#Why on Earth should we expect that of random strangers we know nothing about?
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I mostly concur with the above reblogger, but I wanted to add one thing:
I wouldn't say that anything you do will have zero impact. There are SOME things you can do that will have an impact, if you choose to put your time and energy into this issue. (Which you are not obligated to do, to be clear, unless you have some sort of role or job which implies that sort of responsibility.)
You aren't necessarily helpless. But subscribing to OP's mindset is a really good way to make yourself helpless.
I've seen that mindset, repeatedly. I had that mindset, at one point in time. You know what changed that, more than anything else? Becoming an actual activist.
The activists who hold on to the mindset that a mental health break is selfish? The ones that can't or won't emotionally distance themselves? The ones that don't acknowledge their right to care for themselves because someone, somewhere is suffering worse than them? They don't last, and they don't help.
The good ending for that road is to burn out, and then not be able to help anymore. The bad ending is to fall heavily into compassion fatigue, and then be so desensitized and unable to care that you cause real harm. Or there's the other bad ending, which is that you neglect yourself so thoroughly that you end up hurt, sick, or dead (and maybe hurt others while you are at it). You might even manage to do all three of these things.
If you want to make a real impact on more than a minuscule scale, you not only need to allow yourself mental health breaks (which, yes, sometimes include disengaging completely), you need to accept that they aren't selfish at all. They are sometimes the only way you'll be able to preserve your ability to help. Feeling personally affected by an issue is valid, and sometimes unavoidable, but it doesn't correlate to how much of a difference you make.
Hurting yourself doesn't automatically help others. Many of us have heard metaphor which references the airplane safety instruction to put on your oxygen mask before helping others do so. It's a good metaphor. A suffocating person isn't going to thank you for the valiant gesture of suffocating yourself alongside them, when you had the option to save the both of you.
I believe in sacrifice, in some cases. I believe in acknowledging my privilege. But sacrifice generally implies that you are giving something up to help someone else. If you are just giving something up⌠it's more suffering in the world, not less.
Do you want to actually help? I bet you there are activism campaigns that would love to have you, in a variety of forms and levels of commitment. Including entirely remote efforts, if you aren't in a position or location to engage in in-person efforts. That goes for any cause, not just this one.
And you'll make a lot more difference in that sphere if you prioritize your impact, instead of your devotion to the issue.
i think anyone who is genuinely worried about their mental health bc of the situation in gaza probably needs to reformat their way of thinking about it. the answer is not to take a âmental health breakâ where you pretend whats happening in gaza doesnt exist and stop being vocal and refuse to hear people around you who are vocal. the way to do that âmental health breakâ much more effectively and not selfishly would be to remove yourself from constant streams of idiotic and/or murderously evil people. stop watching tiktok debates. stop reading genocidal reddit comments and news articles from sources you KNOW want palestine dead. stop putting the focus on the murderers and keep your attention on sympathy and love for the murdered, on hope and optimism (even if naive) and activism to do your part in making things better. dont get me wrong the murderers still need to be dealt with but if you as an individual feel like youâre getting too overwhelmed with despair to be helpful, the answer is to shift your focus away from those causing the despair, not to ignore and abandon those who have to actually live through it.
#activism wank#That's my tag for this sort of thing now.#compassion#compassion fatigue#burnout#mental health#guilt tripping#activism#copying my tags from my original reblog:#See: Clickhole article 'Selfish: This Man Found Time To Build A Birdhouse While JonBenĂŠt Ramseyâs Murder Is Still Unsolved'#There are so many important issues in this world. Many of them truly horrible and deliberate atrocities.#One person is not physically nor mentally capable of talking about every issue that needs to be talked about. Not even just in passing.#You are not going to have an impact that way either. There are people suffering in horrible ways all around this planet.#You can feel guilty for not talking about every single one of them. Or you can majorly help a few of them by focusing your time.#We live in a society for a reason. We specialize our professions because that works. Impactful activists specialize too.#I doubt OP is actively reading about every ongoing major human rights violation. Or even just ones Western countries are complicit in.#I never see this take about COVID anymore for that matter. Most people have more obligation and impact on that issue than Palestine.#So maybe we all instinctively understand that emotional reactions to every single important issue will hurt us and help no one.#Anyone has the right to their own hurt and pain and anger (though I would caution you to recognize when it reaches the point of self-harm).#But demanding it of others is unfair and harmful. And you don't have to let others or your own anxiety/guilt to demand that of you.#Compassion fatigue is real. We don't expect trained professionals to handle the burden of emotional involvement in every important case.#Why on Earth should we expect that of random strangers we know nothing about?#It's a lot kinder to distance yourself than it is to burn yourself out trying to care about everything and lose your compassion entirely.#That's part of why we get medical professionals who start with selfless motivations but are callous/cruel to patients a few years later.#I like making an impact and I'm not going to be sorry that I have to focus my mental effort to do that. I am one human.#My guilt isn't praxis. My pain and emotional investment isn't some sort of boon to the less privileged people of the world.#Also I help less when I have to spend time and energy to fend off people expecting an obligation from me that I didn't sign up for.#I DO engage in real-life political activism. Whenever I-P is in the news I usually have to take a break due to harassment from leftists.#Which is the kind of pointed irony you'd expect from a particularly unsubtle Star Trek episode.#palestine
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âł Summary: Youâre a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.
âł Pairing: Jungkook/Reader
âł Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut,Â
Word Count: 13k
Tags: tentacle sex im sorry, foreplay, oral (f) but not?? jungkook is technically a virgin by human standards ayyy, penetration, nipple play, over stimulation, double penetration, squirting, sub!jungkook, breath play, spit kink, jungkook can make his own lube??, anal im so sorry, praise kink, they become soul mates on accident oops,
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You didnât see nor understand what JK was talking about at first, he just fumbled along between alleyways and roads and nobody, or what little people were on the streets didnât look at you twice given your friend was as tall and broad as he was. Perks of being with a man you guessed. You still didnât know what he was actually talking about except for the assumption that he had found his...friendsâŚ?
Eventually JK had dragged you through a lot of fields which had made you increasingly anxious, what if a kidnapper was out here? True you wouldnât mind him using his talon like tentacles then but still...You also didnât want to go to jail for assisting a homicide...Standing in an empty field, at the dead of night, was not what you intended on doing on a friday night.
JK seemed excited though as he bounced, grabbing a hold of you, he pressed his thumb to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut on instinct from being so close to him suddenly but your brows pinched and an uncomfortable ache throbbed in your head before he released you. Rubbing your head you whined before you looked up again, only jumping with a screech at the...ship...in front of you...which was NOT there a moment ago.Â
âHome!â JK announced proudly as he grabbed your hand, tugging you along against your will, was this really...his ship? Oh god what if he was abducting you...You didnât have time to think as he ushered you inside. It looked small on the outside admittedly but on the inside it was all glossy and clean, a sleek futuristic look dawning the interior.
Futuristic, he was an alien, you werenât shocked at the assessment but still. This mustâve been the hanger or...living area⌠or...hell if you knew ship terms, it looked like the dining room but you didnât expect two others to appear. All of them speaking in that same throaty tongue as he ran to them, embracing them with pure excitement on his face before he pointed to you, a look of pride on his face as he cleared his voice, âY/n.â He spoke clearly as if introducing you.
 You gave an awkward stiff wave before immediately dropping your arm, you were going to be extremely pissed if this was the LSD trip you thought you were having yesterday. You watched them all speak to one another before the one on the right nodded, saying something before gesturing JK off, who hurriedly ran off leaving you alone....with two aliensâŚ
They both looked at you expectantly as you looked around, âHiâŚâ You offered an awkward smile, âYou guys are terrifyingâŚâ Watching the one on the right grab a watering can to pour over a small...purple colored...tree? âYou less soâŚâ You turned to the other one, his eyes dark and piercing and wowâŚif you thought JK was hot you hadnât even thought about what it would look like to seem someone attractive from his species, âYou the mostâŚâ You wrapped your arms around yourself uncomfortably.Â
âHeâs just assessing you, Taehyungâs like that with anyone associated with our Jungkookie.â You nearly wheezed at the sound of the one on the right speaking full...EnglishâŚhe offered a dimpled smile as if anticipating that reaction, âApologies. Iâm Namjoon, Iâm sure youâre extremely confused and scared with everything going on.âÂ
â...You could say thatâŚâ Your twisted somewhat painfully as you nodded rapidly, it was midnight and you were in a fucking spaceship, âUmmm, where did JK goâŚ?âÂ
Namjoon as he called himself suddenly snorted, shaking his head as he sighed, âTold him he shouldâve paid more attention in the academy,â He rolled his eyes, âJungkook,â He emphasised the name, âThatâs his full Earth name. He just forgot it because he never pays attention,â He offered a weak smile, âAnd heâs in the memoir chamber rememorizing English so he can actually speak to you. Itâs handy for us Orionianâs in case a situation like this happens and we donât know archaic languages like English.â
You didnât understand a word of what he just said, âIâm sorry...I think Iâm too dumb to talk to you, honestlyâŚâ You felt extremely stupid but much to your surprise Namjoon laughed in delight, as if endured by your words.Â
âYou humans are pretty humble huh,â He hummed as he continued watering the rest of his plants, âAnyways, our ship crashed here on Earth on our way to the andromeda galaxy and Jungkook ended up falling out, it was an...extremely rocky crashâŚâ His smile still weak as if a vague memory entered his mind, âYou have our utmost thanks for taking him in when he was injured and housing him.âÂ
âItâs no problem, I wouldâve done it for anyone.â You shifted a little, smiling a tiny bit despite still not feeling as comfortable as you wish you could be, it was just difficult to take in everything that was rapidly changing but your words still stood, you would have. Especially for...Jungkook...you lingered on the same, it sounded more fitting for the tall puppy like boy.Â
âSo what are your intentions with Jungkook?â You jumped at how deep the second voice was...Taehyung if you remembered correctly and he only looked about as hot as he was intimidating, âWhy did you take him in if you knew his identity.âÂ
You flailed a little, intending to speak yet no words came out...you...you hadnât really thought about it...at all honestlyâŚâI...I ummm...wellâŚâÂ
âAre you working for them?â Taehyung stepped towards you, his expression becoming cold as you feebly took a step back looking towards the ground and unsure of how to answer or if youâd even given him a satisfying answer.Â
âStop.â The new voice was raspy and low, not too terribly deep, but just enough to sound charming and rather rugged, Jungkook had appeared again only this time, immediately standing defensively in front of you, âShe found me and even after finding out about me being an Orionian she didnât report me to any Earth officials. I trust her, and you should too.âÂ
He...he could speak...perfect English now...What!?Â
Taehyungâs eyes narrowed onto you, still distrustful but he laid off, âRight...and what is this about you bonding with her? I donât think sheâd be a good vessel.âÂ
Jungkookâs jaw twitched and you could see the glow of the crescents on his hand burning in red, âWell Iâm not asking for your permission to bond with her.â He spat back, his brows furrowed and his lip twitching in anger, suddenly he didnât look so cute and puppy like anymore, âAnd itâs not like weâre getting off Earth anytime soon with the ship in this state, so itâs best if we just resume the plan as originally intended.âÂ
âYou think Iâd choose a vessel as inferior as humans to have my offspring?â Taehyungâs face curled as if that was the biggest insult he had ever heard and yet you nearly choked at his words, vessel? Offspring? Uh what?Â
âStop fighting,â Namjoon sighed and much to your surprise both of the two boys quieted down, Jungkook still stood in front of you, shuffling a little closer as Namjoon sighed, âJungkook is rightâŚâ He made a noise of victory as Taehyungâs mouth twitched in anger, the marks along his body burning a deep red that was just a little scary to watch from afar, âWith the technology at hand here on Earth and with Arbitrators searching for us, itâs in our best interest to make the most of what we have here. Besides, Earth is unsuspecting and was one of our forerunnerâs best creations. Itâs not too far off irony to let them be the vessel of our offspring.âÂ
You stared up at Jungkookâs broad back in disbelief...this man was trying to impregnate you after a half a day of knowing you!? You werenât sure plan B was prepared for this shit. Jungkook looked deeply satisfied at Taehyungâs reaction though before he turned to you, his expression soft and puppy-like as he smiled somewhat timidly before speaking as if he was a little giddy, âHiâŚâÂ
You couldâve said anything in this moment, in which Jungkook looked like he had been excitedly waiting for, and yet your choice of words had been admittedly poor.
âYouâre gonna have to bag another bitch, I donât do kids! I...I did NOT sign up for this!â You immediately backed away from him like he was poison and you didnât know how these fuckers procreated and at this point you werenât sure you wanted to learn!
Jungkookâs lips parted and he looked a little hurt before he quickly approached you again, âI donât expect you to want to carry my children yetâŚ.âÂ
âYet!?â You shouted out making all three of them flinch a little, âI...I just let you stay at my place because you looked like you were dying in a ditch, and now! Iâm in a spaceship, I canât find the exit and you can suddenly speak English and youâre talking about kids!? This...nu-uh this is going way too fast. I...I really need to get home.âÂ
Jungkookâs lips trembled a little as he reached out for you, âIâll take you back! Or-! Or you could stay here until the morning, you shouldnât be out alone, Earth has proved to be unsafe at night.â He tenderly held your forearms as your expression awkwardly twisted.Â
âNothing worse could happen to me than what happened earlier tonight,â You shook your head rapidly as you sighed, âJust show me the exit, Iâll be fine, really. Iâm happy for you! Seriously! I mean it looks like youâre reunited with your kin so thereâs no reason for us to stay in contact and itâs been fun and out of this world- literally.â You laughed a little as you rambled, all three staring at you wide eyed, âBut like, seriously Iâll keep this to myself and just hope itâs a really shitty drug trip like I originally thought it wasâŚâ
Jungkook sighed, lowering his head in defeat and his lips trembled a little in that sulky way it had been this morning as he went to the hatch where you both had come in, dialing a few buttons he waited a moment as he mumbled, âI just want to explain everything to you, I owe you that, at leastâŚâÂ
You said nothing waiting for the door to open as he dialed a few other buttons, and a few more, and again...and againâŚâUm,â He cleared his throat a little, âNamjoonâŚ? The door?â He asked, his eyes doe like as he stared at his companion who sighed, squeezing between you both as he also dialed a few numbers into the glowing pad.Â
They both waited before Namjoonâs lips twisted into a sigh as if somehow expecting this to happen before he spoke, âDoorsâ jammed...againâŚâ
âThis is fucking perfect.â Taehyung swore with a sigh, gritting his teeth as his eyes glared into you briefly, causing you to sheepishly back a little towards Jungkook, âIâm going back to my pod, I canât deal with this.â He brooded before leaving as you looked between both aliens.Â
â...Jammed? The door? As inâŚ?âÂ
Jungkookâs lips twisted into a nervous smile, his marks glowing a light purple as he coughed, âLooks like weâll have plenty of time to talk nowâŚâ Fuck! Why did things have to be this complicated, it could have been worse, but it was the same annoyance you had when Youtube played an unskippable ad, or when the lead in your pencil broke, a cookie falling onto the floor, that type of inconvenience.
Unshockingly Jungkook didnât hold the same feeling as he spoke gently, âI can show you to my pod, itâll be awhile before the door gets fixedâŚâ He gave you an endearing apologetic smile.Â
â...As long as you arenât gonna try to knock me up then sure.â You stared at him in disdain, making him weakly smile as he stepped back up the metal stairs and if you didnât know any better you wouldâve assumed he was actually happy you were stuck with no other choice but to stay.Â
âOnce you see her to your pod, a word please Jungkook...â Namjoonâs gaze was fixed on the door quizzically as if already trying to deduce what had made it jammed, he made no effort to look back at you both but you could tell it was probably important.Â
Jungkook only nodded eagerly and kept your hand in his as he lead you down the small the hallway, lights flickering and while you were anything but an engineer or mechanic, it wasnât hard to tell they had crash landed, Jungkook ignored the mess against the walls as he typed in something before a door slid open revealing what you assumed was his room, the door slid shut behind you making you jump a little as you investigated the space. It was a minimalistic room, a few trinkets laid around and a messy bed was against the wall.
âYou can sleep if you want...I know you were tired when I woke you upâŚâ Jungkookâs marks glowed a soft pink as he bashfully looked at the ground, scratching his cheek as if he didnât know what to say, âI um...I should go speak to my brother.âÂ
Before you could even say anything Jungkook had already left looking somewhat sheepish, leaving you to curiously look around the room, it was spacious and in tones of deep brown and black, a few gadgets laying around on his nightstand as you tilted your head.Â
His pod...so basically...a bedroom. You assumed as much as you couldnât really make a distinct difference between the two. True you couldâve slept like he had suggested, you were exhausted but too wired to even think about sleeping at the moment due to how bizarre of circumstances you were in. You were in an alienâs bedroom, on a space ship...
You had took your time browsing around the room, curiously holding a few trinkets in an attempt to figure out what they were, time passed slowly and for a while, you began to wonder if this was just a set up for them to butt probe you like Jimin had original thought they would. Not that you would mind as much as him but- besides the point, the longer you were left with your thoughts, the more that piled up.
When the door abruptly opened you nearly jumped out of your skin, hurriedly setting down what looked like a portable flame thrower before whirling around, Jungkook looked a little timid as he smiled, âIâm sorry that took so long...Um...â He closed the door gently before he gestured, âPlease, go ahead and rest, from my understanding...um...humans have a standard sleep cycle yes?âÂ
You didnât fully understand what he was asking besides if you slept at night, rubbing your neck you did as he gestured, taking a seat on the bed before you jumped a little as it did not feel like a normal bed, âUh I guess...? Why...why didnât you just leave? You...didnât have to wake me.â You mumbled, scooping your feet up as you laid down, shifting a little as you tried to get comfortable.
The bed felt almost like a marshmallow, something in between water and memory foam as the bed moved in slow, lapping waves as you attempted to get comfortable again with a pout tugging on your lips.Â
Jungkook watched you with endearment before he laid on the bed next to you, âYou have to stop moving, coranium matches the pattern of your body to keep everything aligned and slowly adjusts to the movement of your body throughout your sleep duration.âÂ
You rolled onto your side to look at him as you curled up a little, his marks still a light pink and his smile a little shy as he spoke, âTo answer your question I mean...I feel like it should be obvious, I want to make my bond with you so it was natural I wanted to take you with me. I donât know Earth well enough to confidently navigate it on my own without getting lost. I couldnât risk leaving you and then being unable to find my way back. As well as I knew Iâd be able to learn English fast in the memoir chamber, so then weâd be able to talkâŚâ he smiled a bit timidly, his eyes fondly washing over your face as you awkwardly scooted a little away from him.Â
His eyes downcasting a little at the gesture as he frowned, and once again, even despite speaking english now it didnât help his case in looking like a kicked puppy, âWell...am I supposed to know what a memoir chamber is? AndâŚ.bonding and...literally everything you guys have said thus far?âÂ
Jungkook rested his chin on his hands as he hummed, thinking about your words carefully before he spoke, âThe memoir chamber is in most Orionian ships, it helps us adapt to the planet around us and depending on what region weâre in, the language. Our kind carry human DNA- or...moreso the other way around, so inherently we know all Earth languages as they descended from Orionian dialect, butâŚâ He scratched his cheek, marks glowing pink once more, âI had a difficult time studying earth languages in the academy. Itâs unrealistic for us to know them all, so the Memoir serves as a rebrief to put in the language back into our minds.âÂ
God what were you in now? A shitty sy-fy film? You rolled onto your back as you said no more, thinking about his answer for a good long minute before you parted your lips only to shut them...Hold on one damn minute- did he just insinuate his kind created humans? Knowing all languages? What!? âI donât even know how to unpack that sentenceâŚâ You muttered, staring up at the ceiling which twinkled in a galaxy of constellations and if you didnât know any better you wouldâve assumed it was an open glass ceiling to outer space.
It aligned with nebulaâs and stars, planets for what looked like miles and miles. You could stare at it for hours in awe, how did you not notice that until now.
âI could only imagine being human, itâs a lot to take in,â Jungkook offered a gentle smile, âAs for bondingâŚâ He was pink all over as he scratched his cheek again, eyes fluttering away from yours almost shyly, âItâs what it sounds like, when we Orionianâs find a person who we like and want to share our life with, we begin a bond, and it takes awhile for the bond to grow but once itâs finished, weâd complete it with a mating cycle, and then...Weâre celestially bond together.â He mumbled a little shyly, his eyes looked like stars twinkling as he talked about it, almost in a dreamy fashion.Â
â....â You couldnât even find the words to say anything before you muttered, âYouâve known me for a dayâŚâ True Jungkook was cute, but all of this stuff about bonding and space really made it difficult to grasp the concept in a way which wasnât him basically proposing to you.
Jungkook looked as if he had been abruptly pulled from his little fantasy world as he frowned, propping himself on his forearm as he spoke, âTime is only a concept for Orionianâs, when we know who our bond is meant for, we just know. It doesnât matter if Iâve known you a day or your whole life, my feelings wonât change. I want us to bond.â His voice lowered a little, his eyes doe-like and filled with a sugary sweetness as he closed the gap between you both.Â
You were speechless. Many times in your life you had felt this way, but genuinely, you had no words. An alien just professed his love to you within twenty four hours of knowing him all because...whatâŚ? You fed him twice? Let him sleep in your bed once? What had you possibly done for him to think you could be his...his wife!?Â
âIâm not getting married, I- I mean Iâm flattered! I am.â You sat up, once again, pulling away from him as he mirrored you, his lips jutting into an almost frustrated pout, âBut like...I just turned twenty one this year....Iâm hardly a person let alone wife material.â
âBonding is hardly even close to the equivalent of human marriage,â Jungkook wrinkled his nose, almost a little endeared, he knew little of human marriage from the media he had watched when you werenât present, and while humans had similar ideas of romance, it was hardly comparable, he spoke gently, âItâs far more special and permanent. Being bonded isâŚâ He closed his eyes, a half dimpled smile on his lips as he hummed, âItâs like feeling like the universe has completely aligned on your behalf, and that the planets and stardust gifted you a celestial mate who would never turn their back on you, who would always dry your tears and heal you when youâre hurt. The bond extends past this lifetime and into the next and so forth.âÂ
â...You lost me at âmoreâ permanentâŚâ For a woman with a whole baggage load of commitment issues Jungkook was really not selling this idea to you well, âSorry but I think you got the wrong girl.â You could appreciate the bizarreness of this situation and admittedly you felt like youâd always have a superior âmain characterâ moment story to one up somebody with but this whole business about being stuck with someone for multiple lifetimes and having alien babies was really not something you could follow up with.
Jungkook looked severely hurt which made you do a double take, not quite anticipating such a pitiful reaction as his lips quivering and his eyes even looking somewhat glassy as he spoke, âO-oh...I seeâŚâÂ
wow way to make you feel like an asshole. He had shuffled a little curling up against himself as if trying to make himself appear small as he looked away from you. Sighing you ran a hand through your hair, well fuck, what did you have to lose at this point in your life?
â...Jesus christ, okay...what...what does...you knowâŚâ you coughed a little, rubbing your neck as Jungkookâs doe eyes looked at you timidly before darting away when you met his gaze, âWhat does this bonding shit entail anyway?âÂ
Jungkook was incredibly attractive, there was no denying it and the worst that could happen would be things didnât work and you just went back to normal non-tentacle men. Jungkook perked a little at your question, still seeming a bit reserved as he mumbled, âWell...bonding is a long process...itâs not something out of human fiction that just immediately happens. When a bond is first created itâs incredibly delicate, you have to be careful and make sure both partners dedicate time to strengthening the bond.â
Laying your head against your arms that were folded in front of you while listening intently you hummed, âAnd letâs say hypothetically, could the bond be broken?âÂ
Jungkookâs expression crumpled a little as he mumbled, âIt can be severed, but the more strengthened the bond is, the more painful itâll be for both partners. But yes, it is possible. I should also mention a bond is only possible unless both partners are in agreement and want it just as much as the other.âÂ
You hummed, thinking about his words, so technically it wasnât really possible given both of you had different alignments right now, âAlright well, here on Earth we call it dating, which is a lot less intensive than that, so if you want me to do that then youâre gonna have to go by human standards first.â It was reasonable enough and a happy compromise.
You wouldnât deny you felt a pull towards Jungkook, ever since he had arrived yesterday morning your life had been anything but normal and yet you embraced every twist and turn so far and...there was admittedly a secret giddy part of you that revelled in old childhood nostalgia that someone had actually fallen from the sky and would now show you a world of many possibilities outside of earth.Â
The only thing holding you back was the logic and reason that your family held and pushed onto you at a young age, long gone were the days of staring up at the stars in hopes of seeing something supernatural and daydreaming during recess about being whisked off earth. You didnât know how to connect with that childlike side of yourself anymore, it had been so long since you bothered with those thoughts that now that the opportunity was presented to you, you genuinely didnât know how to react.
Jungkook had immediately perked up his brows raised and immediate interest in his expression, âIâll do it! If it means winning your affection,â his smile was a little toothy and innocent as he spoke, âHow do humans date? What do they do?â He tilted his head in curiosity while waiting excitedly for your reply.
You couldnât help but smile a little at how enthusiastic he was, âWellâŚâ you drew a breath in thought, âItâs not too different then it is from now, weâll go out to eat together, get to know each other, stuff like that.âÂ
Jungkook deflated a little, confusion in his eyes as he frowned, âBut thatâs stuff we do now...as...friendsâŚâ his frown furthered on his lips, âWhat sets friends and dating apart if we do the same thingâŚ?âÂ
You rubbed your neck, beginning to get a little flustered at his question as you shifted a little, mumbling, âWell the difference is friends are strictly platonic, dating someone means youâre interested in them romantically and...you know...we hold hands...or cuddle or...I donât know romantic shitâŚStuff friends donât do.âÂ
When did Jungkook get closer to you? His head tilted in curiosity as he spoke, â...And? Is that it? Iâm sorry,â he apologized a bit bashfully, looking rather pink, âIâm trying to discern possible differences in boundaries set between a regular human relationship compared to OrionianâsâŚI donât want to do anything that might make you...uncomfortableâŚâÂ
You stared at him for a good moment, as if trying to discern whatever he was trying to say without actually saying it, âWell...Iâm not sure how different it can beâŚâ Jungkook said nothing, fidgeting a little as you looked at him for a long moment, â...Iâd tell you if you made me uncomfortable.â Was this...going where you thought it was going?Â
Jungkook shuffled a little closer, his nose nearly brushing yours and his lips that looked so soft jutted into a slight pout, his eyes could hardly meet yours as he timidly asked, â...How...intimate are humans in their relationships?âÂ
Your face felt like it was on fire though as you muttered with raised brows, âUh pretty hands on...if you wanna fuck me you can just ask.â You looked up at him, feeling a bit bold given he was a little more on the shy side, you could tell just him asking that had obviously taken a lot of courage on his part.
Jungkookâs marks had suddenly filtered from baby pink to a deep maroon, his face looked nothing except shy and a bit hazy as he mumbled, âWould you let meâŚ? I donât...exactly share the same anatomy as your male counterpart...Orionianâs...intimacy looks a bit different.âÂ
You felt intrigued and horny at the same time, it was tentacles wasnât it? Please god let it be the tentacles, âYou canât threaten me with a good time,â you laughed a little, trying to take a little bit of the nervous edge off Jungkook as you offered a small smile, âJust show me, Iâm...what other humans would consider pretty kinky. Doubt itâll scare me off.â You couldnât admit that his tentacles were immediately making your panties soaked because god did you want to be filled up like a scared hentai girl right now.
You squeaked at Jungkook suddenly climbing on top of you, his eyes hazy and he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, revealing the strip of glowing maroon that led up the center of his arms and wrapped over his shoulders, his tentacles suddenly emerging from his back much to your horny excitement, âOur tendons are both are strongest and weakest point of our body.â Jungkook mumbled against your neck, the feeling of something extremely foreign wrapping around your thigh, almost something between like a soft silicon and jello substance.Â
Not sticky like you had anticipated, but soft enough that it could be almost considered wet, âThey protect us but theyâre also what we use to procreate with, if theyâre cut off or majorly damaged, we become sterilized. My eggsâŚâ He suddenly became a bit timid as he mumbled, âThey arenât fertile yet...But regardless I wouldnât fill you unless we were bonded, so you wonât have to worry about impregnation. Intimacy is still an act of strengthening a bond though, so itâs utilized a lot at the beginning of an Orionian relationship.â
You werenât fully paying attention at this point, too busy nearly drooling at the feeling of his tendon slithering along your clothes, âI can understand if youâd prefer to not do this though.â Jungkook seemed somewhat embarrassed and timid, his tendons slithering around your pajama band but doing nothing further.
âNo!â He nearly jumped at how you almost yelled it, your eyes frantic and you were nearly dripping at how horny you were, your voice needy as you whined, âIâm literally a slut Jungkook, Iâm more than happy to experiment.âÂ
Jungkook didnât need anymore confirmation then just that, his tentacle that had been playing with the band of your pajamas immediately pushing underneath it as you whined, your legs immediately parting for it as it ran up your panties, the soft wetness that ebbed from it soaking whatever was dry of your panties, was this arousal of his own? He moaned softly as he pressed his face into your neck, âI know you feel this is fast, but Orionianâs tend to not like to waste time.â His tentacles slid along your panties before pushing inside the band.
Your lips parted at the soft wet sensation of it gently prodding along your clit in exploration making a yelp escape you.
Jungkook jolted a little in concern as he looked down at you, somewhat shyly and his cheeks were a deep maroon much like his marks, âKeepâŚ! Fuck!â You whined at the way his tentacles as if testingly flicked along your clit, another tentacle which had been floating behind him absently had suddenly emerged forward, making quick work of your pajamas and panties as the other continued working along your clit making you whimper as your back arched a little.Â
The second tendon slowly brushed along your soaked cunt, embarrassingly wet sounds could be heard throughout the room as Jungkook moaned in contentment, âThis feels so nice,â he mumbled with a whine, the second tentacle which had been stroking you slowly wiggled against your entrance making you squeak. Your horniness couldnât be put into words at how bad you wanted this man to shove all tentacles inside you.
Your lips immediately parting at the tip of the tentacle pushing inside you, it was too soft to be considered that of a toy or dildo but too firm to be anything foreign, you couldnât resist propping yourself up onto your elbows, your legs spread as you looked down, your face twisting and cheeks throbbing at the lewd sight of two tentacles hard at work on your cunt, one continuously flicking your clit and rubbing along it while the other began to testingly thrust inside you.Â
Your lips dropped open as you moaned feeling Jungkook push it further and further inside you before giving it a testing wiggle, a scream nearly ripped from your throat at how it hit all the right spots.
Unable to even support yourself as you dropped back down with a whine as Jungkook quickly began to pick up the pace even more, âFuck,â he moaned softly, the tentacle pulsed and throbbed as it squished and wiggled while being thrusted back and forth in short motions, your cunt was so tight and your walls kept trapping him further and further inside you as you whined, âMm, females of my kind donât have anything like this,â he moaned two more tentacles had suddenly appeared from his back, one pinning your wrists above your head and the other wandering to your flimsy shirt before pushing underneath it, and much to his delight Jungkook found nothing underneath except your soft breasts, âNothing this- mmm, fuck,â it came out more of a whine this time as you felt his tentacles wiggling in delight at the way your cunt clenched around him, âsmall, and warm...Fuck,â Jungkook dipped his head, running a hand through his hair, the third tendon wrapped around your nipple making you whimper, jolting as your cunt squeezed around the tentacle that was beginning to roughly split apart your walls as it discovered your g-spot, your mouth parting as whined spilled from your lips at the insane feeling of the tip of his tentacles flicking up against it rapidly.
âAh! Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook!â You whined as your back arched, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at how many sensations were going on, between him finding the sweet spot of your clit, the tip of his tentacle flicking up into your g-spot the other one squeezing with just the right amount of pressure on your nipple.Â
Jungkookâs lips parted and his eyes were hazy but in awe at the way your body contorted, your small little walls nearly entrapping his tentacle as you came harshly, whined and whimpers escaping you as he forcefully kept flicking up into your g-spot, his other rubbing gently against your clit as your body frantically moved, yet your hips kept thrusting up to try and take more of his tendon as you whined, âFuckâŚ! Jungkook! Ah..!â Jungkook moaned softly as he gave you just what you wanted, pushing himself further inside you until he was dangerously close to your cervix.
His tentacle was soft enough that no pain was even involved as he kept wiggling it into you, soundless moans escaped you as your cunt began wrapping convulsing around him, your clit burning in pleasure due to sensitivity as he kept letting the soft tendon rub against the tender bud.
âFuck!â You whined, liquid suddenly spewing from your cunt much to Jungkookâs surprise, his tentacle had immediately restricted at the feeling leaving your cunt feeling empty and tears nearly escaping yours eyes in frustration due to it despite his second tendon continually abusing your clits sweet spot, within the second the first tentacle entered your once more pushing with no hesitation right back to its original position as Jungkook began wiggling once again with short thrusts.Â
Your walls kept squeezing around him causing him to moan as he whined, âYou- you need to stop doing that...feels too good.â He mumbled shyly against your skin as you nearly convulsed in pleasure at the way his third tendon was wrapped around your nipple, giving the bit of pressure that had your cunt squeezing around his tentacle, too busy in your own pleasure to care about what he wanted, your hand wrapped around his throat making his eyes widen and his lips part submissively, âIâm gonna keep doing what I want baby- fuck...I think you like it when my little cunt squeezes around it.â You purposely clenched around his tentacle and you could physically feel it throb inside you.
Jungkookâs lips trembled a little a moan escaped him at your hand squeezing lightly around his throat his tentacle immediately fucking you even faster in comply as your lips parted in glee, your hips rolling a little to slide along the slick thick tendon, âThats right baby boy, I bet youâve never felt a cunt like this before huh?â You let out a shaky cackle as your hand sadistically squeezed harder around his neck.Â
His gaze dropped and he only whined, quickly crumbling to your dominant hands that only excited you further, it was one thing to cross off your bucket list getting fucked by an alien, it was two being able to dom one, âOh am I suddenly in control now?â You mockingly pouted before a twisted smirk curled on your face at how Jungkook wouldnât meet your eyes any longer.
Power was practically leaking in your veins, you were getting fucked by a tentacle alien and he was a shy little sub? Your squeezed harsher around his neck, a whiney moan suddenly escaping him as his tentacle harshly pulsed inside you before it frozen, his face buried into your neck, impatient and now knowing you could boss him around freely your hips lifted, squelching and slipping around the tendon with ease as his lips trembled against your neck, âMmm! P-please! You have to slow downâŚâ he whimpered a little at how cruel you were being with him.Â
You could care less in this moment though, too busy living out your dream fantasy bucking your hips against the soft subtle material, your cunt squeezing around him as you moaned softly.
Your moan twisted to a growl at the feeling of his tentacle pausing in your clit, your hand finding his hair as you harshly balled it into your hand, âI didnât give you permission to stop.â Jungkookâs gaze lowered and his eyes a little watery despite the angry pout on his face.
âYou arenât listening to me.â He mumbled stubbornly and your lips twitched, outwardly showing displeasure but inwardly seeking the chase he was trying to give. Jungkook fumbled with you had pushed away, briefly his tendons pulled away in semi surprise, at first assuming you had taken his shy words the wrong way but he was quickly mistaken when he was shoved onto the bed, a whine escaping him as the tentacles quickly adjusted to be semi flattened. His lips were quivering at the sight of your naked body straddling him and your hand on his jaw, âTruthfully, I donât think you want me to listen baby.â You pouted mockingly, the feeling of his stretched tentacles seekingly wrapping around your thighs, âOpen.âÂ
Jungkookâs lips parted a little, his eyes watering and looking a little confused at your words, but you had took advantage of the opportunity, spitting into his mouth as he suddenly whined, his ears bright red following along with the magenta color coursing through his body as your hand wrapped around his throat in a firm grip, âGood boy.â You smiled loosely, wiping a stray bit of saliva from his lip as he whined, a tentacle beginning to stroke against your soaked cunt once more but this time he did nothing except in hopes of an invitation.
âSuch a good boy, go on, I know you want to.â You cooed out, your head hanging a little and your lips parting at the feeling of the tentacle plunging back inside your warm walls with a loud squelch, âStay still.â You commanded sharply and with a noisy whine from Jungkook as he obediently listened, you could feel the foreign tendon inside you pulsing still as if it nearly killed him to do so. Your hips steadily began to move along the tentacle, your cunt clenching around it as you took more of him it only got fatter and thicker the more you took.Â
âAhh, fuck. Thatâs it baby, câmon keep filling me up. I know you want to. I can see it in your face.â You taunted, feeling his tentacle doing a test wiggle inside you as you slid along it, arousal coating him as he whined, you had a great view of his other tentacles sliding from under his back and extending upward, the second quickly made way for your clit much to your excitement, your lips parted and a whine escaping you as it kept rubbing into your sweet spot it had previously discovered.Â
You were too busy trembling and moaning, attempting to fight off another orgasm at the feeling of your clit almost feeling like it was being ate out at how soft the tip of his tentacle was gently lapping against it and a soft wet arousal of his own leaking from the tip, you had bounced against his tendon in short motions, craving all of him inside you as your body began to convulse, your hands balling against his chest with a whine at how difficult it was to stop yourself from cumming immediately.
Jungkook wasnât letting go without a fight though, a third tentacle had surprised you, pushing between the cheeks of your ass making you nearly gasp a whine, âFuck! Fuck, please.â You mumbled in a moment of weakness, giving your consent that youâd like to trust heâd be able to make this feel good. Jungkook didnât hesitate for a second, the tentacle oozed a slippery liquid, his own arousal along your puckered rim. You were almost too fucked out to even pay attention, your body busy still riding him and trying to focus on anything but the feeling of the slippery tentacle flicking at your clit and finding nearly every pleasurable nerve physically possible.Â
It was difficult to miss the third one pushing slowly into your ass as your lips jumbled something nearly incomprehensible, your body collapsing semi against him, only being held up by your weak forearms, âMmph! Fuck baby keep going, just like that. Such a good boy for me.âÂ
Jungkook squeaked out what sounded like a pleasant noise at the praise, perhaps sensing your body beginning to crumble as his tentacles took back over, quickly thrusting inside you once more and wiggling to his heart's pleasure as drool nearly dropped from your lips. Unable to even do anything or say anything with two tentacles plunged inside you.Â
The tip of the tentacle was just narrow enough to slip inside your ass with a gentle sting but pleasurable enough to make your toes curl and whines escape you at the feeling of the force of his thrusts on either side of your body. His second was still lapping up around your clit, finding that perfect spot that nearly made your vision go white and you werenât sure what escaped your throat other than possibly the best orgasm you would ever experience in your life.Â
And it didnât stop after a second, it just kept going with his tentacles drilling inside you and lapping around your delicate hyper sensitive clit as you whined and cried against him. Jungkook moaned softly as you felt what potentially might have been a second tentacle greedily pushing inside your cunt, whimpers escaping you at how harshly he was thrusting up inside you and how stretched your body was.Â
Your mouth parting at the feeling of the forth tentacle pushing its way to meet the first as you squeaked and whined against him, a tentacle wrapping around your waist to hold up your lower body that nearly collapsed as your vision blurred with tears at how hard you were being fucked. Jungkookâs eyes were shut tightly and his hands had finally grabbed your waist as extra support as his third tentacle wiggled its way further into your ass. The pleasurable sting becoming more and more noticeable as you cried out at the feeling of one tentacle flicking up against your g-spot and the other harshly thrusting into you while your clit was hypersensitive at the feeling of being rubbed and flicked.Â
Your last orgasm couldnât even compete with this one as you cried out, body convulsing and cunt tightening as you nearly scrambled almost looking possessed to the unknown eye, your body had clenched up so hard at being so filled you hadnât even heard the sharp whine from Jungkook. Hot liquid suddenly spurted everywhere the majority of it inside you but some getting on you, over the bed, everywhere.Â
Jungkook whimpered and whined, digging his face into your neck and his tentacles were pulsing sharply as if literally pumping out every drop of liquid they could inside you. You were so fucked out you could hardly even ask what in the actual hell he just injected inside you. You had already been tired before but your body was burning and aching, feeling as if you had literally been ripped to pieces.Â
At least you finally got a piece of that tentacle action.
You were not someone that fucked and then immediately slept afterwards, typically after a one night stand, depending on your relation with the person you would either ghost them by pretending to go to the bathroom, talk and hang out afterwards, or go get something to eat together, or by yourself, you werenât picky.
Rubbing your blurry eyes you yawned, your body aching with even the slightest movement, Jungkook was the first man who had ever fucked you so hard, you had little to no choice but to fall asleep afterwards, you probably couldnât even stand if you wanted too. He was curled up against your chest at the moment, his head pressed into your breasts looking way too content at the moment.Â
Your eyes trailed down at his fluffy raven hair before down the warm tawny skin of his back, something in your chest stirring, it felt like it was almost physically tugging you closer to his body, your hand finding its way to his hair making him stir a little. Jungkookâs arms wiggled against your waist to make himself comfortable once more before relaxed with a content sigh.Â
The marks on his back glowed a sentient purple, you had never gotten a good look at his back before.Â
And while this wasnât that great of a position to view, you were still curious with what you could see, they formed two long strips down his back widening a fair bit and they stopped just at the smallest part of his waist. If you didnât know any better you wouldâve remarked that it looked like he had wings ripped from his back.
As morbid as it sounded, and that is of course if they glowed like this. Jungkook really was the prettiest thing you had ever seen, your hand hadnât even meant to pull from his hair down his neck, you couldnât help the tug in your chest wanting to touch.
However the moment your fingers grazed over the mark that covered his left shoulder blade Jungkook nearly flew out of your arms making you jolt in just as much surprise as him, his lips parted and he had sat up, gaze sharp as he looked around as if for any possible intruders. Slowly as he woke up though he came to the realization it was just you and him, your smile becoming somewhat sheepish as you mumbled, âUm, sorry, I didnât mean to wake you.â You cleared your throat feeling bad now, was it just that sensitive? You might not know much about Orionianâs but you could take a guess and assume that was the opening to where his tentacles laid dormant, and given they were also how they procreated...It was natural Jungkook was probably a little defensive about them being touched.Â
Jungkook said nothing though, only staring at you for a long moment before he whined a little, suddenly crawling back up to you before collapsing on top of you as you huffed, âYou canât startle me like that, my scaling is sensitive.â He mumbled a little shy, grabbing your hand as he placed it back on top of his head obviously wanting affection.Â
Your fingers dug back into his scalp making a pleasant noise escape him as his body relaxed once more, â...Scaling?â Your brows furrowed at his words, complying with his silent demand to have his hair played with as he curled up against you, his lips tugged into a smile as he rested his face between your breast.Â
âYeah, my scales.â Jungkook nodded as he held up his arm, pointing at the glowing marks making you frown, that...looked nothing like scales....Jungkook smiled a little as he rested back down while explaining, âThere filled with hyper plasma so depending on the hormonal chemistry of my body will change colors.â You got that part, even before he could speak English, but still...when you thought of scales, you thought of stuff like fish and...scaly things. Not aliens.Â
Jungkook only smiled happily as he looked up at you, it looked like thousands of stars twinkling in his eyes and the dim lights reflected off his iridescent skin, little tones of purple and blue could be spotted as he lifted his hand up to cup your cheek, his fingers carefully trailing down your jawline. There was a wave in your chest, something strong like...the only thing you could describe was pure happiness, âHey what did you blow inside?â You hadnât even meant to ask that question but it had abruptly crossed your mind.Â
Jungkookâs gaze faltered a little, his scales suddenly turning bright pink and his bashfully lowered his gaze, pressing his cheek on your chest as he mumbled, âIt was just plasma, itâs what helps carry eggs when theyâre released but...I already told you...my eggs arenât ready yet. You have no possible chance of getting pregnant without my prior knowledge.âÂ
His fingers tethered against your stomach as if saddened at the idea that his future kin werenât in your stomach, a wave of sadness fleeting inside your chest briefly as you frowned, why did you feel so odd? You werenât even the least bit sad about not being pregnant.Â
âOkay...good I was just..wondering sinceâŚâ You coughed a little, not finishing your sentence which you were originally going to say because he used you like an actual cum dump- not that you minded. But still. It was good to know. Jungkook said no more, only burying into your chest with a pouty whine.Â
Yawning you stretched out looking around before grabbing your phone which had somehow made it alive on your night stand, your notifications flooded with Jiminâs drunk texting on where you went last night and why you werenât home...Wait, your eyes darted to the time, it was noon?! You had a lecture in half an hour!Â
âFuck! I have to get to class!â You immediately jolted up making Jungkook whine as he was jostled onto the bed as you limped along in search of your clothes, your body aching and resisting with each fumble before you nearly collapsed out of fatigue while grabbing your panties.Â
âCanât you just stay? Just for a little longer?â Jungkook mumbled, his lips in a large puppy like pout as he held out his hand to you, something stirring in your chest that wanted to just curl back up against him, his eyes doe like and soft, almost pleading for you to cuddle back up against him.Â
âI have midterms coming up Jungkook, I really canât afford to skip class.â You offered an apologetic smile, âBesides itâs not like we canât go get something to eat later or anything.â Pulling your pants up you wobbled to the door, frowning as you pulled your sweatshirt back over your head, where was the door handleâŚ?
â..B-but!â Jungkook fumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head before hurrying over to you, âJust five more minutes? Or two? PleaseâŚ!â There was something urgent in his voice as his lips trembled as if he would be devastated if you left.Â
Examining the door your lips parted as you pushed the button on the wall, jolting a little as the door slid open, âJungkook,â You paused briefly, feeling a dull ache in your chest, a brief desire to do as pleaded as you looked up at him, âI really have to go to class okay? Iâll drop by later when Iâm finished for the day Iâm sure you...have stuff you need to talk about with your...um...kinâŚâ You raised your brow a little awkwardly before you back walking down the hallway, something inside the back of your head almost tempted to stay with him.Â
He looked so panicked and whiny, it made you feel bad for having to go, and furthermore you secretly wished you could stay longer but you couldnât afford to miss class with midterms so close.Â
If your memory was correct this should lead toâŚ! Aha, you felt victorious at the sight of the main, living area? The circular table was towards the smaller three step ledge that went up into the control room and the purple bonsai-like plant which had just been freshly pruned sat delicately on the other side of the room.Â
âNo! I....Can I come with you then? And then we can come back here together later?â Jungkook pleaded, his lips trembling and his eyes almost watery as you paused with a sigh, he was really tugging on your heart strings huh...It was almost easier to deny him back when he was unable to actually speak his wants to you.Â
âJungkook I- I mean I guess you couldâŚ? But like, itâs just lecture, itâs boring, I have to be focused the whole time and no offense but...I feel like if you came I wouldnât focus.â You pulled a little away from him with an awkward smile while silently hoping the door had been fixed.Â
âMorning you two,â You turned around at the sight of Namjoon appearing from the large opening of the control room Taehyung who still looked sour following after him only to lean against the wall with crossed arms, Namjoon stepped down the three steps as he offered a polite smile, âI hope you slept well, Iâm sure itâs a lot different compared to human dorms.âÂ
You looked away from Namjoon unable to speak at the question of having slept well, you hardly slept half the night after getting your back blown out, but he was right, it was nothing like human- in any aspect whatsoever, whether it was the bed or who you got fucked by last night.Â
âIt was fine...um the door....Is it fixed?â You pointed your thumb behind your shoulder as you offered a weak smile.Â
Namjoon nodded stepping closer before he abruptly paused, his brows furrowing before he looked between you and Jungkook without so much as a word, it made you somewhat self conscious as you shuffled in your spot at nobody volunteering to get the door open, âYeah, itâs fixed, ummâŚâ His smile was a little tense before he looked between you and Jungkook, âAre you both going out? Already?âÂ
Jungkook refused to look his elder in the eyes, his lips plush and pouty, hair dusting over his eyes as he shuffled in his spot refusing to answer whatever unasked question his elder had, âUh yeah, Iâm going to class, Jungkook can stay here though, Iâll be back later.â You shrugged, not understanding what their problem was.Â
Taehyung had not interjected into the conversation yet, his dark hair brushing over his eyes only in the opposite effect of Jungkook, making him look as if he had a death warrant with your name on it, âAnd leave Jungkook alone?â He gritted his teeth looking like he was ready to snarl at you, your lips quirked a little and your brow lifted in confusion, wasnât that typically what people meant when they said they had to leaveâŚ?Â
âUh yeah, and Iâll come backâŚ?â You trailed off, making it sound more like a question then a statement before Taehyung suddenly pushed off the wall, his walk was by no means in any hurry, but his shoulders were squared and his steps were paced with determination that had you taking a step back at the sight of him not stopping until he was right in front of you.Â
The energy of the room had gone tense before Taehyung snarled, âYou bonded with my little brother and now youâre going to leave him!?âÂ
You shrieked at suddenly being shoved against the wall, your ribs throbbing in pain as Taehyungâs hand wrapped around your throat, crushing your windpipe as you gagged, âHumans really are pathetic selfish people.â Tentacles suddenly wrapped around Taehyungâs hand before he was ripped away from you, hot red scales were a blur as Jungkook stood in front of you protectively.Â
Your hands rubbing your sore throat as you leaned against the wall gasping for air, âStay out of this!â Jungkook growled, his lips twitching and his eyes burning into his brothers, âThis doesnât involve you, let me sort it out and if you ever fucking touch my mate like that again I wonât hesitate to rip your eggs straight out of your utaria.âÂ
You jolted at the sight of Taehyung lashing out at Jungkook, both of them slamming into the wall near the hallway as they grappled and yet you could only stare in shock at what had just happened and what you had just heard. Namjoon was immediately between them both separating the two as he growled, âTaehyung that wasnât necessary! I doubt she even realizes what happened!â Namjoon immediately twisted towards Jungkook with a scowl, âAnd you! What did I tell you last night?âÂ
Jungkookâs jaw was clenched, his scales a hot burning red that matched Taehyungâs and yet his eyes couldnât meet Namjoonâs, his lips twitching a little as he glared into the wall, his expression slowly melting as Namjoon snapped, âWhat did I tell you!? Why canât you two ever listen for once? If you had we probably wouldnât even be stuck on Earth right now! This is your mess Jungkook, I told you it wasnât a good idea to bond this early on in our stay on Earth.âÂ
Jungkookâs expression had turned neutral but something in his eyes still seemed bitter as he stared at the ground now, perhaps too scared to look up at you, who had backed away from all the men in shock. You...but...Jungkook saidâŚThe silence set in and slowly each brother turned their gaze towards you before Jungkook was the last, his face filled with remorse at your expression as your lips parted, âYouâŚ! You told me-â Your lips parted variously before you finally forced out a sentence, âYou lied to me!âÂ
âI didnât!â Jungkook immediately hurried over to you, his expression filled with guilt and desperation, âI- Y/n I wasnât even aware we had bonded until Taehyung pointed it out! Iâm sorry I had no idea IâŚ!â All you heard was excuse after excuse though, something indescribable filled your chest and your vision blurred in anger.Â
âIâm going! I canâtâŚ! I canât even look at you right now Jungkook!â Upset felt like it had magnified tenfold in your chest as you rushed down the metal stairs, punching against the button before the door opened, your throat felt squeezed and like you were suffocating as you ran as far and fast as your legs could take you. What was happening to you?Â
âIâm fineâŚâÂ
Jimin and Seokjin exchanged glances, light poured in from the opened door behind them of your bedroom, the blanket wrapped around your body has you held it up above your nose, âUh donât lie bitch,â Jimin quirked a brow, his lips twitching in anger at just the sight of you trying to tell such an obvious lie, âItâs been three days since...whatever happened with JK- âJungkook,â âI donât give a fuck what his name is, youâve been a recluse ever since, what happened?âÂ
Just the mention of Jungkookâs name made your chest physically ache as you curled further into yourself, you werenât in physical pain, you couldnât even fully describe it.Â
All of your feelings just felt so amplified, like they swirled at just the surface of your chest and ready to burst out at any given moment. It felt like a physical string around your heart that squeezed and tugged harder and harder that left you in a depressed state with no energy left to do anything except what you had been doing.
Weakly sleeping half the time or scrolling on your phone in a useless attempt to think about anything other than Jungkook. You couldnât even understand how you felt so attached to him and how much your body ached to just be wrapped up in his arms, but you were still so upset at what had happened.Â
Questions swirled in your mind and to which you didnât have the answer too and it made you even more upset that you wouldnât get answers unless you went back, âY/n, weâre just worried.â Seokjin raised his brows, his expression apprehensive but softened at the weak state you were in, âYou havenât been out of your room ever since the morning after the party. Midterms are just around the corner, I doubt you slack off for a shit reason.âÂ
You only curled up further before you sighed, closing your eyes as you finally caved in and mumbled an explanation as to what had happened and what you were now suffering under. Seokjin seemed more calm but Jiminâs lips were twitching in anger as he scowled, âYouâre joking! Well letâs just go and demand he cut whatever alien ties he has on you.âÂ
You knew he was just trying to help but you only shook your head, â...Taehyung said I was the one that had apparently formed the bond, I didnât even know that was possible.â You mumbled, you buried into your pillow, a feeling of guilt building into your chest as you tried to forget the ghost image of Jungkookâs hurt eyes in your mind.Â
âWell itâs obviously affecting you mentally and physically, I mean seriously, you havenât showered in days, you arenât eating, Y/nâŚâ Seokjin kneeled down, a frown on his face, âYou need to swallow your pride, as stubborn as you are, and go talk to Jungkook about this. Weâll come with you, you probably wonât even have the energy to get there, but heâs the only one who can help.â
You managed to roll over to your side, your back facing them both now as you pulled the blanket over your head, you didnât want to face Jungkook again, you werenât sure you were ready to. You had so many mixed feelings and you werenât even sure what to begin on asking questions.Â
Neither said anymore before you heard Seokjin reluctantly sigh, âIâll leave it for tonight, but tomorrow morning youâre giving us directions and weâre going to get this sorted.â They both left shortly after and closed the door sinking the room back into a depth of darkness. A heavy weight back on your chest and sudden ache filling you as you curled up, a dull sense of urgency inside you but you couldnât distinguish what for. It felt like you needed to cry even despite not feeling sad, but maybe as a way to just release this energy.
But you didnât do anything besides lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you sighed, trying to ignore the dull ache of your head, what a shit show. If you had known what your life would come to by just trying to be a good person, you wouldâve left him in that ditch. ----
It felt like your body was being dragged through the mud, through the fire and hell maybe even gitting shit on at this point, âThis is so stupid.â You mumbled, curled up in your hoodie as you hugged your knees into your chest in the back of Seokjinâs car.Â
âYouâre the one that fucked an alien,â Jimin snorted, twisting in his seat as he cocked a brow, âWhich, what possessed you to do that seriously? Your stupid little hentai fantasies?â He stared at you with a bizarre expression as you snorted weakly.Â
âYeah pretty much.âÂ
âFucking knew it,â Jimin collapsed back in his seat, âWe could get our assholes probed by aliens now because she couldnât keep her panties on at the sight of a slimy tentacle.â He raised his hands dramatically and you couldâve sworn you heard Seokjin try to keep from laughing at you both.Â
âTheyâll probe you with their tentacles too, apparently they make their own lube home made so theyâll slide it right in no problem.â If you had the energy you wouldâve died laughing at the way Jimin whipped around in his seat in horror.Â
âNo fucking way. You WILLINGLY let him do that to you?âÂ
You couldnât stop the weak laugh escaping you as you leaned your head against the window, âIâm a slut.â You shrugged before you lifted your head a little, âRight there! It should be in the field. I think it has some sort of cloaking shield or something.â Seokjin pulled off on the old winding back road which looked familiar enough.
He hadnât been going fast to begin with and you had already stopped twice and the two other fields had been empty so this one had to be it, and if it wasnât then it was safe to say you broken Jungkookâs heart right in two and he and his other space fuckboy brothers left Earth for good. Which you hoped not because you felt like you were in a weird limbo between life and death at the moment.Â
Stepping out of the car you paused as you heaved a breath, leaning against the car as you sighed, the energy feeling like it had been sucked straight out of your soul every passing minute. Jimin looked at you mildly concerned as you waved him off, slowly pushing yourself straight up as you wrapped your arms around yourself.Â
The comforts of your hoodie keep you warm as you ignore the dull ache in your chest, Seokjin and Jimin both kept close as you all looked like idiots wandering around in an empty field. The empty field however, upon stepping forward had suddenly blurred before the familiar sight of the ship came into view. Seokjin and Jimin were dumbfounded at the sight as they both stared.Â
You only trudged forward towards the door before you slammed your hand against the metal door, âWell? What are you both doing just standing there?â You asked with a furrowed brow.
âWell sorry I didnât fuck an alien the first chance I got.â Jimin fumbled out with a huff as he hurried over along with Seokjin.Â
The door had immediately been opened to a relieved looking Namjoon, his eyes briefly landing on Jimin and Seokjin warily as he spoke, âIâm glad you came back! Come on, hurry in.â He ushered you in, â...Iâm assuming these are your...friendsâŚ?âÂ
âBest friends, roommates, the same guys that also allowed your little space fuckboy to stay with us.â Jimin growled out as he crossed his arms, standing as a big brother you never asked for as Seokjin snorted.Â
âChill,â He shoved Jimin a little who only grumbled under his breath before he spoke, âIâm Seokjin and thatâs Jimin, weâre Y/nâs roommates weâre already uh...aware of what you guys are we just...we donât know whatâs going on, we just want Y/n to be okay.âÂ
Namjoon nodded slowly, still a little wary but it was to be expected, he said no more as he widened the latch for the three of you, âY/n left right at the beginning stage of their bond when itâs imperative that the newly bonded couple stay together and establish a stable connection. If not, it becomes unstable and drains the life force out of both individuals causing a wide variety of ailments and illnesses to take over. Itâs good you guys came back when you did, Jungkook is doing even worse sense he was the Si in the bond.âÂ
âWhat is she doing back here?â Your lips twitched a little at the snarl from Taehyung who had shot up from his seat at the table, his eyes glaring holes into you and honestly, if he could vaperize you into dust at the moment you were sure he probably would.Â
âHere to break the little probe ass connection your fuckboy put on her,â Jimin snapped back unappreciative at someone talking this way to you especially in the condition you were in right now.
Taehyungâs lip twitched as he shot out of his seat, âMy little brother may be naive but he had good intentions and she took advantage of his fragile state! He wasnât in any sort of headspace to do anything!â You only curled away from Taehyung with mixed feelings, you wouldnât necessarily describe Jungkookâs state of mind at the time, fragile as it was just horny.Â
Namjoon sighed as he looked at Seokjin before at you and then the two feuding men who were practically glaring into one another, âTaehyung, donât do anything irrational, Iâm going to get Jungkook.â Namjoon disappeared and it was quiet inside the ship as a tension took over the room.Â
You tried your best to ignore it as you slumped against the wall, listening to the whirling on the interior running. Not a minute later you heard a loud flutter of steps as you looked up, Jungkookâs hair had been ruffled and he had looked extraordinarily tired, his scales however were lit up a sky blue, his lips parted as if trying to figure out if you were real or not before he hurried to you.Â
His arms wrapping around you and a small whimper escaping him as his nose rubbed into your neck, your face pressed into his chest with a sigh of relief, the dull ache in your chest fading quickly as you basked in the warmth of Jungkookâs arms. You had hugged many people in your life before and sure it was nice, but you couldnât even describe the wash of comfort and love that radiated through your entire being at being curled up in this manâs arms.Â
Jungkookâs nose nudged at your neck a little and buried himself into your embrace as his fingers fiddled with the thick material of your hoodie, âJungkook,â Jungkook shuffled a little, his body practically wrapped around you as his eyes slowly looked up from his content figure to meet Namjoonâs gaze, âYou both should go lay down and begin to properly set your bond together, Iâm sure youâre both exhausted.âÂ
Jungkook nodded wordlessly, perhaps not trusting himself to speak as he began to lead you towards his pod, âWoah, wait hold on.â Jimin cut in only for a snarl like growl to escape Jungkook, tentacles suddenly shooting from his back protectively pulling towards the front of his body to create a barrier between you and any threat that might take you away from him.Â
âWoah holy fuck!â Jimin nearly screeched, holding his hands up and freaking out a little at seeing a killer glare on such an innocent face, âWe didnât come here for thisâŚ! What, what do you mean, set a bond? I donât want Y/n out of our sightâŚ!âÂ
Jungkookâs lip twitched in annoyance as he set his chin on your shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist and you could see the red glow of his scales slowly deepening further into a dark maroon, he did not look happy.Â
Namjoon put up a hand, offering a tense smile, âAll that entails is them being together and being close, they need to stabilize their bond. Once itâs set they can figure out whether they want to...bond further orâŚâ Namjoon didnât finish his sentence, is eyes warily lingering on the youngerâs expression which was sharp and annoyed, â...You get the idea, I would advise against stopping him, trying to separate them now when he just got her backâŚ.I canât guarantee Iâll keep you both alive.âÂ
Jimin and Seokjin shared a wary glance before stepping aside, Jungkookâs gaze broody as he watched them sharply as he trudged you both forward, his tentacles still out and floating behind him now as if ready to strike on contact. The tension didnât leave until you were back into his pod once more, the room having not been changed except for a lot more clutter accumulation- much like your own room.Â
You hadnât even had the chance to open your mouth before you were suddenly picking up, your legs wrapping around Jungkook as you squirmed, âJungkook!â You squeaked out, his hands gripping your ass tightly but his face kept nudging into your neck as he whined, the killer aura he had not seconds ago immediately disappearing, âDonât ever do that again,â You were nearly crushed when you were dropped onto the bed before Jungkook collapsed on top of you, âPlease.â Guilt nearly devoured your heart at the way Jungkook held back a sob, his voice pleading and cracked, âItâs not fair! You-! You canât just do this to me then leave. Never again.â You felt warm substance dripping onto your skin and your heart was pounding in your chest.Â
An innate need coursing through your veins to dry his tears as you did so, âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry okay?â You whispered out, your hands cupping his cheeks, that iridescent glow on his skin and his eyes watery and big, âIâm justâŚ! I was just scared, I didnât know what was going on and I just thought I needed time to think. I had no idea what the effects were and what would happen if I left. Iâm not going to leave okay? I wonât leave.âÂ
Jungkook only closed his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks and you couldnât help but watch in a melancholy awe at an almost glittery substance filling his tears, making the stains on his skin glisten and glitter under the dark lights of his room, Jungkook said no more, perhaps not trusting himself too and only curled himself further against your as your hands soothingly ran through his hair as his body melted into yours. No words were further spoken between you both as you curled against him once more, your nose burying in his hair with the innate need to comfort him.Â
Feelings were too intense and magnified, as if you could feel every speck of hurt and misery Jungkook had suffered without you and despite being cognitively aware you in any other case wouldnât be like this, you still were. You didnât understand what happened, or how it happened, but what you did know was that despite all of the uncertainty, Jungkook needed you.Â
You werenât sure how much time had passed, neither of you had talked for what seemed like hours, only staying close in one another's arms, and slow but surely, that unstable feeling in your chest was beginning to fade and was replaced by what you could only describe as a warm, bright thrum.
Both of you were awake, but Jungkookâs eyes looked far away, his face still laid against your chest as you tenderly stroked through his hair, âJungkook,â He didnât respond right away, shifting a little before those doe eyes looked up at you, his lips jutted into a soft pout that nearly broke your heart out of guilt, âWhat....whatâs going on? I donât understand anything.â Your fingers delicately traced his prominent cheekbones, his face immediately nuzzling into your hand as his eyes closed.Â
Jungkookâs lips trembled only a little as he mumbled, â...I...Iâm not sure...I told you before that in order for a bond to be created it has to be wanted between both parties involved,â His nose nudged your hand as you tenderly thumbed his cheek, âWh-which means...even if it wasnât a surface thought you still energetically reached out and initiated the bond making you the Fi and me the Si since I accepted without realizing.âÂ
His lips went pouty before he pressed his head back against your chest as you stared down at him mildly confused, perhaps realizing this he spoke further, âFi and Si are considered sacred opposites, in a bond both people take on one or the other, the initiator the Fi and the receiver the Si, it makes sense you didnât feel as much as I did, the Fi in the bond isnât affected nearly as heavily as the Si is because you were the one who created the bond.â
You still didnât quite understand other than this being a Yin and Yang equivalent with a dash of omegaverse on the side, but then again, if humans had descended from Orionianâs then the apple truly didnât fall too far from the tree.Â
âAnd...the Fi is whatâŚ? The more dominant one?â You quirked a brow, a smile threatening to tug on your lips as Jungkook looked up at you, an unfair pout of his face as he set his chin on your chest, leading you to believe there was some merit to your words.Â
âNot exactly, it just means you were the one who established the bond, making you the one who, in more primal words, the caretaker. With newly bonded couples, itâs imperative that you be together for the first few days to stabilize the bond. Si tends to be more....â He shifted a little, his scales becoming pink as he buried into your chest, â...Clingy...and Fi tends to facilitate and care for Si while the bond stabilizes.â
Your hand made its way back to his hair as you tenderly combed through the soft silky locks as Jungkookâs relaxed back against you, practically melting into your touch as you hummed, âAnd...if it isnât stabilized?âÂ
Jungkook shifted a little against you as he mumbled, â...Well, both people become....I donât know how to truly describe, if a bond isnât stabilized...it becomes difficult to distinguish your own feelings from your partners, and with the bond unstable it causes an emptiness to fill both which causes sadness and pain, but because feelings can be mutually felt, it magnifies those feelings tenfold...Until eventuallyâŚ.â Jungkook frowned as he shrugged a little timidly, âBoth go insane, or end up commiting suicide out of despair. Si feels it a lot more intensely then Fi though because of being the one who was tethered into the bond rather than creating it.â
OhâŚ
You said nothing, feeling even worse now knowing what had happened and what you could have possibly caused, not only this but for Jungkook to suffer through so much all because you couldnât just hear him out for less than five minutes, âDonât blame yourself,â Jungkook sat up a little to look at you earnestly, as if knowing exactly what you felt despite not saying anything, âYou donât know anything about Orionianâs, I...I shouldâve handled everything better then I didâŚâ His gaze lowered looking a little glassy as he sighed, âJust...please never do that again.â He collapsed back against you with a quiet mumble, âI was miserable.âÂ
âI wonât baby.â You ushered softly, pressing your lips into his hair as he basked in your love, the silence taking over once more as you relaxed back down against him, intending on letting yourself fall asleep again before you felt a low rumble in your stomach, before you sighed...Well he did say since you wereâŚ.Fi...that you were supposed to be a caretaker....?
âHey, Iâm starving...you want me to get us something to eat?â You sat up a little as Jungkook shifted beneath you with a whine, his cheeks puffing a little as he huffed, saying nothing but you had a suspicion that he was definitely hungry, âIâm getting us something to eat, what do you want babe?â You got out of bed making Jungkook scramble with another whine.Â
He immediately latched himself to you as you sighed, âThen weâre going together. Do you guys even have human food here?âÂ
âWe have plamatic barrettes.â Jungkook perked a little in excitement as you frowned.Â
âCan...Are...are they edible for humans?â You raised a brow as you opened the door, doing an awkward waddle as Jungkook back hugged you, happily nuzzling into your neck before he frowned.
âWell...umâŚâ He rubbed his head as you tutted, it wasnât that you werenât willing to try it but you were really craving some fries right now and whatever it was they ate, didnât sound even close to a potato.Â
âWe can try it later babe, I brought my wallet so we can go get something to eat, if Jimin and Seokjin havenât left itâll be like a two minute drive.â You shrugged as you both entered the common space.Â
âYou both arenât going anywhere.â Namjoon had been running around with Taehyung while Jimin and Seokjin were working frantically on...what looked like an engine box as the man turned around with a serious expression making you and Jungkook twist into concern, âThe Arbitrators are here on Earth, which means weâre leaving.âÂ
You didnât quite understand the gravity of the situation but...you had a feeling this wasnât an ideal situation.
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A/N Hi everyone! Iâm back with a one shot :) I know I donât write as often anymore but since Iâm self quarantining and Iâm just about finish with high school, I thought I should try and give it another go? Iâm also re starting up my jewellery business so ahhh many goals in mind but no motivation ??? Okay, I hope you guys enjoy this one!!! It is definitely a slow burn with smut but part 2? I dunno!!
Y/N and her brotherâs best friend Harry, has had some pent up sexual frustration for a while. Wouldnât it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;)Â
*smut includes spanking, choking, male and female receives oral, harry dom but Y/N rides, magic face cream treatment for anti wrinkling results? Yes, and what else? sub space, hair pulling, gosh I forgot please read it đ
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âDonât you think it's a bit of a clichĂŠ to be crushing on your brotherâs best friend?â Ness teases Y/N as they walk out of her house. They were just on the steps about to go on a walk around the block. It was definitely one of their favourite things to do as the sun was just about to set.
Y/N had her butt sat on the spruced wooden steps as she ignored her best friendâs comment. First off, she knew it was a clichĂŠ. Secondly, her last encounter with him just seconds ago was already making her plan her own execution.
In her head, it was simply her just jumping out of her window multiple times until she lost consciousness. Ness on the other hand was standing up, watching the poor girl tie her laces. âOkay, I was just teasing. We can change the topic.â She lends her hand out for Y/N to take.
âItâs not just that Ness.â She gladly accepts the gesture and stands up. She wipes off her butt and glances back at the door. âIâve never had a thing for him! Ryan and Harry have been best mates since what? 8th grade and for some reason ever since the cruise from last summer, I canât stop thinking about him.â
âItâs because he was shirtless half of the time.â Ness laughs as she hands Y/Nâs water bottle to her. âOkay, we can admit it though. As a senior he is 10 times more attractive than he ever was. He looks like a frat boy that could jump my bones.â Y/N stops walking and just stares at Ness while the girl continues to walk. She grabs her hand and pulls her forward. âOkay, Iâm sorry for the bad comment.â
âHe is hot though. Really hot.â Y/N smiles.
âSee, thatâs why you should sleep with him.â
âWhat are you crazy? Ness, Ryan would kill me or him -maybe the both of us!âÂ
âItâs pent up sexual frustration. Harry legit watched us walk out your door while eating a banana and you still managed to trip on your shoes.â She laughs.
âHe was making eye contact with me!â
âAll Iâm saying is that he throws parties at his house and always invites us despite yâknow us being juniors. Just offer, do it, slip out, and never say anything about it ever again.â Ness elbows Y/N as she crosses her arms.Â
âMaybe I will.â She laughs pretending to actually sound confident in the idea.
âGood, thereâs a party this Friday anyway.â Ness shrugs her shoulders. âItâs the best remedy sis.â
~
âHarry, can we talk?â Y/N follows him into the kitchen while everyone else is God knows where around the house.Â
âRyan is in the backyard, trying to get Cassidy back.â He barely glances at her as he pours himself a drink. He notices an empty one in her hand so he decides to pour coke in hers.Â
âI um wasnât really drinking coke.â She states confusedly as she watches the bubbles in her cup dissolve.
âYou think Iâm trying to get you drunk at this party. One alcoholic beverage is good enough for yeh.â He smiles at her as he screws the cap shut and taps the top of her head. He was treating her as if she was a child, which definitely pissed her off since she was going to ask him a really fucked up favour in the matter of 60 seconds.
âI can handle myself, you know.âÂ
âYup.â He rests his back against the counter and bites the rim of the plastic cup as he looks at her. âWhat do you need though?â He genuinely asks her. Although they werenât that close, Harry knew her long enough to know she wouldnât start random a conversation with him. It was more like a hi and bye situation. Not her trying to actually talk to him.Â
âI have a favour and you canât tell Ryan.â Y/N lets out a big breath as she watches his reaction change into a confused one.Â
âLook Y/N, if you want to try and smoke a blunt, I think itâs best you find yourself a dealer that doesnât know your brother.â
âNo, not that.â She whispers as she moves in closer. There were more people entering the kitchen and this was about to get really fucking awkward.Â
âWhat?â He looks at her and notices her body shifting closer to him. Her chest was touching the side of his arm, making his eyes look towards the cabinets instead.
âI-â
âYes?â
âDo you wanna fu-?â His eyes widen as he downs the rest of his drink in one go. Harry doesnât even let her continue as he steps away from Ryanâs little sister.Â
âIâm sorry do I already know the rest of that question?â He tries not to obviously choke on the liquid in his mouth.
âWell, I donât know you didnât really let me finish.â Her sassy tone comes out. Her cheeks were really red and although Y/N came to the party with Ness feeling really confident in the dress she picked. She just wanted to go home and not show her face to him ever again. This was the stupidest idea! Why on earth did she think Harry would want to sleep with her when there are so many girls that try to get his attention.Â
âIâm sorry Y/N.â He bites the inside of his cheek and watches some familiar people leave the room. Once itâs clear again, he speaks up. âLike are you serious?â He could feel his throat becoming more stuffy. âYou and me?â She nods. âReally?â She nods again. âThatâs crossing the line and Ryan is pretty overprotective. I canât do that to him.â
âCool.â Y/N stands perfectly still as she tries her best to maintain eye contact with him. She takes a sip of the coke but later, grabs the bottle of alcohol and pours it into her cup regardless of him watching her. âWell, donât let Ryan know.â She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. âThanks for answering my survey!â She gives him an awkward smile then walks out of the room. How can a guy pass up on her??? First rejection has gotta sting.Â
This wasnât some weird guy she was asking though. This was Harry, Ryanâs best friend. If Ness was put in his position, she wouldnât want her to say yes either. God, she was also going to kill her best friend for putting the most ridiculous game plan in her head.
And although the party continued on, Ness and Y/N didnât let the earlier events bother them. The two spent hours just fucking around until they found a comfy spot in the living room.
âY/N, donât look.â Ness sits beside her on Harryâs couch watching a few strangers play an unfamiliar game on the floor.Â
âWhat?â she quickly looks up to see what Ness is talking about. It wasnât a surprise to see Harry holding Carla Lawsâs hand as they walked up the stairs. They looked pretty excited for a room tour too.
Oh hell no, everyone knows a girl doesnât go to Harry Stylesâ room to just hold hands and a cute sentimental room tour!
âAre you sure he didnât want to with you?â
âYes Nessa.â She rolls her eyes and drinks her third cup. âWhatever, if anything at least I donât feel attracted to him anymore. I found a new ick. He doesnât even find me attractive.â
âGood. Rejection may hurt but it makes you wake up and face reality.âÂ
~
Okay if there was one thing Y/N could say now, it was that she is finally over Harry. Overall, he was nothing but a phase. Yes, she was crushing on him for the first semester of the year but after that weird conversation they had, it made sense why they couldnât work out anyway. Heâs a stuck up douche - a typical senior, all while she was a junior who was either too infatuated with him or too horny. Maybe both?
Itâs been about two weeks and although Ness made sure to keep trash talking the guy, Y/N knew there was more to him than what her best friend thought. She knew him for years! Maybe the fact he was athletic, charismatic and just kind that made her realize what a perfect guy he was. She knew he was a bit more complex than what other people thought of him and it wasnât bad at all.Â
What she never thought was how awkward it was going to be the next time she saw him. âHey, Haz.â Ryan opens the door for his buddy as Y/N covers herself with the blanket more all while pretending to watch TV.
For the past couple of days, Ryan was going over to his house and maybe Harry asked him too to come over, but what she didnât expect was to see him again so soon.Â
âHey Ryan.â Harry takes his jacket and boots off as it just begun to snow outside. âHey Y/N.â She quickly glances at him and waves.Â
âLetâs go to the kitchen first, I wanna get snacks.â Ryan suggests as he walks away, assuming Harry would follow him like usual.Â
After thirty minutes, Y/N thought the boys would be upstairs but as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but her shorts and her brotherâs old t-shirt, she was surprised to see Harry and Ryan eating sandwiches at the breakfast bar, looking pretty serious. Did Harry tell him?Â
As she walked closer, she noticed both boys were just on their phones, scrolling through different social media platforms. She quickly brushes past them to put her dish in the sink. Ryan seemed unbothered but she could definitely feel Harryâs eyes on her. Once she makes eye contact with him, he quickly takes a sip of his juice and looks at his phone once more. âY/N can you grab the chips in the cabinet please?â Ryan looks up at his phone and notices his sister was standing right in front of the cupboard.Â
âYeah, no problem.â She turns her back on them and opens the cabinet. She goes on her tiptoes reaching for the only bag of chips. Once she grabs them, she puts them on the counter and walks out of the room, only hearing her brother murmur a thank you.Â
It was about 6:30 PM and the parents werenât home yet. Ryan and Harry decided to chill in the living room when the doorbell rang. Pausing the game, Ryan opened the door to see Tom standing in front of him. âY/N itâs for you!â He calls out for his sister since he knew Tom was her friend.
âWhoâs that?â Harry mouthed.
âHer boyfriend.â Ryan shrugs as he unpauses the game.Â
âTom? What are you doing here?â Y/N walks down the stairs, pulling her shirt down.Â
âVanessa told me to come by. Apparently you need help with the calculus homework? Iâm free tonight anyway.â He smiles and gives her a hug. Tom was a really good friend of Ness and Y/N. He was a smart boy that was really kind and obviously had a big crush on Nessa. There was anything he could do for her.Â
Y/N instantly bit her cheek and laughed as she remembered Nessâ text message a couple of hours ago when she told her Harry came by. This was definitely one of Nessâ master plans. âYouâre so sweet.â She pulls away and laughs. âWe can go upstairs, I have a few questions to ask.â She quickly glances at her brother who doesnât care all while Harry tried his best to maintain his eyes on the screen.Â
âY/N, Put some shorts on!â Ryan finally yells out as the two went up the stairs.Â
~Â
âI donât get why he throws parties every weekend.â Ness takes a sip of her drink as they sit inside Harry's dining room. They probably werenât going to stay too long. Everyone was inside due to the cold weather with the occasional smokers outside. Being the only few juniors, there wasnât much the girls could do other than loiter around, drink a few cups and play the games they knew so well. Y/N wasnât the type to have random hook ups but you know her exception with Harry.Â
âGemma has gone off for college and Anne is always working really late shifts at the hospital. Heâs pretty much anywhere and everywhere besides his house unless itâs a party.â
âTrue.âÂ
âIâm going to say bye to my brother then we can head back to mine if you want?â Y/N offers as Nessa nods and downs her drink.Â
âIâm going to drink a cup of water. Meet you at the front?â
âMhm.â They both stand up and leave the room. Nessa was heading straight to the kitchen while Y/N began to wander around the house.Â
âY/N.â Harry calls out her name over the music. He was wearing a while long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned. It made him look really attractive which almost made Y/N lose her breath.Â
âHey Harry, You know where Ryan is?â The only typical thing she would ever ask him before that one time. (Pretending as if she didnât sexually harass him last time.)Â
âHeâs downstairs with the rest of the boys.â He glances around at everyone and looks at her once more. âIâm sorry, are you um- leaving?â
âYeah me and Nessa are going to call it a night.â She wraps her hoodie around her figure and tries to make her way to the stairs.Â
âWant me to give you girls a ride?â
âNo no, itâs okay!â She smiles and waves her hand at him. âNessa drove. You also have a party to h-â
âItâs kind of late maybe she should head home and we can-â And thatâs when it hit her. Was Harry Styles trying to isolate her?Â
âOh.â She widens her eyes and slowly nods. âOkay. Iâll let my brother and Ness know. Should I meet you in your car outside?â
âYeah.â He runs his hand through his hair and quickly leaves her side. After bidding her farewell to Ryan and explaining her interpretation of Harry to Ness, she was quietly leaving the house as she watched Nessa walk by herself to the car down the street. What surprised Y/N more was to see him in his brown jacket standing by the passenger door.Â
âDid you tell Ryan I was dropping you off?â He nervously smiles as he opens the door for her. He makes sure no one is watching them leave together as he feels the butterflies forming in his stomach.Â
âNo.â She puts her hood on and sits in his car. She was picking on her stockings trying to avoid the awkward tension between them. Once Harry sat inside and they both put their seatbelts on, they were on their way to her house. It was weird knowing she was actually leaving a party with her brotherâs best friend so she could suck his-Â
 âWhat happens if they notice youâre gone?â
âUm, Iâm sure theyâll think i'm elsewhere doing stuff.â She knew what he was thinking about and that made her a bit uncomfortable but it didnât change the fact it was true.
âAre you still down to yâknow?â Harry honestly never thought he would be this nervous talking to Ryanâs little sister.Â
âYeah.â She bites her lip as they glance at each other.Â
âCool. Are you like a virgin or something. I mean is there anything that I should know about?â
âNo.â She shakes her head and low-key observes how he drives.Â
This was going to be one hell of a night.Â
Harry has seen Y/Nâs room a countless number of times but to actually be with her by themselves in Ryanâs house made him feel really guilty. That guilt however, was shoved in the back of his throat. The girl in the room with his was obviously the best distraction. âI like your room.â he smirks at her as he looks at her soccer trophy collection from grade school.Â
âThanks.â She laughs lightly as she takes off her jacket. She quickly texts an update to Ness before putting the phone on do not disturb.Â
âSo before we start, what made you ask the offer?â He takes his jacket off and throws it on her chair. He sits on her bed and glances at the time. It was still early, so people probably werenât going to be looking for him.Â
âThis is going to sound really dumb but Iâve had this crush on you since the cruise last summer. Well, you know Nessa... she had this thought and she thinks it is just pent up sexual frustration?â She shakes her head of saying the whole idea out loud. âSo I thought maybe I should just get it out of my system.â Harry laughs as he takes in of what she just said. it made her smile as well.
âYou were checking me out all summer?â He asks her in disbelief. âLittle Y/N wanted to jump my bones?â He started to smirk at her. Although they didnât know each other too well, the awkward tension was gone with just one simple laugh of his.Â
âStop laughing.â She throws a pillow at him. âI didnât think you would say no.â
âI didnât want to say no Y/N are you crazy? Iâm laughing because I kept checking you out in those tiny bikinis you used to wear.â He throws the pillow to the side and shakes his head. âI donât want to cross Ryan like that but I think i need to get you out of my system too.â
âMhm and whyâs that?â She locks her door and sits on the bed with him. âBecause Carla couldnât distract me from seeing you in my sheets.â He leans in and kisses her. âTom coming by a few days ago with you wearing nothing but those little shorts was already making me lose my mind.â He whispers and kisses her again.Â
Y/N immediately sits on his lap while trying her best to keep his mouth on herâs. Everything about this was so hot. She was about to just rip his clothes off.Â
âOne and done yeah?â Y/N rubs herself on him as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He kisses down her neck while grabbing her ass.Â
âOne and done. Just to get you out of my system.â He confirms with her as he gently throws her on the bed. Heâs pulling his long sleeve off and taking his shirt off but once he begins unbuckling his jeans, he couldnât help but notice Y/N trying to take her shirt off as well. âFuck.â He murmurs as he gently unbuttons her long sleeve to help her take it off. In a flash, heâs on his knees unzipping her skirt and taking her stockings off as well. âYou looked really pretty tonight by the way.â His cheeks flush as he throws her bottoms behind his back. Y/N laughs quietly and she sits up and brings his face closer to hers.Â
âI actually would like to say the same exact thing.â He leans in to kiss her once more. Her lips were extremely soft and forbidden and it was making him slowly lose his mind all over again. Y/N thought Harry was just a phase but that seemed impossible as she was already dreading the fact this was a one and done situation.Â
âYouâre just so fucking soft and alluring.â He whispers in her ear as he unclasped her bra. âI already know I need to fuck you hard.â Y/N eyesâ roll back as she feels his wet mouth on her nipple as the other one massaged the other. Her hands were trying really hard to focus on the task at hand which was to undo his pants but it was definitely not working with the way he was distracting her. Not a single thought could process in her mind.
âI think since this is a one and done situation, you better make this memorable.â She whispers and bites her lip as she tries to hold back a moan. His fingers were teasing her covered entrance but Harry could feel her drenched spot already clenching at his presence.Â
âMemorable? Iâll definitely leave my mark on you.â He sucks on her mouth more roughly than usual as he rubs his fingers on her centre. âYou wanted me so bad baby? You just had to beg me huh?â He gestures his hips more forward to help her with his pants.Â
âIâm kind of new to this. Be a bit patient.â Y/N laughs as she gently unzips his pants after numerous attempts. Â
âYou just ruined the moment.â He laughs with her as he kisses her forehead and takes his pants off as well. âJust kidding, this is probably the most fun I had.â He hovers over her again and teases her entrance.Â
âWhat do you mean?â She lays on her back and roams her hands all over his chest.Â
âNever got the chance to tease the fuck out of a pretty girl then fuck her hard.â He slaps her clit and bites down on her lip. She suddenly lets out a moan that makes her eyes flutter and her chest rise closer up to his face.Â
He brings two of his fingers to her mouth and slowly lets her lick on it before rimming her entrance and shoving it in without any warning. His thumb slowly rubs her swollen numb as he canât help but rub himself on her sheets as well. âYou mind if I get a little bit of a taste? Iâve been dying to know. I saw you earlier at the party and I had to jerk myself off seeing you in those little stockings of yours.âÂ
âYou. You jerked yourself off thinking about me, baby?â She looks down at him and smiles softly. He gives her a little smirk before pulling his hand away and heading his head down a bit south. His tongue dips slowly on the left side of her leg as his hands grip her thighs tightly, sure of the bruises to form soon.
âYouâre like a fucking wet dream. How can I say no to you?â He urgently swipes his whole tongue on her centre. âI saw you earlier and had to go to my room.â He takes another lick. âFuck baby, the best iâve fucking tasted. Fuck oh fuck.â He precisely observes the way your whole swallows his fingers in and clench so tightly around him. His tongue dipping and switching with his fingers because he honestly canât decide which is best.Â
âHarry, fuck me please baby.â Y/N moans loudly as she harshly grabs on her boobs. Sheâs never been fucked this good. It was honestly feeling like a dream. With that being said, sheâs only had sex a handful of times but Harry seemed like such an expert in the field. âOh God.â She tries to pull away. She wasnât sure if she could continue on with Harry obsessively licking and sucking on her wet centre.Â
He looks up and watches her eyes roll back as her fingers begin to pull on his head aggressively. His only reflex is to spread her legs wider. After her first orgasm, Y/N lays on her back staring at her ceiling trying to catch her breath.Â
âFuck me.â
âWe arenât done yet, love.â He laughs at her cuteness. He canât remember the last time where he wasnât rushing to finish himself off. He was taking his time with Y/N since itâs what she deserves. He lays down beside her and kisses down her chest. âTell me when youâre ready to go, yeah?â He dips his tongue on her shoulder until it reaches the huge hickey he left on her collarbone. He gently licks around it and sucks on it again.Â
He was a bit surprised to see Y/N sit up and grab a condom from her drawer. âThank you for fucking the shit out of me, Iâll gladly return the favour.â She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear as she focuses on putting the contraceptive on him. Just touching it was already forming butterflies in her stomach.Â
âI couldâve been fucking you on that cruise.â he mischievously smiles at her as he watches the way her pretty tits move.Â
âYou were sharing a room with my brother.â She hisses as she holds onto his shaft trying to gently ease the pain as she fully sits on him.Â
âBut you were alone.â He grabs onto her waist and helps her. âYouâre so beautiful fuck.â He sits up on her headboard as her palms rest on his chest. Both of their eyes couldnât help but watch the way he was easily penetrating her.Â
âWas touching myself because of you.â She mumbles out as her speed begins to increase.
âWhat did you say baby?â He almost chokes on his breath as he can feel her fully taking him in.Â
âCouldnât stop thinking of you on that cruise. I needed you to rail the fuck out of me.â She moans louder as she starts to feel his hips meet her.Â
âFuck me. So perfect, Shit.â He quickly turns them around and shoves himself back into her. His hand immediately tightens around her neck and once he is about to pull it away, she keeps his hand on her.Â
âFuck me harder.â She cries out as his arm begins to push her legs up. He spits in between their centres before thrusting as hard as he can. All you could hear was her headboard banging against the wall as his hand continuously choked the fuck out of her.Â
âI bet you like getting spanked too huh?â He bites his lip and semi turns her body before slapping her ass.Â
âHarry fuck.â
âCome on, baby. Be a good girl and come around my cock.â
âFuck fuck fuck.â Y/N cries out as her fingernails scratch his back. âCome in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad please.â tears begin to form in her eyes as she continues to clench around his dick. Harry immediately pulls off the condom and helps her sit up on her knees. She absolutely could not feel a thing below her stomach but with Harryâs hard cock in her mouth, she was already closing her eyes and trusting him with everything she was. Sheâs never been this fucking vulnerable, she was literally about to pass the fuck out.Â
She was softly holding onto his thighs but her hands found comfort on his waist as he began to fuck her mouth harder. Harry on the other hand, kept his eyes on how her mouth was taking him in. He watched the way his fingers wrap around her hair tightly as he brought his hips closer and closer until he could feel her gagging on his dick. Without a warning, he immediately pulls out and spills all over her face.
âWhyâd you do that?â She opens her eyes and pouts. She was pretty upset how she couldnât taste him spill into her mouth. So her finger immediately takes a swipe of his spill and puts it in her mouth. Without hesitation, sheâs taking his forming soft dick in her hands before softly licking it clean and softly sucking on his balls. She takes his shaft and swipes her cheek once more before licking the rest of his spill from his shaft.Â
âYouâre going to make me hard again if you keep doing that baby. Might not be as nice as I was this time.âÂ
âMaybe I want another round?â She gestures him to lie down as she continues to kiss and suck on his cock.Â
âThought it was a one and done.â He softly smiles as he removes some of the hair from her face.
âHow about a one and done night?â
âDeal.â
And although they thought this was crossing a line, they already knew the moment their lips touched, they wouldnât be able to stop.
~
âWait so he changed his mind!â Nessa laughs as they drive back home. âBitch how are you at school today? I literally saw you limping at lunch.â
âShut up.â Y/N mouth widens as she rubs her face. âI donât know what happened okay? We said one and done but we honestly went a couple of rounds before I had to wake him up so he could drive back home.â
âBut is he out of your system? Donât get me wrong Harryâs a fine guy but like dating wise? Heâs been with other girls but somehow always goes back to Carla. Theyâve been like that before you and Ryan moved here.âÂ
âYeah, heâs out of my system.â Y/N laughs but truth be told, some nights when she canât sleep, sheâll find herself staring at the ceiling.Â
âWhy are you guys home so early?â Nessa asks once they step inside the house. There was a good comparison between Nessa and Ryan with Y/N and Harry. First off, Nessa literally saw Ryan as her older brother which meant they were pretty vocal towards each other. Secondly, Nessa was very comfortable at Y/Nâs house almost as if this was her second home.Â
âCarla and Cassidy are coming over.â Ryan smirks as Harry cleans the living room behind him. âDuring the party last night, I may have asked if they wanted to come over for a double date game night thing. Mom and Dad are cool with it since it's a Monday which is their date night too.
âOh have fun.â Y/N buds in and laughs. âMake sure to actually vacuum please. You donât want the girls finding your crumbs on the carpet.â She takes her jacket off as Nessa follows behind her up the stairs. Harry obviously tried to ignore the fact, she bluntly ignored him.Â
âDouble date? Damn, you guys really did just fuck and brushed it under the carpet.â
âIt meant nothing right. So?â Y/N tries to brush off the topic as she sets her backpack down. âWhy wonât you sit down?â âOn that bed?â Nessa smiles awkwardly as she glances at the double bed near the wall.Â
âI changed the sheets.â Y/N takes her shirt off and replaces it with another loose top. She unzips her pants and wears her black tights instead.
âSo should we invite ourselves to their double date?â Nessa raises her eyebrows as she lays down on the bed.Â
âNo because itâs weird and I donât want Harry to think Iâm jealous.â
âI think you are.â
âNope, I told you I donât like him like that anymore and heâs out of my system.â She tries to ignore the fact, how she swallowed him without hesitation.
âOkay but wouldnât it be better to prove to yourself you are just by being around him.â And although Y/N wanted to protest that, the two best friends ended up being invited by Ryan to play downstairs anyway.Â
âYou girls want a refill?â Ryan sits up from the coffee table as he cleans up the empty red cups. Ness, Carla, and Cassidy wanted a new one which made Y/N go help her brother out in the kitchen.Â
âAre you having fun?â Ryan asks as he throws the cups in the recycling. Y/N pours the preferred drinks in the new cups as she looks up at her brother.Â
âYeah, I was wondering why you invited Ness and I. Donât you think weâre cock-blocking?â
âHarry suggested you guys hang out with us while we played games. More competition is fun yâknow. Plus you and Nessa can leave whenever.â
âOh cool. Thanks, I guess?âÂ
âYup.â He grabs two cups as she does. She couldnât help but notice how Ryan suddenly started cheering. âYeah, Styles get it! Woooo!â Y/N turns her eyes to notice Harry and Carla making out on the floor by the coffee table.Â
âAre you guys dating again?â Cassidy laughs as she tries not to watch them make out.
âSure.â Carla pulls away and pecks his cheek. Nerissa was just watching Y/Nâs reaction and she knew it was a bad one.Â
âY/N could you walk me to the car? Appa just texted me and heâs wondering where I am. I forgot it was his birthday.â Nessa speaks up.
âOh shit.â Y/N was clueless of her excuse. Which thankfully made her seem more genuinely in a rush to get out of the room. She sets the drinks on the table before going upstairs with Ness.
âHow did you forget it was Appaâs birthday, Ness?âÂ
âI donât know.â She packs her things up. âWhy donât you come with me? Heâs gonna blow his cake soon.â
âOh, I donât want-â
âCome.â And if there was one thing Y/N knew well about Nessa, it was that she wouldnât ever forget it was Appaâs birthday, especially if she just celebrated it a couple of months ago. Without a fight to say no, Y/N immediately grabs a hoodie as they walk down the stairs.Â
âRyan, Iâm going to Nessâ to celebrate Appaâs birthday. Iâll be home soon before Mom and Dad comes home.â
âOh okay.â Ryan waves at his sister as his arms rests on Cassidyâs shoulder.Â
âBye guys!â Ness and Y/N wave as they both exit the house immediately. Harry stays unbothered as he takes another sip of his beer.Â
âThank you for getting me the fuck out of there.âÂ
âItâs okay. We donât actually have to leave you know. Itâs 6 PM, I can drive the car to a different neighbourhood and you can cry all about him there.â
âI love you.â Y/N begins to tear up.Â
âI love you too.â
~
âWhatâs Tom doing here?â Ryanâs eyes are in shock as he watches his sister hold hands with the familiar boy. Whatâs confusing is that Y/N went to Nessâ for a birthday.Â
âHe just wanted to come over.â She smiles innocently as she waves hi to the same party. It was just about 7 PM and the double date duo was watching an unfamiliar movie on TV. Nessa called Tom and Y/N had to explain their situation. Although he didnât really want to do it. He knew Y/N wanted to prove something to the Harry guy. So as long as they didnât do anything romantic or weird that would cross his boundaries, Tom was okay with it.Â
âAw, I didnât know you were dating Thomas?â Cassidy smiles as she walks in with a bowl of popcorn. She hands it to Carla who is cuddling up against Harry on one of the sofas.
âWe arenât dating.â They both look at each other and laugh. Tom shakes his head and pulls Y/N up the stairs instead.Â
Once the pair is gone, the dates begin to watch their movie again. âRyan, you really donât care if your sister is by herself with that boy?â Carla laughs as she feeds herself and Harry popcorn.
âIâm definitely not going to interfere with that, theyâre probably doing the nasty already.â His eyes widen as he stuffs more popcorn down his mouth and although, Harry was keeping his eyes on the screen, there wasnât anything sitting well with him knowing the girl he was with on the weekend was already in somebody elseâs arms.Â
The goal was to get each other out of their systems, why the fuck are they so jealous then?
great plan Vanessa.Â
Part deux iciÂ
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Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 9
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Summary: Â In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after heâs swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, heâs running out of time before heâs out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.
Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a âlack of personal fulfillment and settling down,â he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young manâs profile heâd briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. Itâs not ideal, but if after a year itâs not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.
Itâs a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. Itâs either going to be forever or itâs going to go down in flames.
Warnings/AO3 Tags: Â 18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is of Legal Age, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker
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Chapter 9
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With Peter out of the house, presumably running, Stephen collapsed into his armchair in the den. His book with its space travels and fantastic adventures held little appeal to him at the moment. Nothing appealed to him, save maybe putting Peter over his knee and disciplining some respect into the young man.
He'd expected better of Peter, honestly. Sure, he was a smartass. But he didn't seem duplicitous. Still, why would he have had some random woman in the house, been alone with her?
Had one of the bored housewives watching him do yard work decided to see if he was as bored? Or had Peter sought someone out? It was hard to say.
When the doorbell rang, roughly one long, brooding hour later, Stephen frowned. Another tryst so soon?
He didn't expect to see... Peter was sneaking around with Clea's wife?
It didn't make sense. He knew Ava Starr and Clea Faltine both and from all appearances, they were devoted to each other, often disgustingly so.
"Hello, Stephen!" Ava said cheerfully, as if she wasn't stepping out on her wife, one of the finest women Stephen had ever met.
"Good afternoon," he said. "Peter isn't here," he added, watching her expression carefully.
"Oh, that's fine!" she said, unconcerned. "I was actually just popping over to see if I left my gloves here yesterday?"
"Ah. They're yours, then?" he asked. "Just a moment."
He didn't invite her in, couldn't invite her in. He stalked back to his den where the offending gloves, lacy and white, resided. He wished he'd tossed them in the garbage.
She took the gloves from him gratefully. "Thank you so much! I completely forgot about them once we got started," she said. "And they didn't even cross my mind until this morning when I was getting ready to run errands." Ave gave him a conspiratorial smile. "You should tell him he did a good job, if you haven't already. He was so worried he was going to mess up and ruin your shirts."
"I'm sorry, what?" He should thank Peter for having a fling? And what on earth did his shirts have to do with anything?
"The ironing," Ava said. "He'd never ironed before, so he asked me if I'd teach him. He said you had such nice shirts and he didn't want to risk burning them." She smiled fondly. "I don't know where you found him, Stephen. He's so sweet."
"You were over here, with Peter... because you were teaching him how to iron clothing?" He clarified, dumbstruck.
"Yes. After the shirts, I showed him how to iron slacks and then we had tea while I did my best to get him hooked on NPR's Winding Road Whispers, which just started its second season." At his blank look she added, "It's a radio drama, runs on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
"I see," he said.
Peter hadn't been sneaking around, or trying to get involved with their next-door neighbor. He'd shown tremendous character and asked a stranger for help simply because he didn't want to risk ruining something of Stephen's. Realistically, it would have been all too easy to scorch a shirt or two, claim he didn't know how.
"I'm glad he asked me instead of risking one of the Desperate Dahlias," Ava said. "It's a real shame they have nothing better to do than to ogle the poor guy when he's just trying to do yard work!" She smirked. "Clea and I had something of a laugh over it the other night."
"Indeed," he said. What else could he say? That he was far more jealous of his young husband than he'd thought he'd be? That he'd been hurt by the possibility of Peter being unfaithful? Wild horses couldn't drag that out of him.
"I spoke with the Missus and we're planning on inviting you two over for dinner some evening, when you're both settled. She's curious to meet him."
"We'll look forward to it," Stephen said as graciously as he was able.
"Well, have a good day! The vegetable patch isn't going to tend itself!" Ava went back home next door and Stephen retreated to his den. He felt curiously numb.
And he felt like a fool.
Peter, smartass and essentially unwilling spouse that he was, clearly wasn't the unfaithful type.
I chose the one least likely to get me killed.
No, he was just a young man trying to stay alive and make the most of his situation.
Peter hadn't complained about cooking or cleaning, and had even gone out of his way to learn a new skill so he wouldn't ruin belongings that weren't his.
And Stephen, jealous to a fault, had taken one look at a pair of gloves and immediately seized upon the most devastating possibility. He'd been horrible, and for a brief moment, had considered breaking his promise to Peter to never punish him when he was angry.
He was going to have to apologize, probably.
His lips curled in distaste at the prospect.
He hadnât wanted any of this. He hadnât wanted a spouse, selected or otherwise. He hadnât wanted the responsibility, the commitment.
Neither had Peter, whoâd apparently had plans for his life that included college and a career and nothing even remotely close to marriage with an admittedly arrogant, impatient surgeon who just wanted to be able to go to work, cut people open, fix them, stitch them up, and return home.
Stephen couldn't just do that anymore, could he? No, now he had to make sure his husband was seen to, that they'd have a gracious home for guests they'd be expected to entertain because that was what people in his social class did. He didn't want to entertain self-important colleagues and donors any more than Peter, really. He positively dreaded the day Richards, Mordo, Xavier, Bolt, Rambeau, and that damned insufferable Carter woman swanned in, sure to have plenty of opinions on how he needed to run his own life.
And it was going to be even more difficult to deal with now, all because he'd seen something unexpected and assumed that Peter was just like Stephen's father, always stepping out to find pleasure where he had no business searching... and each time dulling the sparkle Stephen's mother had that much more.
It was a mess.
How was he even going to apologize? He could take Peter out to a nice meal, possibly. But Peter had funny ideas about food, to the point where Stephen could easily call him picky. Maybe he could buy Peter something, some trinket or book and hope that conveyed Stephen's regret appropriately. Peter had enjoyed the bookstore, at least. Or, he could always just drag Peter up to bed and fuck him thoroughly in lieu of words. But Peter would expect words, wouldn't he?
And Peter deserved to hear an actual apology, damn it all.
On a heavy sigh, Stephen went to the kitchen, figuring he may as well find something to eat for lunch, since it wasn't the weekend and he was on his own. The sandwich he cobbled together wasn't nearly as good as the one Peter had made him the other day. Better than he'd get in the cafeteria at work, but not as good as Peter's.
He decided to check the closet upstairs, curious to see the ironing work that Peter had been so proud of. Sure enough, his button-downs were immaculately crisp, with perfect lines. His slacks were perfectly done as well, with excellent creases where even Ms. Drew and the local dry-cleaner failed.
Peter had learned to do it for him.
Stephen really was an ass, he thought.
Two and half miles in and Peter was feeling it. He hadn't run in months and all the stretching in the world wouldn't keep him from being sore tomorrow. He slowed to a jog, then a steady walk, letting himself cool down before settling into another round of stretching.
He'd have to bring a bottle of water, next time, if his legs didn't fall off. Or if Stephen even let him out of the house. His husband hadn't wanted Peter to leave, he could tell.
It was still so ridiculous to him! How on earth could Stephen think Peter would cheat on him? Or that anyone would even want someone as gawky and awkward as him? After all, the women supposedly ogling him had been bored, Ava had said.
Ava. Of course Stephen would get upset the minute anyone showed any friendly interest in him. Because why would Peter be allowed friends? Clearly he should just be miserable and concerned with nothing other than making his husband happy.
He rolled his eyes in disgust.
He hadn't even been allowed to explain! And sure, it was embarrassing, that he'd had to ask for help to learn something as basic and simple as how to iron clothes. But he'd never done it before! May had enjoyed the chore so there'd never been a reason to bother.
He'd been so proud of his accomplishment, stupidly so. It wasn't as if Stephen would even notice. Hell, he'd probably take it as a given. An expectation.
Stretching done, muscles in his legs tingling, Peter made his way back to the addition and his new home.
The soreness in his legs? He was going to feel it tomorrow morning, that was for sure.
His foul mood? Oh, he didnât see that dissipating any time soon.
Stephen heard Peter go up the stairs, presumably to shower.
He was, he reluctantly admitted to himself, relieved that Peter bothered coming home.
It wasn't as if Peter could run away any more than Stephen himself could. Incorporating tracking technology, the rings were issued by the Bureau and couldn't be replaced until after the year was up. Even throwing the ring away was a felony and if either selected or selecting spouse was reported missing, alerts were sent to the media as well as train stations and the airship hangars. Not to mention both spouses would end up in prison, since their marriage was also considered an agreement with the government, at least for the first year.
Thankfully Peter wasn't the spiteful sort. The young man had done everything he could to avoid the streets, which in many cases, led to prison for vagrancy. No, Peter seemed to type to face problems head-on.
On a sigh, he went upstairs to wait. He might as well get it over with. Heâd apologize. Peter would accept. And theyâd move on with their life.
When Peter came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, Stephen had another moment of realization. Of course Peter wouldnât have been able to do anything in the way of an affair! Peterâs pretty cock was neatly secured away in the cage heâd bought.
Was it an effective way of keeping his husbandâs behavior respectful and appropriate? That remained to be seen. After all, Stephen had completely forgotten about it in his zeal to condemn the young man. He liked the notion, at least, that in something as basic as human pleasure Peter would be solely dependent on Stephen. (Yes, he had a kink. No, he had no intention of making Peter aware of that fact.)
Peter let out a little gasp when he saw Stephen and held the towel around his waist more securely. Then he seemed to regain his composure quickly. âFeel free to check the shower in case youâre worried I have someone in there.â
Well. That wasnât going to do.
âI came up here to apologize but if youâre going to be a disrespectful little brat I can easily put you over my knee instead,â Stephen said.
âYou were?â Hell, he didnât look surprised, Stephen realized, irritated. Peter looked downright flabbergasted.
âYes. Ms. Starr stopped by while you were out running to collect her gloves and explained why she was here yesterday.â
âSo it's not because you believed me,â Peter muttered dully.
"I'm sorry." Damn the words were bitter on his tongue. He wasn't used to apologizing. Or being wrong.
"For?" Peter prompted.
Stephen did not grit his teeth. "I am sorry for accusing you of infidelity and for not allowing you the chance to explain yourself."
Peter nodded. "Thank you."
That wasn't a "you're forgiven." Well, Peter would either get over it, or have some very unfond memories of their marriage.
"I wouldn't do that to you," Peter said, strolling into the closet to retrieve his clothes from earlier. "Even if I wanted to, which I don't, it's not like I can actually do anything." He dropped the towel and began to dress.
Stephen was surprised. He'd thought Peter would scurry over to the dressing room.
"You couldn't penetrate," Stephen said. "There are other ways."
Peter shrugged, pulled his spring green tennis shirt on. "I still wouldn't do anything," he said. He tucked his shirt in. "My aunt and uncle raised me better than that."
"Not your parents?"
Peter glared at him. "No. You know that."
How the hell was Stephen supposed to know that?
"Right. I'm going to get started on dinner, if that's okay." He tone was far more snappy than Stephen cared for.
"We could go out to eat," Stephen offered. "Make an evening out of it."
Peter scoffed. "Right, and then I can get accused of flirting with any Theo, David, or Heather that happens to pass by." He made to move past Stephen. Stephen grabbed his arm.
"I said I was sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have jumped to conclu-"
"No, you shouldn't have," Peter interrupted. "I haven't done anything to deserve that kind of distrust."
Stephen's eyes narrowed. "I do recall informing you that I don't appreciate being interrupted."
"And I don't appreciate being accused of being a shuckster!" Peter snapped back.
Stephen dropped his arm, feeling his temper rise and not wanting to inadvertently squeeze too hard. âStay as angry as you want, if it makes you feel better,â he said. âBut talking back at me isn't going to do you any favors.â
âSo what, I'm supposed to just go about my days knowing my husband thinks so lowly of me that a pair of stupid gloves is enough to condemn me as a cheater?â
âI said I was sorry,â Stephen repeated.
âAnd I don't believe you!â Peter said.
âWhatever,â Stephen finally said after long moments. âYou have until our year is up to get over it or not. By all means, believe what you must.â
Peter looked as if he wanted to say something else, but wisely shut his mouth and stormed downstairs.
Equally annoyed, Stephen went into his office.
Peterâs mood was foul as he tore through the kitchen.
Did Stephen really think something as simple as an âIâm sorryâ was going to cut it?
A small voice in his head that sounded an awfully lot like his Aunt May told him âat least he apologizedâ but he viciously shut that down. He didnât want an apology. Or maybe he just didnât want an apology right then. He wanted to stay mad.
It all felt so hopeless.
His anger wouldn't do anything, he knew. It would just result in him snapping at Stephen and increase his chances of another painful, humiliating spanking. It would just keep him from doing what his uncle Ben had taught him, protecting his peace.
But he could still let his annoyance show.
So dinner wouldn't be anything to write home about.
Simple sandwiches and canned soup. He'd keep the can on the counter, too. Maybe Stephen would be upset, but Peter had eaten much less for dinner many, many times in his life.
#couldntbedamned fic#SpiderStrange#spideystrange#peter parker x stephen strange#stephen strange x peter parker#1950s modern fusion au#1950s au#read the fucking warnings#and tags#no seriously read them
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Confessions {Part 2/finale}
1980s!Johnny Lawrence x Reader
A/N: I didn't want to leave it at that so here's what we'd all hope to happen. I really needed this myself.
Summary: As you finally start getting over Johnny Lawrence, something changes.
Warning: L2
{Masterlist}
{Part 1}
Just moments ago, you were standing in front of Johnny Lawrence and you were telling him what only very little people on earth had courage to tell someone.
Your mind was still racing with thoughts. Mainly thoughts about how much easier your life would be from now on. It felt overwhelmingly great to have removed that uncertainty and burden off your chest.
He took it well, you thought, and you couldnât help but grin at the surreality of it all.
You still had goosebumps all over your body. How exciting that just was.
Your mind hadnât processed all of it, yet. It was an adjustment for sure. No what ifs anymore and no more questioning if it was all just in your head or actually real.
For the first time in more than two years, you knew it was something very real. Real to you but also real to him. You knew without a doubt that you were going to be on his mind all day today. And that alone satisfied you. You had the power to make it real between you and now it felt like you did, even if just for a day, just for a minute or just for a moment. It felt like you took care of unfinished business and now you could finally move on.
As you stepped into your house, your parent called, âY/n, is that you?â
âYes!â you yelled back.
âC-mere! Your friend wants to talk to you.â
You made your way into the living room, where you found them speaking on the phone. When they noticed you stepped in, they covered the speaker with their hand.
âI hope you had a great school day,â they said and quickly added, with their mouth to the phone, âHere she is,â before passing you the handset. Meanwhile you were wondering why one of your friends was calling you. Thatâs a bit strange, you thought. âAlso, donât talk for too long, food is already on the table.â
You nodded. As they left the room, you put the handset on your ear.
âHello?â you uttered.
âYes, y/n, itâs me.â It was your friend who you were talking to yesterday at the beach. She sounded oddly serious.
âWhatâs up?â
âWere you talking to Johnny earlier?â
Your heart sank. How did she know you were talking to him?
âWhy?â you asked.
You heard a crumbling noise at the other end before she spoke again.
âWell because Erin and some other girls saw you two talking.â
Oh no, the girls you saw earlier did notice after all.
Your friend continued, âAnd she said it looked pretty serious.â
You needed a moment to collect your thoughts while your friend silently waited.
âSo ... what do they think it was about?â
âThey donât know actually. They just thought it was strange thatâs all. Thatâs why Erin called me. She wanted to know if I knew anything.â She paused. âI mean, you know what sheâs like. Always on the lookout for drama.â
âYeah,â you said, âI know.â
She nervously laughed, then added, âI told her that you probably borrowed him a pen and he forgot to give it back or something.â
âDid she believe you?â
âI donât know. Just tell her the same thing if she asks you.â
âWill do.â
âAnd I donât think she will ask Johnny by the way.â
âProbably not.â
âYeah, so I wouldnât worry too much about it.â
âMm-hm.â
It was silent after that for a couple of seconds until you heard her clear her throat.
âY/n, I donât want to be pushy, but is Johnny the guy you like?â
âIsnât that quite obvious now?â you said, and although you felt very vulnerable, you couldnât help but chuckle.
âI guess so.â You heard a smile in her voice. âHow did it go?â she added, âDo you want to talk about it?â
âNot at the moment, no. Maybe some other time.â
âOkay.â She paused again. âIf you need anything just let me know.â
âOkay. Thank you.â
âOf course.â
âBye, then.â
âBye.â
~
The following weeks were both strange and unchanged.
It didnât feel like anything had changed, which wasnât untrue for the most part, but you knew that there was this unspoken truth between you and Johnny, like a secret the two of you shared. And anytime you were close to each other, you felt this tension as if both of you were thinking the same.
But he acted normal which meant that neither did he keep a suspicious distance from you, nor was he unnaturally close all the time.
But after many such weeks, your memories slowly started to fade.
One week, you couldnât stop thinking about him and hoped heâd change his mind, the other, suddenly, you lost awareness of a lot of the feelings you once had and barely even noticed that shift.
Soon youâd be seeing him without any second thought to it. Heâd only be a random guy walking the halls and nothing more.
~
It was P.E. class on a sunny day in the last quarter of your senior year when the confession crossed your mind again.
Everyone was out on the field in their respective groups where you were cheering with the other girls and it just then happened, that a football came flying right at you - or at least right at your group.
In a matter of seconds almost all the girls were screeching and running away just to dodge the ball.
"Can't you be more careful?" someone yelled.
You turned around to see Tommy running after the ball. One of the girls picked it up and tossed it back to him with an annoyed look on her face.
"Sorry, girls,â he laughed and shrugged, âJust couldn't help myself."
Many of the girls started throwing complaints at him to which he only mischievously grinned before he turned away and started running back to the football field. You just stood there and watched him for a couple of more seconds, until you noticed Johnny looking at you. You froze.
You hadnât paid much attention to him at all for the past couple of months, you hadn't even properly looked at him, which made this moment even stranger to you. It was like looking at him for the very first time.
It was you who turned away first. You didn't want to leave a false impression, so you picked up where you left off before you got distracted and pretend as if nothing was bothering you. Which it obviously did.
Later that same week something else happened that was just as small but left you just as baffled.
You were at your locker and took out some books for the first period when you heard "Hello, y/n" distantly behind you.
At first you thought you had imagined or misheard it but as you turned around, you saw Johnny walking by. Perplexed you quickly glanced away and turned your attention back to the locker.
After, you felt bad for not Greeting him back, but should I have? Or would that have been awkward? Was he even talking to me?
Eventually things like that piled up so much in one week, that you couldnât hold it inside anymore and you had to initiate a conversation with the only person who knew about it.
"Well, that is really strange," she said. She was lying on your bed and looking through a magazine. "But I wouldn't read into it too much," she continued, "or he probably would've made an actual move, you know?"
You hated it but she was right.
"I guess so."
"Look, y/n.", she sighed as she tossed the magazine to the side, "I'm really not trying to be harsh here; I mean, you know Johnny! Johnny, the âStrike first, strike whateverâ and all that."
She made excessive gestures which amused you, but the rest hurt.
He didn't play games, he did things head on, was what she said next, which unfortunately made sense to you.
"But who knows," she smiled, "maybe he finally realized how great you are."
~
As the last of your high school days went by, you accepted the fact that you should leave this whole thing behind you.
You packed your bag after the last period and left the classroom. The hallways were almost empty, except for a small group of freshmen - and Johnny.
What a rare sight, you thought. Whereâs his karate gang?
He stood just outside the classroom. When you started heading towards the exit, he turned his head and looked at you. His glare was neutral at first but then he smiled.
âHow are you?â, he asked loudly, and you stopped.
Even though it surprised you, your answer came immediately.
âGood,â you smiled. âHow about you?â
âYeah, me, too.â, he said lower this time as he walked up to you.
He was still smiling but it was silent for a moment. You didnât know what to expect next but then he said, âLet me drive you home,â and suddenly you felt your heart flutter.
âOh, ah ⌠sure.â, you replied.
âAwesome.â, he said and started walking. You caught up to him and asked him what all this was about.
âI owe you one.â, was his simple answer. You really didnât expect that.
âWhy?â, you asked.
âDonât you remember?â
âRemember what?â You were visibly confused by all of this.
âDonât act like an airhead, y/n.â
The way he spoke to you startled you. But you could tell he wasnât trying to be mean. He felt just as charged up as you did.
âOf course, I remember thatâ you snarled sarcastically, âbut what about it?â
The two of you left the building walking closely next to each other.
He sighed and eventually admitted, âI didnât think I could ever fall for another girl like that.â
Did he really mean it?
âBut we donât know each other too well.â, you sneered, and a wide grin formed on your lips.
He seemed amused and when he looked at you, he laughed. But then he went silent. It looked like he was thinking about something, so you didnât say anything either. Instead you focused on getting to the car.
When you arrived, he opened the door for you and you sat on the lethered seat. You felt a rush of heat that heated up both your cheeks and the rest of your body. The feelings you were having were unmatched by anything you had ever experienced before. No one ever made you feel the way Johnny did.
âI thought a lot about you and about what you said.â, he eventually confessed. âThat was some bold stuff you pulled there; you know that?â
He sat down on the drivers seat while your cheeks heated up even more.
âI guess.â, you replied.
âThat was rad, y/n, I respect you a lot for that.â
The car engine started, and he pulled out of the parking space. As you were driving, you continued talking about the day of the confession. He told you about his point of view and you told him about yours.
You noticed that he talked a lot and very expressively but also that he attentively listened. Beside that you noticed many other new things about him, which made you like him even more. He made you smile and laugh more than anyone else ever did.
It only took you one ride to immediately click and after that it became a habit for you to drive together. At first only to school and back but it didnât take long until you started driving everywhere together, in the car or even on his motorcycle. It all lasted a lifetime.
#johnny lawrence#johnny lawrence x reader#johnny lawrence imagine#johnny x reader#cobra kai#cobra kai imagine#cobra kai x reader#the karate kid#karate kid#karate kid imagine#the karate kid imagine#imagine#daniel larusso#daniel larusso x reader#daniel larusso imagine
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A Mother for Two
Welcome to the continuation! As always, time to dedicate these chapters! Hope you all enjoy, especially @applepie1000
@petrichormeraki I will fist fight you lmaooo /j
Part 3
Part 4 [CURRENT]
Part 5
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âYou two sure you have everything you need?â
âWeâre sure, Xisuma, jeez. Itâs not like weâre leaving for good, weâll be back by tonight.â
Grian snickered as Tommy was swiftly swatted on the backside of his head by Xisuma. Huffing, the boy griped as the group walked over to the portal leading to the Hub. As Xisuma gave the two another look over, Grian finally spoke up.
âTommy and I will be just fine. Weâll just set up the fliers, get supplies, get our asses back here. Done, easy work.â
âYeah, easy work!â
âNothing is easy work when the two of you are together for too long. Just donât cause too much trouble, nothing more than usual.â
After bidding farewell to Xisuma, the two boys walked into the portal. Instantly, voices chatting with each other filled the silence. The two stepped out of the portal and into the Hub. Players of all kinds here entering and leaving several portals. As the two made their way through the portal transportation section, Tommy examined all the portals.Â
Hermitcraft
Stampyâs Lovely World
Pixelmon
MCC
HypixelÂ
Cops and Robbers
There were so many portals to so many places. He had only been through the Hub to get to MCC. He was always focused on getting to his destination that he didnât stop to look closely at every other portal around him. Stopping in his tracks, he stared at a ruined portal. It was grand and beautiful, but falling apart. It was cracked and broken, no longer activated. The giant sign above it proudly held itâs name, keeping the world from being forgotten.
SMP EARTH
Grian was walking when he felt something off. Turning around, he noticed that Tommy wasnât following him. Tilting his head and looking around, he saw that Tommy was just standing there, staring. Excusing himself as he pushed passed the crowd, he eventually made his way to his brother. Before he could get onto his brother for immediately separating from him, he saw what his brother was looking at. Making a humming noise, he nudged Tommy before pulling out a large banner. Tommy nodded in understanding, and helped Grian unravel the banner. Working with haste, the two strung up the banner on the inactive portal. Once it was secured, they stood back and admired their work.
GRAND OPENING!!!!Â
HERMITCRAFT PROUDLY PRESENTS:
INNIT AN ADVENTURE?!
We, in Hermitcraft, happily invite you to join us in the opening day of our latest amusement park, Innit an Adventure! Created by our very own TommyInnit, we encourage you to spend the day with us! Come join us as we make unforgettable memories! Keep an eye out for festival week, and join us for a wonderful night of dancing!Â
Are you innit with us?
âLooks great!â
âOf course it does, we made it.â
âYeah yeah, lets just finish the set up.â
Smiling, the two boys set up two podiums underneath the banner. Taking out a good amount of pamphlets and fliers, they neatly set them down on the podiums. Content, the two began to walk away from the portal as people began to stop at the ruin, murmuring in excitement for the adventure park.Â
âThis is going to be a success, I can already tell you that. Good job, baby brother.â
The two laughed as they made their way through the portal Hub. Grian noticed some people he recognized and waved them over, already pulling pamphlets out of his bag. Tommy laughed as he looked around, fliers in hand, searching for anyone who was willing to get one. Thatâs when he saw it. Gulping, he quietly walked up to a neon green portal.Â
DREAM SMP
Reading the sign attached to the portal, Tommy saw that only whitelisted people could enter. He was whitelisted. He could walk in, right now, and possibly lose his final life tied to the world. Shaking his head, he snapped himself out of his thoughts and scoffed at them. He liked it in Hermitcraft, he didnât want to leave it for a terrible past. He didnât have to worry about permanently dying in Hermitcraft. He didnât have to worry about losing his shit or having said shit used against him.Â
âAlthough...â
As Tommy mumbled to himself, he eventually came to a final decision. Nodding to himself, he crumbled a couple fliers and chucked them into the portal, sending them to the SMP. It was common knowledge that, even though people couldnât enter, they could send items. With the fliers crumbled up, it would appear as if random passerbyâs just threw trash in, making it easy for Tommy to deny inviting them.
Tommy knew that he didnât want to go back to his past, that much was crystal clear. But what was stopping his past from going to him? If they missed him as if and wanted to see him again, they would need to make the effort. Humming with approval, he walked over to Grian, who was finishing talking to his acquaintances.Â
âHey, big man, maybe we should send some of the fliers and pamphlets into the portals.â
Grian thought for a bit, before nodding in agreement. Taking half of Tommyâs fliers, Grian gave him half of his pamphlets. Nudging towards the main server, he explained his plan.
âIâll handle the portals and the travelers, okay? You go out and hang up banners and set up more podiums. Meet me at Feast Street for lunch, okay?â
âOkay, okay, calm down. I can do this, Iâm not useless.â
âFar from it. See you later, Toms, love you.â
Tommy stood in silence, watching his brother walk away. His brotherâs proclamation of love had caught him by surprise. A smile formed on his face as a warm feeling bursted through his chest. Looking around, he found some crates nearby. Standing on them, he inhaled before hollering out.
âGRIAN!â
He saw his brother turn around, confused. He felt his face flush as a couple of strangers faced him as well. Ignoring them, he yelled out in confidence through the crowd.
âLOVE YOU TOO, BIG BROTHER!â
He saw Grian laugh, a big smile painted on his face. The two exchanged waves of goodbyes before turning their separate ways, ignoring the cooing noises from the crowd. Tommy laughed as he situated his satchel. Nodding, he made his way down to the capital city.
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Things were going great for Tommy. Do take note of the use of past tense, just pointing that out there. Now, Tommy was being scolded as if he were a child again. For Netherâs sake, he was 18! Yet, here he was, being scolded for something he didnât do.
âI swear that I didnât do shit!â
âThen why are you being so defensive?â
âBecause youâre accusing me of crap that I didnât even do!â
Apparently, according to the stupid shopkeeper that was currently giving him a hard time, some kids were going around and stealing stuff from the shelves. Due to the stress, the shopkeeper immediately accused Tommy of being apart of that group of kids. She wouldnât let him leave, even after he explained himself. So there he stood, feeling like a helpless child once again.
âIs something the matter?â
Tommy turned to see a petite woman standing behind the shopkeeper, arms crossed. Despite her height, or lack of it, she seemed very intimidating. At least, thatâs what the shopkeeper seemed to believe.
âOh, maâam, my apologies! I was just reprimanding this deli-â
âMy son. Youâre reprimanding my son.â
âSon???â
âSON??? WHAT???â
âWhat is she doing?â
âNEW PARENT POG???â
âHuhhhhhh??????â
âFINALLY OBTAINING A MOTHER, POG???â
âMUMZA???â
âMOTHERINNIT???â
Tommy perked up at this, peering over at the lady once more. The shopkeeper seemed flabbergasted at how blunt the woman was with her. The woman, however, stayed firm with her stance and gaze.Â
âYouâre son, maâam?â
âYes, my son. How many times do I need to repeat myself? I sent him in here to buy some fresh fruit to snack on before lunch, but I now see that was a mistake.â
âW-Wait, no! Maâam, I didnât-â
âWe will find a different shop to go buy fruit at, instead. Do think about things before acting. Here,â
The woman grabbed a flier and a pamphlet from Tommy, handing it to the shopkeeper.
âYou can make things up to both me and my son by telling shoppers about this. Now, we shall take our leave. Come on, dear.â
The woman held her hand out to Tommy, who nodded his head and took it. She led him out of the store and to the street, ignoring the apologies coming from the shopkeeper. Once they were a good distance away, she let go.
âSorry about that, but you seemed stuck with her hounding you like that. I was going to ask for a flier or pamphlet, but figured I should help you instead.â
Tommy blinked a few times before laughing alongside the woman. Chat was laughing alongside them, taking a liking to the mysterious woman who had saved their little pogchamp.
âAh, I should introduce myself. Iâm Kristin, very nice to meet you! Iâm originally from SMP Earth, but I somehow ended up here many years ago.â
âSMP Earth? Holy shit, Iâm from there, too! Iâm Tommy, by the way. Well, my actual name is Thomas, but everyone calls me Tommy. Iâm from Business Bay, but I eventually became the youngest prince of the Antarctic Empire.â
âYoungest prince? Are you Philâs brother?â
âWhat? Nah, he adopted me as his son.â
Tommy was startled as the woman, Kristin, began choking on air. Alarmed, he pat her back as he gave her a water bottle he had on him. After a while, she raised her hand and nodded, indicating that she was okay.
âWow, he has a son. The world is ending, hah.â
âFour, actually. He has four sons.â
âOh my god, Iâm going to have a heart attack.â
Tommy laughed before asking what was on his mind. Judging by the breezy feeling that moved across his starry face, he knew that Clara led this woman to him.
âHow do you know Phil?â
Kristinâs face brightened up as a small blush painted her cheeks.
âEr, how about I tell you about it as we walk?â
âBetter yet, why donât you tell me and my older brother about it over lunch?â
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Grian was not expecting Tommy to come back with an older woman. He didnât mind, however, after hearing how she saved his brother from the shopkeeperâs rage. Laughing, he ruffled the younger boyâs hair.Â
âHaha, you found a mother!â
âWeâre brothers, so wouldnât that make her our mother? Sheesh, dumbass.â
Kristin laughed out loud in the background, holding her stomach and she doubled over. Tommy happily smiled, very glad to have someone appreciate his language. Once they all gave proper introductions and a reason as to why Kristin was with them, they all got food and sad down at one of the outside tables. Â After getting a few decent bites into their meals, Tommy spoke up.
âSo, Â how do you know Phil?â
âAh, yes, that old fart-â
She smiled as both boys snorted at that statement. Taking a bite out her bread roll, she waited for them to settle down before. Nodding her head, she continued.
âItâs true, he is! Anyways, I knew him when I lived back on SMP Earth. I was, well, am the princess of a smaller kingdom back there. Philâs parents had started a small kingdom of their own, the Antarctic Empire. My parents, along with his, arranged for the two of us to be married to one another. I would have usually thrown a fit at an arranged marriage, like I always did when they brought up suitors, but Phil and I actually liked each other, so we agreed. I disappeared before the wedding, however, fell through my mirror and into a hardcore world. Once I made it out of there, I ended up here. Been here ever since.â
Grian started choking out of surprise. Tommy and Kristin both moved quickly to help him, worried. Once he gave them a sign that he was okay, he adjusted himself.
âYouâre Queen Kristin?â
âQueen?â
âYeah. I read it in one of the books in the archive when I was younger. Although you disappeared, you were still married to my dad, and the two kingdoms were merged into one.â
âWhat?â
Kristin stared at Grian, confusion and disbelief painted her face. Suddenly, she groaned and hit her head against the table.Â
âThis explains why some of the things I bought took way too long to finalize! My last name has been Minecraft this entire time!â
Tommy and Grian shared a look of disbelief. This was the only thing she was concerned about? Being married to Phil wasnât troubling or shocking news to her at all! Suddenly, Tommyâs eyes widened as he gasped, pointing at Kristin.Â
âWHAT THE FUCK?! THAT MAKES YOU MY ACTUAL MOTHER.â
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Kristin helped them finish setting up banners and podiums. She also aided them in passing out fliers and pamphlets to passing people. Once they ran out, she walked them over to the Hub. As they stood at the entrance portal to Hermitcraft, Tommy hugged Kristin, who ran her fingers through her head. She may have been new to the whole mother thing, but her caring instincts were enough to comfort the young boy.
âI wish I could come, I really do, but Iâm not on the list. Iâll have to wait until opening day.â
Before Tommy could whine, Grian spoke up.Â
âWhat if we got you on the list? Would you move in, then?â
Kristin laughed as she pat Grianâs shoulder, a smile painting her face.
âOf course! I just found out I had family! You guys arenât getting rid of me that easily. Here, take this. If you guys get me on the list, use this to get to my house.â
Tommy brightened up as he was given a compass labeled Kristin. He nodded as Grian promised.Â
âBye Kristin! See you around!â
âBye Tommy, Grian, Iâll see you two soon.â
The boys watched as she walked away, a pep in her step as disappeared into the crowd. Nodding to each other, Tommy and Grian went home.
#memories in the stars au#memories in the stars#hermit!tommy au#Mumza#Mumza has entered the game#kristin minecraft
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It's Over.
Summary: Spencer is approached by a handsome stranger while crying at Morgan's wedding. Inspired by the song it's over, isn't it?
CW: emotionally Hurt Spencer Reid, ralvez with post Moreid, angst, betrayal, Spencer has a panic attack, Luke is a good guy, they're both nuerodivergent, hurt/comfort, curse words.
To be honest, he never thought he'd be in this situation. He's at Derek Morgan's wedding, currently pushing his way through the crowd. Derek Morgan: The player of all players, getting married to some random girl. At least it felt random to Spencer. They don't even know each other, He thought. She doesn't love him. She can't love him like I do. The way I have been doing for the past 11 years.
The whole night he'd been trying to hold it all in. This whole entire time he's been trying to hold it all in, to not react. But how do you not react to the love of your life throwing everything you two had away? As though it were nothing? Was it nothing to him? Tears pushed out his eyes, He walked even faster. I gotta get out of here.
Yeah, it's safe to say that this is not at all how he expected the night would go.
He quickly scanned the venue for an area that wasn't heavily populated. After a few minutes, he found a quiet, secluded spot.
He descended to the ground. His fingers fumbled when trying to take off his tie. He threw it away from himself in fury, letting every pent up emotion out.
For once in his life he let the sobs rack through his body. For once he let out every fucking tear imaginable and he did not wipe them away. He let the snot drip down to his chin and his lungs feel like there was no air left on earth.
Spencer Reid was full on ugly crying. It would be a first for everyone, including Luke Alvez.
Luke didn't really know what he was doing there. I guess he was just stunned when Peneople Garcia, the person who hates him the most, asked him to be her plus one to this wedding. He couldn't even remember if he's ever actually been to a wedding before. But he was trying to get on her good side so he had said yes.
The whole night was weird for him. The venue was packed with faces he didn't recognize; And at first chance, Penelope ditched him to go talk to the groom.
At least the food was free and the champagne was expensive right? He started to wander when his ears picked up the sound of sobs. He cautiously followed the sound and and a person with shaggy light brown hair with a long torso was revealed to him.
"Are you okay?" The voice of a man breaking Spencer out of thought. God give me a break. How the fuck was he supposed to lie his way out of this? There's no way in hell he can explain why he's having a meltdown at a wedding.
Luke sat next to the crying person, now getting a better look at them. They were wearing a tuxedo, had white skin, and a sharp jawline. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to...interrupt what you were doing? I was just looking for a way out of the commotion. I don't really know anyone here." Luke stumbled through his sentences awkwardly.
How do you get invited to a wedding of a person you don't know? This encounter increasing in its weirdness, Spencer asked who the man was. "I'm Luke Alvez, Penelope's plus one. I work at the bureau like her."
"Oh of course you are." Spencer murmured without thinking. "What's that supposed to mean?" Great. Now Spencer's got this stranger on defense mode. "Nothing. She always knows how to pick the strong, attractive guys that work at the bureau." Luke thought about the compliment. "Like the groom?" He asked.
This made Spencer think too. How well did he actually know Derek? Did he even know Derek at all? "As of my knowledge, they never dated. But nothing would surprise me when it comes to that man." The bitter tone of the person brought Luke back to the problem at hand and away from his questions about the groom.
Luke desperately tried to ease his way out of the awkwardness. But he was Luke Alvez, so he failed miserably. "It's a nice spot you picked. Outside but not near the valet. It's nice to get the breeze through your hair. It's also not super-" A laugh interrupted his description of the site.
Luke joined in with the soft chuckles. "This has been a strange night to say the least." "Yeah no kidding." Luke said with a smile. "I never thought it would be like this." Spencer admitted, looking up to the night sky. "... what'd ya mean by that?" Luke was looking at the other person.
"I was fine, with the women. Who'd just stroll into his life now and again. I was fine, because I knew, that was just a silly game to him. It was just someone to grind with at the club. Someone to go home with, who he had no intention of seeing again. A 'How many women could I take home in one night?' kinda thing."
The person let out a sigh. "I was even fine with her! Because I knew, she'd be like all the others. Either he'd get bored of her in 3 weeks tops or she would be disappointed that he always had to go and then she'd leave. And after, being with him for over a decade, I just." Spencer hugged his knees. "I just never thought I would loose." Spencer brushed the tears out of eyes. The fuck was he doing? Crying in front of a stranger?
"I'm sorry." Spencer laughed. "I'm not one that tends to loose... I'm not accustomed to it." The man gave a look to Spencer that just made him melt. His composure was gone for the second time that night. Spencer started sobbing and this stranger, this person that wasn't even supposed to be at the wedding, was holding him. He was comforting him.
"I'm so sorry." Luke said softly. "Did....did anyone else know?" "No." Spencer barley managed to croak out. "We were on and off the whole time, off when he was seeing someone else. Most of the time a random girl from the club or some ditzy girl he bumped into on the street. Gay marriage wasn't legal yet we didn't want to be terminated. We didn't want our friends to see us differently." Spencer sobbed. "And now they won't see us at all."
Luke rubbed small circles slowly into their back. "I think the worst part is is that I didn't see it coming. The whole time I thought he was genuine. Then one day he walked into the office with a ring on his finger. That's when I knew it was over." The Luke leaned against him, resting his head against Spencer's and holding him close.
"He didn't even tell me! He didn't even address it. He just asked me if I would be a groomsmen as if we never even happened." His mind was telling him to shut the fuck up. You can't admit that you're gay to a stranger! But his heart was utterly smashed. He needed to vent, even if it was just for this one night.
Eventually, Spencer stopped hyperventilating and all he was left with was puffy red eyes.
"Well," Luke started, "From what you just told me, it sounds like this night has been horrible for you." Spencer gave a pathetic nod. Luke smiled at him in return, telling him it was ok. "No one should feel bad at a wedding, even if it's not there's. It's supposed to a celebration right? Or at least fun. Free food, free booze, cake even! Surrounded by people you love and- and music!"
"I don't drink." Spencer said. "Respectable. Tell you what- how about you and me, we get up and we go back ok? At least to get you a water you must be really dehydrated from all the tears. Did you get to try the cake?" Spencer shook his head.
"Oh man it was really something else. Do you like cake? If you like cake you'll think that the cake they got is fantastic. Let's go grab a slice and if you wanna go home then I can drive you home. You've had quite the eventful night you deserve to go home, only if you want to though I won't force you to obviously. I mean, it would be weird if I forced you to do anything I'm a stranger after all. How's that sound?"
Spencer smiled at the man. He's clearly nuerodivergent, Spencer thought. ADHD, was Spencer's guess. This night was already one he never wanted to remember, so it can't get any worse. So he took the hand of the stranger, introduced himself, and they went back to the wedding, arms linked together. Spencer grabbed a water bottle, Luke grabbed them a slice of cake and without saying goodbye, they went home.
By: Mic
#criminal minds#cm#spencer reid#derek morgan#luke alvez#Peneople Garcia#ralvez with past moreid#ralvez#angst#hurt/comfort#mic writes fanfiction#unrequited love
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I don't know how much i can endure this - Yakko
âYakko I donât wanna go,â Dot complained, pulling on her itchy and puffy black dress that was just a little too tight.Â
âWe all have to go, Dot, itâs not up to us,â Yakko sighed, adjusting the bow tying her ears together.Â
âBut this dress itchessss,â she whined, tugging on the sleeves.Â
âYouâre going to stretch it out if you keep that up,â Yakko warned.Â
âWhy do we have to go?â Dot continued with her complaining.
âBecause Grandma said so, and what grandma tells us to do now... we have to,â Yakko glanced at his younger brother who was leaning against the wall and not facing them.Â
âWhy?â Dot asked.
âBecause mom and dad canât help us anymore,â Yakko sighed, taking her hand and walking towards Wakko. Wakko muttered something under his breath.Â
Thankfully, Dot didnât ask âwhyâ again.Â
âYou ready?â Yakko asked Wakko.Â
âYeah,â Wakko said. Yakko rolled his eyes, noticing his brotherâs shirt was buttoned all wrong.Â
âGrandma would kill you if she saw you like this,â Yakko sighed, fixing it. Wakko muttered yet again.Â
âWhat on earth are you muttering about?â Yakko shot him a look.Â
âNothing... nothing,â Wakko looked away. The older prince sighed. He really didnât have the energy for this.Â
Then again, he could hardly say he had the energy for anything anymore. The most sleep he had gotten the past four days was when he got knocked out by the assassins. Other than that, he was unable to sleep, the words of his mom ringing in his head.Â
âLet him go! Itâs me you want, not him!âÂ
He shivered.Â
âLetâs just get going... the sooner itâs over, the better,â Yakko said, offering a hand to Dot and Wakko. Dot took it, but Wakko crossed his arms.Â
They carried on.Â
âReady, you three?â Their grandmother asked, making that the fourth thing she had said to them since the day after the attack.Â
She still hadnât taken off that stupid thick black veil.Â
âAs weâll ever be,â Yakko said, giving Dotâs hand a squeeze.Â
Slowly, the grand doors to the overcast courtyard opened, and Yakkoâs eyes quickly went to the two caskets.Â
âWhoâs in there?â Dot pointed as they went to their spot, which Yakko quickly made her put down.Â
âNot mum and dad,â Wakko mumbled, and Yakko gave him a look as their grandmother went to the podium.Â
âMy people, we are gathered here today to do something no mother should ever have to go through. Today, we honor and mourn the memory of my only child, Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Second, and her husband, Sir William the Good,â She said, her voice cold and numb to the ears.
Yakko felt a wave of anger wash over him. She had no right to speak in that way.Â
She hired the assassins. She wanted them dead and gone. It was all her fault.Â
âIt is with a heavy heart that I am forced to retain my throne until my grandson, Prince Yakko, is of age,â she gestured to him. He didnât know what to do, so he just nodded, trying not to let his rage consume him, allowing the numbness to take over once more.Â
He wasnât sure how much longer he could endure this.
His grandmother continued on with her speech, but Yakko paid it no mind, his eyes stuck on the empty caskets.Â
Wakko was right, his parents werenât in them. Nobody told them why, but Yakko was smart enough to realize that just meant the assassins either burned them, threw them in a river somewhere, or buried them in the middle of the woods somewhere far, far away.Â
In some sense, Yakko was glad the caskets were empty. He wasnât sure if he had it in him to look upon the dead faces of his mother and father, and he was much more sure that seeing that wouldnât be good for Wakko or Dot.Â
âHeavy is the head that wears the crown, and heavier is the heart of one who has lost a child,â he heard her say.
Yakko growled, but controlled himself, burying the anger deep within himself.
Eventually, she was done, and other, more boring people spoke. There was a song and Yakko really wanted nothing more in the world than for this to end so he could go back into his room and be alone for just a moment, not standing in front of thousands feeling empty and hollow and numb.Â
The queen chose to stand on the opposite side of the podium than the trio of children. She had been distant ever since the attack. Yakko suspected that was likely to change very soon, but for now he was grateful. The last thing he wanted to deal with was her complaining that Dot was crying too loud.Â
Poor Dot... she was still too young to really understand what death was, no matter how Yakko tried to explain. All she knew was that they were gone, and they werenât coming back. At first she thought it was because they abandoned them, but Yakko was quick to explain theyâd never do that to them. After that though, she started looking around corners for them, expecting them to be there any minute...
Every night, Dot would wake up and start crying for them, but they never came. Instead, Yakko could come in and take Dot to his and Wakkoâs room, and heâd cuddle with her until she fell back asleep.Â
It helped him with his nightmares too.Â
âYakko, weâre going, itâs over,â Wakko said, snapping his older brother back into reality.Â
âRight, yes,â Yakko shook his head, taking Dotâs hand again, and they all went to the great hall for refreshments, though Yakko hardly had the appetite.Â
However, Wakko did have the appetite, so he stayed anyway, though he was unfortunately placed right next to his grandmother, looking evermore cold and blank behind that veil. He could hardly make out where her eyes were, until she looked at him, then he looked away.Â
âItâs rude to stare at a woman in mourning,â She said.Â
âMourning my ass,â Yakko thought. He was so done pretending to care about her.
âSorry,â he said instead. Knowing the new lengths she was willing to go to to get rid of people and things she didnât like reminded him to keep his mouth shut.Â
âThat brother of yours is causing a racket. Fix it,â She waved her hand at him, and Yakko looked for Wakko and whatever racket he was supposedly causing, but all he was him and a few other random boys lauhging and playing a game in the corner. Yakko frowned.Â
âI donât see what the matter is?â He scratched his head.Â
âThis is a funeral, boy, you arenât supposed to be playing games,â She seethed, and Yakko left without a word, sensing her anger.Â
âWakko, câmon,â Yakko went to his brother.Â
âWhat? Iâm in the middle of a-â
âNow.â Yakko snapped, stepping out into the hall. Wakko quickly followed.Â
âWhat did I do this time?â Wakko asked as the door closed behind him.Â
âThis is a funeral, Wakko, you canât be playing games with strangers,â Yakko pointed out. âOr did you forget why weâre wearing these black uncomfortable outfits?â
âI didnât forget,â Wakko rolled his eyes.Â
âOh yeah? Because it really seems like you have,â Yakko stepped forward angrily. Wakko blinked, not understanding where this anger was coming from.Â
âW-well... itâs not my fault it doesnât actually feel like a funeral. I-i mean seriously Yakko, they didnât even find their bodies,â Wakko crossed his arms.Â
âWakko... theyâre dead whether you like it or not,â Yakko said, feeling a lump in his throat.Â
âNo,â Wakko shook his head. âI donât believe it. If they were dead, theyâdâve been in those boxes.â
âWakko, i know i-it hurts, but-â
âbut no! They arenât dead! Th-they canât be dead b-because if they were-â Wakko paused from his shouting.Â
âI-if they were...â
âItâd be my fault...â
Yakko blinked. âWh-what?â
âI-it was my idea to run i-in the garden a-and I ran through the flower b-bed and I tracked in the mud, a-and she took me to the tower a-and Dad broke me out a-and grandma g-got mad at mum a-and th-then everything was b-bad a-and n-now theyâre gone,â Wakko shouted, a waterfall of tears streaming down his face.Â
âWakko, that isnât true,â Yakko was mortified.Â
âIf theyâre dead itâs my fault, itâs true,â Wakko didnât listen, shaking his head and closing his eyes tightly, putting his hands on his head. Yakko quickly hugged him.Â
âItâs not your fault Wakko,â He stroked his head.Â
âItâs my fault- Iâm such a screw up,â he continued to cry.Â
âWakko, you are not a screw up and you are not an idiot,â Yakko adamantly denied.Â
âTh-then why are they gone?â Wakko looked up at him, tears still pouring. Yakko bit his lip.Â
He could tell them. He knew why, he had seen the letter.Â
But that would make them angry, and anger would cause them to lash out at the queen, which could get them hurt or far, far worse.Â
âBecause evil people decided to hurt them,â Yakko sighed. âIâm sorry, thereâs nothign more to it than that.â
âIâll kill them,â Wakko sniffled and buried his head in Yakkoâs shirt.Â
âI know Wakko, I know,â Yakko patted his head. For a long moment, the warner brothers remained in their embrace.Â
âS-so... theyâre really... dead?â Wakko glanced up.Â
âY-yeah... theyâre really dead, Wakko.â He paused, before adding, âIâm so sorry.â
Wakko sniffled. âYou donât need to be sorry, itâs not your fault either.â
Yakko hesitated at that. It made sense, of course, but.. he sighed.
âWorrying yourself to death isnât going to do any of us any good.â His motherâs voice reminded.Â
âYeah... youâre right,â He sighed. âThereâs no point in guilt anyway. Weâll just... have to move on.â
â...I miss them,â Wakko whispered.Â
âI miss them too Wak, but theyâre gone, and thereâs nothing we can do expect move on, okay?â
Wakko slowly nodded.Â
âOkay...â
.o0o.
âWeâre almost there, I promise.â
THey had traveled for goodness knew how long, ignoring the stings, the rips, the sprains that burned throughout their bodies as they trudged through the snow.Â
Of all of the years for it to snow early, did it have to be this one?
Well, then again, the snow had been their savior, the ice caused their carriage to overturn.Â
That didnât mean they werenât injured in their escape, one was barely holding on as it was.Â
âWeâre almost there.â the stronger of the two repeated.Â
âI-i canât. It hurts too much,â they nearly collapsed into the snow, had it not been for the other catching them.Â
âJust a little bit further, please,â The stronger pleaded. The weaker shook their head.Â
âIâm not leaving you here.âÂ
âThey need you.â
âYou donât think they need you too?âÂ
A pause.Â
âIâll carry you.â
âY-you canât-â
âI can and I will-â
âYour arm-â
âI donât care,â The stronger made their decision. They braced themselves, and with tremendous effort, picked up their dying partner, and continued trudging through the snow.Â
Slowly but surely a small town swelled on the horizon.Â
They had made it.Â
They carried on as fast as they could manage, ignoring the flairing pain shooting through their entire body when finally, they arrived.Â
With their free hand they pounded on the door. Shuffling noises came from behind, and eventually, a familiar curvy blonde woman answered the door.Â
âDr Scratchnsniffâs Office, how can I- William?! Princess? What on earth are you two doing in Acme Falls? What happened?â
âWeâve had one hell of a week.â William responded, before collasping onto his knees, and passing out.
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#my fics#animaniacs#angelina 1 lives au#yakko wakko and dot#wakko warner#yakko warner#dot warner#tw injuries#queen angelina i#queen angelina ii#william warner#tw funeral#angst
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Yugioh Season Zero: The Yo-Yo Crimes of Jounouchi Pt 1
Itâs been a while since I visited the many times Yugi should have gone to jail, AKA season Zero, and Iâm excited to visit it again.
If you just got here, this is Season Zero, which is very different vibe and a different direction plotwise than the other seasons and you can read the season zero recaps from the start in chrono order here: https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yuugi%20muto/chrono
So be warned, this is a 90â˛s anime, and it will do 90â˛s anime things, and I expect yâall reading this arenât like 12.
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Like I said in an earlier post, I wrote this out fully when I was going through the symptoms from my second dose--which PS, is worth it--but those symptoms knocked me out for 10 days. I was kind of a space cadet, and yo, I made some mistakes. Including writing this post out in full and then not clicking âsaveâ on this post and then not realizing I had done that until several days later.
So long story short, I donât remember what I originally wrote here, but lets all assume it was weird, and didnât make sense and wasnât funny. Weâll just assume this was for the best that it was deleted forever.
So this episode is about 2 things: Yo-yos and Jounouchi. Both get used as a tool for violence, and both need to get just a little bit cursed by Yugi to scale it the hell back. So, understandably, we start off this episode with Jounouchi, who has eagerly identified with this off brand yo-yo he apparently got out of a dumpster for being just a huge ass defect.
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(more Yo-Yo crimes under the cut)
I see you dodging copyright infringement, Yugioh. Eireboy.
Also whenever I read âEireboyâ I do it in my mind in the same pacing and vocal tones that Pegasus uses to say âKaiba boy.â Something about itâs conjunction to Yugioh, I see anything with âboyâ at the end of it, and itâs voiced by a weird guy with one eye.
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So I wrote these caps under the influence of my second dose, just assuming yâall understand the life I lived, but I realized writing this episode...traveling bands of yo-yo performers that go to your school and shill yo-yos with yo-yo shows in the hopes that it will get you so obsessed with yo-yos that you will not join a gang and do drugs and have sex may be just an American thing.
So when I saw a yo-yo episode I was like âTight! Clearly, the yo-yo clowns have come to town!â and I assumed everyone in this class would be draped in yo-yos, because I just assumed that at some point at School you will get MAD OBSESSED with yo-yos for about 2 weeks.
But in this episode, everyone was like âJounouchi, why are you playing with a random yo-yo?â and it didnât occur to me until typing this out just now: only Jounouchi is doing this. He did this unprompted, without the encouragement of a bunch of middle aged performers doing tricks to techno music.
So instead, I have to think of Jounouchi as Ralphie in this scenario, and he just got a official Red Ryder, carbine action, 200-shot, range model air rifle, with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time for Christmas, but heâs gonna shoot his eye out.
Because yo-yos in this episode are basically guns.
...Kind of like a duel deck was also just a gun...
...or the wands in Harry Potter...
...which honestly...Iâve probably said this before but where Iâm from, we just use straight up guns in these elaborate analogies because we freakin have to make the point crystal clear. The moment Ralphie finally got his hands on a bb-gun, he very nearly shot his eye out and broke his glasses. And that scene will haunt me until my dying day...
...but fine, we can use yo-yos, I guess it works, although to me, yo-yoâs are just teachers hoping youâll become such a dork that no gang will accept you (and then in this universe, it does the opposite? So freakin weird).
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The beginning of this episode is Jounouchi trying do his best to impress with his skills, but in actuality, getting very close to clubbing Anzu with a yo-yo. And, while Anzu is the strongest person in Yugioh in the later seasons, I feel like Season Zero Anzu is another level. Itâs a serious tempt of fate that Jounouchi is doing, so Honda wisely cuts him off from doing any more of that so she wonât end up strangling yet another person in broad daylight in the middle of school.
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Remember your yo-yo safety, children.
Straight up, Hondaâs version of yo-yo safety is to just Never Use a Yo-Yo and thatâs the most gun safety thing ever that theyâve slipped into this Yugioh Episode. I almost expected Yuugi to pull a âwell, actually, I use a hunting yo-yo to get enough venison to feed my family.â But youknow, he lives in a city, so while Yugioh is pretty weird and Yuugi has to worry about a lot of things--he doesnât have to worry about that.
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This is actually foreshadowing, which I only realized in hind sight, mostly because I just canât associate a Yo-yo with crime. Joey knowing how to use a yo-yo was foreshadowing that he was absolutely part of this gang in a past life.
Yeah that one went completely over my head the first time and the second time and it really wasnât until just now that I finally caught it. Hoo boy, sometimes I wonder why yâall let me analyze this show.
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Jounouchi decides to confront the yo-yo bandits and everyone else is like âSilly Jounouchi, heâs not gonna do that. That would be stupid.â And...in S0, they donât know him well enough yet to know that he really is that much of a well meaning dumbass.
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I think a S1-5 Yugi would have been sprinting out the door to keep Joey from killing himself (again), but Season Zero Yuugi had hope that Jounouchi would just naturally tucker out and fall asleep or something.
And he was so wrong.
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Anzuâs âNew Tricksâ line was from the dub itself and man thatâs a good line. I love Anzuâs sass in Zero.
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So, Honda decides to help them find Jounouchi so all of them together could give Jounouchi an intervention for skipping school. This is the same Honda that once skipped school to babysit a tomagachi and said it was because of âMaternity leave,â but donât worry about the hypocrisy, because from this episode we learned that Jounouchi needs a very short leash.
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So this episode is a great Jounouchi episode to explain stuff that still hasnât been explained in 5 seasons of Yugioh. In S1-5, we donât get much about his home life other than his Mom left and his Sister lives far away and is like sickly as hell. We know nothing else. But this is the episode where we finally get to find out why Yuugi and his Grandfather decided to basically adopt him from S1 onward.
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Yugioh is tackling some pretty heavy territory, but I respect the show for not trying to magically change Jounouchiâs parents like they did to Dartz. Instead, the crew decide to reach out and try to find their friend who clearly didnât go home last night (and wonât be going back for a while), by checking every alleyway in Domino.
Fun fact Yuugi drops this episode, Domino is one of the biggest cities on Earth. This makes the Battle City Tournament even more crazy when you realize Kaiba shut down several blocks but, it also makes a tiny bit more sense how we have so many Millennium items in one place. (Yet...it still doesnât explain Bakura and Joeyâs accent.) And, I guess if your city is just extra large, you get an extra large warehouse district, too.
Speaking of, they eventually find Jounouchi at his new (but also old) crime antics mugging some random stranger next to this Game store that I just realized was cropped so it looks like it says âGANG.â
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Say hello to our crime clown. Heâs sort of like a discount joker, and that beanie is...man it is green.
I forget this green exists sometimes, but Season Zero has it as one of their prime colors. Good olâ Retro Kaiba green.
Iâm a little tempted to swatch Season Zero a bit and figure out their full color scheme--itâs really saturated, which is interesting when you compare it to the later seasons which are a lot more muted since...the 00â˛s were like that, they greyed a lot of colors out. But Iâll do it later if I do, maybe another post for another day.
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Jounouchi and Honda, before they moved to the school with Yuugi in it, used to go to the same school and up until now I just assumed they were close friends. But apparently they were a lot more distant than that. Iâm sure they met up several times as Jounouchi destroyed stuff and Honda came along in his volunteer janitor outfit to put the stuff the hell back, and maybe thatâs how they got to know eachother better?
But basically, Jounouchi was the freakin worst, and Jounouchiâs best friend was Hirotani--this 45 year old 15 year old with the blue pony and turquoise fade--and Honda has SO MUCH hot goss to say about it.
I really get the gist that Honda may not have liked anyone else at his old school, like at all. Like maybe Honda likes cleaning up trash so much because his school was just trash top to bottom.
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As is tradition, Yuugi got his tar beat in by Hirotani. Another concussion to add to his list of issues to tell his future therapist that lives in that puzzle he wears around his neck.
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I still expect him to do a double cross, but it seems they wanted to keep it a relatable and more realistic fall-out, where Jounouchi has just bounced on them without even a goodbye. He and his Dad had a bad fight, and Jounouchi was like âwell so long to all of this and everyone that has anything to do with it.â
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In later seasons, Joey is the one trying to save other people. Heâs saving his Sister, heâs saving Mai, heâs saving Yugi, but in this season Jounouchiâs friends had to save Jounouchi from himself a few times now.
I like this depth to his character, Iâll be honest. I can understand why S1-5 donât touch on it, and I donât think itâs because they didnât want to have an abusive Dad storyline, because they did that several times over with Seto Kaiba (man the Dad situation in Yugioh is DIRE.) Instead they probably just felt like Season Zero already did it, so why do it again?
Itâs just a shame that it wasnât talked about in the other seasons. Joey makes a lot more sense to me now because we get to see why Jounouchi is so hard set on saving people. S4 Mai Valentine, who ditched everyone and joined a gang? Thatâs basically a Joey move, and that was why Joey Wheeler was all over that.
Really would have added a lot to that particular arc if the show...actually talked about Joeyâs history at all rather than assume I would have watched something that was never released in the States. Instead...it just looked a lot like he had only romantic motivations, which may not have been what they were going for.
Speaking of romantic, check out this sunset. Like the sun is exploding for some reason--just a wild sunset you only see for a still frame before a commercial break.
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As Joey, youknow, takes on an entire rival gang single-handedly.
Hey guys, I lived near a pretty big city most of my life and I have been on a roof...once. Just the one time when I was doing an internship in SF with a painter and we needed to take a reference photo of his painting for a gallery (and it was hella sketch, and we werenât exactly allowed up there). Who are all these people giving teens Roof Access? Itâs so hard to get! Even if you live in an apartment of a tall building, I can count on zero of my fingers the amount of times I was allowed on that roof. But TV shows and movies--they freakin love roof gardens and roof hangouts and roof fights.
Am I missing out?? How did yâall get on the ROOF? I know Iâm on S5 of Yugioh now and I have seen a lot of roof stuff, but like...is this normal for everyone else? I know thereâs schools that have roof sport--thatâs common in the city everywhere--but thatâs like...specialized roofs with 30 ft chainlink fencing and really good supports to your body doesnât fall straight through it when you jump too much. The hell is using their normal ass roof?
This gang should have their legs swinging halfway into the floor below them, is all Iâm saying, if my roof couldnât handle our solar heating, then a normal ass roof cannot support a gang fight.
But it does look really, really cool.
Anyway, Anzu does some offscreen snooping and finds out where the crime hangs out, and suggests that we step right into crime zone and just yank Jounouchi out of there. Which is something you would only do and say if you were Anzu and cannot fear death.
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If it were Jayâs it would be with an âs. Thatâs how you do a plural Jay. But itâs the 90â˛s, so we put a âzâ on the end of everything that should have been an âsâ and thatâs how you get the...
I mean, thank you, dubbers, for not saying âJizzâ but for reals...that be Jizz.
Please donât flag me, Tumblr. (which, PS, I think they turned off the flagbot, Tumblr hasnât flagged me in forever and Iâm so thankful. Mods are asleep, we can talk about anime again)
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So even though Honda decided that he was fed up with Jounouchi and didnât want to save his ass, he decided to give it another go but complete with some new sash. He also did this without telling any of the others, who just kinda spectated him for a little while.
Honestly, if they werenât laughing at him, I wouldnât have known that this sash was any weirder than any of his other sashes. I donât know really know what a school uniform should look like. Itâs a shame, I feel like this series has a lot of jokes and puns probably soaring right over my head.
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A little bit embarrased he was caught being vulnerable, Honda decides to give us a little more context to why he ever decided to give Jounouchi the time of day in the first place.
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They had PE class once, and Honda apparently loves the hell out of PE. Jounouchi ran really fast in a straight line that one time, and that is why heâs trustworthy friend material. He just needs to stop joining gangs, and heâll be solid.
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I have no idea if the fandub put that in there or if that was native to the show, but Miho legit stans Honda/Jounouchi and acts as if sheâs off to write some fanfiction about it. Honestly if she did, it would make her so much more interesting of a character.
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And so, until next time, we shall have to wait and see exactly what Yami Yuugi is going to do with a freakin Yo-yo and Iâm sure itâs all sorts of real effed up. Excited to get there, honestly. A shame it had to happen on the part that isnât dubbed yet, but Iâve done these subbed before, itâll be fine!
#Season Zero#Yuugi Muto#Jounouchi#Honda#Anzu#yo-yo#Jounouchi joins a gang#Gotta go save Jounouchi's ass I guess#Miho#she was here too I guess#Just a great Jounouchi episode for the Jounouchi stans out there
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drunken tattoos
This post discussing Olliâs not visible BC tattoo didnât leave my mind and I just had to write something stupid. So here are Joonas and Olli making a pact to get the BC logo tattooed on their asses.
I am dedicating this dumbassery to @drippinlou and @dream-thieves
(also pls donât get a tattoo while drunk)
Playing in front of more than a hundred people was more exhilarating than Olli could've ever expected. The way they swayed and jumped to their music, sang along to the words and made them feel like the biggest band walking on earth.
It had to be celebrated. Selling that many tickets was a new high in their band life and it was steady but surely going uphill for them. Soon it was no more playing in shady bars and dirty clubs, they could get a bigger stage and invest in equipment.
Olli wanted to ride on that high forever, the beers he had downed helping him to keep him afloat on a cloud of adrenaline, excitement, and blissful joy. The wide smile on his face had been there for the last hour or so, but Olli couldnât stop. Seeing his bandmates in each otherâs arms and screaming to a Britney Spears Remix currently playing in the club would remain as a picture forever saved in his memories.
Joonas hooked arms with him and pressed a cocktail in his hands with the command to drink it up. And who was Olli to refuse such a charming smile on his fellow guitarist.
Not long after -or was it, Olli couldnât tell- the both of them found themselves in the alley outside the club, still swaying to the music that could be heard through the open doors. They passed a few smokers that gave them disapproving stares but Olli couldnât care less. He was having the time of his life.
Passing a corner Joonas suddenly stopped in his tracks, regarding him with wide eyes.
âWhat?â Olli asked, confused. âDonât tell me you have to puke, go somewhere else for that.â Already on the move to march forward, Olli was once again held back by Joonas by a tug on his hand.
âNo, I have an amazing idea.â He told him with shining eyes, the mischief was clear as day, but that was normal with Joonas and didnât worry him.
When nothing else came Olli motioned with his hand to continue, looking at him expectantly. Now he wanted to know. The night was too early to kill off and he was in the mood for an adventure, which was guaranteed to happen with a drunken Joonas in company.
âOh right.â Joonas said as if he had forgotten he was in the middle of explaining. âTattoos!â
âTattoos?â
âYes, tattoos! We always wanted our band logo tattooed, donât you remember?â
âOf course I remember.â Olli defended himself. âIâm not that drunk.â He said and promptly stumbled over his own foot, holding himself up by the wall next to him.
A giggling came from behind, but Olli found it funny enough to join in, already forgetting what reason Joonas had to laugh.
âLetâs do it now.â
Lifting his head, getting dizzy from the abrupt movement, he looked at Joonas, thinking hard about what they were talking about. âHuh?â
âThe tattoo.â Joonas said urgently like it was the most important thing on earth right now. And...it kind of was in Olliâs opinion. Tattoos sounded great. He wanted one.
âNow?â he asked to be sure he understood the plan.
âOf course now. Now is the best time.â
Olli agreed and nodded with his head more forcefully than it was necessary, the world once again hiding behind a blurriness that he was unable to blink away.
âBut we can do one better. Letâs make a pact!â
âA pact?â Olli felt like he was only asking questions this evening, his brain slowed down and unable to process any information Joonas threw his way.
Hitting him square over the chest Joonas grinned at him. âDude, how drunk are you, keep up. A pact between brothers.â
Olli hummed and grabbed Joonas by the shoulders to pull him into a hug, simultaneously tousling his hair. They almost fell over from the force but Joonas was able to keep them upright.
âYouâre the bestest brother.â Olli said and squeezed tighter, Joonas only chuckling into his shoulder, the sound loud in his ear but enough to raise his spirits even higher. The fun that came out of forming a band with his friends and touring together was the greatest thing in his life, enjoying the close bond they had and right now he had the most awesome fun ever.
Joonas weaseled his way out of his grip and jumped on his back instead, giving Olli only seconds to take a hold of his legs but they managed, going forward on wobbly knees and in a zigzag course, only swerving around a lamppost last second and when Joonas pulled his hair in the direction they were headed to.
Picking up from where they left off, Joonas said, âSo, from brother to brother I say letâs put it on our ass.â
Coming to a halt, Olli tried to understand the strings of words and especially the combination of tattoo and ass in one sentence.
âHey, I didnât say you could stop.â Joonas let out and wiggled with his legs till Olli got the memo and started walking again. More or less.
âWhy on our ass?â
âUh...because thatâs funny? And like the greatest idea ever. And funny.â He said as if it was obvious. Which- yeah okay Olli could see behind it. It was pretty funny. Hilarious even. Why didnât they think of it before? Might be the greatest idea Joonas ever had. Or the one they could remember.
âIt is.â
âThen onward my fair steedâ Joonas said and began giggling again when Olli picked up speed and Joonas was swaying on his back like a ship on the high sea. It was a miracle they didnât crash and kept lying in a ditch, waiting to be found by their bandmates in the morning.
Somehow, they managed to find their destination, or more like a random tattoo parlour that was mysteriously open at this hour. But why should they care as long as they would finally get their tattoos.
They wandered inside (Joonas by his side instead of his back), greeting the woman behind the counter who had a boring expression on her face. She raised an eyebrow, eying them from top to bottom but didnât comment on their state.
When asked what she can do for them they simply said ass tattoo. That should cover all information needed.
The woman called for a Sarah and a blonde woman emerged from a room, waving Joonas over who had a flirty smile already on his face. Always ready to play with his charms. Who knows what could come out of this.
Olli eyed the woman, whose name he still didnât know, but followed her willingly into another room, losing sight of Joonas. They would see each other soon enough. With a little extra on their bodies.
He laid down as instructed, his pants off over a chair and his underwear pulled down to bare his butt for everyone to see. Without the alcohol he may have been blushing more over the fact he was showing himself off so freely, but he couldnât see what the woman was doing anyway.
He had given her the flyer of tonight's concert so she had a template for the tattoo, and it wasnât like it was a big one, he would cope.
The first lines of the needle hurt nevertheless and reached his mind even in his drunken state, the alcohol only doing so much to fight back on the pain. After a while though the buzzing only made him tired, having to suppress the urge to close his eyes and just fall asleep.
He contemplated over doing just that when the woman swatted over his cheek not currently sporting a tattoo and that helped him getting awake again. He practically jumped up, refraining from pulling up his underwear as she needed to get over the aftercare stuff but then he was free to go.
He stumbled over the threshold into the colder night air, the alcohol level noticeably lower but not enough to keep his head from spinning. He could hardly make out Joonas leaned against the lamppost across from him, but that stupid hat was indicator enough it was his friend standing there and not some stranger with striking similarity.
Joonas put out his cigarette when Olli came closer. âWell, how was it?â
âNot liking getting my ass spanked but other than that Iâm fine.â
Joonas let out a loud laugh from deep in his chest, probably waking every sleeping person in the street. âSounds like you had a good time. Show me?â
âAre you stupid? Not here. I donât want to get arrested for public nuisance.â Olli said and shoved Joonas away when he made grabby hands towards his belt. He was definitely not getting naked here.
âTease.â Joonas whined disappointed. âOh! But let me show you mine.â
âJoonas, no. I donât wanna see your ass now either. Besides, we got the same motive?â
But Joonas didnât make a move to open his pants, no, he only shoved his hand into his face, making him crosseyed.
Grabbing the hand waving before his eyes, he tried to focus. âJoonas, what? Hey! What is this?â
There was clearly a diamond shaped thing on the back of his hand, that suspiciously looked like their band logo, and then it dawned on him.
âThere is one on your ass too, right? You didnât make me do that alone? Right? Joonas?â
His questions fell on deaf ears though and there was only maniac laughter coming from Joonas, who upon seeing Olliâs eyes darken, got a good headstart and ran away before Olli could grab the hem of his jacket. Cursing, Olli could do nothing than follow Joonas and made sure they didnât lose their way to the hotel and then he could wrestle him down long enough to tattoo that stupid thing on him on his own.
#I wrote his in an hour and didn't edit it#so sorry for mistakes#but I couldn't stop writing and just had to share it with you#blind channel#Olli Matela#Joonas Porko#my fic
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Strangerâs Kiss
Summary: Heartbroken and lost, the neon city streets seemed to guide you to exactly where you needed to be.
Pairing: Bartender!Bucky x y/n
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Language, smut references
Author's Note: Cheeky little oneshot, hope yâall enjoy. Itâs based around lyrics from Strangerâs Kiss by Alex Cameron.
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Don't even bother climbing out of the well That ain't no way to get out of the hell that you're in
Four years.
Youâd given him four years of your life, for what?
For you to walk into your bedroom and find him balls deep in some tramp from his office.
You left without a word, but it felt like something of yours had stayed there, with them. Like theyâd chipped away a piece of you and left it lying there on the carpet.
As you walked aimlessly for hours, the city started to feel like it was dying around you.Â
The night was made of flickering street lights, sirens, broken glass and junkies. You thought about leaving, starting somewhere fresh, but what was the point? You'd have to take your baggage with you wherever you went.
Keeping your head down and your pace swift, you half-listened to the faded whispers of people passing you in the street, but even those were eventually drowned out by the pattering of rain against the sidewalk.Â
Turning into one of the cityâs many dreary backstreets, you saw a solitary neon sign bathing the uneven concrete and murky puddles in a jarring red light.Â
The only place that was open this late, Starkâs Bar.
It was the end of the earth, the rock under which all the sad and lonely insects of the city crawled. Youâd never been inside, never before sunk low enough to warrant a visit, but tonight it seemed to be calling your name.
As soon as you tugged the door open, the heavy scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke hit you like a wall, knocking you backwards. But inside was warm, dry and quiet.Â
Thatâs all you wanted.
Keeping your eyes fixed on the sticky, creaking floor, you trudged towards the bar, taking the first free stool you found. A broad torso planted itself opposite you, blocking out the dim light that streamed from underneath the crooked lampshades.
âDouble scotch.â
âYou sure youâre in the right place?â
The torsoâs low voice came from above your head, but you didnât bother glancing up. You didnât have the energy or the inclination for conversation right now.
âDouble scotch.â
The dim light returned, only interrupted again when a tumbler flecked with hard water stains and half-full of liquor was dropped in front of you.
You stared at that glass for what felt like hours, just thinking.
There was no way you could go home tonight. Youâd struggle to ever set foot in that apartment again, the whole place was scattered with painful reminders of everything youâd lost. Maybe you should call your mom, ask her to pick a few things up for you.
Tomorrow.
Tonight, just find a motel and sob yourself to sleep.Â
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I know you're wondering why you wish you were dead And there's no solace in the fact that it's all in your head
That flickering red light just kept leading you back to where you knew you belonged.
You dropped yourself on the same barstool and waited for the torso to plant itself in front of you again, ordering the same drink as you had for the past however many nights youâd been here. They all seemed to blur into one.
Something different happened this time, though.
The shadow didnât shift. You waited, eyes fixed downwards, but the dim yellow light didnât return.
âAre you alright?â
This was only the second time youâd heard the torso speak, but the voice was much firmer than last time.
âFine.â
âSo youâre depressed and a liar? Not a great combination.â
Your eyes shot up, widening a little as you took in the monolith of a man in front of you. His dark, stained t-shirt was stretched over his thick shoulders, bright pink lips trained into a slight smirk as he kept his gaze fixed on you.
âExcuse me?â
He placed his hands flat on the counter either side of you, bracing himself against the bar and bringing his face down to level with yours. âYou been in here four nights in a row. Ordered a double scotch without even looking at me, sat for a couple hours staring at it and then left without a word. Youâre telling me youâre fine? Whatever.â
'Maybe it's none of your goddamn business, asshole.'
'So drink at home.â
You watched him back away, his sharp blue eyes only breaking from yours when he eventually turned around.
He was right, you definitely werenât fine, but you figured the only thing sadder than drinking in this place was picking up a ten dollar bottle of whiskey from a liquor store and drinking it alone in your motel room.
Besides, it made you feel a little better knowing that you probably werenât the most tragic loser in the place.
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Don't bother flying when we jump off the cliff Make sure it's head first if you don't want to deal with what ifs
When you arrived the next night, a double scotch was waiting on the bar above your usual stool.
You flicked your eyes up to the bartender, who gave you a nod and a knowing smile as you climbed onto your seat, your gaze slowly wandering down the length of his arms. The way they tensed and shifted as he slowly polished a glass was almost mesmerising.
It was only a minute or so before he approached.
âStill fine?â
Maybe it was the crippling loneliness, the bottle of wine youâd had earlier in your motel room or just the fact that he was the only human being whoâd smiled at you all week, but the idea of opening up and spilling all to this perfect stranger really wasnât as unappealing as it shouldâve been.
âBeen better.â
âNo shit.â He reached a bottle of scotch from under the counter and topped up your drink, knowing full well you hadnât so much as touched it yet. âI always thought we should rename this place Rock Bottom.â
A faint laugh escaped your lips. âFunnily enough, that doesnât make me feel much better.â
âMaybe not.â He edged your drink a little closer to you. âBut this will.â
The golden liquid rippled around the glass as you plucked it from the bar, squeezing your eyes shut and necking it down in one.
His smile widened into an astonished grin, making your face begin to heat up and your chest tighten slightly.
âBucky.â Â
âY/n.â You felt the corners of your mouth curl up slightly, a movement theyâd almost forgotten.
âNice smile, y/n.â
Your gaze stayed on him as he went back to work, serving all the other hopeless nonentities propping themselves up on the bar. It only wavered when you felt your phone vibrate against your thigh.
It was him, your ex, asking if you could talk. He wanted to work things out.
Five days since itâd happened and this was the first time heâd tried to get in touch.
This fucking asshole had banged some random bitch in your bed, made you to live out of a duffle bag in a sleazy motel for almost a week and then expected you to come crawling back as soon as he whistled?
Fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing.Â
He knew youâd be low and vulnerable. He knew youâd be tempted. He knew that, even now, you were still wrapped around his little finger.
And it hurts, and it hurts But I don't wanna talk about it
A rogue tear escaped from the corner of your eye, rolling halfway down your cheek before being quickly and firmly wiped away, its brief presence going unnoticed by most of the other figures scattered around the bar.
Most, not all.Â
âHey, you see that dude over there?â
Bucky folded his arms on top of the bar so he was eye level with you, gesturing his head slightly towards a white-haired man in a three piece suit, sitting alone at a table in the corner behind two empty martini glasses.
You had no idea where this was going, but you were pretty glad for the distraction. âMhmm.â
âUsed to be a millionaire. Invested all his money in CDs in â98 and lost it all when Steve Jobs invented the iPod. He was married to Claudia Schiffer for a couple months but she left him when he couldnât afford to pay for her nose job.â
A single, full-throated guffaw escaped your lips, making you clamp your hand over your mouth before slowly lowering it and muttering. âThat is absolute bullshit.â
âYou got me.â He leaned in a little. âFun though, right? You try.â
You bit your lip slightly, gazing at him for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding and beginning to scan the room. This place was so full of eccentrics and weirdos, it was difficult to choose just one.
'Alright. Woman over there.â
Bucky twisted slightly to look at a very broad, stern-looking woman sitting at the bar, wisps of dyed red hair clinging to the moisture on her forehead. âGo on.â
âShe used to work security for Bryan Adams. The two of them were best friends, but he fired her after she got hammered and told him that she was in love with him. She canât listen to Summer of â69 without sobbing, he broke her heart.â
His eyes darted back to you. âAnd how did she feel about that?â
Your gaze was fixed on your subject but it felt more like you were looking straight through her, your mind wandering somewhere else entirely, words falling into your mouth spilling out involuntarily.
âLike someone shoved their hand into her chest, grabbed a handful of anything they could feel and just ripped it out. Like all the sensations in her body had been permanently replaced with waves of fear and dread that got better and worse at seemingly random intervals. Like the last four years of her life meant nothing to-â
You stopped suddenly, eyes shooting back towards him as you realised what you'd said. He stood up straight, triumphantly folding his arms across his broad chest, smirking down at you.
âBingo.â
'Oh what do you think you are, a fucking shrink?'
'In this job, gotta be.'
'Cause in my dreams, I miss you Then I wake up to reality's bliss
For the first time, you decided to hang around at the bar until it closed. You werenât sure why, you had no idea what you were hoping would happen, but every minute that passed made your motel room seem less and less appealing.
Bucky called last orders, and minutes later the few remaining dispossessed wandered out into the red-bathed side street.
You hoisted yourself onto your feet, turning to leave but stopping dead when a full bottle of whiskey was firmly planted on the bar in front of you, a very smug-looking barman smirking at you from behind it.
The two of you sequestered yourselves to a snug, dimly lit corner and began sharing the liquor straight from the bottle.
As you stared blankly out the front window, you could feel his eyes roaming over you, a sensation you were enjoying far more than you were letting on. Being this close, you could pick up his faint scent of old spice and cigarettes, you could hear his deep, slow breathing and feel his muscular thigh pressed up against yours.
âHe messed you up pretty good, huh?â You nodded faintly, keeping your gaze fixed forward. âWanna talk about it?â
âNothing to say, really. After four years I caught him fucking someone else. It is what it is.â
He scoffed, taking a long swig before holding the bottle out to you. âWhat a fucking asshole.â
âMhmm.â
âIf it helps, my last girlfriend stole my TV to buy weed.â
You almost choked on a mouthful of liquor, just about managing to swallow it as you choked back fits of laughter. âThat does help, actually.â
âThought it might.â He reached over and gently pried the bottle from your hand, placing it on the table and shifting himself to face you. âSeems like weâre both shit outta luck.â
âYouâre not wrong there.â
As you slowly turned towards him, the wild look in his eyes made the hard thumping in your chest quicken, your lungs tightening slightly as you rapidly pulled in shallow breaths. You to adjusted yourself as his arm slid over the back of your seat.
Letting your eyelids flutter closed, you focused on the gentle stroking of his fingertips over your shoulder, the feeling of his warm breath brushing over your lips as he leant towards you, the soft pressure of the side of his nose against yours and the muffled bump as your foreheads connected.Â
Everything else melted from your mind, all the stress and misery of the last few days briefly disappearing in the distance as you just let yourself live in this moment.Â
His hand moved up to cradle the side of your face, drawing it towards his and finally closing the gap between you.
Now all I ever wanted and all I ever needed is right here In the stranger's kiss.
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Chapter 1 - intentions, a Tom Holland series
The name of the series is super random, don't mind me. No warnings. Reader is a postgraduate student at NYU, made a docuseries on her research and the show got picked up by Netflix. She goes on press tour and meets Tom on a âchat showâ. This could be an amazing few days or more? Itâs been interesting writing how theyâll deal with distance and tight schedules once âhoneymoonâ is over...
(y/f/n) = your first name
(y/l/n) = your last name
(y/n) = your name, complete or not
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Chapter 1 - A new city
Chapter 2 - Show time
Chapter 3 - Unexpected texts
Your docu-series was doing better than anybody expected, well, anybody but you, it was a project that you really believed in. You sold the first season to Netflix with its 10 episodes shot all in NYC and they premiered with almost no press or promotion. But still, the wholesome moments and captivating stories had already become viral and people were so impressed by you. The text was amazing, and your improvisation and good mood lifted the spirit of the whole thing, making it the new feel-good show everybody was binging and talking about.
Better late than never, Netflix decided to promote the show and so they sent you to give interviews and go on talk shows. You still didnât have an agent, something that you were in desperate need of, because your phone was blowing up all the time with offers for publicity deals, new interviews, and even some job offers. You couldnât think about that now, you had to focus on making this âpress tourâ the best possible so, in the next meeting with the Netflix executives, you could close at least two more seasons for your show (and maybe score some other deal for yourself). With all this, you still had to worry about grad school (you still had at least one more year ahead of you until you get your PhD, if you managed to get time to write the dissertation)! Youâd have lost your mind for sure, if it wasnât for your producer and partner in business, David. He was helping you schedule everything and organizing talking points for the promotion tour, but ultimately you were the face of the operation. Fair is fair, thatâs why you got to find an agent ASAP.
Currently, you and David were in London for the last bit of the trip, after tomorrow, you guys were going back home to NYC. One thing at a time, you thought to yourself while he talked on the phone with his fiancĂŠ outside of the coffee shop you guys were grabbing a bite at lunchtime.
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You looked outside the windows, this was your first time in London and you couldnât stop thinking about how it looked exactly like everything you ever imagined but so much more at the same time. Just like NYC, in that sense. You smiled thinking about maybe shooting a season here someday.
âHey! Did you order something?â David snapped his fingers and to get you out of your trance.
âHuh?â you looked up.
âEarth to (y/n)? I thought you were hungry?â He laughed at you.
âSorry, but common, look at this city! You canât blame me for getting hypnotized.â You answered while he went straight to the counter to order some food and beverages for you guys.
âYeah, it's beautiful. But this weather, how can someone function with this much moisture all around? Is like the air is heavier.â He said sitting back.
âThe air is heavier because of the pollution, probably.â You joked back. You always loved big cities, but that didnât mean youâd close your eyes for their problems, you just had a better tolerance for this kind of stuff. âHowâs Lukas anyway? Everything alright back home?â You asked.
âYeah, everythingâs fine. Heâs just touring wedding venues. He was really happy with the sudden budget increase.â He answered.
âWell, if he waits long enough, his budget might get even bigger. Speaking of which, we got to talk to some layer about that meeting next week. I think weâd be smart to go in there with our terms very well thought about.â You said.
âRight. Iâm looking into it. You worry about finding that agent. One thing is the show, the other is your image. And something tells me the more youâre valued in, the more we can negotiate for the show.â He reasoned while the waitress walked towards the table with two plates.
âOwn! Is so sweet to have a friend looking out for me!â You joked and threw a napkin at him.
âI am! Youâll see that when your huge face it's on Times Square and youâre closing the deal on some penthouse at 5th.â He laughed.
You shook your head and rolled your eyes at him. David was sweet, but he wanted nothing to do with the celebrity part of this project of yours and you knew he said this kind of stuff in a condescending kind of way. He wasnât wrong, but you also couldnât say you didnât enjoy the attention you were getting because of the show. Maybe he didnât felt like that because he had Lukas, but you were more than ok to take a few selfies with strangers and doing some photoshoots here and there. You liked the attention, but as long as you were concerned, penthouses and money deals werenât included in your idea of happiness. Regardless, everything was so new and fun. Thrilling, if you didnât spend too much time thinking about it.
âIs everything ok for later? Is just this one today, right? Then Radio One tomorrow morning?â You asked him before taking a bite of your sandwich.
âYes. Yes. And yes. Mary sent your clothes straight there and someone from the show will make your hair and makeup. I think we should go right after here? Weâll have some time to kill there, but I think we can hang out backstage.â He answered.
âOh, I donât know. I was thinking maybe we could walk around. Get to know the city? Maybe visit-â
âExcuse me?â You were interrupted by two girls, apparently close to your own age.
âHi!â You answered happily, but you could see David recoil in his seat (probably already expecting to be asked to snap the picture).
âYouâre (y/f/n) (y/l/n)? From that Netflix show?â One of them asked the blonde one.
âYeahâŚits (y/l/n), actually, but thatâs fine!â You laughed and tried to be friendly.
âOh! Sorry! We thought the show was so cool and youâre so beautiful!â The other friend said, the one with black roots and blueish tips.
âThatâs sweet! Thank you for telling me! David helped me produce it, did you know?â You pointed to the guy extremely uncomfortable in front of you. You loved messing with him.
âHi.â He said uncomfortably. There was an awkward silence.
âAnyway, would you mind taking a picture with us?â The girl with blue hair asked you.
âSure! No problem!â You answered quickly and got up to pose.
After you guys took some selfies and David took some pictures of the three of you, you insisted he was in the shot too and the girls agreed politely. He wanted to kill you, but you didnât care, you were only messing with him. How often you had the chance anyway?
âThank you so much! Bye!â They said as they left you two to finish your meal.
âIf only every teenage with a phone was this civilized,â David said grumpily.
âYou complain too much. They were sweet! And they liked our show! Thatâs awesome!â You seated back.
âI guess thatâs pretty great.â He smiled at you. But his smile died once he looked at his clock.
âAnyway, finish eating. I donât think weâll have time to even hang around backstage. They told me weâd have to be there at 3â and its already 2â30!â He told you while signaling the waitress for the check.
When you got to the studio, which was in central London luckily and not far from where you guys had lunch, there was a corridor with some doors and your name was in one of them. The Graham Norton Show was super fun and guests sat together on the same couch while being interviewed at the same time. You hadnât even thought about who the other guests would be yet, but you had to put on the outfit that Mary, the Netflix stylist, had prepared for you and get your hair and makeup done.
âHey! Can you find out who the other guests are while I change?â You asked David.
âSure! Iâll be right back!â He answered opening the door and letting a small middle-aged woman inside.
âHi!â She greeted him. âIâm Rosie. Here for makeup and hair.â She announced.
âHi! Iâm (y/n)! Iâll just change real quick, do you have a cape we can put over the outfit so it doesnât get dirty?â You asked already undressing in front of her, David was long gone by now.
âSure, sure. We have to be quick though darling, youâre going on in 30 minutes.â She said opening the little suitcase on the counter under the mirror.
You put the dress on and sat on the chair in front of the mirror.
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âYou can keep it simple, all the way. I get more nervous if the hair and makeup are too pretty, afraid of ruining it with my movements and sweat. Which of course, only makes me move and sweat more!â You laughed, trying to make conversation and relax.
âRelax, youâre already beautiful! We can just make some curls and after Iâm done with your skin, a good eyeliner and pink lips?â She asked. You were glad she was nice and chill about it.
âSounds perfect! Do you know who the other guests are? We were kind of squeezed in today.â You laughed again.
âOh! Yeah! Its -â She started to say but was interrupted but David coming abruptly inside.
âOk! Donât freak out!â He said.
âI already am! Why would you come in like that? What is it?â You asked already freaking very much out.
âIts Tom Hanks. And -â He said.
âWHAT? Are you serious? What the hell man?â You tried to move but Rosie pushed you back on your seat.
âYeah. And Jake Gyllenhaal and Tom Holland. And Stormzy is singing later. Theyâre promoting Spider-man and Hanks is here for the new Toy Story.â He explained.
âIâm dead. Iâm dead. Iâm dead. Iâm going to die.â You mumbled.
âWell, which one it is darling? Iâll just add some more blush anyway.â She laughed at your reaction.
âFuck David, they must really be betting on us. Why else would they put us on the same couch as Tom Hanks and those guys? Super-hero guys!â You reasoned with him.
âI was thinking the same thingâŚâ He started to talk but he noticed your expression.
âHey! Hey, hey, hey! Relax! Youâll be great! Youâll do great! They were really excited to meet you actually! They love the show!â He told you trying to calm you down.
âOh, man! What? Theyâre out there? And they want to meet me? And Iâm in here? Oh boy, they must think Iâm so rude!â You thought out loud.
âNo! No! I told them we were late and you had to get ready. Yes, I chatted with Spider-man and Bumble Boy.â He gloated.
âBumble boy?â You laughed at him but thanked him with your eyes because you knew he was just trying to distract you. There was a knock on the door and a stage assistant pecked inside.
âHi! Is Miss (y/l/n) ready? Weâre starting in 5 minutes.â She said.
âAll ready!â Rosie answered.
âOh lord. Thank you Rosie.â You were freaking out but didnât want to forget to thank her.
âOh! I forgot to mention. Gwyneth Paltrow is here too.â David said before running out of the room.
âWHAT?â You wanted to chase him but were scared to fall from low blood pressure.
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Incorrect Order Chapter 4 (Nessian AU)
A/N: I know I haven't been able to update as fast as you'd want me to but I'll try to fix that. Your comments and feedbacks are very much appreciated. Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!
Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.
Trigger Warnings: None really
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The best way to keep whatever problems one has out of their mind was to do something they liked. That was the only way Cassian kept from spiraling. Since sending the woman to her own house, Cassian had more than a few moments when he wanted to repeatedly slam his head against a wall. Thatâs why he spent most of his time sparring with Azriel. He wonât admit he was simping for that woman in his free time too. Or maybe that was always.
Now, sprawled on a couch in front of the TV, with nothing to do but stare at a blank screen, Cassian led his thoughts to the box he kept all unwanted thoughts locked in. He thought about Tomas, her ex-boyfriend. Funny, he thought. I know her ex's name but not hers.
It took him a little too long the other day to realise they didn't exchange names. Again. He once thought that maybe she was purposely not giving him her name. That maybe, for her, he was just a random stranger who happened to save her life. He snorted. Surely anyone would know the name of the person they saved or was saved byâ stranger or not. He supposed he'll have to make do with pronouns for now.
After she left his home, it took every scrap of self-restraint not to beat this Tomas dude to pulp and let him rot in the same alley he had the misfortune of meeting him in. He may or may not have been the cause for some extra injuries. Cassian appreciated the womanâs attempt at mercy. He, however, didnât trust Tomas at all. He was dubious about just handing him over to the police. Whoâs to know he wonât frame him and the woman for absurd things? Anyway, he left a note in Tomasâs house saying something like âStep out of line, lose your favourite part of anatomy. Name it and have it for your meal.â He made sure he printed so that no one would recognise his writing. Yet, all this didnât calm his nerves one bit. He presumed heâll have to stay on guard for some time now.
Now, back to the girl. He sighed. He didnât dare change the sheets in his guest bedroom. He didnât even let Mor use the room when she came over last weekendâ which he could bet created suspicion. No, that room was only open when he craved her scent. He even realised one of his shirts was missing. He shrugged it off thinking he would've left it somewhere and just couldn't find it. Once she came to his house, he was constantly thinking about her. So much that now he started pinching himself often. It was the only way he could stop thinking about herâ by creating physical pain.
Cassian glanced at the clock on the wall. 2.30 in the afternoon. He walked to the refrigerator and checked his freezer compartment. Huh. No ice-cream. He sighed, grabbed his jacket and keys and headed to the mall to get an ice-cream with a pout. Heâll have to leave for Rhys and Feyreâs first anniversary only around 5.30 to prepare everything. He has enough time to get an ice-cream and probably hang out for some time. Good enough to stop thinking about her. Or so he thought.
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Nesta wasnât sore anymore. Her headache was gone almost a week after the incident. Her nose didnât hurt anymore. Okay, maybe a little bit. It didnât hurt unless she bumped her nose against something. Today, her nose was dully throbbing because she hit her nose against a pillow yesterday. A very, very soft pillow and yet it hurt this much.
The manâs first-aid and medicines were really helpful.
It really wasnât fair that he excelled at basic first aid too. It wasnât fair that he looked so good. With black tattoos swirling over generously muscled arms and shoulder-length dark hair curling at the edges and gloriously tanned skin and hazel eyes with minute flecks of green and brown when taken a closer look at and dimples andâ
A quiet âWho is it?â snapped Nesta out of her moping. She looked up to see Gwyn walking to her.
âWho is what?â she asked, feigning nonchalance. Gwyn's pursed lips and glare conveyed that her act wasn't enough.
âWho are you thinking about?â Gwyn clarified.
âWhat makes you think I'm thinking about someone?â Nesta retorted.
Gwyn sat on the chair next to her and started assisting with classifying the unceremonious heap of books on the table to be kept back in its correct positions on its own rack.
âNesta,â Gwyn sighed, âClotho assigned you this stack almost an hour ago. And you've barely finished a third of the stack. Normally, you'd finish stacks bigger than this in an hour. So there's clearly something.â
âIt wasn't anyone,â Nesta mumbled.
As usual, Gwyn saw through her lie. âYou were twirling your hair,â she said flatly.
Heat inched up her neck. âI was not!â
Gwyn murmured a âuh-huhâ and they lapsed into an easy silence till they were almost over.
Gwyn's eyes lit up as it normally did whenever she got an idea. âIs it him? The guy you came with that day?â
Nesta scowled, âHow do you knowâŚâ she broke off when she realised which 'that day' Gwyn was talking about. Nesta fought back a blush. âNo, no, this isn't about him. We don't know each other. Much. Like, we've seen each other a number of times? That's it. Nothing else.â Cauldron, the first part was a complete lie. But at least the rest are true. Will Gwyn happen to know his name? Maybe I ought to ask her. Or maybe I shouldn't.
She should, she decided. She cleared her throat. âUh, Gwyn? Do you happen to know his name?â
Gwyn frowned and asked, âHe hasn't told you yet?â
Nesta shook her head and answered, âNo, we, uh, forgot. I guess. We haven't really exchanged names.â
Gwyn nodded and smiled. âWell, he isââ
âGwyn!â a voice called. âYou can't expect me to come over to you and beg for you to help me. Help me only if you want to or don't work under me.â
Gwynâs eyes widened. She abruptly stood up and mouthed, âMerrill. I gotta go. Iâm so sorry.â She all but ran to Merrill, the very strict librarian Gwyn was working under.
Nesta sighed and continued her work. There wasnât much left so she was able to finish fast. She picked her things and left the library with a word to Clotho, heading to the mall.
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The best way to keep whatever problems one has out of their mind was to also eat something they liked. So, ice-cream it was. After having his ice-cream, Cassian was aimlessly walking around the mall. Here, not more than a month ago, he met her for the first time. Almost a month ago. He huffed out a breath. The fact that he was pining for her this long blew his mind off. Heâ
âThis is your faultâ not mine. Iâm not taking the blame for this,â he told her. They bumped into each other. Again.
Her lips quirked up. âIt is kind of my fault. But blame thisâ,â she poked his chest, ââ for making my nose hurt again.â
Just like that, his mood sobered. âHow are you?â he asked.
She pointed at the cafe to her left. âCoffee?â
He nodded. Who was he to say no to her?
So they ordered coffee and talked about everything and nothing. He grinned and she laughed. He laughed and she smirked. He wouldnât say he knew her well but heâd never seen her so carefree. Her laugh was like nectar for a starving man. Her eyes bright and welling up with tears from laughing.
âI donât think Iâve laughed this much,â she said.
Cassian put a hand on his heart dramatically and said, âI know, I know. Iâm very funny.â
Her lips kicked up a notch. She straightened as if she just realised something. He was about to ask when she drawled, âSo I just realised that we still havenât exchanged names.â
Oh. Right. Of course. âYeah,â he nodded. âUsually, when people meet, they start with introductions but in our case weâve literally bumped into each other three times and still we donât know each other.â He shook his head and extended his hand. âWell, hello there. Iâmââ
His phone rang in his pocket. Fuck. He was going to kill whoever was calling him now. He was so close to knowing her name. He pulled out his phone to see an incoming call from Azriel. He apologetically looked up at her and said, âIâm sorry. I wish I could choose not to take this call and instead kill this idiot but I canât. Just give me a moment, okay?â
She nodded and he picked up his call.
âWhat do you want?â he hissed.
âItâs 5.30 already, you idiot. Weâve got to get the things ready for the party. Mor already went to get the cake and youâre not even at home. Where on all earth and hell are you?â came Azâs faint voice.
â15 minutes only? Mother above, Iâm coming.â he said.
Azâs âmake it fastâ was the last thing he heard before hanging up. âI wish we could stay here and talk forever,â he said to her, âbut I have something up in a short while and I totally didnât realise time was passing this fast. Iâm so sorry. It was nice talking to you. Really. And I wish we could meet again. Though without the bumping part.â
He grinned when she smiled and said, âBye. Have a nice day.â
âYou too,â he called back. He didnât want to think he imagined the subtle look of disappointment on her face because hell, he was a walking epitome of disappointment right now.
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I loved failed expectations and falling so much! Itâs such a creative idea and Iâd LOVE to read more of it. How reader and zuko get closer, how they turn from strangers to friends to (eventually) lovers (random thought: their first time must be pretty awkward if theyâre still like that by then lmao) and I just love the whole concept. Itâs so cute and lovely! Thatâs why i wanted to ask whether pt 3 is possible or not? p.s. happy belated birthday to you! <3
Omg thank you SO much for requesting a part 3! I never thought people would even like part 1 that much đĽşđ I won't be writing anything about their first time or anything like that because I'm not comfortable with it. Iâm pretty sure this will be the last part in this little series, so thank you to anyone who liked/commented/shared and enjoyed the previous two parts, it means a lot! Also this one is a bit long hehe, hope you like it!
(also, thank you for the birthday wishes even though I'm answering this long after my bday)
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Confessed Feelings (Zuko x Fem!Reader)
Warnings: slight mension of smut, but nothing too serious.
Genre: Fluff.
Fandom: Avatar, The Last Airbender.
Summary: Zuko and reader fall in love with each other.
Word Count: 2904
part 1 | part 2
He realized he was falling in love with you, and suddenly, all the increased heartbeats and the nerves he felt whenever he was near you started to make sense. He knew you were already married, but he still feared you wouldn't feel the same way as he did, so he didn't say anything for a while.
What he didn't know, though, was that you were starting to have feelings for him. When you saw what he had been planning for your birthday, you realized that maybe a happy future with him was more possible than you'd initially thought. Your family stayed for a few days, and it was really nice to spend some time together.
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Both of you stayed silent about your feelings for each other for a while. Sometimes you suspected he didn't feel the same way, but whenever you were alone and he made you laugh, or told you stories about his childhood, you thought that maybe he could like you too.
Your picnics near the turtle duck pond were a usual thing already, you went there at least once a week. But there was one day when he went to your room to tell you that he wouldn't be able to spend some time with you. You could tell how sorry he was, so you looked at him with a warm smile on your face and told him that everything was okay, that you understood.
That week was a tough one, and in the time you'd been there you got to know Zuko quite a bit, and you knew that he was always too hard on himself, you a few days later you decided to visit him.
"Hey, Zuko," you said as soon as the guards opened the door.
"(Y/N), hi! What are you doing here?" He wasn't expecting and was even a bit surprised when he saw you there, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't happy about seeing you.
"I guess I just missed spending time with you," you began saying. "And I figured you would be a little stressed after spending so much time here by yourself."
"Well, I miss spending time with you too, (Y/N)," you couldn't help but smile at his words. "And you're right, I have been busy with some Fire Lord stuff."
"I can leave if you want to, I don't want to bother you," you said.
"No, no, stay. You could never be a bother, (Y/N)," he extended one arm, inviting you to sit in the chair in front of him. "I could use a break," he mumbled loud enough for you to hear him. You sat on the chair and leaned on his desk with your elbows, resting your face on your hands.
"You're worried about something, aren't you?" You knew he was, you could tell just by looking at him, and he knew just by looking at you that there was no point in lying about it. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me."
He turned his gaze to one side, staying in silence for a moment. He then let out a sigh and opened his mouth to talk.
"I knew being the Fire Lord would be difficult," he started saying. "But sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for this," he admitted. You quickly got up from your chair and moved it so you could be next to him before sitting again. He looked at you and suddenly you realized that his body was not as tense as before. "Sometimes I'm afraid of ending up like my father, of being so bad and evil, not only to the Fire Nation but also to those around me." You made eye contact and gave him a reassuring smile.
"I'm not going to pretend that I know what you're going through as Fire Lord, but if there's something I know is that you're a good person, Zuko," he turned his gaze to the floor and you grabbed one of his hands. "Hey, look at me," you cupped his face with your free hand, making him look at you in the eyes. "You're nothing like your father, okay?"
"How can you be so sure about that?"
"Because I know you, and I'm happy that I'm married to someone like you, Zuko," you said. You could tell he had tears forming in his eyes, and you ran your thumb across his cheek. "Listen to me, I know that running a whole country is hard and that you have responsibilities, but everyone needs a break from time to time."
He nodded and closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. One tear started to fall down his face and you wiped it away with your finger.
"Thank you, (Y/N)."
"There's nothing to thank for, Zuko. Just know that I'm always here if you need me, okay?" He nodded again and leaned over your hand as you kept caressing his face. He opened his eyes and thought about how beautiful and sweet you were. The two of you were getting closer, and when you were about to kiss, you were interrupted.
"Fire Lord Zuko, your meeting is about to begin." You quickly pulled away from each other and he got up abruptly.
"I'll be there in just a moment," he said to the guard. He turned around to look at you and suddenly he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. He took you by surprise but you still wrapped your arms around his waist. "Thank you again, (Y/N)," he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and you buried your face in his chest to hide how much you were blushing. He let go of you and as he was walking he stopped once again. "Would you have dinner with me later?"
"Of course, Zuko," you agreed.
"Great, it's a date," he told you, not fully realizing what he'd said, but he quickly turned around and left the room.
Later that night, you had dinner together. It felt nice for Zuko to take a little break, and he absolutely loved spending time with you. Neither of you mentioned anything about what had happened earlier right before the guard interrupted you, but things were just a little bit awkward because of that moment. Still, you had a good time, and there was a smile on both of your faces as he walked you to your room.
"Thank you for today, I had a really nice time," you said to him once you reached your chambers.
"I should be thanking you, (Y/N), and I really had a good time, too." You stayed there for a couple of seconds, wondering if you should -or wanted to- say goodbye, and then he kept talking. "You know, I was thinking that maybe you could stay in my room," you looked at him clearly confused and he blushed right before correcting himself. "I don't mean tonight! I mean as, like, a permanent thing, but nothing like... that, you know?" You giggled and grabbed one of his hands.
"I think I'd like that, Zuko," you said. He sighed slightly and smiled at you.
"Okay, then tomorrow I'll start arranging it." It was clear that neither of you wanted to say goodbye and put an end to such a beautiful day, but it was late already and you were pretty tired.
"I think I'm going to go to sleep," you commented. He nodded with his head and scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"Yeah, it's late. So, good night, I guess".
"Good night, Zuko," you placed a kiss on his cheek, and then you got into your room. You closed the door and on each side of it, the two of you were blushing and smiling.
You went to bed and stayed awake a bit thinking about him. You didn't know that he was already in love with you, but what you did know was that you were falling for him too.
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As the days went by, you two fell harder for each other. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but something deep down always held you back, which you knew was a bit dumb since you were already married, but still. Zuko felt the same way as you did.
Youâd permanently moved your things to his room, which you now shared, and at first, things were a bit awkward. You got used to sleeping next to him, however, and he loved seeing your face as soon as he woke up every morning.
During the past few weeks, youâd got even closer; Zuko learned how to lean on you whenever he needed it, and he was always there for you too. You finally felt at home, and those days when you wouldnât even speak to each other felt so far away in the past.
â(Y/N)?â You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name. âWhat do you think?â
âIâm sorry, I didnât hear what you say,â you admitted. Zuko smiled briefly and sat on your bed before grabbing one of your hands.
âI said that Iâll have to travel to the Earth Kingdom in a few days, and I would love it if you came with me,â he said. âOnly if you want to, of course.â
âIt would be my pleasure, but why?â He turned his gaze away from you and took a deep breath.
âI want you there with me because I trust you,â he began saying. âBut also because youâre my wife, and I want to rule the Fire Nation with you by my side.â You smiled at his words and nodded with your head in agreement. âThank you, (Y/N). We can also go visit my uncle while weâre at Ba Sing Se, heâs very excited to meet you.â
âWell, I canât wait to meet him, too.â Your words made him smile happily, he loved the fact that you wanted to meet someone that was incredibly important to him, and he couldnât wait to see his family all in one place. âWhen are we leaving?â
âIn two days, first thing in the morning.â
When he said first thing in the morning, he truly meant it. It was a calm trip, and thankfully when you arrived in the Earth Kingdom, you had enough time to get comfortable in your room and tidy your things before your meeting in the afternoon. The two of you had just finished when suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was a guard that informed you that the King wanted to give you a tour around the Palace since you were going to stay for a few days. Right after said tour, you had lunch with the King, and then it was time for the meeting. It ended up being pretty long, but you were glad you got to be there since you found it quite interesting.
Once you were back in your room, Zuko asked you if you wanted to go to his Uncleâs shop, to which you said yes. You looked for some clothes to get changed and you went to the bathroom, but when you put your dress on you realized you couldnât tie it, so you decided to ask Zuko for help.
âZuko, can I come out?â You asked.
âYes, (Y/N), you can.â
âOh, great. Could you help me with my dress? I canât tie it,â you said.
âYeah, sure,â you walked over to him and turned around, with your back facing him. He grabbed the two strings of your dress and tied them in the back. When he was done he placed his hands on your shoulders, and you turned around to look at him. âYou look very pretty,â he said.
âThank you,â you answered, completely blushed. You stayed there for a few seconds, making eye contact, and then you looked at his head. âYour topknot is a mess, Zuko,â you commented while giggling. He laughed too and checked his reflection in the mirror.
âYouâre right, itâs probably because I changed my clothes,â he mumbled. He then got rid of it, letting his hair down and he tried to fix it with his hands before giving up.
âCome here, Iâll do it,â you told him while getting closer to him. He bent over a bit since you were a little shorter than him, and you fixed his hair in just a few seconds. âSee? Much better now.â He thanked you and then you went to the tea shop.
His uncle was already waiting for you, and there was no one else in the shop. When he saw his nephew, he wrapped his arms around him.
âAnd this must be the lovely (Y/N) youâve told me about,â he wondered.
âThatâs right, sir, itâs a pleasure to meet you,â you said.
âThe pleasure is all mine, youâre the one who makes my nephew happy after all,â he commented. You let out a small smile, but you were confused about what heâd said. However, you didnât say anything, but you thought about asking Zuko what heâd meant once you were alone.
You spent a lovely evening, full of laughs and fun. Youâd already finished eating dinner, so you were just talking and telling funny stories when suddenly Iroh spoke.
âWhy donât you two go upstairs while I make some tea?â He suggested. âItâs a really nice night and Iâm sure the stars look beautiful.â
âI donât know, uncle-.â
âCome on, I donât want you to get bored,â he interrupted him. âThe new balcony looks really nice, now go,â he said while waving his hand. You finally gave in and went upstairs, to the balcony as Iroh had said, and realized that the stars actually looked really beautiful.
âWell, your uncle was right about the stars, theyâre beautiful,â you mumbled while leaning on the railing.
âYeah, they are,â he said. He wasnât paying attention to the sky, his eyes were on you and he couldnât help but think how you were much more beautiful than the stars.
âI had a good time tonight,â you began saying. âItâs like we got to be just (Y/N) and Zuko for a while and not the Fire Lady and Fire Lord, you know?â You looked at him and he got closer, also leaning on the rail.
âDo you think we wouldâve got along if weâd met under different circumstances?â He wondered out loud.
âI donât know, but if I have to be honest, I wouldnât change a single thing about⌠us.â He turned his gaze at you and let out a cheesy smile.
âI would change only one thing,â he began. âI wouldâve been nicer to you from the first day I met you.â
âYeah, you were kind of a jerk at the beginning,â you chuckled. There was a small silence before he spoke again.
âDo you still regret marrying me?â He asked. You looked at him confused, waiting for him to continue. âA little over a month after we got married, one of your friends went to the palace to visit you, and I kind of heard what you were talking about,â he confessed. You opened your eyes in surprise at his words, but couldnât say anything since he kept talking. âI didnât mean to do that and I feel very guilty about it, but your words kind of stuck with me, so thatâs why I asked you that.â
âI donât regret it, Zuko,â you said after a few moments of silence, âIâm actually very happy with my life right now. Yes, at first things were difficult, but as I said, I wouldnât change anything, Zuko. And I mean it,â you explained. âIâm glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you.â
âI have to tell you something,â he said right after you finished speaking. You placed one of your hands on his shoulder and grabbed his hand with the other in a reassuring way. He looked at you and then took a deep breath. âIâm in love with you,â he admitted. âI just canât keep hiding it. I love you, and I know weâre married already but I was afraid you wouldnât feel the same way and that weâd go back to no talking again, and-.â
âHey, wait, Zuko,â you interrupted him. âHey, look at me,â he did as you said and looked at you in the eye. âCalm down, you donât have to be afraid of that.â
âWhat do you mean?â He whispered.
âWhat I mean is that I love you too, Zuko,â you said. He cupped your face with one of his hands and looked at you with confusion.
âAre you serious?â You nodded with your head and you could see that there was a tear rolling down his cheek.
âI am, I love you.â You pressed your foreheads together and he asked if he could kiss you, to which you answered yes. His lips were soft, and you thought about how different it felt to kiss him now compared to the day of your wedding. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you, and both of his hands were on your face. When you pulled away, the two of you were smiling, and you thought about how lucky you were to be able to spend the rest of your life with him by your side.
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A Life Wasted
Azula Week Day 1: Childhood
Summary: Azula has trouble coming to terms with that she didnât really have a childhood and struggles to see a future for herself.
She is surprised to get as many visitors as she does, Azula could have sworn that they would stick her in this horrid place and forget all about her, leaving her to her own nightmares and personal horrors. Somehow they donât forget her. Somehow they find it within themselves to pay her visits now and then. Sometimes they come with specially prepared meals other times they come only with stories and company.
Azula wishes that she could appreciate it. Wishes that she could push her resentment aside. She wishes that they would just leave her to suffer and fester in her shame alone. It is bad enough having them around to see her like this, to make their judgments. But they have to bestow her with stories about how great the outside world is, about how they have all accomplished so much.
They do so until she one day snaps at them to stop bringing her news. She expects them to stay away from then on out. Instead they come back with tales from the past.
TyLeeâs childhood is bathed in shades of pink. She was never alone and was constantly at the tailend of a braid chain. She always speaks of laugher and gossip and trips to the berry fields. Of coming home with smeared cheeks and stained clothes.
Maiâs childhood was more subdued, lonely. But when her parents came home it was warm. They would take her onto their laps and read her stories about dragons and courageous Fire Nation warriors until she begged for a blade of her own.
Katara and Sokka both have frosty and cold childhoods but in the most dreamy way. They both recount different aspects. Sokka tells her about fishing and hunting trips with his father; about adrenaline spikes and hiking around glaciers. While Katara paints a more domestic image in her mind; the smell of cooking fish and firepit smoke. Of heavy coats and fur rugs.
Tophâs childhood was sheltered but exciting when she could sneak away. It was full of adventure and mess. Of tussling with the boys in alleyways and knocking on strangersâ doors and running before they can get to the door.
Aangâs was serene. Otherworldly and mystifying. His childhood makes her stomach ache with longing the most. He speaks of how all of the children were raised side by side. Every adult was a mother and a father to all of them and each child was a sibling to the next child over. Before he found out that he was the Avatar he was never alone. He would munch on pastries and and have glider races.
And Zukoâs...she knows about Zukoâs and she doesnât want to hear anything of it. It is as unforgiving as her own but in such a different way.
She wishes that she could have had a childhood. Maybe she wouldnât be this way if she did, if she had been allowed to be a child for just a few years before being thrust into the war machine. Maybe if she had hours of running wildly through the palace garden instead of hours of training and katas she would be less of a weapon and more of a human being.
She stares at her palms, trying to recall even one moment where she had been a child. Just one that isnât tainted by undertones of political speak and warfare. But she canât find even one. Even her fondest childhood memories are either followed by something awful or had war in the background.
On one occasion, a golden day on Ember Island--she had convinced Zuko to help her swipe some mangos from a fruit cart just to test their skills. They had snatched one and darted off to climb a palm tree and hide as they tasted their prize. Father found them with sticky mango juice smeared around their mouths and dripping down their chin. That evening they were dirty, disgusting miscreants and he was ashamed to be their father. That night there was no trip to the beach to collect shells and build sand castles, they were locked in their rooms listening to mother and father argue; âtheyâre children, Ozai! Children do that stuff, let them have fun!â âThey have duties to their nation, they are better than other children.â Zuko blamed her for getting them in trouble with her stupid idea and she blamed him for talking too loud and getting them caught.
On another occasion she found herself sitting at the edge of the turtle-duck pond, kicking her feet at the shimmering waters, the sun reflecting on its surface. In one had she held a calligraphy brush which she was using to paint random doodles on her legs. In the other she held a loaf of bread which she was biting into, paying little mind to where she was nibbling on it. She was quite and out of the way so no one paid her any mind. Which is probably why they so openly discussed how triumphantly they had slaughtered Earth Kingdoms soldiers on the battlefield.
Such are the types of memories her childhood is sprinkled with. And the more she thinks on it, the more she realizes how truly and deeply imprinted the war is on her mind. She doesnât think that she knows anything else but battles and punishments.
She remembers when her mother stopped loving her. When the woman realized that her baby had already been claimed by propaganda and a sense of patriotic superiority. Azula wishes that the woman would have done something more to keep her from succumbing. From falling so deep into the indoctrination.
She remembers when mother had told her that Lu-Ten had died. That was the night that mother stopped loving her. When mother realized--before anyone else--that something was very wrong with her. That was the night when her father had told her just how proud he was of her.
She was finally the weapon he had been craving.
And now she is broken. The remnants of a once mighty war machine. And in a world without war, she doesnât have much use. She supposes that it is just as well that she is stuck in this institution. She canât see herself doing anything anyways. Canât seem to think up any other purpose for herself.
They mistake her low for recovery. She no longer yells and screams and demands that Zuko and his friends be sent away. She is simply indifferent, it doesnât matter if they are there or if they arenât. It doesnât matter if their happy childhood tales make her tummy tingle with sorrow and longing. Nothing matters. She doesnât matter.
She had wasted her childhood. Now she is wasting her adolescence. Her life is a wasteâŚ
Zuko grips her shoulder. Her blank eyes donât lift from her palms. Not until he helps her stand and leads her out of the institution. She questions his decision but decides that she canât be bothered to stir up any trouble anyways, so his decision wonât really leave an impact either way.
âI think that itâll be good for you to get some fresh air.â Zuko comments. âWeâre planning on taking a trip to Kyoshi Island and I thought that you should come with us.â
She furrows her brows, âwhy would you think that?â
He shrugs. âI guess that I want us to both have a few memories that are just...nice.â
She doesnât think that this is it.
âWe canât exactly make good childhood memories, but we can do this.â
Azula nods.
âI also thought that it would be good for you to start to...get back into the world so you donât fall behind.â
âI already have.â She mumbles.
He gives her back a little rub. âYouâre not too far behind. Nothing we canât catch you up on. And besides, weâd like your input on certain things. Thereâs this new city in the making and we think that youâd be good at helping us plan and fine tune it. Youâre good with details.â
âWhat does that have to do with Kyoshi Island?â
Zuko laughs, ânothing. Kyoshi Island is just going to be a break before we really get into it.â
âIâve already had a breakâŚâ
His smile falters but only for a moment. âI guess that you have. But Iâm talking about a real break, Azula. Something that could be fun for you if youâll give it a try.â
She supposes that, at this point, she is willing to try anything to get rid of the despair and helplessness that has taken root within her soul. âIt would help more if I can just have a look at this city. I need something important to do. Something that matters.â
âYou will be doing something that matters on Kyoshi Island.â
âOh.â She quirks a brow.
âYouâll get to have a good time and learn about some new cultures. And youâll get to watch me struggle with awkwardness. The last time I was on Kyoshi Island I...did some thingsâŚâ
âHow is that important?â
âBecause itâs about your health and you matter. You know that, right?â
âImportant to who?â
He gives her a gentle hug. âBelieve it or not, youâre important to me. And as soon as the others see that youâre not a completely mean and angry personâŚâ
âIâm not angry.â She thinks that she has only ever been angry once, during the comet. Mostly she is just numb and unfeeling. Cold. And maybe that is worse than having a temper. At least a temper can be cooledâŚ
âTrust me, this is going to be good for you. I canât fix our childhood bet we can make something of the future.â
She doesnât know if she believes him, but she would like to. At least she is out of that facility. At least she can get back to firebending and relish in freedoms to be rediscovered. He smiles again and she decides that the least she can do is humor him. Either nothing will change at all and she will continue on in her melancholy or he will be right and she will pave herself an adulthood that is warmer than her childhood ever was.
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heaven's cloud : Paradise
- in the afterlife where we get to choose our own paradise, two souls unexpectedly meet.
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genre: soulmates!au, but also involves idolverse, kinda fantasy whimsical, afterlife-paradise world; fem!reader x lee chan warnings: mentions of death, magical creatures, not really sure what else i guess word count: 2.4k + i generally am not good at making these infos, bear with me sorry! also not really fond of the fic picture, but i also suck and still is learning,,,,
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Lee Chan, for your exemplary journey in life, you are hereby bestowed a place in Paradise.
"I'll take the clouds if I may,"
Then to the clouds you shall ascend, Heaven's Cloud.
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Eleven months of (not) living in paradise, Chan had adapted well into his afterlife. The Guides had placed him in his own haven of his choosing, the Clouds. Fluffy white and softer than cashmere, the touch is cooling and healing, peace and quiet were also a given. To Chan, it's his very definition of heaven.
Despite being the only soul - apparently, no one has chosen the Clouds for centuries - Chan has been never alone. He had the little fairies and spirits to keep him company while wandering around the forests. Stars often appear in his nights to cast a light show for the boy. Cancer loves to see Chan's awe-stricken face as the constellation shows him a few tricks.
The Clouds inhabitants and surrounding astronomical beings grew fond of the boy. Hence, Lee Chan never felt alone.
Though it was a blissful experience and a beautiful memory, there was only one month left. One month until the end of his livelihood above the world.
You will be given twelve months of afterlife until your next life begins.
Chan still doesn't understand why they must be sent back to Earth, living another full life that may or may not be 'great'. Though the thought of living on Earth, whatever their life might be, is already a disappointing thought. After having to exist in a paradise of your own, nothing else would come close.
But apparently, the universe believes differently.
The fairies and spirits told him once, 'Universe sought in a cycle, to them it's the perfect way as it does not end, leading to the continuation of life and its purposes.'
"But what exactly do those purposes serve if there is no end to it?"
'There is none silly, if there was to be an end to it, then life itself would cease to exist. It serves to preserve life as we know it, and well - the Universe.'
Chan pondered the thought for a while, "What if, just really hypothetically, someone happens to break the cycle, what happens then?"
The fairies' expression saddened, 'Hopefully it never happens.' Some of them flew to sit on Chan's shoulder, a calming place for them. 'But if it were to happen somehow, life wouldn't perish instantly, but the Universe and everything in it will meet its end, including the afterlife.'
The boy nodded before noticing the frowns on the beautiful faces of the winged creatures, the atmosphere had taken a drop turn. Choosing to lighten the somber mood, Chan raised another question. "Well then, um, what about aliens? Do they exist?â
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Throughout the time he was there, Chan spent it listening to the stories of the creatures, exploring the cloud haven that seemingly doesn't end, and conversing every now and then with the astronomical beings -- when they so happened to be passing by.
It didn't get boring for the boy as the stories that the fairies had been plenty and new, never losing the interest of Chan, and the beings were more than happy to talk with him about almost anything.
Of course, all this was okay and fine, revealing the Universe's secrets and whatnot, Chan wouldn't remember this anyway when he enters his next life.
On the first day of his twelfth month, Chan woke up from his sleeping quarters in the usual well-rested sleep. Walking out to do his routine of visiting the forest and later on relaxing by the Serenity Sky Lake. But before he could reach the outlines of White Forest, he saw a figure walking through the field, he couldn't see clearly who it was, but what he registered in his mind was enough to make him gasp.
It was another soul. A human.
As quickly as his feet could take him, Chan sped through the flurry landscape of clouds, wanting to figure out this stranger.
"Hey you! Hey!"
The figure turned to the general direction of where Chan was coming from, revealing its appearance. Upon view, Chan stumbled over nothing, causing him to fall forward into a roll and tumbling on the ground until he laid flat on his back. Luckily, there were clouds under him.
"Oh my God! Are you okay?" He heard the figure shout before rustling and someone appeared by his side. Chan scrunched his eyes trying to block the light coming from above while identifying the person looming over him. The first thing he noticed was long brown hair, the strands were flowing almost magically. As if hypnotized by it, Chan could only stare. Until finally, he saw the stranger's face.
Sheâs ethereal.
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You were quite confused as to why you were where you were. All you could see for miles were⌠white? Your body was standing on nothing, or at least that was how it looked. A sudden voice interrupted your wonders.
Welcome _____, you are in Paradise.
You turned back to find the source of the voice but all you found was a blinding light that caused you to squint your eyes.
âWh-what? Where?â
Paradise dear, the afterlife.
Your mind went blank, the afterlife? No way. Your brain tried remembering the last thing before waking up in this weird place.
Thereâs no use child, your memories are long gone. But I can tell you this, you went in peace. You werenât in pain.
Were the voices capable of reading minds? And who were they? You were a bit frightened.
To answer your question, yes we can read minds. We are the Guides, here to assist the souls in the afterlife. Thereâs no need to be afraid.
âUh, okay, ...thank you?â You voiced out, still a little overwhelmed with whatever was going on.
Well then, perhaps we should take you to your choice. Please, follow the green path.
Just as the voices finished speaking, a sudden green line appeared in front of you. You couldnât see what was ahead, just the green line until the end. You decided to follow through, whatever this was.
As you walked on the path, you were gradually transported to a different place. When you were finally able to understand your surroundings, there were screens that had different landscapes and writings in different colors under them. The scenes displayed were (what you could only describe as) heavenly. Each of them has its own set of vibe and warmth to it. Unconsciously your hand moved itself to touch one of the screens, but then the voices returned prompting you to pull it back.
What you see in front of you are the places in Paradise, according to how one lives their life on Earth, you have a series of options that you may choose from. I shall provide you a look-through.
The screens suddenly disappeared and now you were standing in what looked like those busy city streets, only not so busy.
First is the Silver City. Its appearance resembles the metropolitan areas down on Earth but without all the pollution, noises, and busy traffic. Many people who had used to live in these areas usually choose them, sensing a familiarity to it, they say.
As the Guides explained its landscapes, you were admiring the tall buildings and skyscrapers around you. The architectural designs were marvelous and even if you didnât remember if you had studied such things, you canât help but stare in admiration.
Aside from the buildings, the streets looked beautiful as well. The sidewalks were arranged perfectly as if it was placed with the most proper city planning. But one building stuck out to you most, it was majestic. A silver mansion, with tall gates and filled with all kinds of trees and plants. Before you could step towards it, the Guides were already finished explaining the Silver City and had transported you instead to another location.
Second, the Golden Countryside. As the name states, this place is best likely your ultimate countryside farm paradise. A quaint farmhouse with animal livestock to nurture and many forests to explore and spend time in. Families often choose this place for their resting, itâs quite homey.
True to their words, you couldnât believe what you were seeing. It was a vast field of grass with a simple two-story house that looked like it could fit six bedrooms. Beside it was a giant farmhouse and animals roaming around it. The view itself was doubled in beauty as the sun (or whatever source of light that existed here) sets from behind, casting a soft orange glow over it. Somehow the silver mansion from earlier was placed way aside in your head. Yet again, before you could ask any questions, you were immediately transported once more.
The third is Cosmic Space. Ever wondered how it is to live in Space child?
You heard the voice give out a sound that was similar to a laugh, but somehow not quite.
More people than youâd expect actually dream of this. It may not be as simple as the City or the Countryside, but itâs nonetheless paradise. To them.
Now you were most definitely floating, though despite floating in the middle of random space, you could breathe easily and see easily as well. You thought that space may be too wild for you but as you were looking around, you saw one of the most magical things you have ever seen.
âA comet showerâŚâ
The Guides seemed to have heard you as they projected the shower closer, now holographic space comets were right above you, shining as they continued the rain of them. Mesmerized was all you could feel, the meteors were almost hypnotizing you.
âWhoaâŚâ
Beautiful isnât it?
Was the last thing you heard before you felt the sudden pull of transport again, at this point you were no longer fazed with the continuous changing of locations, though you did wish to have been able to watch the shower longer.
Number four, the Pearl Waters. For those who favor the deep sea and vast oceans. Of course, many souls who felt close to the waves chose this. The afterlife here is often intriguing, staying with the many creatures and traveling wherever paradise takes you.
You found yourself standing on a deck of a ship, it was modernized though some parts resemble that of an older version. Heading to the flanks you watched the blue ocean as the waves sloshed around the sides. As if welcoming you, dolphins suddenly jumped above the sea, whalebacks spurting water, and schools of fish could be seen from the clear water. You were most surely amazed. As the sea creatures displayed a water show, you felt something touching your arm on the railing. You looked to find a woman with green-blue hair, her cheeks had features similar to scales, and as you peered further you realized it wasnât a woman at all.
âA...mermaid?â
Ah yes, indeed. Each paradise also has guardians that help care and maintain the afterlife. Mermaids are the Pearl Waters guardians. As for the Silver City, we have the Elves. Golden Countryside has the Shapeshifters while Cosmic Space has Angels.
âWait what?â You were pretty much confused all together, mythical creatures? Well, then again, it is the afterlife, who knows what actually exists here. But still, you found yourself in confusion and quite the shock.
Not to worry dear, youâll have plenty of time to get acquainted. Now for our last destination.
The mermaid who was staring at your side gave you a small smile before disappearing back into the ocean. You continued to stare at her general direction before your view changed into that of...clouds?
Last but not the least, Heavenâs Cloud. Itâs truly magical here. Not many people find it appealing though, but of course it always depends on whoâs choosing. Essentially, it's the skies. The guardians here are the fairies and spirits. Quite the peculiar and very friendly creatures.
As your eyes set on the landscape, you couldnât help but let out a gasp. It was breathtaking. It was as if you were standing right in front of the Sun but at the same time, you werenât. You knew for one youâve never been in a place like this yet all you could feel from the surroundings was home. You leaned down to touch the fluffy ground and it was the softest thing youâve ever felt. As quickly as the previous location visits, the surroundings changed again back to their original place with screens.
Now _____, because of the well-lived life that you have gone through. You, _____, are given the choice of one of the five Paradises that you have just seen. Speak now for your choice.
You didnât know if it was your own voice and mind that spoke, or your conscience, because the sound that erupted from your body sounded firm and almost unbreakable. You didnât even realize that you had spoken your choice after it was said.
âHeavenâs Cloud if I may,â
The Guides paused for a moment as if they were thinking about something, before continuing.
Very well then, your heart has spoken. To Heavenâs Cloud, you shall go.
One last time, you were again transported to a field with white clouds, similar to the earlier landscape you visited. This time without the voices. Somehow you suddenly felt alone, scared, and unsure of what to do. Wandering aimlessly, you tried looking for the guardians - the fairies and spirits. Then you suddenly heard someone shout.
âHey you! Hey!â
You turned back to see a man, brown fluffy hair swaying atop his head, running towards you. Well, was running, until he stumbled down and started rolling across the field.
âOh my god! Are you okay?â you shouted before heading towards the boy. As you reached his side, you saw he was unhurt and fine, just squinting his eyes. You sighed in relief, although it should make sense, after all, it was clouds underneath them. Before you could say anything to the stranger, you caught him staring right at you, and somehow you stared back as well.
The boy looked mesmerizing.
#heaven's cloud#lee chan scenario#dino scenario#seventeen imagines#em;writes#your choice based stories#svt fanfic
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