love with her while in the city of love. Except he realized his love was more than platonic weeks ago.

Ashton had suggested that they go somewhere local for breakfast. So, the duo set out on an adventure for the best place that served breakfast. They ended up in a bakery, ordering an abundance of baked goods and iced coffee. The savory scent of bread mingling with the sweet scent of pastries and cookies reminded him of none other than the girl that he may or may not be in love with. More often than not, she'd spend her extra time using new recipes to bake cookies, cake, and bread. Most of the time she subjected the boys to taste testing, but none of them seemed to mind. There would be days that Calum would be sad to come over to Luke's and find no treats. It was even sadder on recording days when she couldn't make it to the studio to visit and drop off her baked goods. The best days were always when she stopped by.

“Booooys,” Sarah sing songs, “I made some cookies!”

She sits the plate covered with aluminum foil on the desk and sits next to Michael on the couch. Ashton's listening to the producer play back their latest song while both Luke and Calum are diving for the plate to see who gets a cookie first. The sight just reminds her of how childish they can both be and it makes her laugh.

"What kind are they today?” Michael asks.

Luke sits back and looks at the cookie in his hand while waiting for her to respond with her normal rambles about the recipe. Usually she'll tell them all about how the website lied about the amount of butter or come up with an excuse to why ‘the first batch is bad’. He has to admit that he loves hearing her get so passionate over her baking skills.

“I made two. Can you believe it? TWO!” Sarah excitedly tells him. “I made salted caramel and raspberry with white chocolate chips. AND the caramel is homemade!”

"Wait, you know how to make caramel? This is so good” Calum says while waving around the half eaten cookie.

"It's so easy, it's just cream, sugar, and butter. But it burns if you don't take it off the heat fast enough. I may have ruined a pan,” She explains the last part timidly.

Some time during her explaining how to make caramel, Ashton had also grabbed one of the cookies. He just shakes his head at the girl with a chuckle, “Sarah, you'd be a good baker if you didn't burn everything,”

"Says the man who is on his second cookie,” Sarah says with a glare.

"This is the third time you've burnt something,”

“I'm betting that other bakers have burnt things before!” She argues.

The other three stay quiet as the two go at it, both of them living for the argument. For a minute, Luke thinks that Ashton is enjoying it too much. That is until Sarah's expression softens from the furrowed brow to a relaxed and playful one instead. Sometimes he thinks they're both too argumentative and honest for their own good, but it always ends in good fun. He could never understand why they actually enjoyed arguing and often times egged each other on, but as long as no one ends up in tears, everyone let's them hash it out.

“The cookies are really good, Sarah.” Luke tells her honestly. His insides feel melty and gooey as her eyes light up at the compliment.

"Thank you, Luke!” She thanks him in an overly sweet tone, “You know how to be a GOOD best friend. That's why I love you,”

It's possible that Luke had fallen hopelessly in love, not that he'd admit it. He had spent the entire world tour consumed with thoughts about Sarah, always seeking out bits and pieces of her in every place they visited. He even associated her with ramen out of all things. Ramen. He knew he'd have to deal with the conflicting emotions eventually, but he still opted to push them away to have a clear head for the rest of tour. A mostly clear head. All he knew was that it was a future Luke problem.

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“Are you really bringing up the brownies I made in 2017?”

“They were MEMORABLE! Gosh, I remember how bitter they were. It feels like it happened yesterday,”

“Cocoa powder is bitter, you little shit!”

The argument can be heard throughout the hallway leading up to the dressing rooms in the Forum. Luke hadn't been expecting to hear the bright voice until later tonight, so naturally when he hears her, it makes his heart soar. Her words towards Ashton sounds harsh, but he can hear the playful hints in her tone. He isn't even to the door and can already visualize her darkened blonde hair falling past her shoulders, her usual makeup, and a smile tugging at her pink lips. He feels like he might explode with excitement.

Luke is right. He leans against the doorframe and watches two of his favorite people argue. She has half of her hair pulled back in a ponytail, purple glitter tapped onto her cheekbones, and the light catches on her shiny lip gloss. Neither of them acknowledge his presence, but Michael gives him a knowing grin from one of the chairs. He doesn't mind, he's just happy to see her again and admittedly he missed their playful fights. It gives him time to think about how he'd admit his love.

Girls are usually the ones to secretly fall in love with their best friends, at least that's how it's always portrayed in shows. Is it weird for guys to do that? Luke isn't sure how he's supposed to tell her, should there be some grand gesture? Just be straight up with no frilly things? He should've bought her flowers on the way here from their last promo video. He just wants her to feel appreciated whether or not she holds the same feelings towards him.

Luke is brought out of his daze by a smaller body colliding with his and warm arms wrapping around his midsection. He envelopes the smaller girl in his arms and gives her the tight squeeze that he's been waiting months for. She pulls back and he smooths down her frizzy hair with a small smile.

“I missed you so much, Luke.” Sarah smiles brightly up at him. The sight is enough to turn his heart to mush.

He just returns the warm smile, “I missed you more,”

“Now that you're here,’ Sarah turns around dramatically and points a manicured finger at Ashton before continuing, “You can protect me from bullies!”

“What's he bullying you bout’ this time?”

“My brownies! He can never be nice to me. I slaved all night for y'all and he brings up the disaster of 2017. I'm so much better now.” Sarah huffs.

She snatches the Tupperware bowl off of Ashtons lap and twirls around to push it into Luke's hands instead. He takes one out and savors the first bite, Sarah watching his every move for a reaction. She isn't wrong, it's much better than the first time when she forgot to add enough sugar. When he makes a noise of appreciation for the sweet treat, her face lights up and she sticks her tongue out at Ashton with a laugh. Luke swears that he could watch her soft features all evening, but he could settle for a bit of time before the concert. The last concert of the tour. Then he could spend the rest of his days talking to and watching her when she visits.

Sarah points her nose up in a mocking way, “See, Luke agrees that they are good brownies. I'm right. Now if you excuse us, I've got to paint Luke's nails!” .

“Luke's opinion doesn't mean you're right,” Ashton tuts.

"It does too! Accept defeat, Ash.” She calls out while dragging Luke out of the room with her.

Luke almost forgot that he had texted asking her to repaint his nails. Between potentially obsessive thoughts, promo, concerts, and trying to be a real tourist; Luke hadn't found the time to find someone to keep up with his nails. He definitely wants them done for the show, so he doesn't complain about their abrupt departure from the boys. Sarah leads him a few rooms down to one of the unoccupied dressing rooms and points at the lineup of polish bottles on the makeup desk.

"I didn't know what color you wanted this time, so I bought nearly half of my collection with me,” She says.

"You didn't have to bring all this, Sarah. You could've just picked one for me,”

“I wanted to have a choice! I think you should pick something new though. No black or red.”

“You're really going to do that to me?” Luke asks in mock distress.

It makes Sarah let out a giggle and roll her eyes, “I'm so horrible, I know.”

It only takes Luke a moment to narrow down which colors he liked best. He really wanted the sparkly red, but he couldn't ignore her opinion when he valued it so much. She wants something different, so he hands her the pastel pink polish and gives her a sheepish glance. She doesn't react badly though, she just gives him a wide smile with her pretty lips and motions for him to sit in the chair.

Sarah gets to work with painting his nails, making precise strokes to avoid a mess of polish. He admires the patience and steadiness required to do such a simple task, because the last time he tried it looked like a toddlers handy work. After watching three nails being covered in pink, he turns his attention back to taking in her features. Her brows dip down into a tiny furrow as she concentrates and he notices the new freckles dotted around her forehead and nose. He figures that she must've been in the sun recently, he's always known that the spots darken with exposure to sunlight. He likes how it just adds more depth to her complexion.

Luke also enjoys the glitter. She tends to save the bold look for festivals and he wants to tease her about how their show must be important. He just finds himself fascinated by how it looks on her and how it instantly brightens all of her features. Of course he wouldn't tease her about it when he thinks she looks so effortlessly pretty. Although the thought of him being the reason for her flushed cheeks is tempting enough.

When Sarah sets the closed bottle back onto the desk, Luke notices her makeup sitting neatly in the corner, probably so she can freshen up throughout the night. He wonders if the glitter would have the same effect on him. Plus, he just wants her close to him.

“What's going on in that brain of yours?” Sarah waves a hand in front of his face.

“I was just thinking,”

She purses her lips at him, “No shit, sherlock. Elaborate,”

"You know how you do your makeup? I was thinking about if I'd look good in it and if the fans would like it” Luke tells her honestly.

“The fans would love it, lu. And we'd be matching!” She gushes. He can tell she's already visualizing the look on him.

"Can you do mine too then?”

"I don't think you could afford my services,” She answers, while already reaching for her makeup.

There's more steps to the makeup look than Luke had originally anticipated. She explains each and every step to him and somehow listening to her explain bb cream ends up being the softest thing in the world. She promised that it'd only even out the redness and he does like how natural he looks. After contouring and adding blush, she finally moves onto his eyeshadow and glitter. He catches a glance at himself in the mirror as she pulls back his hair into a half ponytail and he likes how pretty he looks. The glitter looks nice on him and he matches Sarah perfectly.

Sarah pulls out the gloss wand with a ‘pop' sound and smiles at the man, “One last thing.”

"Thank you. I almost look as pretty as you,” He tells her. He likes how her face flushes a darker pink at his compliment.

"Oh, stop that. You could rock it better than me any day,”

Luke studies Sarah's expression for a moment while she puts her makeup away and he's never wanted to kiss someone more. He's spent months away and he's been consumed by his newfound romantic love for her. Now that she's in front of him again, he wants to kiss her and take her out for authentic beef ramen like he had planned. He wants to watch her bake and compliment all of her new recipes. He wants to hold her tight and never leave her again. He's just afraid that she'll never see him as anything other than a friend. He'd accept any love over none at all, but he'll never know the difference until he tries.

"Sarah, can I be honest with you?” Luke questions.

She looks up at him with wide eyes, “Always. What's up?”

"I think I love you,” Luke tells her carefully. “Tour gave me a lot of time to think about how I feel about you.”

"Romantically?” Sarah looks at him in awe and points at herself, “Me?”

"Yes, you.”

“I'm really not sure what to say in this situation,”

"You don't have to say anything,” Luke rubs his sweaty palms against his pants, “We can just pretend this never happened.”

"No, I mean…I think I like you too. It's just that you're my best friend and you were gone. So I don't know how I really feel? It's easy to think one thing without the person around. Now you're here and what if I just missed you?”

"We can always wait to talk about this,” He assures her, “I was just going to ask you to go on a date with me after the show,”

She gives him a lopsided smile, “What kind of date?”

“I figured I'd ask you to a Japanese restaurant, but no weird seafood since you hate that. I thought you'd like some traditional ramen. We had it in Japan and it reminded me of you.”

"The real stuff? Michael talks about how good it is all the time!”

Luke smiles at her reaction, “Would you like to go with me?”

"You know what? Yes! It'll be fun.”

The boys are finishing up last second preparations backstage when Sarah joins them. Michael and Calum are talking with each other and she doesn't see Ashton with them yet, so she takes it as a chance to talk to Luke. He's fidgeting with his in-ear monitors when he notices her walking up to him, a sneaky expression across her features.

"Being a troublemaker?” Luke raises an eyebrow at her.

"You know it! I just took a break to wish you luck,”

"I always need that,” He chuckles.

The stage managers are rushing around and one speeds by calling out that they'll be on in one minute. Luke gives her a frown, sad to leave in the middle of a conversation. Sarah on the other hand just smiles instead and motions for him to lean down. When the tall boy does, she stands on her toes and places a soft kiss against his lips. His blue eyes widened at the unexpected kiss, but softened after the initial shock. She pulls her lip gloss out and touches up his gloss that she had messed up, not wanting to ruin his look. Luke didn't expect Sarah to make the first move, yet he's the one blushing.

“I-” He starts.

Sarah doesn't let him get a word in edgewise and pushes him lightly towards their other three friends, “I think you're going on now,”

"You look pretty. I'll see you after!” She adds again with a smile at the shocked man.

Luke is definitely in love with her, there's not a single doubt in his mind. All he can think about through the concert is the fact that he's never been so excited for noodles in his entire life. Noodles and his favorite girl.

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fumbling-fanfics · 5 years

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Imagine being pregnant with your first child with Omar Adom 'OA' Zidan

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So I got this idea from @supagirl 's gifs. I've just used them to start a new thread rather than highjack her original post and make it a mess. But do check out her gifs.

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Also I've not finished FBI on CBS so this imagine will proby not match what the gif set is about.

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OA wandered into the living room, glued to his phone. At this point he was so used to you being propped up on the couch either watching TV, eating, reading, sleeping or all four. You kept looking at him, until he looked up.

"What's wrong?“ he smiled, across the room. "Hungry?"

"Why do you always assume I'm hungry?"

"Because you usually are" he chuckled.

You ignored his accurate statement. "Are you planning on going out?" noticing he was dressed like he was going out.

"Maggie's coming over, she just wants to talk about something at work, why?“

“I'm hungry" OA laughed, shaking his head. He got up and walked over to the couch, leaning on the back of it to look down at you.

"What would you like to eat?“ you pretended to think, knowing full well what you wanted.

"Can you get me some cake. Maybe cheesecake too" OA nodded, with a slight eye roll.

"I'll stop by wholefoods, then I can get some vegetables for dinner too" his phone buzzed.

"No, not Wholefoods. Can you got to the Diner, intown. Please" you gave him puppy dog eyes as you looked up at him. He sighed in defeat, turning to leave.

You looked over the back of the couch and spoke. "Maybe we can go together, a nice walk. Then I can see Maggie rather than die from Vitamin D deficiency" OA turned back to face you, very serious. "You know you can't. Remember what the doctor said" you frowned, dropping your head back against one of your many pillows. You mimicked what he said in a childish voice.

You were signed off work, with instructions of strict rest for the rest of your pregnancy.

OA had moved furniture around to make it easier for you to get around.

You were even halfway though the rest of your pregnancy when you started to claim insanity due to the lack of being outside. Since it was prime summer time, OA also relaxed with home security and allowed you to have the large patio doors open (so long as the alarm system was on) - allowing the outside breeze to run through the house giving the effect that you were outside (well if you closed your eyes).

He'd been a saint really. Requesting one less day at work so he could be around if you needed him. Constantly running out to fulfill your craving requests, even the midnight ones.

OA disappeared upstairs, his phone ring echoing through the house and he jogged down the stairs.

"Maggie's outside" he gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head, then disappeared again. "I'll see you in 30 minutes or so" you could hear the door open, the noise from outside.

"Tell Maggie I'd come out to say hi to her but I can't because I'm being held prisoner in my own home" there was no response except the door slamming, but OA was probably laughing at your dramatics. He'd always know you to be dramatic but it seemed to get worse since you were pregnant.

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"Y/n says hi, but obviously in a dramatic way. She's claiming the WiFi is conspiring against her and she's being held hostage" Maggie chuckled lightly as OA climber into the SUV.

"In her defence, I'm sure you'd be the same. Imagine what you'd be like not being able to go to work, and being housebound"

"I think it's the sugar to be honest. It's all she craves. She ate 11 of those doughnuts you gave me yesterday!"

Maggie's eyes widened in shock. “There were only 12 in the box" OA just nodded.

"But she's doing better, yeah?" OA nodded with a relieved smile.

"Yeah a lot better. She's still really tired. But thats partly because she can't sleep in our bed. It hurts her back, but she stubborn and wants to sleep near me so refuses to sleep on the couch at night"

Maggie didn't bother asking why OA didn't sleep in the living with you, knowing it was because he was far to tall to be able sleep anywhere but the floor.

"Can you drop me in town when we're done - I'm on a cake run" Maggie nodded.

In the car Maggie and OA chatted about a case, bouncing ideas off each other until Maggie felt better. Doing less days meant that OA and Maggie weren't partners together but they still made time to chat.

As she was on her way to speak to a witness Maggie dropped OA off on the corner and continued on her way.

"Tell y/n I'll come see her soon. I'll bring cake" Maggie teased.

"Please actually bring something with nutrients in it" OA begged.

***

“Hey Omar, no y/n?" Dawn asked as OA stepped up to the counter.

"Not today, but she is the reason why I'm here. Can I grab some cake please?" Dawn nodded and grabbed a container and cake tongs.

"Which one?“ Dawn asked with a smile. Just as OA opened his mouth his phone rang, the picture of you shaking on the screen.

"Everything is fine! I'm just calling to ask if you can get like all the cake because I don't know which one I want" you spoke quickly, hoping OA wouldn't freak out thinking something was wrong because your were calling

OA looked at Dawn. "All of them" she raised her eyebrows and OA just nodded.

***

The sound of OA struggling and a lot of noise made you peak over from your spot on the couch. You caught a glimpse of him, arms full walking past the living room into the kitchen.

"Do you know how many different flavours of cakes they have?“ OA walked back towards the front door.

"A lot" you called out, as you struggled to get up and out of the couch. You waddled into the kitchen just as OA was leaving again.

"Guess again" he called out. You didn't reply, too busy rummaging through the bags.

"Thirty nine! Thirty nine different flavours of cake! Like how can that be possible"

"Is there Red Velvet though?“ OA disappeared again.

"I'd like to think these will last you a while, but after yesterdays doughnut marathon I'm not hopeful"

"This is your fault too. I'm pretty sure that's the tank top that resulted in me being pregnant" you smiled in triumph as you found the box containing the red velvet cake. You tiptoed and kissed OA.

"Thank you, and sorry I'm being a pain" OA bent down kissing you softly.

"Nothing I can't handle" he winked.

You opened the cutlery draw and grabbed a fork. "Have some cake if you want" you waddled out of the kitchen and back to you spot on the couch.

"Are you gonna help me put these away?“ OA called out.

You shook your head as you walked towards the living room. "I can't leave the couch remember"

***

It took you less than five minutes to finish the cake, cursing yourself as you struggled to get up again. You should have just eaten the cake in the kitchen, would have been better for your back. But then again your feet hurt too.

OA notices you wince as you come back into the kitchen. You put the empty container and fork into the dishwasher, wincing more.

OA's hands find your back as you lean forward on your hands against the counter.

He presses into the painful spot, giving you a moment of relief "You should go lie down"

"Lying down hurts my back, but I think my feet hurt more"

"I'll flip the couch pillows"

You and watch, holding the blanket you spend most of your time wrapped up in on the sofa. A maternity gift from one of OA's sisters, amazingly soft and warm. The only thing that doesn't make your skin itch. When you're cold you often wrap yourself up like a burrito in it.

Once the pillows are readjusted and stacked up OA instructs you to sit down, and sits with you. He pulls your legs into his lap.

He pushes up the ankle of your leggings, knowing he'll have to do your ankles as well.

His finger expertly work their magic.

Before long your half asleep. You feel the blanket being placed over you, and then a long kiss pressed against your forehead. You're too tired to even fight the sleep.

"I'll start dinner" is the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

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Thobian ~ Siren | Part Two

NOT (officially) Requested.

So, I have been asked to continue this one shot. I probably wouldn't've thought of this had they not suggested another chapter of this story. I love sirens, just something about them, like monsters, brings the curious little child out in me.

Hopefully you've enjoy Thobian like I have 😉.

Pronunciation: Though-be-an

H I S . A L L U R I N G . L U L L A B Y P A R T . T W O

Underwater Fuck | Angst | Rebirth . . .

The water was calming, flowing softly with the currents beneath it. The water was still the same murky green-blue since I last saw it, but the sun had dipped off the sky, not revealing any creatures lurking within the water. Night had fallen, and the moon began to ascend behind me. Stars begin to shine right next to where the darkness seeps in through the sky. The water is calm and slightly bioluminescent ripples sparkle through the water. The lake laps at my feet.

I may only be four steps in, but the weeds tickle my legs as the sand crunches between my toes. The sundress I wore was nothing special, something I could breathe in. I was at bliss. Nothing could take the relaxing comfort away from me as I stand, and watch the sun set. The flattering array of blues, purples, pinks, and oranges brighten the night before the moon replaces the sun. A sigh escapes my lips as I walk further into the water, the bright star calling me.

The water sways me from my path, but also glides me through the lake. When my finger tips touch the surface, I step forwards and go under. The fear of drowning dances through my veins with every gasp of H2O. My limbs frantically search the water for a brace or something, anything, to grab onto. There's nothing but the tangle of weeds and plants as I fall from a ledge. I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. Instead, the grimy lake water sinks deep into my my throat until I'm coughing, gaging, drowning because of the lake.

My fingers twitch in the cold water. I blink, twice, thrice, before trying to inhale air one last time. Something touches my face, something smooth and slimy. I couldn't react because my brain began to shut down. At one last feeble attempt to stay alive, I open my mouth. Something deeply sweet calls to me from my left, then from my right. It seems to be twirling around me in circles, calling for me, waiting.

"This hurt that I've been through," Thobian's voice resonates in my ears. My thighs intentionally quiver. Still, to this day, Thobian has power over me. I have no idea how he does it, but his touch haunts me to this day.

"I'm missing you, missing you like crazy," I could feel the wind caress my skin, softly drawing me further into the lake. The pull is so strong, my eyes follow the path of fresh water. "You told me not to cry when you are gone..."

There, in the distance, is Thobian in all his beauty. I've come to love those striking mauve pupils that watch my every movement. I love the sly smirk he gives me; those shark teeth gleam at me between dark lips. The minty color of his skin gleams from the moon's sudden rays. My eyes tremble over his elongated claws as he beckons closer. The slimy touch of his tail coils around my legs, rather reluctantly this time. Thobian brings a claw softly up to the side of my face. The long talon traces my cheekbone to my jaw, lingering on my lips.

The bottom set of his brilliant eyes flicker to my lips as the top row stare me down in a glare. "Come back to me, my daring seahorse." Our lips barely touch, and when they do, his hands entrap my body with his. I close my eyes, ready to kiss my killer lover. Whatever the consequences, I'd take him as long as he took me again and again. I needed to feel his lips on mine; I craved it.

"Come back to our love..."

IGN. IGN. IGN... IGN. IGN. IGN... IGN. IGN. IGN.

"Ugh.." I groan, rolling over and slamming my hand on the damn alarm clock I just bought. I barely open my eyes as I huff and bury my head beneath the pillows. I nuzzle into the soft, clean sheets. I wiggle a bit, shaking my limbs awake until I feel the need to get up before the annoying alarm blares again.

I shut the fucker off and sit up. My hair's disheveled and flops in my face, already annoying me. I blow it away just for it to land in the same spot. Groaning, I sit straight, stretching my back and limbs again before yawning. I run a hand through my unruly hair and make way for the bathroom. I don't bather looking at my appearance, I simple do my morning routine. Of course, when I brush my hair, I find bags beneath my eyes. I frown at my reflection and continue brushing my hair.

It's been two months since Matt and Crystal died, since that dreadful day in the lake. Since their bodies were never found, we held a memorial at Lake Serenity, just as all the other fallen victims' families and friends had done. It had been about a month and a half since I actually saw the lake. The weeds haunted my dreams every time my eyes closed. Luckily, I was able to forget about those webbed claws and that slimy tail. That was until he began appearing in my dreams.

It'd always be the same dream with him saying the same thing. He wanted me to come back to him, and as much as I wanted to, I was terrified of the consequences. If Thobian was mad, he could rip me to shreds for punishment. I believe he wouldn't bat an eye if he had a chance to drown me. Thobian threw me out of his way before, he might do it again.

Once I was finished, I trudge into my room again in search for some clothes. Ever since Matt died, I mainly wore sweats and a t-shirt. He's, was, my bestie. It tore me up inside knowing I could have helped, even sacrifice my own life if it meant saving his. I was searching through my closet, half naked, when my phone started ringing. Not bothering with the phone call, I continued to find a durable band shirt. I didn't get a chance to change my sweats.

I growl, fumbling with the phone as I slam down on my plush comforter. Snatching the phone from the nightstand and charger, I bring the device up to my ear. With a scrunched up nose and furrowed brows, I'm about to speak when someone does it for me.

"—you didn't have to go and do what you did, Tobias!" A female yells through the phone. It sounded like Jayla. She was upset with Tobias. What for; beats me.

Tobias is quick to respond. "I only did what I had to do!" He exclaims forcibly. Tobias sounded frustrated, and I could only imagine what they were talking about. Intrigued, I press the mute button and eavesdrop on the conversation.

"No," I heard Callie croak, and I felt my heart drop, "you pushed Matt in for your own selfish reasons!" I blink, all the air from inside my lungs is pushed out. I can't breathe, nor can I think properly as I push the phone up to my ear canal. "You knew Matt was going to ask (Y/N) out that night! He had everything planned, and you just—you just pushed him in! You're a disgrace! You're not a friend," Callie sneers with malice.

"It should have been you that died!" Jayla wails angrily as there's a scuffle.

There was no way I could know what happened next because I drop the phone onto my bed. I swallow as the tears fall. Matt was going to ask me out, he had made a surprise for me, he would have still been alive. The tears wouldn't stop coming. I became a fluster of emotions and became overwhelmed by the sudden facts.

How could Tobias do that to his friend? Over me? There's no way, no possibility. The more tears I wipe away, the more I cry. I couldn't keep them down.

It took a minute for me to calm down, but when I did, I would start up again once more. The thought of Matt and Crystal, even if she really was a selfish cunt, I shed more tears. There couldn't be a way to bring them back, and even if I did, it always goes wrong. Whether Tobias pushed Matt in or not, it resulted in their deaths. It was wrong, on so many levels, on so many spectrums. I couldn't bare the new information I witnessed with my own ears. I wanted everything and everyone to go away.

Then, I think of Thobian.

His beautiful fins shimmering in the moonlight, those peculiar eyes enveloping me in a stare, his pair of claws kneeding at my thighs, the thundering of the storm outside; I missed that abnormal life I could have had. Now, I'm scared to go back. I knew I betrayed his trust. I ran away, and even if he was to take me back, I'd never get away. He'd cage me away or tie me up in the deepest trench.

But do I want that? I ask myself. Could I really leave everyone behind and build a new life with a creature I have no idea about?

The memories of my friends warp my mind, changing from once scene to another. I could never forget them, nor what we have been through, but I couldn't say goodbye to them. Callie would question me and Charlie wouldn't leave my side. Jayla would call my parents if I told them I lost my virginity, especially to a creature lurking in Lake Serenity. I would be in the insane asylum before I could escape everyone.

My hands rubs away the oncoming depression and I decide to act. Grabbing a pen, I rummage through the drawers of the nightstand. My hands lift up a notebook, and in the first blank page I turn to, I leave a quick note. I don't want them following, and I made sure it's clear that no one forced me or suggested that I do this. I simply state I can no longer tolerate a world full of darkness after what Tobias has done.

I sign the piece of paper, folding it once and leaving it on my bed. With my phone and headphones in my pocket, I grab my keys to walk out the door. My eyes catch a photo of me and my family, all smiles and happiness on my graduation day. I'd miss them the most. Even when we fought, even when we didn't agree, we were still there for each other at the end of the day.

The door clicked one last time as I shut it. I stumble my way from the building and into the four door Impala. I drove for two hours to Lake Serenity, listening to a few songs I would more than likely never hear again. My eyes followed the trees and observed the signs as I drive passed slowly, snapshotting each detail in my memory so I would never forget where I came from. The sun was out since it was the late afternoon, and I managed to park my car.

I sat there, looking at the woods before me, remembering the last time I came. I had tripped over some roots and landed in the lake at the beginning, and before long, I was on that ledge with the storm, huddling to keep warm. Tears threaten to spill, but I shake away the thoughts and clear my emotions. My hands ran through my unruly hair, I don't know how many times. The air was misty, and I could only see so far into the forest.

I open the car door; it squeaks in response. Hesitantly, I step out onto the gravel. I was still shaking when I slam the door shut. Standing there, where I had been before, was terrifying just as it was liberating. Although I still had responsibilities, I've chosen to run from them and embrace the mystery lurking beneath Lake Serenity's surface. I've been enchanted by this lake the moment I stepped foot here.

Reluctantly, I make my way down the path I once took with Callie. I was thankful I didn't slip on my way down, but when I reach the area where I dropped my phone, I stop and stare at the sun. It wasn't settling like it did when I was last here, but I was enchanted by the lake nonetheless. I thought about what I had to do to get his attention, so I reach inside my pocket and grab the headphones. After pressing play, I close my eyes, relishing this song once more.

It was Sam Smith's Lay Me Down featuring John Legend. I became obsessed with the song once I heard the lyrics. It was a personal favorite, and I enjoyed the entire piece, even if it was dismal and longing. As I sang as loud and clear as I could, there was never a splash or even a glimpse of something in the water. My heart broke as I finished the song for the first time.

So, I tried again, and failed again.

For the third time, I climbed to the rocky ledge I had been on when Thobian discovered me. My legs dangled over the edge, and as scared as I was, I did my best to call to my siren lover. Tears well up in my eyes when I realize he's not coming. After continuing the rest of the song, I sat there as the wind blew, crying my heart out. I screamed and cursed the sun, wishing I could be rid of this burden I carry. I wouldn't be like the Sisyphus pushing the rock up the hill for all eternity.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll finally be at peace again.

As the sun faded against the sky and the waves barely move, I become one with the rhythm. I sing for the rest of the afternoon, not caring if I was out of tune or not, I was sad and if this could lift my spirits, even a tiny bit, I would take my chance. With a random mix of music, I've went from Sam Smith to MGK to Panic! At The Disco. But when an old, Jonas Brother song comes on, one I know so well, I can't help but sing and rock with the beat.

The words put a smile on my face every time, and I almost forgot about this diamond in the rough. By the time the song had ceased, I was already in a better mood. Positivity was no longer my enemy and I search through a few more oldies. I decided to listen to Hannah Montana's True Friend, in honor of Matt. We'd known each other since the end of elementary. Funnily enough, he had picked on me the first four years before apologizing with a flower on the playground. It was sweet and I was a total sucker for his charms.

However, I never fell in love with him like everyone else. His parents were so proud of him; he was going to the best school in the state next year on a music scholarship, for the trumpet of all instruments, and already became manager of that one store I can never remember the name of. Matt has it good for a freshman in college, then Thobian and Tobias has to fuck it up.

Sometimes, I think it's what's best for him. I never wanted him dead, but we could always tell if the other was down and we were always honest. Well, I was, I don't know about Matt now. Although I might've said yes or no to his question, he was someone I cared deeply about. I don't want to replace him, but I want to fill that void. Whether Thobian is the answer to that equation, I have no idea.

I sat there for a good three hours, listening and singing along to music I haven't heard in a while and to beats I have only recently discovered. When the water starts moving rougher, I lean back against the rocks, and take out my headphones. I needed to stand really badly, but I couldn't get down now or I'd slip. I settle for stretching my legs and gently removing my earbuds. That weird feeling returns again. Not wasting anytime, I search for the song. When I find it, my thumb hovers over it, and I begin to question myself.

Is this really what I want to do? Do I want Thobian to become my husband and be with him for the rest of my life? Could I figure it out? Would all of this be for nothing? My thoughts ramble on and on until I've accidentally pressed on the song title without being aware.

As the music and words drift into my ears, I sigh. Well, that solves the problem, I think to myself sarcastically.

Restarting the song, I sing along, "Yes, I do, I believe that one day I will be where I was, right there, right next to you." I think of Thobian, of the last time I saw him. His hair was disheveled from what we had done, and even though I'm crestfallen with reality, the thought of him creates a beautiful chaos that only he can calm. My eyes close halfway before I sing the next line, "And it's hard, the days just seem so dark.

The moon and the stars are nothing without you," my voice equalizes with the music in my ears.

Thobian's unusual mauve eyes come to mind. The first time I saw them, I thought of a spider, but now, I see lust and longing; what I've seen through the dreams he's given me. I've missed him as much as I hated to admit it, but now, I could care less.

"Your touch, your skin," the waves increase as the winds blows my hair around. I was glad to have put it in a pony tail since it was only the free hairs tickling my cheeks. "Where do I begin? No words can explain the way I'm missing you." My eyes search for a splash or a tail, something to indicate I wasn't along, just singing to myself. I wanted Thobian to hear me, and I was afraid I was too late.

I did my best to tuck in my legs, shifting so I was getting ready to sit on my knees. My hands touch the wet rocks beneath me to steady myself. "Deny this emptiness, this hole that I am inside. These tears, they tell they're own story," the water was soaking my clothes but I didn't care. Why when I didn't need them. I never find a flick of a green tail or the gleam of his lavender irises, but I knew if I stayed out here long enough, he would find me.

"Told me not to cry when you were gone," I held out the note. "But the feeling's overwhelming; it's much too strong.."

I take a deep breath, giving it all my focus as I sing for Thobian. I needed him to hear me, so I had to be loud, loud enough to be heard over the crashing waves. "Can I lay by your side?" My heart began to pound in my ears. The sun beating down on my face was harsh, yet the splash of the rushing waves soothe the burn. "Next to you, you." I remove an earbud when I sudden splash comes from out far in the lake, almost near the waterfall at the end. A smile jumps to my lips, and I immediately try my best to be louder.

"And make sure you're alright. I'll take care of you. I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight," I deepen my voice, my heart picking up. Hopefully Thobian will recognize the lyrics of the next verse. My breath catches in my throat when I see the flicker of his tail against the waves.

"I'm reaching out to you, do you hear my call?" Tears prickle from the back of my eyes as I recall the last time I was singing this verse. I was alone, cold, and afraid. Now, I had a purpose. "This hurt that I've been through," I mentally prepare myself to begin the climb on the scale.

"I'm missing you, missing you like crazy," the water drops mix with my tears as I listen to his gorgeous voice once more, and not in a dream. I search the waters for his tail as we continue, "You told me not to cry when you were gone."

I had assumed he didn't know the rest, that's why I figured he jumped right next to me in the rock. I flinched, blinking as if this were a dream. Thobian huffed as he props himself up with his elbows. Those suddenly dark and vicious eyes narrow in on me. I'm froze with his stare, afraid for my insecurities becoming true more than my life at this point, because let's face it; I wouldn't be out here without knowing, and not caring, that I could be killed at any moment and never heard of again.

It's when Thobian's head raises that I see the disappointment and betrayal in a deeper sense.

"But the feeling's overwhelming, it's much too strong.." I answer him with hope in my cracking voice. I hoped he missed me as much as I missed him. I wanted him badly, and not just sexually. He could hold me together, piece by piece, and I would let him. "Can I lay by your side, next to you, you?" I didn't dare reach out and touch him like I wanted to, but I did lean forwards and bowed before him, showing him I wanted to be his.

He hisses at me, a claw slamming down on the rock as Sam Smith coaxes me go keep going. "And make sure you're alright. I'll take care of you," our eyes, all six, connect and I notice him soften his gaze, "I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight—"

I never finished the song because Thobian steals a kiss from my lips. His hands grab me, and I'm too stunned to react while he dives into the waves. Before it's too late, I suck in a breathe before hitting the surface. Underwater was so quiet, I could barely hear a thing. Thobian's tail coils around both of my legs, almost fusing my thighs together. Our tongues battle one another, but I let up. His webbed palms touch my cheeks as he pulls me closer to his muscular body.

When he pulls away, I make the mistake of gasping for air. "My naughty seahorse... Leaving me in my wanton state," Thobian purrs against my skin. I have no choice but to moan when his dick rubs against my sweats.

I've blinked a million times as my racing heart calms; I'm breathing underwater like last time. My panic is pushed away from my thoughts when Thobian's lips latch onto my neck as he skims the edge of my t-shirt. Before I know it, he's ripped the shirt and bra to shreds. I'm bare before him and in all my glory. Liberty seeme in my grasp, but I was homefree when Thobian nibbles on my nipple and pinched the right one. Another moan escapes my lips. I felt betrayed by my own body.

Thobian spins me around and pushes my body towards the rocks covered in algae and weeds. I gasp, my breasts hitting the cool, rough surface and biological life growing beneath the surface of Lake Serenity. His claws linger over my spine, tracing the outline of my body. I shiver, caving my torso in and away from his touch. My teeth catch my bottom lip as soon as Thobian hisses, ripping apart my sweats and underwear. I groan when two of his fingers dip into my core.

"You're ready for me, aren't you, (Y/N)?" Thobian addresses me by my name. I unconsciously lean my head back and moan. His free hand grabs my ponytail with a jerk. "Tell me, how many males took my sweat nectar from you? How many did you let drive into you like I do!" He snarls. His tail prevents me from opening or closing my legs.

Thobian shoves me further onto the rock, pushing a knee onto the flat surface. I grunt at the sudden animosity of his grip. Part of his tail has coiled around my other leg, opening my cunt even more. Being exposed to the cold water was different, and I shiver, blinking, with my cheek on the rocks. With no warning, Thobian drives himself into my awaiting pussy. I groan. Thobian doesn't allow me to adjust to his cock or his pace as he dips in and out of me. His life seems to depend on fucking me into oblivion at the moment.

Thobian snarls with each thrust, growling ferociously above me. I don't bother to stop him in any way, just laying down while I can and enjoying all the pleasure he gives me. I was happy enough I could have him again. Thobian changes the rhythm up and jerks me back by my hair as I begin to bounce against him. I don't stop the moan coming from my mouth, nor do I stop my wandering hands. I fondle my breast until dipping a hand to my clit. My thighs spread even wider, if that was possible, as I rub myself faster and harder. I whine and whimper, wriggling against Thobian's arms as he pounds his thick cock through my slick walls.

He stretches my pussy so much, I feel his dick pulse a few times into my womb. For those sinfully euphoric thrusts, I found oblivion. I couldn't speak properly to give Thobian a heads up about my incoming climax. There's nothing in the water for me to grab onto unless it's the weeds. His arms suddenly wrap around my torso, lifting me from his body to slam me right back down. I cry out several times, feeling pain mix with pleasure.

"Ugh.. nn, Thobian," I grunt out breathlessly. Small air bubbles disappear to the surface as I begin to lean forwards and boost myself against the algae covered rock.

Thobian nibbles on my ear, naughty whispers tickle my earlobes, inspired by our current state. "Oh, yes, my little sea horse.. oh, fuck, yes! So good," he huffs, pushing our bodies against each other, onto the rock. At first, I jerk from the sudden slimy appendage slithering over my jaw. "Mm, you've been a bad wife. I'll have to show you what that costs you..." I could hear the smirk when he spoke, and I became wetter from his deep voice. A moan escapes my mouth at his words.

A claw drifts between my thighs and touches my sensitive core. Thobian takes complete advantage and massages me at a rapid pace. I moan loudly, my eyes rolling back into my head as my legs help me stick my ass out and thrust myself into him. My body seemed to crave for his dominance, and as much as I wanted to turn around and take control, my mind was too far into euphoria to register what to do. The once cool water has become warm around us, and I can only estimate it's because of our senseless fucking.

His hips roll with mine, and I manage to shimmy my way to my clit. I forgot his claws were down there already, and as soon as I came in contact with Thobian's claws, there's a hiss in my ear. His hand grabs my wrist and forces me further into the rock as he pulls me towards him even more. I groan as my cheek is smashed into the rough surface, but ignore the pain when Thobian suddenly pulls out.

"Nuh-uh, my sexy little sea nymph." Thobian purrs. I whine, nudging my ass and hand towards him needily. "You don't deserve it right now," he growls darkly.

With a burst of strength, Thobian twists me around to face him. Gasping at the switch of positions, Thobian takes his chance to suction cup to my breasts. He buries his face between the two buds, purring and hissing like a cat would. My ass sat on the slimy rocks as he split my legs wide apart. My eyes widen when he strokes himself, lustfully staring into my eyes. My breathe was taken away at the sight of an erotic, tempting scene floating before my irises.

It was as if some ancient force knew of my darkest fantasies and filed them all into one, which creates Thobian. He was perfect in every way, even with his four eyes and a tail. He might be cruel and vicious, but that's his nature. Thobian's dangerous just as he is alluring.

The familiar build up of frustration, lust, and need flares deep within my core. It takes everything I have to keep from finishing right there. Thobian bend over me, nipping the skin around my chest. His forked tongue flickers across the sensitive skin. Thobian allows me to run my hands through his hair, all the while, he picks up his pace, slamming into me. I moan heavily, extending my neck and arching my back just a little bit each time Thobian decides to quicken his thrusts and slowly exit my pussy. I was swollen, and could already tell there would be no mercy.

As Thobian nuzzles into my neck and murmurs against my skin, I hiss at his fins while they tickle my thighs. My eyes never open, and if they did, I'm pretty sure all I'd see is the green, underwater growth. Thobian hits a spot inside me twice in a row. I moan, rutting my hips spastically towards his. My pelvis barely lifts from the rocks because of Thobian's thick, sexy body.

"Th—Thobian... Right there.. right, right there. Oh," my voice carries out further than I imagine.

Just as he began to spill his seed inside of me for a second time in our lives, I quiver and moan, aching onto is dick when I cum. I'm consumed in pleasure, lost in a vast sea of his hair and fins. My thighs shake as he braves in, never loosing pace. I have no control of my voice as my body became a slack, twitching mass beneath him, clinging for breath. My eyes lazily open to see sharp teeth and blood. His hand draws up to his over-extending mouth and consumes the convulsing organ.

My eyelids flutter open as I choke, arching forwards. My eyes begin to water and my vision is blurrier than fuck as Thobian hugs me to his chest. Those bright eyes glow brighter as he smiles with a crooked gleam in his four eyes. Blood bubbles into our faces, and I open my mouth to speak, only for more of the red substance to escape my body. I panic when everything suddenly goes black, then I am barely able to move.

The last thing I hear before I take my last breath is; "You should have stayed the first time, my naughty little sea horse."

.....

Something touches my hips. It lingers there before dipping into my core.

"Uh.. nn," I prepare to open my mouth.

Something else flutters against my arms, trailing up to my neck. Sharp teeth nibble onto my neck.

"You're awake," a deep, beautiful voice echoes through my ears.

When I'm able to flutter my eyes open, I see four glorious irises blink at me. A vicious smile glares at me with pearly whites as I feel a slimy tail wrap around me. I rise from where I lay, and look around to see green in different shades. The male, obviously the one with the tail, removed himself from my side to swim in front of me. A claw leisurely rubs against my red scales, swiftly dipping into the center of my body. My head's thrown back and I release an exaggerated hiss.

My tongue snags on my sharp teeth, and my eyes soon land on those lavender orbs. His forest green fins purposely rub against mine, lingering as he tries to caress my cheeks. I hiss, swiping his hand from my skin. "Who are you?" I seethed darkly. The male's eyes widen, and for a moment, he softly uncoils from my body.

"It worked," he spoke, more to himself rather than to me, "it truly worked." A bright smile glows upon his lips and he engulfs me in a hug. We end up twirling in the water at his expense before I push him away. The smile falls as he slows, yet his tail tightens around mind. "I am Thobian, my tempting nymph," his eyes glance over me lovingly. Those claws softly rake against my skin, sending strings of pleasure to my core.

I open my mouth, spilling out a sigh of euphoria.

Thobian's eyes darken at the sound of my longing pleasure. His lips kiss at my neck, and as I attempt to push hims away, he swiftly whispers to me, "You're my (Y/N), my beautiful seahorse, my wife." Thobian announces loudly, and proudly, before sealing my words with a kiss.

After a moment, I decided to kiss him back, trying to replicate the same amount of passion he apparently holds for me.

<<published 08.14.19>>

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