#I actually did this a week ago so I’ll have a new one shortly

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Part 18 of drawing my reads was Fable by Adrienne Young

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Day 11: Reflections in the Waves (of Pleasure)

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Words: 1947 CW: Mirror Sex, PiV, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Long-Suffering Sebastian, Voyeurism Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader Prompt(s): Mirror Sex | Oral

Notes: The urge to have Sebastian call himself ‘one hell of a butler’ was strong but I did resist. Not enough to keep it out of the notes, though…

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“The mirror you requested has finally arrived, Monsieur le Comte,” Sebastian said when he entered the room, delivering the day’s mail to the vampire noble as he normally did. “Masters Napoleon and Leonardo helped me bring it upstairs to le Mademoiselle’s room.”

Comte smiled, pleased. “Thank you, as always, Sebastian,” he replied. “I always appreciate your hard work. I’m sure it was heavy.”

Sebastian bowed and left the room, promising to bring up tea shortly. “There’s no need,” Comte said, standing up and shrugging on his long overcoat. “I’ve a few things to do before she gets home, so I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

For the first time this month, you were actually doing your job. You had left with Isaac earlier this morning to do the shopping. Conveniently, the mirror had come in not long after you left, so it was still a surprise.

Comte immediately made his way to your room, pushing open the door to inspect the craftmanship. Normally he’d show a bit more decorum; Comte was a gentleman, truly, and would not deign to enter a woman’s room without knocking first. However, he needed to make sure the piece was up to his lofty standards before you got home to see it.

A few weeks ago, you had made an offhand comment to le Comte about not having a mirror quite long enough to be able to see your shoes with your dress unless you were standing far away, and even then you could barely see due to the distance. Comte’s eyes widened incredulously. How had he not considered that would be an issue? This was a travesty!

Thus, in true Comte de Saint-Germain fashion, he had immediately contacted a metalsmith and commissioned a large, gilded mirror. The thing was truly a work of art; it was nearly large enough to cover an entire wall, and richly decorated in golden filigree and gemstones. The metalsmiths had outdone themselves. The mirror was so grand in its design, it frankly wouldn’t be out of place amongst the treasures of Versailles.

He hoped you would be pleased when you saw it.

Smiling to himself, Comte went to call a carriage. He would meet you in town, treat you to a nice lunch, and bring you home to show you the gift he had gotten you. Maybe he would buy you a few new dresses, too. He had an excuse this time, after all; you needed to try out your new mirror.

Oh, he simply couldn’t wait.

You and Isaac had just finished up the grocery shopping when you heard a familiar tenor call your name from behind.

“Comte?” You asked, turning around, startled. Your eyes were wide, but the smile that broke out across your face was wider when you saw him.

“I thought I would surprise my lovely partner by meeting her in town,” Comte said, walking over to you and kissing your hand in greeting. “It’s good to see you as well, Isaac,” Comte added, turning his smile to the other vampire. “I was going to ask if you’d like to join us for lunch?”

Isaac, true to himself, blushed something fierce. “I thank you, for the offer, but I’ll bring the shopping home. You two have fun.” Before you could so much as protest, the physicist had taken your bags and flagged down a carriage.

You watched him go, feeling somewhat guilty. The guilt was replaced with giddy happiness when Comte tucked your hand into the crook of his elbow. “Allow me to treat you today, ma chérie.”

You finally returned to the mansion a few hours later as the sun was just beginning to set over the woodline. You were somewhat proud of yourself; you had managed to talk Comte down to just four new dresses instead of the ten he had wanted to buy. You had a sneaking suspicion that the vampire had gone ahead and purchased the other six anyway, to be delivered later on, but you would take the small victories when they came.

Comte, ever the gentleman, refused to let you carry a single thing. “What kind of partner would I be if I made you carry the gifts I purchased for you? I’ll not hear a word of it, chérie.”

The guilt you felt before resurfaced when you entered the mansion’s foyer and saw Sebastian dusting the wall sconces.

“Welcome home, Monsieur le Comte, Madame le Comte,” Sebas greeted, adding emphasis to your own name. Your cheeks flushed in a mixture of embarrassment and indignation, the guilt replaced with irritation. Comte chuckled at your side and moved a hand to the small of your back to guide you up the stairs.

“Thank you, Sebas,” Comte said over his shoulder. “We’ll be down for dinner later this evening.”

“Yes, I’m sure you will,” Sebas muttered under his breath. If le Comte heard him, he made no indication of it.

When you had made it to the residential hallway and stopped in front of your door, you knew something was up. Usually, you would join le Comte in his own chambers for the evening since his suite was far more spacious. The only true downside was the way Leonardo would sometimes barge in, though the Italian polymath had taken to knocking before entering as of late.

You briefly wondered why.

Before you could go further down that line of thought, you shook your head. “Abel,” you addressed your partner. “What did you do?”

Le Comte smiled elusively. “Whatever do you mean, ‘what did I do’? I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific, chérie.”

You rolled your eyes. “You met me in town. Took me to lunch. Bought me more dresses. Let me win an argument over how many dresses you were allowed to buy me.” You raised an eyebrow. “And now we’re back at my room. You never bring me back to my own room unless you’ve plotted something.”

“Don’t I?” Comte asked innocently. “Can’t I spoil my darling partner with a spontaneous date just because I felt like it?”

“You can,” You conceded. “But you don’t.”

Comte just laughed, gesturing to your door. You eyed him suspiciously but obeyed him anyway, opening the door. Immediately, your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. “You didn’t,” you accused, turning back to him. “Really?” You asked.

Comte followed you inside and shut the door behind him, locking it. “You said you couldn’t see your shoes in the other one. That, mon amour, was inexcusable.”

You just shook your head. Two of Comte’s favorite things were spoiling you and fashion. He particularly enjoyed spoiling you with fashion. You supposed you weren’t really surprised that this was something he viewed necessary. You sighed and conceded.

“Thank you, Abel,” you smiled. “It’s beautiful. I suppose this is why you insisted on the dresses?”

“And also why I agreed to only four,” Comte added, pulling you to him for a peck on the lips. “I feared ten would have been far too obvious.”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly and leaned in for another kiss, which Comte was all too happy to give. The kisses quickly grew hotter and heavier. You parted your lips and Comte eagerly teased your tongue with his, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you closer. He squeezed your ass and you gasped into his mouth.

Your eyes lazily drifted open and you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. You flushed and pulled away from Comte, your palms flat on his chest. He looked down at you curiously.

You cleared your throat awkwardly before whispering, “the mirror.”

Comte raised an eyebrow.

“I can see us,” you grumbled. He chuckled lowly, sending heat pooling in your belly.

“I hadn’t purchased this mirror with quite that intention in mind, but,” he smiled deviously. “That’s another good use for it.”

Ten minutes later found Comte seated in your desk chair, his front to your back, buried to the hilt inside of you. He had his arms under your knees and was lifting you up and down on his cock. He had spread your legs wide, leaving your cunt on full display in the wall-sized mirror. You bit your lip as he moved you, his length gliding smoothly in and out of your body.

“Look at yourself, chérie. See how beautiful you are when you’re taking my cock?”

Your original hesitance was long gone; instead, your eyes were fixated on the lewd sight of him disappearing within your entrance. Comte’s cock glistened in the candlelight, your slick coating him thoroughly as he sunk deep inside you with each movement.

Your eyes briefly flickered up to the reflection of his face. Comte smiled coyly at you as you did so; the vampire was far more interested in watching your face as you took him, your eyes glazed over in lust and your mouth falling open in pleasure.

His lips drifted to the sensitive flesh underneath your ear and he kissed there. You shuddered, your legs involuntarily falling wider as he did so. Comte chuckled, his breath ghosting over the lobe of your ear. He took the lobe between his blunted teeth, careful to avoid breaking the skin with his fangs. Comte nibbled there before dragging his lips down the side of your neck, his fangs barely grazing the flesh.

You cried out in pleasure as the vampire latched onto your skin, sucking harshly on the flesh there without piercing it. An orgasm ripped through your body like the incoming tide as he slammed you harshly down on his cock. Your eyes focused on where your bodies were joined as he too met his climax, his groan resonating against your skin. You watched as your cunt pulsated, drawing twitch after twitch from Comte’s length. Each pulse of his cock resulted in a flood of warmth deep inside you. He drove himself somehow deeper with a grunt, his sweaty forehead falling against the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

After what felt like an eternity, Comte pressed a kiss to your shoulder and slipped from within you. What followed was a trickle of fluid, a mixture of his own come and your slick, dripping out of you and onto his softening cock. You inhaled sharply.

Comte laughed breathlessly, slowly lowering your legs. “I think we found something new you like, non, ma chérie?”

“Fermez-la,” you snapped at him petulantly.

His laugh just grew louder.

Sebastian knew better. He truly did.

Rather than prepare a full meal, the butler resigned himself to his fate. Steeling himself, he prepared a few cold cut sandwiches and placed them alongside a bottle of Rouge on a silver serving tray. Carrying them upstairs, he repeated his mantra in his head.

All he had to do was leave it outside the door. He didn’t have to see them. He didn’t have to hear them.

He hoped.

He breathed in deeply. He can do this.

He was a fantastic butler. So what if his employer was sleeping with his coworker? He can maintain decorum and -

“Look at yourself, chérie. See how beautiful you are when you’re taking my cock?” Comte’s voice drifted through the crack of the door.

Sebastian swallowed thickly.

Luck was not on his side today.

Sebastian didn’t fancy himself much of a voyeur, but-

He shook his head. No. He was not getting into those thoughts.

He quickly, but neatly, placed the tray outside the door. Standing up and straightening his bowtie, Sebastian retreated back to the safety of the kitchen, pointedly ignoring the tightness in his pants.

So what if he later purchased a smaller, floor-length standing mirror for his own personal use?

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Take a Bullet For You ~ Mafia! Bucky Barnes

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot! This is a mafia alternative universe

You just moved into the New York area to open your coffee shop under your apartment. You knew it was insane to move into an area where one of the roughest mafia gangs resided. The big mafia leader was named James Barnes nicknamed Bucky the Sniper. You knew all of this but continued to move in and set up shop. You didn’t think he was near. 

While you were moving in, Bucky was watching from across the street with his right hand man, Steve. From what he gathered was that you were just a coffee shop owner but he still was intrigued you picked a shitty neighborhood. You seemed confident even though most of your customers would be his mafia. 

“Why are we watching her?” Steve asked. “She’s not important to what we need done.”

“She’s interesting.” Bucky said. 

“Oh no! Don’t get all lovey dovey on me. She wouldn’t walk two seconds in our direction.” Steve snapped.

You continued to set shop up so you could open in the next few days. You opened the shop two days later and a bulky gruff man was your customer. You figured you’d see sketchy people but not the head of the mafia game. He was wearing all black. Combat boots, leather jacket, tighter jeans. 

“Good morning. How may I help you?” You asked, feeling a bit of nervousness settling in. 

“Just a cup of black coffee with a spoonful of sugar ma’am.” He said as he put a $20 on the counter. 

“Okay let me get your change.”

“Wait. Just keep it. You’re new, arntcha?” The guy said. 

“Just moved in a few days ago. I’m Y/n. You must be Bucky the Sniper?” You said putting two and two together.

“You’re not scared?” He asked. 

“At first. But you haven’t done anything to make me think worse of you.” You mentioned before pouring his cup of coffee. 

“You’re definitely different. Not in a bad way of course.” Bucky said nonchalantly before taking his cup to leave. “I’ll be around Y/n.”

You watched Bucky leave the coffee shop. You knew from this moment that nothing would be the same. You did not think you’d meet the mafia leader so soon but c’est la vie I guess. 

But you did not know that you had infiltrated Bucky’s head. For some reason he couldn’t get your e/c eyes filled with wonder. He couldn’t help it. Something about you attracted him. He would tell the rest of the mafia to protect you. 

You wouldn’t notice this in the week. An opposing mafia team tried to kidnap you but before they could even act, Bucky’s mafia members got rid of them. What did make you question is a guy asked for your number at the shop within the same week and never called back. But Bucky was always your first and last customer. 

It had been a week since this and it was a Thursday night. You were closing up shop when Bucky came in groaning. 

“Oh Bucky, I was wondering when y- what happened to you?” You yelled as you heard a few more gunshots. 

A blonde haired guy and a dark skinned guy came in. They were panting. The blondie looked at you. 

“Do you know first aid?” He asked. 

“I d-do.” You stuttered. 

“Then get to work.” He snapped. 

“Steve, quit scar-scaring her.  Just focus on protecting us.” Bucky coughed. 

“Bucky is right. She knows what to do. That other mafia will be here shortly.” The dark skinned guy snapped. 

“Sam, have any of the others called?” Steve asked. 

You quickly ran to the back to grab the first aid kit. As you ran back, Steve and Sam were outside with a few others. Gunshots rang out as you sat by Bucky’s side. 

“I need to remove your shirt.” You said softly. 

“Already undressing me sweetheart.” Bucky drawled out but took off his shirt. 

“Oh shut it.” You snapped but chuckled a bit. 

“Good. Keep that smile. I’ll be okay with you.” Bucky said as he placed his hand on your thigh. “After this, we are going to finally have that date.” 

“Wh-what?!” You exclaimed before washing his wound. 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice my affections.” Bucky teased as you pulled the bullet out that was lodged into his side. “Warn me next time!”

“How about not throwing surprises out?” You said as you grabbed the disinfectant. “Okay this will sting.” 

Bucky hissed for a minute as you continued to clean. The gunshots slowed down and finally stopped. You helped Bucky sit up as Steve and Sam came back in. 

“We told the others to go home. Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked. 

“I’ll be better shortly. I still have to discuss some things with Y/n.” Bucky said as Sam cackled. 

“Are you going to quit acting like a lovesick puppy?” Sam cackled. “Hell that bullet was suppose to hit her but you got in the way.”

“What?” You exclaimed. 

“I guess that’s our cue to leave.” Steve said as he was pushing Sam out the door. 

“So when were you going to tell me that?” You questioned as Bucky shakily stood up. He laughed softly as you saw a warm blush appear on his face. 

“I guess I should explain that.” Bucky said. “I was trying not to fall for you. But when I did, the other mafias saw you as a toy or token to me.”

“So you just decided to take the bullet?” 

“Aren’t we forgetting the whole “taking you on a date”? I would take any bullet for you to be safe. I have fallen for you.” Bucky explained as your face flushed with heat. 

Bucky pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheek. You smiled at him and squeezed his neck for a hug.

“After you heal, you can take me on that date anytime.” You said as you felt him squeeze back. 

You felt Bucky chuckle against the hold. You two broke the hug and Bucky began to leave. You felt a piece of paper in your back pocket. It was his number but before you could say anything, Bucky had left. 

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Personal Matter: Chapter 2

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Pairing: Matthew Casey x reader

Summary: Boden and the rest of 51 find out the big news

Words: 688

Warnings: sex (mentions), pregnancy (lmk if there’s any I missed)

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He led the way to Boden’s office, where your Battalion Chief was filling out paperwork.

“Chief, do you have a minute?” Matt asked.

“Sure, have a seat,” he gestured toward you both.

“I need to tell you something,” you announced, sitting down across from him.

“Ok,” he put his pen down and folded his hand on his desk.

“I found out this morning I am pregnant.”

Boden looked almost as shocked as Matt did when you told him.

“Yours?” Boden asked, pointing to Matt.

Matt nodded with the biggest smile you’d ever seen. 

“How long has this been going on?” 

“It was one night off shift a few weeks ago. I found out this morning and now I’d like to be transferred to OFI.”

Boden thought for a moment.

“What if you stayed at 51 and worked in the bullpen? We’ve been backed up for months, you’ll report directly to me, I think it would work out. What do you think?”

“I think that would be amazing, thank you chief.”

“Then I’ll keep you here at 51. Does anyone else in the house know?”

“Brett knows, but I’d like to tell everyone at the morning briefing, so please-“

“Yes, yes, of course. Congratulations.”

“Thank you Chief,” Matt interjected.

Boden’s phone rang and by the look on his face, you knew he had to take it.

“We’ll let you go Chief,” you announced, standing up, “thanks again.”

Matt followed behind you as Boden nodded, picking up the phone.

“This is actually gonna work,” you laughed, hugging Matt’s arm.

“Of course it’s gonna work,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Kelly peeking into the bullpen, so you pulled away from Matt to not bring up suspicion.

“Briefing room, 5 minutes,” Matt told Severide.

“Thanks, Case.”

You led Matt into the briefing room, keeping a distance as to make sure it seemed like you weren’t just loving on each other a couple moments earlier.

Boden followed shortly behind to get the meeting started.

“One thing today, folks,” he announced, quieting the chatter, “one of our own has an announcement to make.”

Chief looked at you as you stood up.

“As of today, I’ll be transferring off 81 for a bit and into the bullpen.”

A cloud of ‘what?’ and ‘why?’ erupted, to the point you stood on your chair to get the house to quiet down. You exchanged looks with Matt, and you finally decided to tell the house.

“Honestly? I did a thing a couple weeks back and I probably should stop riding the truck for a little while,” you laughed, “wouldn’t want to be nine months pregnant and running circles around all you at a call.”

“Congratulations” came from every corner of the briefing room.

“Squad 3, dive rescue, Navy Pier,” dispatched announced. 

Severide and the rest of squad 3 leapt out of the room to their call.

“Dismissed,” Boden sighed.

You left the briefing room quickly and Stella followed behind you. Once in the bunk room, she caught up with you.

“Girl!” She exclaimed, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just found out this morning,” you laughed.

“Whose is it?”

“Casey’s,” you whispered.

“You slept with Casey?”

“It was one night a couple weeks ago after we both had a few too many at Molly’s.”

“You had sex at Molly’s?” 

“No,” you laughed, “he came back to my place.”

“Oh,” Stella laughed, “I mean I wasn’t gonna judge, Kelly and I have had a few good times there.”

“Well that’s something I definitely didn’t need to know.”

"Sorry," she smirked. 

——

After at least 7 calls over the rest of your shift, you were packing up your bag again, but this time to go back to your warm bed.

Matt caught up with you as you reached your car.

“We still good for tonight?” He asked.

“Of course, 6 right?”

“Already made the reservation.”

“Thanks Matt.”

“I’ve got a construction job all day today. See you tonight.”

He smiled and walked towards his truck. You loaded your bag in the back seat of your car and drove towards home.

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Okay love how An Ungodly Dream started!!!

Thank you for taking my request into consideration, I love it, of course I would like a little more angsty part, you can take as much time as you like, I'm in no hurry and neither should you💜💜

Here’s part 2! This one gets pretty angsty. Warning: Mentions of demons/demon activity, Death, Also gets suggestive. PART 1 HERE

An Ungodly Dream

Even if you had 1,000 chances to guess how you’d be spending a Thursday night you never would’ve guessed sitting in your living room talking to a demon but here you are. “Soooo Yoongi, were you born a demon or how did this happen?”, you asked unsure if that was even okay to ask but you weren’t sure about boundaries when it came to demons. He chuckled, “It’s kind of a long story but no I wasn’t born a demon. I actually signed a contract with this guy and in exchange for him doing something for me I agreed to become one his servants.” You nodded unsure of what your next question should be.

Yoongi could tell that you had a lot more on your mind. He began, “Look Y/N there’s a lot about this you’ll never understand but I’ll try to make it as simple as I can. About six years ago I was really in love with this girl. She was my everything. One day she passed out at home and after they ran some tests in the emergency room they told us she had incurable brain cancer and was given three months to live. I was devastated and I knew I’d do anything to not loose her.” He ran his hands over his face and sighed. This story was clearly hard for him to tell but he continued anyways, “One night shortly after that, I went to a bar to try and drink away the pain. While there I met a man who told me his name was Jin. He said he could take away any pain in the world in exchange for something small. He had my attention so I followed him to a back room. He pulled out a piece of paper that I didn’t really understand but at the time I didn’t really care. He basically said he would heal my girlfriend so that she’d be cancer free and all I had to do was agree to work for him. In my drunken grieving state I didn’t even ask any questions, not even how he knew about the cancer when I never even told him that. I signed the paper and before I could say anything else he was gone. Well a week goes by and I assume it must’ve just been a drunken dream because nothing has happened. Then we go to my girlfriends appointment and there are like nine doctors from all over the world. One of them pulls up her brain scan from the day before and tells us how the cancer is completely gone. They’ve never seen anything like it before and it’s a medical miracle that she was cancer free. I was ecstatic. The love of my life was healed and no longer weeks from death. I didn’t even think about the contract that I signed. So a couple weeks go by and I come home from work and hear a strange sound coming from the bedroom. I gently pushed opened the door and saw my girlfriend in bed with another guy. When I confronted them she told me that she had a new lease on life or some bullshit like that and didn’t want to be tied down to one person any more. So I packed a bag and went back to the bar to drink away the heartbreak. That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Jin standing there. He told me how he had held up his end of the contract and now it was my turn. So I’ve spent the last six years doing his bidding all for a girl who in the end didn’t even love me and I have no way out of it.”

You were speechless. Yoongi’s eyes didn’t move from the the coffee cup on the table in front of him. After some time you reached out and grabbed his hand, “I’m really sorry that happened to you Yoongi. I really am.” He gave you a small smile. “Any other questions?”, he asked trying to change the subject. “Um yeah a ton but I don’t even really know where to begin. What kind of things do you normally do for this Jin guy? Is there anyway for you to break the contract? Maybe a lawyer or something?” Yoongi chuckled at that, “Do you really think there are lawyers that specialize in demon contracts? No there’s no way out. Either fulfill the contract or cease to exist basically. As far as what I do. I do a little bit of everything. I’m a master of all trades.” There was that cockiness again that you hated but also kind of found attractive. He continued, “It depends on why I was summoned or what Jin had planned for me. Sometimes I’ll make deals with people and have them sign contracts to lure them in. Sometimes I’ll be an incubus if that’s what is requested of me.” You cleared your throat unsure if you want to ask your next question or if you’re just scared of the answer. You forgot that he can read minds but he answers before you can even ask. “I only physically hurt people if I’m commanded to by Jin. He’s like my boss. It’s rare for that to happen though. He mostly only cares about getting people to sign away their lives. The more contracts he has the more powerful he is.”

You nodded in acceptance of his answer feeling a little better. You had so many more questions but decided that it was late and he had opened up enough for the night. “So do you sleep or how does this work?”, you asked unsure of yourself. Yoongi smiled, “I can sleep. I don’t have to but sometimes it’s nice to just relax and pretend to be fully human again.” You awkwardly chuckled being reminded that this beautiful man in front of you was not actually human any more. “Go to sleep Y/N. I’ll be alright out here. We still have a lot to discuss tomorrow.”, he smiled over at you. You nodded and began walking back to your bedroom before turning around, “Goodnight Yoongi.” He smiled back at you, “Goodnight Y/N.”

Somehow you managed to fall asleep for a few hours before your alarm went off signaling you it was time to get ready for work. You quickly showered and changed eager to find out what your new demon roommate was up to. You weren’t expecting to walk into the kitchen and find a large breakfast prepared for you including pancakes, blueberry muffins, an omelette, and fresh squeezed orange juice and hot coffee. “Morning sleepyhead”, Yoongi smiled before handing you a mug. “I didn’t know you could cook.”, you said happily taking some coffee. “I used to be human or did you forget already.”, he laughed. You rolled your eyes, “No I didn’t forget. I just didn’t ever expect demons to be this nice. You know, usually they’re more demon-ish.” Yoongi smirked as he sat down next to you taking a bite of a muffin. “Not all demons are like that. Of course there are ‘bad’ demons but a lot of them are like me. We’re just trying to survive after making the choices that we did.”, he said taking a sip of juice. You nodded and silently ate your breakfast.

Yoongi told you to leave the dishes as he’d do them later since he had nothing else to do. You reluctantly agreed before grabbing your purse. “When I get back from work we can talk some more.”, you told him. He nodded before walking you to the door. “Oh and there might be some chicken in the fridge. You know in case you wanted to whip up something for dinner later.”, you said and he chuckled taking your hint. “Yes Dear. Anything else?”, he asked. You shook your head before saying a quick goodbye and closing the door behind you.

The day went by surprisingly quick. It probably had to do with the fact that you couldn’t wait to get home to see Yoongi. Somehow you found yourself actually kind of missing him. So once 5:00pm hit you found yourself rushing home quickly kicking off your shoes by the door and walking into the kitchen greeting Yoongi who was hard at work putting the finishing touches on dinner. “I hope you like it. It’s been a while since I cooked like this.”, he said shyly. “It looks amazing plus anything is better than what I would’ve been able to make.”, you chuckled. Taking a bite of the food you smiled. “It’s so good Yoongi. You’d really make a good husband one day.”, you said not noticing his shoulders drop at the compliment. The two of you ate in silence and then you washed the dishes with Yoongi’s help because he insisted. After you changed into some comfy clothes you met Yoongi who was already sitting on the couch mindlessly watching something on the tv. When he saw you walk in he shut it off, “I’m guessing you want to talk about some things.”

You nodded, “Yeah we probably should.” There was a long silence until you spoke, “How do I release you back since I summoned you on accident?” He bit his lip, “Well there are three ways to do that. The first being that I complete a task for you, it would be the reason you summoned me to begin with. The second is to have you sign a contract and you basically become one of us. The third is we have to wait for the next full moon and on that day we would follow the guidelines in that book you were reading. Looking at our options we’ll probably have to go with the third one.” You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, “I mean we could look at the other options. I know I didn’t intend to summon you but my boss has been a real jerk lately so maybe I can have you go mess with him a little. You know slam some doors. Open all of his kitchen cabinets in the middle of the night.” He laughed, “Y/N I’m a demon. Not a poltergeist. You’ve said it yourself that you didn’t mean to summon me. And there’s no way I’m letting you sign any contract so our only option is number three.”

Nodding in agreement you got up and retrieved the book from your room turning to the chapter on demons. Yoongi helped you flip through the pages before finding what he was looking for, “There that’s it.” You began reading through the pages wanting to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all but at this point nothing shocks you anymore. You checked your phone, “Okay the next full moon is in three weeks.”, you said. “Okay then I guess we’re gonna get to know each other.”, Yoongi smiled. You wanted to say something sarcastic but deep down you felt your heart flutter at the thought.

The two of you spent the following week acting like an old married couple. You’d bicker about minor things only to return back to normal shortly after. He cooked you breakfast and dinner every day and even packed your lunch a couple days. The two of you ended up cuddling on the couch one night after falling asleep leading to you both waking up feeling awkward and confused.

Thankfully it was the weekend so you were able to get to spend more time with each other. It was Saturday evening and the two of you had decided to go out to dinner. Admittedly you maybe put a little more effort into your outfit than you needed to but it was worth it when you walked out and saw Yoongi checking you out. “You look very nice this evening.”, he said offering you his arm to hold onto. “Thank you. You clean up nice yourself.”, you responded. Since the weather was so nice and the restaurant wasn’t too far the two of you decided to walk. As you passed a group of guys standing against a wall Yoongi protectively put himself between you and the men while keeping his arm left arm around your waist. Just as you walked by them Yoongi suddenly stopped and whipped his head around to glare at one of the men wearing a blue baseball cap. “Weren’t you ever taught to respect women asshole? She’s not a toy for you to use as you please.”, he spat. Yoongi grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you away from the men before you could even question him but you assumed the guy had thought something provocatively about you and Yoongi heard his thoughts. You felt a smile creep up at the thought that he felt the need to defend you like that.

Dinner was one of the best nights you’d ever had. Yoongi had lots of stories about things he had done and seen. You listened very closely taking it all in. After dinner the two of you made your way back to your apartment and once inside you let your feelings overtake your brain. The alcohol from dinner probably didn’t help but you instinctively wrapped your hands around Yoongi’s neck pulling him closer to you and placing a kiss on his lips. You waited to see if he’d push you away. When he didn’t you pulled him in again and deepened the kiss. Then you moved to his dress shirt and you started unbuttoning it one by one as Yoongi removed the sweater you were wearing over your strapless dress.

The two of you made your way to your bedroom where Yoongi pushed you down onto your bed before going in for another kiss. The kisses went back and forth moving from your lips to various parts of your body. In-between kisses you managed a whispered, “Yoongi.” Not stopping he mumbled something which you took him as acknowledging you. You placed another kiss to his lips before speaking, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You weren’t sure what you expected. Hopefully for him reciprocate the feelings. At the worst just ignore you and pretend he didn’t hear you. What you didn’t expect was for him to jump back like something had just bit him. “Yoongi what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”, you asked concerned. “We can’t do this Y/N. There can’t be anything between us. We’re not the same and I’m not going to risk you being dragged down with me.”, he said quickly buttoning back up his shirt. “Yoongi I don’t understand. Everything has been so good between us. We can figure something out.”, you said reaching for him. He shook his head taking a step back from you, “No Y/N. It’s not like a long distance relationship or something. This is serious. There are things you just don’t understand. I ruined my life and I have to pay that price. I won’t let that also hurt you.” “Yoongi please. Help me understand. I’ll do what it takes to be with you.”, you cried. You watched at Yoongi opened your bedroom door. He turned around to look at you, “No Y/N. I won’t let you do that. I’m gonna stay in the spare room until the full moon is here and we can follow the protocol to release me. Just stay away from me until then. It’s for your own good.”

With that he walked out and shut the door behind him. You heard the faint click of the door to the spare room shut next to you. Sitting on the bed you began to sob into your pillow. You knew he was right. He was a demon after all and you seemed to forget that little detail. But even after you reminded yourself of that you still couldn’t help but feel your heart breaking at the fact that the man you loved was in the room next to yours but you were never going to be able to have him. Unless maybe you signed a contract of your own…

[cariantha]

Hunger Pains

Book: Open Heart, Post-Series

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Rating: Explicit

Warning: 🔥NSFW, ⛔18+ Only, contains explicit sexual content

Category: Fluff, Smut, Halloween

Word count: 2.6K

Summary: Sawyer is in a bad mood. Ethan helps her calm down.

Prompts:

🫦From Anon: Can I get a fic with Ethan giving MC a love bite or hickey?

☀️From @peonierose: Ethan & Sawyer + “sunshine”

🍬From @jerzwriter: "Actually, I like candy corn!"

Events:

🎃For @choicesoctober event: Costume / Halloween / Vampire / Meme

🥰For @choicesprompts Flufftober 2023 event: I want to take care of you.

“Mr. Cox. An appropriate name for such a dick,” Sawyer thought to herself, blood boiling as she exited Room 513. 

The patient being cared for inside could easily steal the title of “Biggest PITA” away from the infamous Nigel Platt. And only making matters worse, her consultation had been interrupted multiple times by a cocky intern eager to show off. 

Once the door closed behind her, she spun on Dr. Perkins. 

“How many times have we told you not to interrupt when your resident or attending is speaking with a patient? If you do that again, I’ll make sure you are written up.”

Sawyer strode to the nearby nurses’ station to update Mr. Cox’s chart. The obstinate intern followed. 

“How am I supposed to learn anything around here if I’m not allowed to ask questions?” he argued.

“You start by shutting the hell up and listening. Had you done that in the first place, we wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation. If you were really trying to understand something back there, you would have directed your questions to me. Instead, you attempted to conduct a medical history interview on an extremely agitated patient minutes before he went to surgery,” she scolded. 

“This is–”

Her patience was wearing thin, and Sawyer spoke over him. “Jaaackie, get Dr. Know-It-All away from me before I go all Ramsey on his ass,” she demanded through gritted teeth. 

Having caught the exchange's tail end, Jackie looked up from her tablet. 

“I think you just did,” she answered, “and Perkins, the patient in 506, needs a new catheter. Now.”

“But that’s not even my pati-” he complained.

With one harsh look from the Chief Resident, Dr. Perkins finally tucked his tail between his legs and sulked down the hall.

"You're breathing fire today," Jackie quipped as she rounded the desk to leave.

Sawyer ignored her and continued typing furiously on her tablet.

Jackie and Bryce traded places down the hall, getting on and off the elevator.

“Hey, have you seen Brooks? I mean Ramsey. Brooks-Ramsey?” Bryce guessed, unsure what to call his friend since she and Ethan surprised everyone by eloping a couple weeks ago. 

Jackie pointed in the direction of the nurses’ desk. “I hope you brought snacks. She’s in a mood again,” she warned as the steel doors closed between them.

A minute later, Bryce slunk next to Sawyer, bumping shoulders to get her attention.

“Finally. What took you so long?” Sawyer rebuked, shoving the tablet towards him. “Here, take this guy away. And while you have his head open, feel free to poke the part of his brain that disables his speech.”

“Well, aren’t you a pocketful of sunshine this morning,” he teased.

“After a few minutes with this asshole and you’ll understand why,” she said, storming off.

“Annnd, Dr. Ramsey, it is,” he decided. 

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Shortly thereafter, Sawyer sat in the diagnostics office and stewed silently as the team meeting ran over schedule. Her annoyance grew more intense with each passing minute as Ethan and Harper debated, and Tobias egged them on for his own amusement. No longer able to take it, she interrupted. 

“Do you need me? Because, if not, I have patients who do.” 

Her three colleagues snapped their heads in her direction, surprised by the bite in her tone. With raised eyebrows, she looked at the team leader and challenged him to respond. 

Ethan cleared his throat. “Uh, let’s see how the labs come back and continue this discussion when we have more information.” 

Harper and Tobias quickly got out of Dodge as Sawyer stacked her notes and gathered her things. When she stood to follow, Ethan reached for her hand and held her back.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What’s got you so wound up?”

She exhaled deeply, his touch instantly calming her.

“I’m sorry.” Frustrated tears welled in her witch-green eyes. “I'm super cranky. These third-trimester hormones are no joke. My mood the last few days has been…” 

A single teardrop fell down her cheek.

“Come here,” he urged, pulling her into his lap. “It’s been, what?” 

“It’s either been hangry or hornery or both,” she pouted and sagged her shoulders.

Cracking a smile at her dramatics, “I know what ‘hangry’ is, but ‘hornery?’”

“Horny and ornery.”

With a shake of his head, Ethan caressed her swollen belly. “So, what I hear you saying is you’re irritable because you're either hungry or horny…”

“Right now, it’s both,” she interjected, her fingers seductively dancing up his chest.

“And the cure for this condition is to either feed you or fuck you?”

“Look, I’m not saying food and sex would solve all my problems, but it would sure help me calm the hell down,” she admitted with a coquettish grin.

“Well, as much as I’d like to help you satisfy your hunger pains, all I can offer right now is this.” 

Ethan reached for the bowl of Halloween candy on the conference table.

“Boo,” she scowled playfully. Sawyer stood and sifted through the options, “I’ll take the candy corn off your hands and leave the chocolates for you. I know they’re your favorite.”

“Actually, I like candy corn,” he said, ripping a small package open with his teeth and pouring them all into his mouth.

“Seriously?” she asked, surprised.

“My dad loves them. We always had a bowl out during the season. I used to push them up on my canines when I was a kid and pretend I was Dracula.”

“Aw, cute. Well, if that’s true, then I’ll take some of these too,” she reached back into the bowl and stuffed her pockets. “Supposedly, chocolate is a good substitute for sex. Feed two birds with one scone.” 

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A couple hours later, Sawyer was at the lab demanding the results for one of her patients.

“What do you mean it will be another four to six hours? I ordered these tests yesterday!” 

Her raised voice began to draw the attention of others, including her indirect supervisor. Ethan was just finishing a consultation with the hospital’s lead hematologist when he heard the uproar. 

The lab assistant snapped back. “Look, lady, we’re doing the best we can. The tech will run the test when he returns from lunch.”

“Lady?! Do you see this badge? That’s Dr. Brooks to you.” 

Sawyer spewed red-hot anger as she spun on her heels. From several feet away, Ethan could practically feel the heat radiating from her. Her neck and cheeks were crimsoned, and her fists clenched at her sides. 

“That’s enough,” he admonished, taking Sawyer by the wrist and swiftly pulling her into a familiar, dark supply closet.

Ethan loomed over her as he backed her into a corner.  

“I know… I’m sorry,” she apologized. Sad cat-like eyes pleading for forgiveness. 

“This kind of stress isn’t good for you or the baby,” he advised. “This is serious, Sawyer. You leave me no choice but to help you calm down.” The corner of his mouth began to turn up in a sly grin as he ran his hand over her hair. 

“Oh, thank god,” she sighed, crashing into his lips.

“We’ll…have to be…quick…and quiet,” he murmured between desperate kisses.

As Sawyer slipped out of her shoes, Ethan lent a hand, sliding her pants and underwear to the ground. As she stepped out of them, Ethan unzipped his pants and pushed them down to expose his rising need. Their white lab coats provided a curtain of privacy if anyone walked in on them. 

Lifting her up around his waist, Sawyer tried to wrap her legs around him. With several extra inches around her midsection, she had a hard time locking her swollen ankles behind him and finding a comfortable position.

“Ethan, my belly. This isn’t working,” she squirmed under his hold.

Determined to make this work despite the cramped space, Sawyer slid down. She shrugged off her lab coat, turned her back to him, and placed her hands on the wall.  

Ethan took the hint immediately. His hands roamed under her shirt, starting at her sore back. His thumbs applied light pressure as he worked down her spine, earning a few grateful groans. He also spent a few seconds massaging her ass, finishing with a gentle squeeze. 

Closing the small gap between them, Ethan reached around and tenderly appreciated her baby bump. Then, slithering his fingers into the cups of her bra, he ghosted around her sensitive nipples. 

Sawyer felt his breath next to her ear and turned her head to meet him in a passionate kiss, his erection poking and teasing her backside.

Navigating in the dark, Ethan leaned back to align himself with her entrance. “God, Sawyer,” he gasped, easily gliding between her slick folds. “You are so ready for me.”

She looked over her shoulder with a smile and jokingly reminded him of her libidinous mood swings. “What’d I tell you? Me so horny.” 

With an amused shake of his head, he pulled back gently and then began to pump his hips. Slow and soft at first.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good, babe,” Sawyer mewled.

Ethan picked up the pace. He pushed harder and deeper but was careful not to get too rough with his pregnant wife or her precious cargo.

“Ohhhh,” she let slip a little too loud.

“Shhhh, baby,” he breathed heavily, working up a sweat.

As her legs began to tremble, Sawyer kept her hands firmly braced against the wall for support. 

“I’m close… cover… my mouth,” she panted.

With a hand on her hip to hold her close and steady, Ethan reached around with his other and gently covered her mouth. He leaned in and pressed his chest against her back, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. “Let go, beautiful,” he mumbled against the feel of her rapid pulse.

After a couple deep pumps, Sawyer’s whole body shuddered. She moaned her satisfaction into Ethan’s hand. The vibrations pulsing through her body and the warm breath against his palm provoked his own release. Clamping his mouth onto her neck, he muted himself.

The euphoria made her forget all her aches and pains. So, when Sawyer tightened her muscles around Ethan’s still bursting length, it hardly registered when he bit down hard on her throat.

They didn't spend much time basking in the afterglow to avoid getting caught. Ethan gave his wife a loving kiss, and when he was certain she could stand unsupported, he pulled up his pants and helped Sawyer step into hers. 

With a quick peek into the hallway, Sawyer checked to see if the coast was clear. “Hold on… it’s Wen,” she whispered, holding up a hand to halt him. 

When Dr. Wen disappeared around a corner, they exited the supply closet.

“Do you think she heard us?” 

“If she did, I’m sure she assumed it was only one of the ghosts that she believes haunts these halls,” Ethan chuckled. “The more important question is, are you feeling better?”

“Much better, thank you.”

“Well, let’s make doubly sure and head up to the cafeteria for some lunch.”

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Later that night, at home and in the shower, Ethan pushed wet hair away from Sawyer's neck and discovered the frightful bruising.

“Oh, Soe, I’m sorry,” he expressed, carefully skimming his fingers over the bite mark. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Sawyer touched the tender spot and moved around him to see her reflection in his shaving mirror. 

“Oh my gosh!” she laughed as she traced her fingers over the imprints of his teeth. “I married a freakin’ vampire!” 

“I’m sorry. But, hey,” he innocently smiled back in the mirror, “...only a vampire can love you forever.”

He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her neck. “Mwahahaha,” he snarled at her ear before placing a delicate, healing kiss on the love bite.

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The next day, the newlyweds arrived at work hand in hand and walked toward the attendings’ locker room. Pausing just outside the door, Sawyer turned to face her husband. 

“Hey, just a reminder that I volunteered to help in the clinic this morning. Carrick said he would do rounds for me.”

“I remembered,” Ethan said, bending down to give Sawyer a quick but loving kiss on the lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. I’ll see you later,” she returned, reluctantly releasing his hand.

Stepping into the locker room, she spotted a familiar face. Well, sort of. 

“Whoa, that looks soooo good, Elijah. Gross, but so realistic,” Sawyer awed. 

“Thanks! Those in the research department agreed to dress up like lab experiments gone wrong.”

“Well, mission accomplished. And, Happy Halloween, by the way. I know it’s your favorite day of the year.” 

As Elijah excitedly talked about his zombie character - which, of course, was inspired by a new John Carpenter video game - Sawyer tugged on her white coat and checked her reflection in the mirror. 

The bruising on her neck was much more prominent the day after and under the hospital's harsh fluorescent lighting. She tried to adjust her hair and fix the collar of her jacket, but it was no use. She dug through her bag, searching for her makeup case, quickly realizing she had left it at home.

“Shit,” she thought to herself. 

“Aren’t you dressing up this year?” 

Elijah’s question brought her back to the conversation, and an idea popped into her head. 

“About that… do you have any more fake blood?”

“Yeah, there’s a tube in my locker. Help yourself,” he offered on his way out.

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Down in the free clinic, Sawyer examined a very inquisitive eight-year-old who noticed the bite mark and the two drips of dried blood on her neck. 

“Say ‘ahhhh!’” she instructed, using a tongue depressor to check the back of his throat. “Good, no swelling back there.” 

“Doctor! Did you get bit by a vampire?” 

“I’m afraid I did,” she admitted, putting on a bit of an act.

“Was it Dracula?”

“That’s still up for debate,” she laughed to herself, picturing little boy Ethan with candy corn fangs.

“Did it hurt?”

“Uh-uh.” 

“Did he suck your blood?”

“Justin, for goodness sake,” his mother chided and rolled her eyes.

“It’s fine,” Sawyer waved her off.

“Did he make you into a vampire too?”

“No,” turning her back to the young patient and facing his mother, she muttered, “...he just got me pregnant.” The patient’s mother cackled out loud.

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That afternoon, Sawyer was on the fifth floor to check on a patient when she spotted Ethan stepping into the hallway with Esme and her intern. When they were safely out of the patient’s earshot, he wheeled around on the intern and launched into a stern, familiar lecture. 

“...It doesn’t matter that you’re still learning… Whether this man lives or dies is on you… There is no room for mistakes…”

When he finished his tirade, Ethan marched to the nurses’ station and began tapping away on an iPad. 

“Don’t sweat him. He’s all bark and no bite. Isn’t that right, Dr. Brooks?” Esme asked as Sawyer approached the scene. 

Mrs. Ramsey shook her head vehemently. “Oh, no,” she spoke loud enough for Ethan to hear, “he bites alright.” When he looked up with a raised eyebrow, she winked and kept walking. 

A couple minutes later, Ethan’s phone pinged with a text notification.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for potentially having been the reason why the relationship of two of my friends ended?

okay so i know this sounds bad, but i don’t think it’s my fault (at least not entirely).

so this happened 3 years ago almost. at the time, two of my best friends were dating each other. we were all part of a bigger friend group of like 6 people.

I’ll call those two friends who dated sam and jane. (fake names obviously)

The whole friend group was relatively new and only like half a year old when they started dating. i had only known sam for the time that friend group existed, so not very long by then. jane on the other hand, had been one of my best friends since we were both in kindergarten.

jane and i were around 16 then and sam was 15.

i had had a crush on jane for years at this point, but never told her because i always either thought she was straight (so she wouldn’t be into another girl aka she would never be into me) or because she was taken or because i just didn’t want to risk this long friendship ending.

but of info:

sam was (at the time) a cis guy. (sam is now questioning their gender but is leaning towards nonbinary transfem, but that was not yet the case during the time this story happened. so i will be using they/them pronouns for same obviously, but keep in mind that at the time, sam was a cis guy). before sam and jane got together, sam told me they had a crush on me but i rejected them.

jane (at the time) identified as bisexual.

the thing is, all of this happened during covid so sam and jane couldn’t see each other very often, but sometimes when the number of cases in our town went down, the restrictions were lifted. so one day, it was allowed to meet up in smaller groups again. so sam, jane, another friend and i spent the day together in town.

eventually that other friend had to leave because of something unrelated, so i was alone with the other two. sam and jane were in that stage of the relationship were they were very comfortable with each other and kinda already out of the “honeymoon” stage yk?

since i was very close to both of them separately, i didn’t feel like a third wheel there. it was a tiny bit awkward for me, because i did still have that crush on jane, but neither of them knew that.

we were all just kinda talking until the convo turned to like reminiscing about jane and my past since we’ve been friends very long and have been through a lot together. at some point, jane said that she has something to say that i might find weird.

obviously, this made me (and sam) very curious. jane laughed and then said that she used to have a huge crush on me, but was too shy to say that. i was admittedly not unhappy about that, so i told her that i too “used to” have a crush on her. (i lied a bit in the way that i said that was in the past when that crush very much was still there).

then i felt kinda bad, but before i could like backtrack (bc obviously i wasn’t trying to mess with their relationship), sam laughed and said that they wouldn’t mind if i joined their relationship. jane agreed and like kinda officially “invited me in.” (they were not in an open relationship, but apparently both their crushes on me were not so much in the past as i thought lol).

at first i thought that was a joke, but apparently they had kinda talked about that before and while it was spontaneous, it was definitely also a serious offer.

i was however still not into sam, and i didn’t think it was fair if i said yes without actually liking both of them back, so i rejected them awkwardly and went home not long after because i was totally not expecting that and just like totally startled me yk?

shortly after, like a few weeks, jane broke up with sam and said that she realized that she’s a lesbian because of “something that happened recently” and like. she never did say what it was, but one of our mutual friends who i had told about that situation from before, kept insinuating that i was involved in whatever situation jane meant. jane and sam themselves have never said anything like that to me and they are both still friends with each other (and with me, even if jane and i are more distant now).

so it’s very ambiguous if i really had anything to do with the end of their relationship, but that one mutual friend fully thinks that it was at least in part because of me. but like idk. so AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[cafemilk-tea]

➝ request: anon

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“Great work today.” The choreographer nodded to the members, giving them a thumbs up, “Let’s take a break and then we’ll run through it fully one more time.”

Evelyn dragged her tired body over to the back wall, sliding down until she reached the floor and stretched her legs out in front of her. The group had been going nonstop since the peak of the afternoon and needless to say she was dead tired.

The members scattered throughout the room, some staying and resting while others left in search of food to snack on. Scanning the room, she made eye contact with Seokmin who smiled and waved at her, returning to his conversation with Seungkwan and Chan. She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, opting for a little nap before practice picked back up.

“Hey you,” A voice called, their foot nudging her leg to wake her up. Evelyn cracked her eyes open, grinning when she caught sight of Mingyu standing next to her.

“Hi,” She blinked slowly, much like a cat waking up from a nap.

“I’m heading to the bathroom, did you need me to grab you something on the way back, a water or anything?”

“A bed would be nice,” She joked, leaning her head back against the wall and letting out an exhale.

Despite his sore legs, Mingyu squatted down next to her, grabbing her hand to run his thumb across her knuckles.

“Just a little longer and then we can all go home.”

Evelyn hummed with a smile, rolling her head to look at him. They’ve only been officially dating for a few weeks, yet every time she looks at him, her heart bursts with so much love and her stomach instantly flutters with butterflies.

“I wanna stay with you but I really have to go-,” He gripped her hand causing Evelyn to let out a laugh.

“Go before we need a cleanup,” She urged, squeezing his hand back, “I’ll still be here.” She felt him press his lips against hers briefly before standing up and rushing out of the practice room in a sprint.

A chorus of voices interrupted her mind, coming to surround her on the floor.

“Ooh Eunji.”

“Evie and Mingyu sitting in a tree-,” Soonyoung cackled along with Seungkwan.

Evelyn felt a wave of embarrassment flood through her body. It hadn’t even registered to her that the members most likely saw their kiss and that the cat was out of the bag officially. She stuck her tongue out playfully at the two rolling around the floor in their fits of laughter just as Seokmin sat beside her.

“When did this happen? I think I missed a chapter somewhere.”

“Not too long ago actually, the same day you asked about it.” She sighed into a soft smile.

“Ahh look at you go,” Seokmin made a sound of acknowledgement, nudging her with his shoulder, “I’m proud of you.”

“It’s all still new, I don’t want to mess anything up.” She bit the inside of her cheek. One of her biggest fears was messing up this relationship with Mingyu and having to live with losing a first love and friend forever.

“Don’t worry Evie, you’ll be fine,” Seokmin helped her up off the floor just as the choreographer came back into the room, signaling that practice would start back up shortly.

[abellyfulloffriends]

Dear Diary (Part One)

Tero finds his friend's diary when they leave their knapsack at his place. The contents make his heart race.

(Yes, Part One, I'm dragging this one out.)

He shoudn’t look. Maybe just a peek? No, it’s an invasion of privacy! What about the way they look at him? Tero debates with himself as he snatches his friends diary from their forgotten knapsack. One page is all he would read. His heart skips a beat.

Tero flips the diary over to the back, splitting it open and fluttering the pages. He glances down and stops when he sees a longer entry. If he was only going to read one, it may as well be a long one, right? He points his finger down to the paper, and traces as he reads.

I want to be sealed behind his flesh and scales. I want him to eat me, and cradle me in his warm guts. I wonder what a naga’s belly feels like all around me-

Tero covers the words with his hand, clutching his chest with the other. Were they talking about him? He didn’t recall any other naga around? His mind nearly blanks thinking of the implications of the words on this page. Against his better judgment he continues.

-and what it would feel like after being in there for hours. Sometimes I wish when we passed each other in the hall he would pounce on me, wrap me tight in his coils and whisper in my ear about how hungry he is, then swallow me whole without a second thought. Maybe I’ll ask him to come over, for games and pizza, and do it then.

Tero’s heart feels like it stops. It was him. He recalls this clearly. Two weeks ago they did ask him to come over, and while he accepted, he couldn't stay long because it was a work night. His friend had been acting odd the whole time. This is what was on their mind? 

Tero catches himself idly feeling his abdomen. He hadn’t considered eating them before, but now. . ? He looks for another entry, flipping each page, scanning the words for anything that might mention him. He finds a short series of notes, scribbled on the page, frantic lettering with a deep impression to the inked in words.

He doesn’t know what he does to me when he smiles. His fangs are inviting, like a gateway to a comfy home. Yes, I want to make a home in his belly.

I want to start with my feet, so I can watch him consume me, so every moments lasts forever.

I wonder what I taste like? Sweet? Savoury? Spicy? I hope I don’t taste sour at least.

How long would he keep me? A few hours? Overnight? Longer?

It’s actually kinda scary thinking about this. I’m so short he probably doesn’t even need to use his tail, and once I’m in his gullet, he has complete control. Would I even be ready?

Tero snaps the diary closes, and places back in the knapsack. He covers his face, and sighs aloud. “What am I supposed to make of that?” No else is in the room to hear him, but if someone was, they would see the embarrassment plastered on his face. He coils around him self, trying to stop his body from quivering, “What is this. . . feeling?” He hugs his own shoulders, the coldness of his hands contrasting the heat like ice distentigrating on a frying pan.

He had once guessed his friend may have feelings for him, or maybe just an admiration, but this? This was obsession.

Or maybe? An opportunity. Tero has begun to realize just how hungry he was feeling, and how odd it was. It was a new feeling. The muscles in his tail were taught, and he could feel his body surging. His heart was pounding, and his breathing caught in his throat.

Tero picks up his phone and licks his fangs. He methodically dials and shortly, his friend answers.

“You forgot your bag! Why don’t you come over?”

He had to cover his mouth to keep from snickering.

[barrelcat]

Holiday Pickups 2022

Happy New Year!

A little late, but thought I’d share some pickups from right before Christmas to now. 

I’m very lucky to be a mod of a great writing community on discord and this is the second year that we’ve engaged in Secret Santa across the server. @grimbims, who was my Secret Santa, sent me Hades on the Switch! I was also delighted to discover that the physical copy of the game comes with a code for the soundtrack, as well as a small artbook featuring all of the game’s characters. It’s also my first roguelike (again, recalling that whole “broadening your gaming horizon” thing), and while Hades is difficult for my novice skills, it’s a terrible amount of fun. I’m not too bad at it, either. I favor the spear coupled with blessings from Artemis and have made it just past Asterius on Elysium, but that battle of attrition always leaves me struggling to survive afterward. 

Xenoblade Chronicles Definitive Edition is the other game I’m shuffling between right now. I had asked for XC3, but there was a mixup during my gifter’s order and I ended up with this one instead, which may secretly have been what I actually wanted. I know that XC3 is supposed to be amazing, but I like to get the whole story, even if the internet tells me that I don’t need to play 1 and 2 before diving in. I’m about twenty hours deep so far and can confidently say that I’m going to play it to the end. The world and premise are interesting, the characters and story are compelling, even if the dialogue is a bit painful at times (my writer's brain can be overly critical even at the best of times), and the gameplay loop is satisfying. It feels very MMO to me. As an avid FFXIV player, that’s only a good thing. 

I was excited for Harvestella the moment it debuted on the Nintendo Direct back in June of ‘22 (oh my gosh, is that really “back in” already???). Even though I’ve only dabbled in a handful of farming/life simulators, I’ve obsessed over the ones that I have played (minus Stardew Valley - I know, I’m awful, but it just never grabbed me like it did others. Conan Exiles, though? I lost days to that game.) The anime aesthetic coupled with farming and crafting in Harvestella spoke to me like a game hasn’t in a long, long time, and I knew I needed it as soon as it launched. This was later confirmed when I blasted through the Switch demo shortly after. As excited as I was, though, I’ve decided to set this one aside until I finish the first Xenoblade. Then I’ll discover what was really going on with those Seaslights. 

I played Fire Emblem: Three Houses for the first time just a couple months ago. The two weeks I poured into it were gone all too quickly, and while I told myself and friends that I wanted to do a replay for the other endings and storylines, I just couldn’t bring myself to betray Edelgard. After 70+ hours together, her character meant too much to me. Color me excited when I realized that Fire Emblem: Three Hopes was another story featuring those characters, but in the style of the Dynasty Warriors games. (Note: to be honest, I’m not sure what the deal is with the story, but I’m excited to find out!) So once I get to this one, I’m sure it’s going to be another non-stop ride. 

Not gifts per se, but I did pick up a Byleth amiibo with some Christmas Cash, as well as a copy of Fire Emblem Fates: Birthright for the 3DS from the local used game shop. I wanted to get a copy of an FE Fates game so I could download the third not-so-secret storyline to that series, Fire Emblem Fates: Revelations. If you didn’t know, the online shop for the 3DS (and the Wii U, I believe) are being shut down in March of 2023. Apart from purchases made before that date, nothing will be available on those marketplaces to buy or download. Part of a string of odd choices made by Nintendo, recently. 

I’ve been eyeing these books since the newest printing was announced sometime last year. Both volumes of the Encyclopaedia Eorzea are gazetteers of the world of FFXIV, and feature stunning art taken from the game. They’re filled to the brim with world lore, and remind me more of a D&D campaign guide than anything else. I have half a mind to use them to run a game set in Eorzea using these books as source material. Maybe then I can get my group to join me in the MMO. 

This mug is from Etsy and brings me immeasurable joy. It features a memed version of Gaius van Baelsar’s famous line from the end of FFXIV: A Realm Reborn and makes me cackle every time I read it. I actually received two of these in duplicate, a 16oz and a 12 oz. The larger has worked its way into my mug rotation (because we all have a thousand mugs at this point, right?), and the smaller has earned its place among my small-yet-growing FFXIV collection next to my handcrafted moogle (a birthday present from my sister). From his perch, Gaius will always be there to remind me to drink more coffee. 

Probably the coolest gift I received this year was an ocarina from the Nintendo 64 classic, The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of time. I’m not sure if the picture does it justice, but the craftsmanship is stunning. The blue gloss is deep and shines wonderfully under light. It fits perfectly on the shelf with my other Zelda mementos. The box came with sheet music for several melodies from the game, so I’m definitely going to try and learn a couple tunes. Physical items from games like this are the best. I’ll admit, I have a soft spot for action figures, but having something tangible from a game world you’ve invested hours into is so, so cool. 

The final, and arguably largest, pickup for this update is a Nintendo Wii that I was able to find locally on CraigsList for a fantastic price! I didn’t have a Wii when I was younger (well, I did briefly… but that story might be for another time) and I’ve had one on my list for a while. Everything works, minus some battery acid damage on one of the Wii remotes, but I’m going to invest some time into repairing that soon. 

The seller lived about an hour away, so we met halfway at another used game shop that I hadn’t been to before. After the transaction, I popped inside to grab a couple games as well, including Nights: Journey of Dreams and SSX Blur. I read the Nights comics when I was kid, which were Sega and Archie Comics attempting to see if the series could survive the market. They didn’t, unfortunately, but they were a major influencer in my perhaps misguided desire to become a writer, so I’ve always wanted to try the games. As for SSX, Blur is the only one I haven’t played in the series. SSX Tricky on the GameCube was a gaming staple when I was a kid, so I couldn’t pass this one up when I found it. 

All in all, exciting additions to the collection with a lot of games to enjoy. 

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Dinner for Two [Ch. 5]

Non-Idol AU, Chef AU

TW: Language, Descriptions of a Chronic Illness

CW: Food

Genre: Slow Burn Romance, Drama, Light Comedy

Pairing: Chef!Na Jaemin x Reader

YN Pronouns: Not Specified

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[Main Masterlist] | [Dinner for Two Masterlist]

Word Count: 5.6K

Notes: Woooooo now onto some new content!

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

V. Main Course - Meat Entrée

In culinary arts, it would be no exaggeration to call this the most important part of a meal. It is the most memorable, and it is the most important of them all. Oftentimes, a multiple-coursed meal can be used to tell a story, the main dish is therefore more important, as it will exemplify the peak of a Chef's studies and understandings through it's composition and it's presentation. The meat dish tends to be the most extravagant with a wide array of flavors and presentations. Our Chef specializes in this, or so he says.

“Jaemin! You’re home late,” his mother looked up from her needlework and Jaemin just nodded his head.

“I got caught up with a few old friends, is all.”

“Oh, that’s good, I ordered dinner if you’re hungry! It’s in the fridge,” his mother returns to her handiwork. From the looks of it, it seemed to be a rather elaborate floral cross-stitch.

“I just ate, actually,” Jaemin clears his throat. “I’ll eat some tomorrow, if that’s fine.”

“Of course it is, Jaemin. How was your first day back?” She pats the couch next to her, subtly asking him to join her. Jaemin, tired from his day, couldn’t find it in him to say ‘no.’ Within seconds, he had his own needle and frame in hand. “You know, you were always such an introverted child, I used to worry a lot.”

“I bet, but at least I stayed out of trouble,” he traced along the design. “I met the Lees today, actually.”

“Did you? What did you think of them?”

“They’re an interesting bunch.”

“They are, all of them have their quirks, but I think it’s what makes them charming,” his mother chuckles. “I like (Y/N) the most, though, that one takes so much after my poor best friend.”

“Did you know her?”

“I did. Well, actually, I knew Mark’s mother first, we went to school together. The other two before her I never met, and I didn’t get to talk to Jeno’s as much since she passed shortly after Jeno’s birth, then Donghyuck’s mother separated from his father and, well, (Y/N)’s mother stayed for a while. We talked a lot before she separated from Jongsuk.”

“You know this family well, then.”

“Even after Mark’s mother passed, I was still good friends with Jongsuk.”

“That’s good. I get my introverted nature from you, you know.”

“You get a lot from me,” she laughs again. “(Y/N)’s really is like a carbon copy of Mijoo,” his mother sighs. “They’re both hard-headed.” A snicker left Jaemin’s mouth. “So you know, then? They’re both stubborn, but when it comes down to it, they’re caring to a fault. Mijoo was always the rebellious type of person, when she told me about it I was surprised she settled down to have a family. A free spirit like that doesn’t do well with kids, you know,” his mother rambled. “Then, Mijoo did what everyone expected her to do, and she left. She left Jongsuk with that poor child, it must’ve been so hard on little (Y/N), but, hey, I guess (Y/N)’s brothers are enough to fill that void.”

“When I first met them, (Y/N) was the most hostile, very protective,” Jaemin hums.

“Makes sense, then. You should know that (Y/N) helped me the most with moving,” his mother continues. “And I can understand the hostility. From what I’ve heard from Taeyong, (Y/N) had just gotten laid off a week ago, I thought it would be a blessing disguised as a curse since the poor thing’s Mark’s primary care taker, I thought it would be less stress, but I guess not,” his mother finishes. “Oh, but goodness, I probably shouldn’t air out that family’s business to you. Go rest, the trip here must have been exhausting.”

“It wasn’t too bad,” Jaemin shakes his head. Regardless, he placed the finished cross-stitch of the simple rose on the coffee table. “Mom.”

“Yes?”

“How would you describe starting from square one?”

“Well, I suppose that would mean you go back to the beginning? Start at where it started, if that makes sense. For example, when you make a mistake with your stitches here, it’s better to just redo the whole thing, start from square one as you say, and undo the row to keep track of everything and make sure no mistakes were made in the process. It’s a bit repetitive, but it’s worth it.”

“That makes sense,” Jaemin nods his head. “Thanks,” he tells her good night and walks into his room. His luggage were off to the side, ready to be unpacked, but the late time told him otherwise. Instead, he changed and laid down in his bed.

It bothered him, starting from square one. All of those efforts and all of those hours spent on perfecting his talents and now he has to return to square one? He’s almost offended. What could Jeno have even meant by that? Even as he laid down in his room, staring at the low ceilings and seeing the medals off to the side glint with the moonlight, Jaemin wondered. He took his phone out and called the first number on his favorites.

“Hello?” Taeil’s voice was tired. His mentor and his inspiration, Taeil took him in as his own when Jaemin applied to work at the then unknown Morning Dew. He was immediately taken aback by the charm of the small restaurant and even more so by its owner. The small glass topped tables, the cushioned seats, and the sheer curtains, the small restaurant had this perfect air about it that made Jaemin feel like it was home. Since then Jaemin was proud to watch the restaurant grow until it had peaked, and never once did the restaurant itself change, only the dishes served inside of it and the staff that helped to keep it alive.

Then came his loss in the Bocuse d’Or. And then he lost all of that.

“I need some advice.”

“Go to bed, it’s three in the morning, Jaemin.”

“Someone told me to start from square one. What would that entail?”

“Jesus, Jaemin, are you really asking me this right now?”

“Yes.”

“Well, what was the first dish you made?”

“The first one?”

“Yes, it can be anything. Cereal, peanut butter and jelly, what was it? Whatever it is, that’s your square one, kid.” Taeil hung up, leaving Jaemin to his own thoughts.

Square one, square one, square one…

Then, he got it.

~

“Jaemin?! What the hell are you doing here?!” Your eyes squinted in the morning sunlight and you harshly ruffled your hands through your already messy hair. Jaemin looked up from the pan, ready to explain himself to you, but was momentarily awestruck. Did you always look this unkempt this early in the morning?

“I did say I was coming over today,” he muttered after shaking his head. At least have the decency to wake up properly. Maybe fix your hair a little before leaving your room? Or even just fixing your outfit so you don’t look like you just rolled out of bed? Just have some class.

“Yeah! In the afternoon! It’s five in the goddamn morning!” You pointed at the clock on your phone. In your defense, maybe he should’ve been more aware of the time. He simply just couldn’t sleep the night prior. Only six days remained until his ultimate judgement from his mentor and he had to figure out what it was that happened at that competition and how to fix it. “Jesus Christ! How’d you even get in?!”

“Mark let me in.” Jaemin focused on the pan in front of him and moved it around slowly, letting the small cube of butter coat it evenly.

“Mark?!” Jaemin pointed to Mark with his spatula. Mark was situated on the table off to the corner of the kitchen, book in hand while he pushed his glasses up. On the table beneath him was a simple notebook and pen, and scribbled throughout its lined pages were numbers and equations that Jaemin couldn’t bother himself with.

“Morning, (Y/N),” Mark says absently.

“And why the hell are you awake?” You rubbed the side of your head, your hair getting even more messed up.

“I’m always up at this time,” Mark only shrugs. 

“You are?” You shook your head and walked over to the stove. “What are you making?” “Fried eggs.”

“Fried eggs, huh?” You sat at the counter. “Enough for all of us?” You counted the eggs on the counter.

Fried Eggs, aka, square one. It was the first thing his mother had taught him to cook. He could clearly remember the day his mother handed him an egg and asked if he wanted to help her make breakfast. He remembers the gentle way she explained things, the precise measurements she made, and the swift movements while cooking. It was this first time that Jaemin realized he loved cooking. It had to be, at least. He had no further recollection of anything before hand. He cracked the egg and left the yolk and whites on the pan while he reached for the salt and pepper.

“Any requests?” He asks.

“Over medium,” you responded.

“Alright, over easy for Mark, over medium for you,” Jaemin mutters. “You know what the other guys like?”

“Over well for Jeno and Taeyong,” Mark answers. “Ten likes his over easy too, and I think Hyuck likes it sunny side up.”

“Perfect then,” Jaemin chose to work on Mark’s first. He flipped the egg as soon as he got back, it should be ready at the very least, then he has to wait at least a minute for it to be done. Once it was, he prepared it nicely and plated it over rice, handing it to Mark.

“Thanks,” Mark moves it aside. “I’ll wait for the others,” he adds. Ten’s then, best to start with the shortest cooking times and work up. It was done quickly and the next was yours. Egg on pan, check, wait for a moment for the whites to cook, check, flip, two minutes, wait, and done. He prepared it similarly to Mark’s and placed it in front of you.

“Hm…” you looked at it with a discerning eye, after yesterday’s mishap, you were rightfully skeptical. However, it is just an egg, he couldn’t screw that one up, could he? You watched him intently while he prepared the other eggs.

“Where’s Taeyong?” He asks.

“He should be back from the city in a couple of minutes,” you said this as you checked the clock. “He works part time at a university library there,” you explained.

“Two jobs then?”

“Three. He works for Mr. and Mrs. Hyun sometimes too,” you continued.

“Is that so,” Jaemin finished Jeno and Taeyong’s eggs, placing them aside for now and getting to work on Haechan’s.

“Whoa, there a party here?” Speak of the devil and he shall arrive. Haechan slid into the table, sitting parallel from Mark. “Hey, Jaemin, cooking breakfast for us? I’m touched.”

“I’m just starting from square one,” he says. He finishes Hyuck’s egg and places it in front of him. “Where’s Jeno?”

“Probably still asleep,” you sighed. “I’ll go wake him up,” you got up and disappeared into the hallway.

“Did you eat already too, Jaemin?” Mark asks. Jaemin nods. Lying through his teeth, really, but he could hardly think about it at the moment. He was more preoccupied with the sibling’s opinion. He initially pondered the possibility that they were just pulling his leg, being mean for the sake of being mean, but there was truth in their words. The agujjim yesterday was dreadful, will the eggs turn out the same way? The agujjim was bland, one of the worst fate’s any of his food ever had, was it possible to make a simple egg bland too? The simplest forms of seasoning were salt and pepper, and even so if one was too much it could overpower the entire dish. He had to take care not to do that.

“And the king has arrived,” you dragged a half asleep Jeno into the kitchen, who essentially walked with his eyes closed. “Look alive, Jeno, your boyfriend is here.”

“My what now?” Jeno mumbled as you sat him down at the counter. He folded his arms over the table and laid his head down on them, promptly drifting back to sleep.

“He wouldn’t stop talking about you when he came back,” you rubbed his head softly as he snored quietly. “I think you have a new fan,” you joked. Jaemin finished the next round of eggs and slid them in front of Jeno, who peeled one eye open and looked at it.

“Ooh… it’s like we have a personal chef, that would be nice,” Jeno hums and nods his head against his arms. “Where’s Taeyong?” As if he was summoned, the door opened and the jangle of keys caught everyone’s attention.

“Home, apparently,” you answered. And right on time for Jaemin to finish up Taeyong’s breakfast. The eldest sibling walked in, undoing his tie in the process and holding a cup of coffee. “Maybe he just had to organize books this time, it’s not often he comes home before noon,” you said aloud.

“Jaemin, you’re here early,” Taeyong blinks once with surprise.

“Over well?” Jaemin offers the plated eggs to him. Taeyong looks at it, then around to the others, before he finally takes it and slides next to Mark. You and Jeno moved over to the table and were soon joined by Jaemin standing at the head of it.

“Where’s Ten?” You ask, looking at Haechan.

“Probably getting his ‘beauty rest,’” Haechan says with a mocking tone as he rolls his eyes. “(Y/N), you go wake him up.”

“Me? No way! He’s going to give me hell for it again! Taeyong, can you do it?”

“And disturb the slumbering beast? His eggs can go cold,” Taeyong shakes his head.

“Well, give it a shot, then” Jaemin crosses his arms. With a wary glance towards each other, each of the siblings took a bite at the same time. Their faces unreadable and their voices silent, Jaemin felt anxiety well up inside of him as each took their time.

“Tastes like eggs,” you shrugged and took another bite. “But nothing more than that,” you continued. A sigh of relief left Jaemin’s mouth. Thank god, he didn’t mess this up. It was only three ingredients: eggs, butter, and salt.

“Tastes like something I’d get at a diner though,” Jeno mumbles. Taeyong kicks his leg under the table and he winces. “What? He wanted some genuine critiques, so I gave it to him!”

“There’s no need to be rude about it, Jeno,” Taeyong clears his throat. Mark shifts in his seat.

“It’s kind of salty,” Mark pushes it around the plate and you got up.

“Hold on, I’ll make you another one,” you grabbed the plate before he could protest and slid it onto Jeno’s plate, who ate it without another word.

“I could—”

“It’s fine,” you cut Jaemin off and grabbed another egg from the fridge, preparing it for Mark. Jaemin sat on the counter now, watching your moves. You were Mark’s primary caretaker, apparently, maybe he could learn a thing or two from how you cooked. Then you cracked the egg and half the shell fell into the pan. “Shit…”

Maybe not, then.

You took the shell out and moved the egg around the pan, breaking the whites every so now and then to make sure it cooks evenly. What was he thinking? Observing your technique, what technique? You just cooked, it was clear that you did it because you had to, not because you wanted to. That was the difference between both you and him, wasn’t it? And to think he agreed to letting you teach him the ropes of cooking agujjim, he’s surprised of himself. 

“How many do you want, Mark?”

“Two, please.”

“Got it,” you grabbed two more eggs from the fridge. Jaemin kept his eyes on the egg frying in front of him, the butter on the pan burning at the edges and crisping the edges of the egg. Back in Morning Dew, Jisung used to get scolded for allowing the butter to burn like that, but Jaemin would be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the slight crisp at the edges. “Jaemin, how do you take your eggs?”

“Sorry?” Jaemin shook his head and looked at you and you rose an eyebrow while you waited for his answer.

“I know you haven’t eaten yet, don’t lie. Now how do you like your eggs?” You tapped your fingertips against the counter next to the stove.

“I… It’s fine, really,” Jaemin shook his hand in front of him, he wasn’t feeling hungry and he didn’t want to trouble you.

“Either you tell me or you’re getting this sunny side up,” you pointed at the egg on the pan with your spatula and Jaemin looked between it and you.

“… Over medium,” something told him that you weren’t going to relent, it was probably his mother’s words echoing in his ears.

“There we go then,” you smiled and flipped the egg in the pan. After a few moments, you flipped it onto a plate and slid it towards him, then moving on to Mark’s eggs. He looked at the egg in front of him. Over medium, just like he asked. The edges were crisped and the yolk had broken a little but not enough for it to look too messy. It looked exactly like it was supposed to with the few imperfections. “If you want, like, furikake or something it’s in the cabinet over there,” you nudged your head to your right as you finished Mark’s breakfast and handed it to him.

“It’s fine, thank you for the offer though,” he said as he followed you, holding the plate in one hand and taking the fork you handed him with another.

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Mark continues his meal and flips to the next page of his book. Jaemin only stared at the egg a bit longer, cutting into it with the side of his fork. The yolk wasn’t too runny, he’ll give you that. The edges had some resistance to the silverware, but it’s not something he’s took picky about.

“Well, are you going to eat it or stare at it?” You ask.

“I get it, (Y/N)’s cooking is revolting,” Haechan teases. You tugged on his ear harshly. “Ow, ow ow! Damn, I was just joking!”

“You’re revolting,” you fired back. Haechan gasped loudly.

“Taeyong, did you hear that?! Did you hear what (Y/N) just said?! It’s the same as (Y/N) just slapping me across the face!”

“Your eggs are getting cold, Donghyuck,” Taeyong answers calmly. The argument continued on, but Jaemin remained focused on one thing. He ate his first bite of the simple fried egg, and immediately he fell silent. His eyes grew wide and his chewing slowed. You caught onto this and temporarily halted your spar with your brother.

“How is it? It’s no Michelin meal, but—”

“How?” Jaemin cut you off. You blinked once. Were you making a fool out of him? Did you have previous experiences that you just decided not to tell him about? His mother mentioned that you got laid off at your last job, but what was that?

“I’m sorry?”

“How did you get it to taste this way?”

“Damn! I didn’t think it was that bad!” You shook your head.

“No, no, you’re misunderstanding me,” Jaemin took another bite to make sure he wasn’t imagining it, and sure enough, the facts were in front of him. 

“What’s wrong with it?” Taeyong asks, now intrigued by the exchange happening next to him.

“This is the best egg I’ve ever had in my entire life,” he says. You blinked again, your eyes somewhat wide with surprise. Then, the room filled with laughter coming from all siblings. Granted, Jaemin understood where they were coming from this time, he couldn’t believe the sentence left his mouth at all.

“Jaemin! No need to be like that, it’s just an egg,” you said between laughs.

“Holy shit, are you sure you’re a luxury chef, man? (Y/N) learned how to cook eggs off of WikiHow,” Haechan was nearly out of breath as he hit the table with his fist. As this happened, Jeno reached over to Mark’s plate to grab a bite, and the latter blocked Jeno’s fork with his own.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to taste (Y/N)’s god tier fried egg,” Jeno shrugs.

“No,” Mark slides his plate away.

“Don’t be rude!”

“Just ask (Y/N) to make another one!”

“Share!” Jeno stands up and Mark gasps.

“Sit down!” Taeyong pulls Jeno back into his seat and grabs Mark’s plate on the way, placing some of the egg on Jeno’s plate before giving it back to Mark. Jeno eats it whole before Mark could say anything more.

“Oh, yeah, you do something different, (Y/N)?” Jeno asks after he finishes it.

“Nope, maybe I added more salt, but that was it,” you shook your head.

“You really don’t know?” Jaemin asks. He cuts another piece of the egg off and tastes it again. It can’t be the salt, no, such a thing has little impact on a simple fried egg. Jaemin couldn’t quite place his finger on it, what was it about this egg that was just that good? The flavor just felt so whole, the way the yolk tasted and the way it mixed with the whites was very near perfect to him, it was a balance that not even his mentor could have done. But if this simple egg was this good, he could only imagine what your rendition of agujjim tasted like. He cuts another piece off. “(Y/N).”

“Yeah?” As you opened your mouth, he pushed the fork into it and you closed your mouth over it out of habit. The room fell silent, save for Haechan’s loud gasp. Jaemin pulled the fork away and you chewed slowly, the whole time keeping a confused look on your face. Soon, satisfaction was clear on your features. “Oh, shoot, I guess I did cook a good egg today,” you smiled.

“Jaemin! You flirt!” Haechan gasps again. Taeyong taps Haechan’s plate and points to the unfinished eggs. Jaemin steps in front of you, placing the plate down and taking both of your hands in his. His first immediate observation was how rough they were, calloused at some parts, and slightly buttery at others, the next thing he noticed was the confusion on your face, the way your brows furrowed and the way your eyes looked every but to him, he understood it all. He just couldn’t understand why he had settled with what he was about to do.

“Yes?” You asked, finally settling your sights on him. Jaemin swallowed down his pride, it was clear to him what he had to do. Jaemin had devoted a majority of his life to learning how to best understand the creation and preparation of food, and yet here he was, utterly blown away by a simple fried egg, he didn’t believe it himself and it was clear that you didn’t believe it either from the dumbstruck shock on your face. He had the same two words that he said when he first walked into the Morning Dew in mind.

“Teach me.”

~

It was now two hours into the afternoon, after the fiasco in the morning, the siblings had rushed him out to “talk” about what just happened. Within a few minutes, you had emerged, shoved Haechan back inside, and agreed to help him out just the same as you offered before, with the caveat that he returned later in the afternoon since you and your brothers had errands to run. With that Jaemin returned home.

“And that’s about all that happened,” Jaemin says into the speaker of his phone.

“Hyung, that’s great! I’m glad you’re making progress to figuring out what happened,” Jisung’s voice was chipper over the phone. “I can’t wait to see you in six days.”

“Six days can’t come any faster…” Jaemin sighs. “I just wish it would pass by sooner.”

“Take all the time you need! Your plants are being well taken care of,” Jisung chuckles. “Tell me more about this Lee (Y/N), though. It’s rare for you to compliment other’s cooking like that.”

“I don’t know much myself. All I know is that (Y/N) is Mark’s primary care taker and probably has a lot of cooking experience from that, but nothing professional according to my mother,” he thought back to you. What was it about that egg that made it so good? He watched you the entire time and still you’d followed the book. Butter the pan, crack egg, add salt, flip, and serve. “Jisung, I’m not kidding when I tell you that egg was delicious.” Jisung started laughing on the other end. “I know, it’s hilarious, it’s just a damn egg and I can’t get it out of my mind.”

“Hyung, maybe traveling has made you lose your mind.”

“That’s what I’ve been thinking,” Jaemin sighs. “I asked (Y/N) to cook agujjim next.”

“Wow, you really are desperate, hyung.”

“How about you? How’s your ‘vacation’ going?”

“Well… about that…” Jisung made a small squeaking noise.

“Jisung, are you watching the milk boil?” Taeil’s voice was loud and clear. Jaemin stopped pacing.

“You’re back at work?”

“Yeah… I never left, actually,” Jisung’s voice was remorseful. “I have to go, good luck with everything.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Jaemin waited for Jisung to hang up before leaving his room. Work, Jisung never left, it was just him. Him and his disgraceful defeat that led his boss to send him away from the kitchen he’d learned to call his home. He was glad, though, that Jisung still had a chance to prove himself, a chance to remain with the ingredients and knives. Jisung had a natural talent in cooking while Jaemin had to work for it, to put his very being into learning the culinary arts. Jisung just had a knack for it, an uncanny ability to make any combination of ingredients divine. True, Jaemin had some envy for his junior, but it was never something he’d acted upon. If anything, Jisung’s natural talent was actually a weakness, he’d grown complacent in a lot of his techniques and tended to cut corners, corners that Jaemin would catch onto instead to help.

Still, though, Taeil kept Jisung, not him. And even when Jaemin returns, his employment is conditional.

Jaemin paced his room. He had to know your secret, surely, you were lying to him. You must have had some experience in a professional kitchen because how on earth did you make a fried egg taste so good? Was it the seasoning? No, impossible, you made it the same way he did, he watched you the entire time. If anything, you made a couple of mistakes along the way. Even the crisps at the edges were perfect. He was envious of you. He was in denial at first, granted, how could a simple home cook be this good in cooking? Even Jisung’s meals didn’t have the same amount of flavor as yours! You were an anomaly to him, and he had hoped that maybe you’d share your secrets with him. How? He means it when he says that he studied your method through and through. The way your hands prepared everything, the way you moved around the kitchen, and even the way you muttered things to yourself as you cooked, but still Jaemin failed to see the difference between you two. You were both cooking, what was different?

It was driving him insane. He was practically counting down the minutes before he returned to your household, and still he was losing his mind. Just one more hour and then he’d be able to properly watch you work, to prepare the dish that was his downfall. It would be today that he learns just what went wrong.

~

“Take that back!” You covered your face with your hand. You swung the plastic bag harshly towards Ten, who only laughed in response.

“Oh my god, relax, (Y/N)! It’s okay to have a crush!” Ten has a Cheshire smile and you could only scream in your hands.

“Why was he staring at me so much oh my god, I’m kind of freaking out right now,” you fanned yourself.

“Maybe he likes you too, who knows?”

“Don’t say weird things like that, you know I’m too busy,” you kicked a rock on the side of the road and shook your head. “Plus, he’s way out of my league anyway.”

“Excuse me?! You’re out of his league!” Ten gasps. “Besides, that egg he made me this morning tasted like shit.”

“Ten! No need to be rude, goodness,” you nudged him harshly. “Plus… he’s going back home, right? After this week?”

“All the more reason to shoot your shot, my favorite sibling,” Ten continues to egg you on and you sighed. “Seriously, though, (Y/N), this is the most fun I’ve seen you had in a while, it’s good for you,” he says.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I can be fun,” you glared.

“Not when you look at me like that,” Ten huffs. You both come to a stop by the gardens and spot Jeno with his head down. Before either of you could say ‘hi,’ you were quick to notice Mrs. Jung scolding the poor boy. “Ugh… what a brute, hard to believe we’re even related,” Ten shakes his head and you frowned.

“At least he has a job though,” you stepped away first and Ten followed, heaving the bag over his shoulder. “Thanks for coming out with me, Ten, I hate going out here alone.”

“Yeah, of course, it’s no problem, it’s my day off anyway,” Ten says. He rolls his shoulders and his grin falls flat. “But… about what we were talking about earlier, (Y/N)—”

“I know, I know, I won’t tell dad, he’ll flip if either of us mention it to him,” you shook your head and looked down into your bag, your wallet was nearly mocking you.

To put things short, you were trying to leave. You had been saving up for years, taking odd jobs here and there just to save up enough for the first bus ticket out of this old place. And you’d been doing so well to hide it too, none of your siblings caught on until Ten, Ten who couldn’t keep his hands to himself and found your stash. Part of the reason why you asked him to come with you was so you could talk about it with him, after all, what brother would want his sister to run away?

“(Y/N), as much as I support you, I also support you doing this the right way,” Ten shakes his head. “The only reason why I think dad would say no is because of…” Ten trailed, not wanting to place the blame on anyone.

“Because of Mark,” you filled in for him. “No need to sugarcoat it, Ten. Plus, I wouldn’t want to leave Mark behind anyway, he’s my brother,” you explained. “I’d been taking care of him for so long that I don’t even remember when I didn’t,” you continued. You didn’t hate Mark, no one did. You didn’t want to say you pitied him either because of his condition because it was the last thing Mark wanted. But between juggling job searching and taking care of Mark there was no room for you to fall in love.

Whatever feelings were beginning to fester around Jaemin, you had to bury them down as deep as possible. It’s not something you could afford to indulge in, not when you were so close to getting out of here. You already had a plan for Mark, you had written up care instructions and everything else in a way that all your brothers could understand. You had enough money for a bus ticket, all you needed was enough to get started and you’d be off on your own.

The only thing that held you back was your father. To ask his blessing was the hardest thing any of the children could do. It was a miracle that he let Taeyong and Ten work outside of the town and, even then, they had to return home nearly every day. It’s not that your father was unreasonable, it was that he had seen so many people come and go that he was tired of it, and maybe a little scared if he’d admitted it. All of his lovers left. They either died or they divorced. You think your mother was the most to blame, though. She stayed the longest according to Taeyong, and when she left she didn’t just break your father’s heart.

“Well, (Y/N), when you ask dad the impossible, I’ll support you, if one of us is getting out of this hellhole, it should be you,” he pats your shoulder and pulls out his keys from his pocket just as you neared the house again. “Anyway, when are you and Jeno going to battle it out for Jaemin’s heart?”

“Oh, shut up, Ten!”

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Is This Thing On?

It's been a spell, so let's catch up.

How was your decade? Mine was... a lot. Yours too, I imagine.

I started this blog over a dozen years ago as a place to record my thoughts on some of the movies I watched. I love movies, I watch a lot of them and I usually have some sort of commentary for them so it made a certain amount of sense. I kept it up for about a year and then got busy, then got laid off and figured I'd better focus on work and such. In any case I sort of half intended to get back to it but just never did. It goes like that with content creation sometimes (although we didn't call it that back then).

Now, years down the road, I find myself laid off again. Unlike last time, I'm not quite as hyper fixated on resuming my career in the same vein. Office environments in a post(?)-pandemic world that seems to prefer the ostrich approach to outbreak mitigation don't hold quite the same appeal, for starters. And I'm at an age where I'm ready for a new chapter.

But this isn't about my career, it's about movies. So why come back to a movie blog no one read in the first place?

Well, one thing that my family mostly lost during the lockdown and tepid re-emergence of 2020 and 2021 was theater-going. We are fortunate to have one of the few remaining drive-in theaters relatively nearby that has allowed us to enjoy a handful of family films and Marvel pictures and doesn't require sitting in poorly ventilated rooms with a lot of popcorn-stuffing mouths but like a lot of folks we spent most of the last few years streaming movies. Our family had a number of conversations during the peak lockdown period about things we missed about the pre-covid years and for me the number one with a bullet item was seeing films in theaters. Because as a largely homebody-type personality, it takes a special kind of experience to coax me out of my comfy abode. But seeing movies on big screens with dynamic sound systems and the focused, forced attention of a dark theater is just such an experience.

I loved it so much that I joined a rewards club at my local theater which came with one free movie ticket per month. I used the heck out of that perk before 2020. But then we all retreated to our caves and... I forgot about the service. It, however, did not forget about my bank account. Quietly throughout the last few years the club has been extracting its $10 monthly fee from me and cheerfully collecting a truly nutty number of free movie passes. When I finally figured out what had been going on during a budget evaluation in the face of some altered cash flow, I was shocked to note that I had almost 30 free movies.

The club has a stipulation: you can save and use the free passes as long as you... keep paying the subscription fee. I lamented the prospect of throwing away nearly a month's worth of free movies, but I was about to go through with it when I noticed they had a special option: for three months you could pause your membership which would stop the automatic payments but allow the perks to remain. After three months, I'd have to cancel and lose whatever was unused or resume paying.

So. Challenge extended? Not exactly, but I am faced with the prospect of trying to get through as many of these passes as I can in three months. My schedule currently works very well to see the first matinee on Fridays, so the plan for now is to just see whatever is showing each week. And since I'm seeing movies just to see movies, I figured I'd catalog my thoughts on them as I go along. Might as well, right?

I don't know if I'll have the free time to actually start reviewing the other random movies I catch on Netflix or Amazon Prime or whatever, but I won't rule it out entirely.

Anyway, welcome back, or just welcome. First up is "Air" (which will follow this post very shortly) and it looks like this week I'm seeing "Guy Richie's The Covenant", expect that early next week at the latest. I hope you enjoy the show.

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Hunger Pains (PG-13 Version)

Book: Open Heart, Post-Series Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Warning: Language; Pregnancy; Sexual Situation Category: Fluff; Halloween Word count: 2.2K Summary: Sawyer is in a bad mood and Ethan attempts to call her down.

Prompts: 🫦From Anon: Can I get a fic with Ethan giving MC a love bite or hickey? ☀️From @peonierose: Ethan & Sawyer + “sunshine” 🍬From @jerzwriter: "Actually, I like candy corn!"

Events: 🎃For @choicesoctober event: Costume / Halloween / Vampire / Meme 🥰For @choicesprompts Flufftober 2023 event: I want to take care of you.

A/N: The original🔥spicy🔥version of this fic, can be found here.

“Mr. Cox. An appropriate name for such a dick,” Sawyer thought to herself, blood boiling as she exited Room 513. 

The patient being cared for inside could easily steal the title of “Biggest PITA” away from the infamous Nigel Platt. And only making matters worse, her consultation had been interrupted multiple times by a cocky intern eager to show off. 

Once the door closed behind her, she spun on Dr. Perkins. 

“How many times have we told you not to interrupt when your resident or attending is speaking with a patient? If you do that again, I’ll make sure you are written up.”

Sawyer strode to the nearby nurses’ station to update Mr. Cox’s chart. The obstinate intern followed. 

“How am I supposed to learn anything around here if I’m not allowed to ask questions?” he argued.

“You start by shutting the hell up and listening. Had you done that in the first place, we wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation. If you were really trying to understand something back there, you would have directed your questions to me. Instead, you attempted to conduct a medical history interview on an extremely agitated patient minutes before he went to surgery,” she scolded. 

“This is–”

Her patience was wearing thin, and Sawyer spoke over him. “Jaaackie, get Dr. Know-It-All away from me before I go all Ramsey on his ass,” she demanded through gritted teeth. 

Having caught the exchange's tail end, Jackie looked up from her tablet. 

“I think you just did,” she answered, “and Perkins, the patient in 506, needs a new catheter. Now.”

“But that’s not even my pati-” he complained.

With one harsh look from the Chief Resident, Dr. Perkins finally tucked his tail between his legs and sulked down the hall.

"You're breathing fire today," Jackie quipped as she rounded the desk to leave.

Sawyer ignored her and continued typing furiously on her tablet.

Jackie and Bryce traded places down the hall, getting on and off the elevator.

“Hey, have you seen Brooks? I mean Ramsey. Brooks-Ramsey?” Bryce guessed, unsure what to call his friend since she and Ethan surprised everyone by eloping a couple weeks ago. 

Jackie pointed in the direction of the nurses’ desk. “I hope you brought snacks. She’s in a mood again,” she warned as the steel doors closed between them.

A minute later, Bryce slunk next to Sawyer, bumping shoulders to get her attention.

“Finally. What took you so long?” Sawyer rebuked, shoving the tablet towards him. “Here, take this guy away. And while you have his head open, feel free to poke the part of his brain that disables his speech.”

“Well, aren’t you a pocketful of sunshine this morning,” he teased.

“After a few minutes with this asshole and you’ll understand why,” she said, storming off.

“Annnd, Dr. Ramsey, it is,” he decided. 

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Shortly thereafter, Sawyer sat in the diagnostics office and stewed silently as the team meeting ran over schedule. Her annoyance grew more intense with each passing minute as Ethan and Harper debated, and Tobias egged them on for his own amusement. No longer able to take it, she interrupted. 

“Do you need me? Because, if not, I have patients who do.” 

Her three colleagues snapped their heads in her direction, surprised by the bite in her tone. With raised eyebrows, she looked at the team leader and challenged him to respond. 

Ethan cleared his throat. “Uh, let’s see how the labs come back and continue this discussion when we have more information.” 

Harper and Tobias quickly got out of Dodge as Sawyer stacked her notes and gathered her things. When she stood to follow, Ethan reached for her hand and held her back.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What’s got you so wound up?”

She exhaled deeply, his touch instantly calming her.

“I’m sorry.” Frustrated tears welled in her witch-green eyes. “I'm super cranky. These third-trimester hormones are no joke. My mood the last few days has been…” 

A single teardrop fell down her cheek.

“Come here,” he urged, pulling her into his lap. “It’s been, what?” 

“It’s either been hangry or hornery or both,” she pouted and sagged her shoulders.

Cracking a smile at her dramatics, “I know what ‘hangry’ is, but ‘hornery?’”

“Horny and ornery.”

With a shake of his head, Ethan caressed her swollen belly. “So, what I hear you saying is you’re irritable because you're either hungry or horny…”

“Right now, it’s both,” she interjected, her fingers seductively dancing up his chest.

“And the cure for this condition is to either feed you or have my way with you?”

“Look, I’m not saying food and sex would solve all my problems, but it would sure help me calm the hell down,” she admitted with a coquettish grin.

“Well, as much as I’d like to help you satisfy your hunger pains, all I can offer right now is this.” 

Ethan reached for the bowl of Halloween candy on the conference table.

“Boo,” she scowled playfully. Sawyer stood and sifted through the options, “I’ll take the candy corn off your hands and leave the chocolates for you. I know they’re your favorite.”

“Actually, I like candy corn,” he said, ripping a small package open with his teeth and pouring them all into his mouth.

“Seriously?” she asked, surprised.

“My dad loves them. We always had a bowl out during the season. I used to push them up on my canines when I was a kid and pretend I was Dracula.”

“Aw, cute. Well, if that’s true, then I’ll take some of these too,” she reached back into the bowl and stuffed her pockets. “Supposedly, chocolate is a good substitute for sex. Feed two birds with one scone.” 

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A couple hours later, Sawyer was at the lab demanding the results for one of her patients.

“What do you mean it will be another four to six hours? I ordered these tests yesterday!” 

Her raised voice began to draw the attention of others, including her indirect supervisor. Ethan was just finishing a consultation with the hospital’s lead hematologist when he heard the uproar. 

The lab assistant snapped back. “Look, lady, we’re doing the best we can. The tech will run the test when he returns from lunch.”

“Lady?! Do you see this badge? That’s Dr. Brooks to you.” 

Sawyer spewed red-hot anger as she spun on her heels. From several feet away, Ethan could practically feel the heat radiating from her. Her neck and cheeks were crimsoned, and her fists clenched at her sides. 

“That’s enough,” he admonished, taking Sawyer by the wrist and swiftly pulling her into a familiar, dark supply closet.

Ethan loomed over her as he backed her into a corner.  

“I know… I’m sorry,” she apologized. Sad cat-like eyes pleading for forgiveness. 

“This kind of stress isn’t good for you or the baby,” he advised. “This is serious, Sawyer. You leave me no choice but to help you calm down.” The corner of his mouth began to turn up in a sly grin as he ran his hand over her hair. 

“Oh, thank god,” she sighed, crashing into his lips.

“We’ll… have to be… quick… and quiet,” he murmured between desperate kisses.

Ethan used his hands and lips for several minutes to lavish his new bride. As their activities became more frenzied, more intimate, Sawyer couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. 

“Ohhhh!”

“Shhhh, baby,” he breathed into her ear.

“I’m close… cover… my mouth,” she panted as she began to tremble.

Sawyer’s whole body shuddered, and she moaned her satisfaction into Ethan’s hand. The sensations provoked his own release, and to keep himself quiet, he clamped his mouth down on Sawyer’s neck. Hard.

They didn't spend much time basking in the afterglow to avoid getting caught. After a loving kiss from her husband, Sawyer peeked into the hallway to see if the coast was clear. 

“Hold on… it’s Wen,” she whispered, holding up a hand to halt him. 

When Dr. Wen disappeared around a corner, they exited the supply closet.

“Do you think she heard us?” 

“If she did, I’m sure she assumed it was only one of the ghosts that she believes haunts these halls,” Ethan chuckled. “The more important question is, are you feeling better?”

“Much better, thank you.”

“Well, let’s make doubly sure and head up to the cafeteria for some lunch.”

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Later that night, at home and in the shower, Ethan pushed wet hair away from Sawyer's neck and discovered the frightful bruising.

“Oh, Soe, I’m sorry,” he expressed, carefully skimming his fingers over the bite mark. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Sawyer touched the tender spot and moved around him to see her reflection in his shaving mirror. 

“Oh my gosh!” she laughed as she traced her fingers over the imprints of his teeth. “I married a freakin’ vampire!” 

“I’m sorry. But, hey,” he innocently smiled back in the mirror, “...only a vampire can love you forever.”

He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her neck. “Mwahahaha,” he snarled at her ear before placing a delicate, healing kiss on the love bite.

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The next day, the newlyweds arrived at work hand in hand and walked toward the attendings’ locker room. Pausing just outside the door, Sawyer turned to face her husband. 

“Hey, just a reminder that I volunteered to help in the clinic this morning. Carrick said he would do rounds for me.”

“I remembered,” Ethan said, bending down to give Sawyer a quick but loving kiss on the lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. I’ll see you later,” she returned, reluctantly releasing his hand.

Stepping into the locker room, she spotted a familiar face. Well, sort of. 

“Whoa, that looks soooo good, Elijah. Gross, but so realistic,” Sawyer awed. 

“Thanks! Those of us in the research department agreed to dress up like lab experiments gone wrong.”

“Well, mission accomplished. And, Happy Halloween, by the way. I know it’s your favorite day of the year.” 

As Elijah excitedly talked about his zombie character - which, of course, was inspired by a new John Carpenter video game - Sawyer tugged on her white coat and checked her reflection in the mirror. 

The bruising on her neck was much more prominent the day after and under the hospital's harsh fluorescent lighting. She tried to adjust her hair and fix the collar of her jacket, but it was no use. She dug through her bag, searching for her makeup case, quickly realizing she had left it at home.

“Shit,” she thought to herself. 

“Aren’t you dressing up this year?” 

Elijah’s question brought her back to the conversation, and an idea popped into her head. 

“About that… do you have any more fake blood?”

“Yeah, there’s a tube in my locker. Help yourself,” he offered on his way out.

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Down in the free clinic, Sawyer examined a very inquisitive eight-year-old who noticed the bite mark and the two drips of dried blood on her neck. 

“Say ‘ahhhh!’” she instructed, using a tongue depressor to check the back of his throat. “Good, no swelling back there.” 

“Doctor! Did you get bit by a vampire?” 

“I’m afraid I did,” she admitted, putting on a bit of an act.

“Was it Dracula?”

“That’s still up for debate,” she laughed to herself, picturing little boy Ethan with candy corn fangs.

“Did it hurt?”

“Uh-uh.” 

“Did he suck your blood?”

“Justin, for goodness sake,” his mother chided and rolled her eyes.

“It’s fine,” Sawyer waved her off.

“Did he make you into a vampire too?”

“No,” turning her back to the young patient and facing his mother, she muttered, “...he just got me pregnant.” The patient’s mother cackled out loud.

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That afternoon, Sawyer was on the fifth floor to check on a patient when she spotted Ethan stepping into the hallway with Esme and her intern. When they were safely out of the patient’s earshot, he wheeled around on the intern and launched into a stern, familiar lecture. 

“...It doesn’t matter that you’re still learning… Whether this man lives or dies is on you… There is no room for mistakes…”

When he finished his tirade, Ethan marched to the nurses’ station and began tapping away on an iPad. 

“Don’t sweat him. He’s all bark and no bite. Isn’t that right, Dr. Brooks?” Esme asked as Sawyer approached the scene. 

Mrs. Ramsey shook her head vehemently. “Oh, no,” she spoke loud enough for Ethan to hear, “he bites alright.” When he looked up with a raised eyebrow, she winked and kept walking. 

A couple minutes later, Ethan’s phone pinged with a text notification.

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[yoon-kooks]

how many | jjk | 5

Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU

Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

Word Count: 4.7k

Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6

A/N: no smut in this one;;;;;;

◆ the one he drew for you ◆

Thank god for midterm week. For an art major like yourself, the usual midterm exams are replaced with art projects that you don’t really need to worry about. This actually allows you to squeeze in more tattoo appointments than usual throughout the week.

While you’re busy in the studio, your super hot smartypants boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, is busy studying for all of his comp sci exams that you know he’ll ace. The timing is a little too convenient, but you’re just happy you don’t have to make up any excuses for why you’re too busy to hang out with him this week. 

It’s not that you don’t want to spend time with your new boyfriend—in fact, for the past 120 hours, you’ve been yearning for his smile, his touch. You just need to focus and power through all of your appointments now so that you can make time for him this weekend. Because this is the weekend where Jungkook learns that you and his favorite tattoo artist are the same person.

You’ve even been dropping subtle hints throughout the week to see if he can put two and two together.

Y/N🍑 [MON 11:13PM] “so i may or may not be planning a surprise😈”

Jungkook🦆 [11:14PM] “It’s not gonna be a surprise if you give me a heads up, silly”

Y/N🍑 [11:14PM] “i could give you a million hints and youd still be surprised”

Jungkook🦆 [11:14PM] “👁👄👁”

Jungkook🦆 [11:15PM] “What are you up to?”

Y/N🍑 [11:16PM] “nothing!👼”

During class on Tuesday, he bribes you with coffee in exchange for more information about this “surprise.” He knows you can’t say no to caffeine in the morning.

Snatching the hot cup of coffee out of his hand, you offer him a single hint. “Try searching through the lizard tag on Instagram.”

“You’re such a dork for lizards, you know that?” He pulls his phone out and scrolls through the many charming reptiles on social media. He swipes past all the chameleons and leopard geckos until his thumb pauses at the sight of a happy little bearded dragon. “Okay, I’ll admit that one’s really fucking adorable.”

You nod and point out a baby albino alligator. “This one’s cute too, right?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles. “Wait, is this part of your evil plan to get me to like lizards? Are you trying to start a lizard family with me?”

“No, no, I promise I’m not surprising you with a new lizard friend,” you assure him. As much as you adore lizards, you shudder at the thought of feeding them live insects.

“Then why are we looking at all these little guys?” Based on his bright smile, he’s clearly not against your lizard agenda. 

“Remember when I mentioned the lizard tattoo?” you ask.

“The one you supposedly had an appointment for on the day we went to the duck pond?” Jungkook tilts his head. Then he furrows his brow. “I thought you were just fucking with me. Did you actually get it?”

You shake your head with the smuggest smile. “No, but it’s probably the biggest hint you’re going to get.”

The albino gator you pointed out earlier was the exact photo you used as a reference for that tattoo design—the one you tattooed onto a man’s calf shortly after your first kiss with Jeon Jungkook. You posted the final product on @snowsleeve’s IG just a few days ago, so there’s a good chance the boy has already seen it.

Unfortunately, Jungkook doesn’t quite make the connection.

“Then… Are you planning on getting it?” He taps the back of your hand holding the coffee cup. Even the smallest amount of physical contact between you and him is enough to give you butterflies. “Because a tiny lizard would look cute on you.”

If you weren’t in the middle of class, you’d hop out of your seat and into his lap. Instead, you lean in closer toward his side of the table and settle for something flirty.

“I’m sure you’d look cute on me, too, Jeon.”

On Wednesday, Jungkook takes a break from studying to work on the next art project assigned by your professor. The two of you claim an empty studio in the art building and get to work.

For the assignment, your professor keeps it simple with few directions. All you need to do is pick an artist with a unique style and replicate that style in a drawing of “whatever your heart desires.” To put in the least amount of effort into this project, you go with the artist you know best—snowsleeve.

When you turn to Jungkook, he’s doing what appears to be intense research.

“Should I go with Murakami or Naoko Takeuchi?” he asks. You could easily see him replicating the work of Murakami, known for his bright and bold pops of color. You haven’t seen Jungkook use much color in his art so far, but you know he’d at least have fun with it.

“You can’t go wrong with Murakami,” you shrug. “I don’t know who Naoko Takeuchi is, though.”

Jungkook holds out his phone with Sailor Moon’s squad gracing the screen. “Oh, she’s one of the lesser known manga artists out there. Guess that’s why you’ve never heard of her.”

“Fucking smartass.” Your glare lasts about three seconds before you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss. You’ve been deprived of that hot sensation against his lips for far too long, and the taste is divine. “But now that you mention it, I’m actually curious to see what you can create in the iconic Sailor Moon style.”

“Okay, that settles it. I know exactly what I’m going to draw.” The boy begins sketching an outline on his canvas with the most enthusiasm you’ve seen from him when it comes to schoolwork. He may not always show it, but Jungkook’s passion for art runs deep. And his desire to create isn’t all that different from your own. You just watch him in awe until you remember you have your own piece to work on.

The second the tip of your pencil hits your canvas, Jungkook looks over, curious about what you might be drawing.

“I’m going with body art that our good friend snowsleeve would design,” you say before he can even ask. You outline a masculine torso, strategically twisted and posed in a way to hide body parts that would otherwise need to be censored. You’re going to cover every inch of that torso in ink that would look so hot on a certain male friend of yours.

“Isn’t your style already pretty similar to hers?” He continues drawing, occasionally glancing back at panels from the Sailor Moon manga. “That wolf you drew on my hand the other day was definitely giving me snowsleeve vibes.”

“This project shouldn’t be too hard then,” you hum. At the very least, Jungkook isn’t oblivious to the similarities between the art you’ve shown him and snowsleeve’s tattoos. “The faster I finish this, the more time I can spend on preparing that surprise for you.”

“Oh? The surprise is something you need to prepare?” The tip of Jungkook’s pencil makes a hard stop against his canvas. You can see the wheels turning in his head. “Are you sure you aren’t setting up a huge lizard terrarium in my apartment?”

You burst out laughing. “I’m sure.”

“The lizard thing is throwing me off,” the boy groans, tossing his head back. The naughty side of you sees this vulnerable state as an invitation to climb on top of him and relieve some of his frustration. But you know Jungkook needs to finish this project today so that he can focus on the rest of his exams for the week. As much as it pains you, you have to control yourself. Thankfully, art is the perfect distraction.

When you’re satisfied with your snowsleeve-inspired piece, you lean back as Jungkook leans over you to check it out.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think snowsleeve drew this herself.” His eyes wander across the torso, from the playful fox rolling in grass to the dancing forest fairy to a familiar wolf wagging its tail like a good boy. With its long snout, the wolf nudges a carrot toward its bunny friend as a peace offering. Among the rest of the art that fills your page, it’s the wolf and bunny image that really stands out.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you say, turning your attention to Jungkook’s Sailor Moon-inspired work in progress. The beautiful heroine has your cozy vibe, your cute fashion sense, your lizards, and your personal superpower—art. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re drawing me.”

“Oh, it’s definitely you, Y/N.” His face is all smiles and crinkles as he reaches over to pinch your cheek. 

“No wonder why you were so passionate about it,” you tease. You look at the heroine again. He’s right. It’s definitely you. She radiates warmth and good vibes with her goofy grin and the fun little lizard drawings brought to life by her powers. It seems the boy will never let the lizard thing go, but you love that this is how he sees you. 

Jungkook nods. “I’ve realized art is a lot more enjoyable when I’m creating it with someone else in mind.”

You couldn’t agree more. The pure happiness that reflects in the eyes of your clients after their appointment is what makes it all worth it for you as a tattoo artist. Because you’ve created something personal that they can always look back on and feel some type of way about.

“That’s a good mindset for a future tattoo artist.” Your finger runs along the outline of every tattoo on his hand. He watches patiently and flips his palm up as soon as you’ve traced them all. He’s clearly asking for more of your touch. You quickly draw an imaginary smiley face on his palm before slipping his pen back into his grip. The two of you can save the handholding for this weekend.

Jungkook pouts, giving you a chance to reconsider the physical contact before continuing on with the project. Shortly after, he pokes his head up from the canvas with a sudden request. “By the way, can you give me another hint about that surprise?”

You tap the torso covered in snowsleeve’s art. “This is a pretty big clue.”

“I like my theory of you getting a tattoo,” he says with a thoughtful gaze. “But it couldn’t be that simple, could it?”

Thursday isn’t as exciting as Wednesday because you don’t have the luxury of seeing your boyfriend in person. Instead, you’re stuck in your studio from sunrise to sundown while Jungkook crams for his final and most important midterm. 

After your last appointment of the night, a mischievous idea comes to mind so you decide to stick around a bit longer. First your sweater comes off, followed by your strappy bralette. You lay the client chair horizontally and hop onto it.

With one hand just barely covering both your nipples and the other holding your phone up, you snap a series of not-so-innocent photos of your bare skin against the black leather. The best pic is one where your expression is more sultry than angelic, and there’s also enough shit in the background to serve as a clue to your whereabouts.

Along with the faux nude, you send Jungkook a few messages. Hopefully, you won’t be too big of a distraction from his studies.

Y/N🍑 [8:56PM] “this is the last hint im giving you, jeon👼”

Jungkook🦆 [8:56PM] “Your boyfriend is very lucky”

Jungkook🦆 [8:56PM] “omw”

Jungkook🦆 [8:58PM] “Wait”

Jungkook🦆 [8:59PM] “Is that a tattoo place?”

Jungkook🦆 [8:59PM] “You’re actually getting one huh”

Jungkook🦆 [9:00PM] “Show me?🥺”

Y/N🍑 [9:01PM] “dont you have an exam to study for?”

Jungkook🦆 [9:02PM] “Y/N please I can’t focus on studying after seeing you like that”

Y/N🍑 [9:05PM] “good luck on your exam!👼💖💖💖”

Thankfully, your naughty photo only costs Jungkook two points on Friday’s exam, and he still manages to score the highest among his peers. To celebrate the end of a busy midterm week, you send him an official invitation to the unofficial Bring Your Boyfriend to Work Day at your studio on Saturday—the same day as his appointment with snowsleeve.

“Is Bring Your Boyfriend To Work Day a real thing?” Jungkook shoots you a skeptical look as the two of you stroll down the streets of the art district. He’s been cautious all morning. Probably due to the big surprise you won’t shut up about.

“We’re making it a real thing,” you say. “Aren’t you curious about the work I do outside of school?”

“I thought you said people just commission you for your art?”

“...Yeah.” Your voice has that but-there’s-more-to-the-story tone.

“Y/N, you’re killing me.” The boy places two hands on your shoulders and gives you a little shake in mild frustration. Eventually, though, his arms fall into a warm embrace around your waist.

On instinct, you spin around to face him. He still has dark circles from all those late nights of studying, but that doesn’t make him any less cute. With a big fat smile, you hook your arm around his and say, “The surprise will be worth it. I promise.”

“I know it will.” Jungkook lets out a dramatic sigh as you drag him along and into your studio. 

It’s a cloudy Saturday morning. The studio is quite dark, but you make the executive decision to keep the cream curtains closed and the lights off for dramatic effect. But despite all the tattoo equipment staring him in the face as soon as he walks in, your boyfriend doesn’t look half as surprised as you’d anticipated. Either he’s known all along, or he’s just pretending to know.

With your arm still around his, you give him a rambling tour of the small space. “Here’s my art wall, this is fancy equipment that no one cares about, that’s the futon for when I need a nap, the back wall has some cute pictures… oh, and I have an espresso station set up in that corner. I’m learning how to make latte art.”

“Latte art makes a little too much sense for an artist who thrives on caffeine.” Jungkook grins. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that this is your second home. Your boyfriend takes the lead and sits you down in a familiar leather chair. He shamelessly stares at you through the camera lens formed by his thumbs and index fingers. “And this is the infamous chair you took that naughty photo in?”

“Maybe.” You glance up at him with the same inviting eyes from that photo. You rarely sit in the client’s seat, and the shift in power is painfully obvious. In this studio, you’re usually the one in control, the one leaving your mark on someone else’s skin. But now, Jungkook stands over you with nowhere to hide. You’ve never felt so vulnerable in your own studio. And if he wanted to, he could really mess you up.

He presses his weight against the armrests and leans himself over your body. His lips find yours and smother them with an endless wave of fervor and affection. For a long while, you forget the entire point of the outing. Nothing else matters aside from this intimacy between you and the boy you adore. You feel like you’re in a dream, the kind you never want to wake up from.

Jungkook eventually pulls back to let you breathe but holds your gaze with a subtle smirk. “I think it’s almost time for my appointment, Miss Snowsleeve.”

You study his face quietly for just a moment. There’s not a shadow of doubt to be found. His confidence is so fucking attractive.

“How long have you known?” you ask.

“In my mind, it wasn’t confirmed until today, but I’ve been considering the possibility since that night at the pool.” The boy watches as you get up to finally turn the lights on. On your way back around, you gesture for him to follow you to the back. “Did you know you and snowsleeve have the same exact texting style? Exclusively lowercase.”

“That was the dead giveaway for you?” You encourage him to take a look at the collection of photos hanging on the back wall.

“It couldn’t have possibly been the glaring similarities in your art,” Jungkook says with sarcasm.  He examines the polaroids of your favorite tattoos on some of your favorite people—fellow artists like Amber and Zico, celebrities like Park Jimin and Min Yoongi, and regulars who’ve supported you since the beginning. Even Seokjin has a place on your wall with a serpentine ankle tattoo that he rarely shows off outside of your apartment. Your boyfriend points to the pic of you and Amber and adds, “Couldn’t have been your extensive knowledge of local tattoo artists, either.”

“Definitely not,” you play along.

“And the more I thought about it, I realized it wasn’t a coincidence that the snowsleeve stalked my IG and liked one of my posts on that first day of art class.”

“Hey, first of all, I wasn’t IG stalking you.” You were totally IG stalking him, and both of you know it. “And second, I guess your attention to detail isn’t that bad after all.”

“It’s kind of hard not to notice the quirky little things about you.” Jungkook’s eyes pan from you, to the wall of polaroids, and to the art you’ve poured your heart and soul into. “Is there a reason why you choose to keep this all a secret?”

You nod. It was a conscious decision to keep your art detached from your name and face. Sure, it’d become less and less of a secret as your list of clients grew, but you just wanted to prove something to yourself.

“I’ve relied on my art for most of my life. It’s always been my ice breaker, my security blanket, my escape, and it’s become the only thing I’m known for.” 

You think about how in every class and every friend group, you were labeled “the quiet one who was good at art.” Everyone would make small talk with you about art galleries, awards you’ve won for your art, and Pablo freaking Picasso. Your 9th grade math teacher even tasked you with decorating her classroom in geometric art. No one ever talked to you about your favorite reptiles or your love of pineapple pizza. Because what else did anyone know about you aside from art?

“I only know you as the number one lizard enthusiast in the world,” Jungkook jokes. His down-to-earth smile is both contagious and comforting. “I get where you’re coming from, though.”

“It’s not all that different from you and your two Instagram accounts. One is for here,” you say, poking the charming dimple on his cheek. “And the other is for here.” You interlace your fingers with his tattooed ones and hold his drawing hand up. You aren’t the only one who wishes to separate themself from their art—perhaps for opposite reasons.

You want to be seen as more than just your art, just as Jungkook wants to be seen as more than his pretty face.

“Yeah,” he says softly as he threads his free hand through his hair. “By the way, I’m sorry I spoiled the big reveal.”

You shake your head. “In all honesty, I preferred you to figure it out on your own.” In an instant, your grin goes from angelic to devilish. “And besides, I have one more surprise for you.”

“Why are you smiling like that? Should I be scared?” The boy spins around and frantically checks every corner of the studio. He searches high for hidden cameras, low for booby traps, and all around for possible lizard friends. You can’t help but laugh. You’re dating a complete goofball.

“Relax, it’s behind the espresso machine.” You pull him over toward the nutty aroma of roasted coffee beans. With a straight face, you add, “Try to be quiet, or else it’ll lash out at you.”

Jungkook does a good job of staying silent, although his wide-eyed expression speaks volumes. If you had to guess, he’s probably thinking something along the lines of, “I fucking knew it. It’s a fucking snake. This is what I get for dating that adorable reptile-loving dork.”

“I’m just fucking with you, Jeon.” Despite your evil cackle, the boy lets out a sigh of relief. “It’s not something nearly as exciting as a bearded dragon.”

“What is it then?” He tries to peek over your shoulder, but the object in question is already tucked away in your hands behind your back.

You gesture for his hand, and never once has he hesitated to give it to you. After placing the small metal object in his palm, you fold his fingers around it. “Take a look.”

Jungkook unfolds his fingers and finds a shiny key.

“You’re giving me full studio access?” He definitely wasn’t expecting this one.

“You can come in anytime to practice or borrow equipment or—”

“Or make myself a vanilla latte?”

“Exactly.” You plop yourself back into the leather chair and catch the boy by his wrist. He stumbles forward with the momentum and nearly falls on top of you. “You can even do the honors of giving snowsleeve her second tattoo.”

You flex your fingers, drawing attention to the outer edge of your hand. If you want to start small, a hand tattoo sounds appropriate. And besides, you find all of Jungkook’s tiny hand tattoos so dang charming, and that may or may not be what’s inspired you. When clients ask you about it, you can tell them the story.

“I know you’re in high demand, but is there any chance I can get an appointment with you today?” you ask innocently, ignoring the fact that you’re supposed to be having a consultation about Jungkook’s next tattoo. But that can wait a little longer.

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckles at your aggressive puppy eyes. If you could be an emoji, you’d be an angry one with puppy dog eyes and hearts. “But I suppose I can squeeze you in right now since you’re so fucking cute.”

You use this opportunity to give Jungkook a step-by-step tutorial on a proper tattoo setup. You show him your signature plastic wrapping technique, give him a rundown of your favorite machines, and share everything else with him that’s become second nature to you.

“So are we actually doing this?” he asks after a few practice doodles on fake skin with your favorite pen for lining. His lines are smooth, his hand is steady, and the depth looks about right.

“I’m in if you are.” You sit curled up in the leather chair, doing your best to mask the nerves building up inside your chest. The last thing you want is for your own uneasiness to rub off on a boy who has yet to tattoo an actual human being. “We can do something small and simple, just so you can get the feel of digging into real skin.”

“Bet.” Jungkook gives you a confident nod. “Any special requests?”

You point to the side of your hand, just below your pinky. “Something cute that you can freehand? Like a bunny fairy?”

“The biggest surprise of the day is that you don’t want a lizard.” He rolls in on your stool, takes your hand, and draws out exactly what you ask for. And it’s super wholesome. He leans back to get a glimpse of your reaction. “Good?”

“The best.” You can’t take your eyes off the floppy ears, the delicate wings, and the cute little heart nose. The love you feel for the boy and his art is starting to eat away at your nerves. You better keep yourself in check. Otherwise, you might do something too bold or reckless. Because that’s how safe you feel when you’re with Jungkook.

After making the switch from marker to machine, a few butterflies come fluttering back, but you’d like to believe you’ve still got a good poker face. In one hand, he wields the buzzing machine that seems a whole lot more intimidating when you aren’t the one gripping it. He slides his other hand beneath yours, against the plastic-wrapped armrest. Maybe he won’t feel the jitters vibrating through your body.

His gloved hand feels more like a fuzzy blanket keeping you warm on a gloomy rainy day. A boyfriend could say a lot of things to put his partner at ease in this situation. He might say, “It’s okay,” or “Let me know if the pain gets to be too much,” or even, “You don’t have to force yourself. I’d love you with or without this tattoo.”

Jungkook isn’t that boyfriend, though. He doesn’t need to speak into existence what you already know. He has his own way of doing things.

“Do you remember that first day in art class? When I drew that other bunny for you?” He holds your gaze for a moment. The buzzing fades into the background, and you feel the muscles in your hand loosening up. “I held your hand just like this.”

Of course you remember. No boy has ever made you feel so comforted by a single touch. That day, you were so happy. And for the first time in a while, you felt excited for the days to come. It marked the beginning of something precious with no end in sight.

You nod, prompting him to continue on with his storytime. He gives you one last squeeze before retracting his hand so that his canvas is resting on a flat surface.

“I still think about that day a lot, you know.” His voice is soft, yet everything comes out so clear above the humming. How can a boy like him be so sweet? It still blows your mind that you had this bad boy image of him when he first entered the classroom that day. 

“Me too.” Your cheeks are starting to hurt from how much you’re smiling. “Little did I know, that bad boy with the tattoos would turn out to be the biggest dork and sweetheart ever.”

“FYI, you’re the only person who’s allowed to call me a sweetheart.” The face he makes at you is a mix of a pout and him trying not to smile. Whatever it is, it serves as the perfect distraction for the needle hovering above your hand.

The first needle contact is more of a graze against your skin. He glances up for your reaction. You mouth, “A little deeper,” and he makes the adjustment several times. You don’t mind that he’s slowly easing both of you into it. He could spend a week chipping away at this simple tattoo, and you’d still love him.

When he finds the sweet spot in your skin, you stay quiet to let him focus. You want to praise him for how crisp and clean his lines are, and how pretty the bunny is turning out, but you bite your tongue and save it for the end.

“Anything else I should add in?” Once he's gone over every line, he sets the machine down and lets you admire the art he’s left on you. It’s tiny, adorable, and so so special to you. You don’t need anything else.

“It’s perfect.” You hop out of the seat and stretch, admiring your beautiful new ink in the studio lights. You’re glowing. From the stool, Jungkook lets out a healthy sigh, both exhausted and relieved to know his first attempt went as well as it did. You lean over, lift his chin, and steal a kiss. “Thank you, Jungkook,” you whisper into his mouth.

He kisses you again and licks his lips.

“So, are we still having my consultation?” His eyes wander across your body, from the tattoo he gave you to wherever that other tattoo might be hiding. Something tells you he wouldn’t be against rescheduling the consultation. “If not, you can come over and play with the cat.”

[the-maidofgevaudan]

Midsummers- JJ Maybank

requested: Yes. Hey babe! I have a request for jj x kook!reader <3. Just like she's not a kook turned pogue like sarah, she's everything a kook is (except she's not an asshole lol) and yet her and jj are dating and no one understands how since they're total opposites, but they just love eachother so much and it works. Maybe if you want write some angst into it if you want, since what i gave you is just a scenario an not really a plot. But always a fluff ending! :) <3

a/n: I enjoyed writing this so much. The italicized words are the reader thinking back to a year ago. GIF not mine- creds to owner. Lots of fluff. No warnings beyond what is shown in the show.

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It had started out as a way to defy your parents. You had never expected to actually like the blonde-haired, surfer, kleptomaniac that was JJ Maybank. He was undeniably attractive- those washboard abs, strong arms from the years of random odd jobs, and eyes so blue you could practically drown in them. Being physically attracted to JJ was a no brainer, but coming to adore the rough around the edges pogue took you by surprise. Once you broke through the tough guy persona he embodied ninety-five percent of the time you found out he was incredibly loyal to a fault and emotional even. You would like to say it was his soft side that won you over, but truth be told you liked that JJ was reckless. You were pretty sure that the moment you fell in love with JJ, was when he knocked the shit out of Topper at Midsummer’s a year ago. 

You had on the new white dress your mother had bought you for the occasion when there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it!” you called out through the house. Upon opening the front door you were met with those deep blue eyes. “JJ”

“Wow. You look- hot.” He breathed out taking in your appearance. 

“You have a way with words JJ Maybank.” You said tilting your head at him and giving him a look. 

The moment was broken up by your mother coming to the door to see who had come by. “Ah, JJ, you made it.” She said in what was her best attempt at not sounding disappointed. 

“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world ma’am.” JJ replies not missing a beat causing a small laugh to escape your lips. 

You all had rode over to the venue in your parents' car. Your mother continuously nagging you on the way over- ‘adjust your flower crown,’ ‘don’t forget to talk to the Thornton’s,’ ‘did you even put any makeup on?’ ‘Speak to the Carrera girl- it will make us look more charitable.’

Seeing JJ’s growing frustration with your family and your mothers blunt comment about his friend you grabbed his hand and gave a few squeezes. You knew he hated the idea of coming to Midsummer’s, but after a week of begging he had given in and allowed you to buy him a suit. He took a few deep breaths and squeezed your hand back letting you know he was okay. 

He was much better when you finally arrived. His friend, Heyward’s son, was there helping his dad cater and he disappeared to go speak to him. JJ promised he would come find you shortly, so you decided to make your rounds by speaking to all the families present. Your mother played a large role in planning Midsummer’s so you were expected to also play host. 

You had spoken to Kelce’s parents, the Thornton’s, Smith’s, and were making your way over to Ward and Rose Cameron when Topper stopped you in your path. 

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“I see you’ve gone full kook on us.” Pope mocked JJ. 

JJ laughed and shook his head, “Just enjoying a little bubble wrap.”

“You look miserable in that suit. J, why are you still with this girl? You hate these events- we all do. When you started seeing her we all assumed it was just for a hook-up. Me and JB gave it 3 weeks before you’d decide to let her go. You’re at Midsummer’s bro- this is the lion's den, and you’re mixed up in the middle of it.”

“She’s different Pope. I mean yeah- she’s a kook and I mean full kook. She has a coffee order that takes 5 minutes just to order, she is constantly trying to get me to dress better, she can never get ready in less than an hour, and I pity the waiter that has to tend to her needs because there’s never a meal that doesn’t need adjusting. She also somehow isn’t ashamed of me though, she makes me calm, and she makes me want to be better.”

“JJ, are you in love?” Pope mocks him.

JJ gives Pope a shove- “I like her.”

“No- you are embarrassingly in love with her. You are sweating your ass off in a suit at Midsummer’s talking about your feelings- i’m pretty sure that counts as love.”

“JJ? What the hell are you doing here?” Kiara calls to the boys as she approaches in a purple silk dress. 

“Nice costume.” JJ remarks back.

“I could say the same to you.” She says with a smirk.

“He’s still seeing the kook from the beach that day.” Pope informs Kie

Kie gives JJ an incredulous look- “seriously?”

“I get why you guys don’t understand it, but we work alright.” JJ gives the two pogues a serious look and begins to walk off to find you.

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“Nice dress.” Topper says looking you up and down. 

You roll your eyes, “Thanks Top. You looking for Rafe? I heard he’s giving out bumps in the men's locker room.” You smirk.

He takes a step towards you so that you’re standing close enough for him to whisper to you, so no one else hears, “It would be best for you to keep that information to yourself. You wouldn’t want me to go around informing everyone you’re sleeping with trash.”

You scoff, “You are such an asshole. You can tell whoever you want about me and JJ. If you’re still jealous though, just say that.” You give the boy a challenging look.

He grabs your arm aggressively, “You are a slut and that’s all you’ll ever be.”

“Stop it Topper. Get your hands off of me.” You say trying to pry your arm from his grip. You look around for help, but of course no one is paying attention. Why would they be? Two of Figure Eight’s brightest and best just having a close conversation- everyone on this side of the island were always trying to push you two together. 

“Hey Power Puff Girl- she said to get off of her.” JJ said coming out of nowhere and swinging his fist towards Topper's face. 

That was the end of it because as soon as JJ’s fist connected with Topper’s face- he was on the ground. Security quickly rushed over to escort JJ out and no matter how much you protested they just kept pushing him towards the exit. Your parent’s insisted on you staying or you would have kept on walking out with JJ. He gave you a final wink and smirk on his way out and that was the moment he stole your heart. You told him you’d call him later and the rest was history. 

“What are you thinking about over there?” JJ asks as he approaches you on the hammock at the Chateau. 

“Just the time you knocked Topper on his ass in front of all of Figure Eight.” You said with a smile. “I am pretty sure it’s the moment I fell in love with you.”

He gives you a soft smile and joins you on the hammock pulling you into him and whispers into your ear, “I love you.”

[written-by-ariddletobesolved]

wrapped up.

In a world where her own people turned against her because of her powers, Queen Elsa found a redemption by taking her enemy to rule beside her as her king. 

Dark!Helsa AU: What if Elsa and Hans eventually end up ruling Arendelle and share a vision of building an Empire together?

Written for Helsaween 2022 @helsaweenfun @helsaweekmasterlist 

Note: I like the idea of Helsa being a power couple, so yeah, here, have this ficlet. I would love to expand this AU, but that has to wait. Maybe I’ll save it for another time. Anyway, enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated. Also, I can't help but think of Helsa when I listen to this inspo behind this fic.

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“Little did they know that the queen they despised so much was actually the only one King Hans listened to.”

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“You have one week, General. Keep that in mind.” The command echoed in the throne room with such authority that could make anyone flinch, but for the highest ranked General of Arendelle, it could only mean that the king meant business. “You’re dismissed.”

“Your Majesty.” 

General Björn bowed deeply, before scurrying towards the big double doors. When he was about to grab the handle, the doors swung open to reveal Queen Elsa. The red and black colours of her dress matched with the king’s attire, and the General was quickly reminded of the task he had at hand. In the king’s presence, he tried to give his best respect to the powerful woman before him and bowed deeply.

“My Queen.”

Elsa nodded shortly, before strutting past him. The corner of her lips twitched, knowing perfectly that it was just a facade that he showed to her, that he was just like those men who didn’t trust her enough to rule the country simply because she’s a woman—this, the queen knew very well. Once the doors were closed behind her, Elsa couldn’t contain her smirk any longer. Looking up, she caught her husband’s gaze, who seemed to share her amusement.

“He didn’t seem happy.” The queen pointed out, tilting her head slightly.

“He has one week to figure out who started the new gossip this time.”

“Hmm, which one?” Elsa asked as she slowly made her way towards the throne. “The one saying that I’m too cold to touch or the one saying that I’m barren?”

She moved so swiftly, her footsteps light as a feather, but her confidence was radiant that the king couldn’t help but shift on his throne. Her cerulean eyes held his emerald ones with something like a challenge, as if she wanted to test the waters, to test his devotion. 

“The one saying that you’re too cold to touch which, of course, is untrue.”

“Ah,” she noted, her gaze softened for a brief second.

Elsa climbed up the dais and towered before him. Her lips curved into a smile, as she reached to cup his cheek, fingertips gently mapping the freckles dusting his face. Her heart swelled inside her ribcage at the way his eyes fluttered close when she lightly traced over his well groomed sideburn, down to his jaw, lingering under his chin before she firmly lifted his head so their eyes could meet once again.

“I admire your devotion to stand up for your queen, Hans,” she muttered, ending her sentence with a small smile. “Such loyalty is very valuable to ensure the future of our soon to be one of the greatest empires in history.”

Hans’ breathing hitched when Elsa pressed her thumb against his bottom lip, her long nail slightly digging into his flesh. The whole time his eyes never left hers, as if he was enchanted, but Elsa knew she didn’t have to do much, for she had already captured the exiled prince-turned king’s attention the first time they met a few years ago. In fact, she was the reason why he came to Arendelle in the first place, and her heart swelled with pride at that thought.

“I live to serve, My Queen,” he muttered, before kissing on the heel of her palm, sending shivers down her spine.

As if he noticed the way her mouth agape, he trailed open mouthed kisses down to her beating pulse, his hand grabbing her arm to steady her. He took his time, his movement slow and sensual, and Elsa began to feel lightheaded. The feeling of his lips against her sensitive skin was enough to draw a long sigh from the queen, who moved to sit on his lap with her fingers buried into his auburn hair. She tugged on the locks to pry him off her wrist only to capture his lips with her own.

Elsa kissed him deeply, allowing him an entrance to explore her cavity, while she got lost in the passion. She smiled against his mouth, her hand trailing down from his neck to his collarbone, before stopping on his chest, just above his beating heart. She pushed gently, frost began to spread and coat his uniform with ice, making him shiver and let out a moan when the ice reached the bare skin of his neck. Gently, Elsa yanked his head to press her lips over his frost covered skin, and the ice quickly evaporated.

The king whimpered, as if he tried to bite back a moan and not admit defeat. His grip around her waist and lower back tightened, and when he squeezed, the queen began to pant and rested her forehead against the crook of his neck. He could feel her catch her breath, and in a swift movement Hans held her close delicately, pulling her further into his warm body.

“You know it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you, Elsa,” Hans muttered and sighed.

Elsa looked down on him, meeting his gaze once again. Although she had her husband’s arm to support her back, she pressed her tiptoes on the wooden dais, as an attempt to tell him that she was still standing her ground. It wasn’t hard to make him bend to her will. After all, she was preferable, and who can resist the preferable one?

“I know, and I love you for that.”

Grabbing his collar, she pulled him into another kiss.

“I love you,” Hans murmured against her lips, resting his hand on her thigh. 

He was always so gentle with her, contrasting to the way he commanded the guards every time he caught words about an upcoming rebellion or the way he expressed his disagreement with the councilmen when they suggested removing Elsa from the room now that they had a king. He would treat his queen so delicately like she was the first snowflake to fall on winter solstice to show his devotion and affection. He let her take his hand and pull his strings like a puppeteer, not because he feared her powers, but because he wanted her to. Hans had already got everything he’d ever wanted, anyway.

The feeling of her ice trailing down his back underneath his royal attire made Hans gasp,

“My Queen.” 

Knowing that she had this man wrapped up around her finger, Elsa smiled. Oh, to witness the King of Arendelle, to whom the kingdom preferred to look up and listen, eventually succumb to her dominance. If only those people who underestimated her could see him in such a state: dishevelled and so eager to serve his queen. As the rest of them should have.  

Little did they know that the queen they despised so much was actually the only one King Hans listened to.