#as always if anyone wants a link lmk I don’t bite. usually.

[fireandspiceland]

reading a sufin fic and just a couple of minutes after they met berwald tells tino he’s got a tattoo saying ‘how deep is your love’ on his butt then proceeds to ask tino ‘you?’ meaning if he got any tattoos but tino straight up tells him his dick size. rip king 🙏

[emepe]

— Pairing: Eren x Reader, friends to lovers

— General info: series, 18+, modern AU, serial killer AU, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

— Summary: Fate is a tricky thing. Certain situations can’t be avoided as much as certain people’s lives can’t be kept from intertwining. With a serial killer on the loose, and unexpected relationships blooming, how will the universe intervene?

— Chapter summary: A perfect morning with the perfect guy with plans for the perfect life together.

— Content warnings: slightly nsfw, mention of unprotected sex.

— Notes: Welcome back to TV Friday! Please read the notes at the end for an important notice. Don’t be shy to stop by my ask box <3 If anyone else would like to be added to the tag list, lmk. Happy reading!

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the thing about perfection

Eren Jaeger has always had a perfect life. He was born to two loving parents with high-paying jobs that provided him with a lovely home, delicious food, fun trips, and any education he craved. 

He had the perfect mix of genes, too. He grew up to be handsome, smart, and kind. He bagged a job he loved straight out of graduating and his parents helped him get his first apartment, one that others could only dream of living in had they not been born into a life of penny-pinching.

Everything was laid out for him to take as he pleased. It's a good thing he was never overly ambitious. 

The only time things were rough was when his father passed, but even then he coped in healthy ways and barely felt the stumble, thanks to his loving mother and tight-knit friends.

Everything had always been perfect, even now as he wakes up in his spacious apartment, to the sleeping face of his beautiful girlfriend, who only has a few minutes before her alarm begs her to wake. 

“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs when you start stirring under the sheets at the first ring of your alarm. 

He smiles when your hold on his waist only tightens, his daily reminder of how much you struggle with being pulled away from his perfect, warm self. He chuckles softly, granting you your usual ten minutes of extra bed time as his hand gently massages your scalp and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

When you finally look up at him, you're wearing a lazy smile, that beautiful lazy smile that only makes him fall deeper in love and drives his heart into a craze.

He kisses you once, twice, then again, and again, and again. Until soon enough, you're fully naked under the sheets, making love and voicing each other's names in breathless saccharine tones. 

It's enough to make you run a few minutes behind on your schedule. But it doesn't matter, you figure you can be late to work at least once. So while Eren heads to the kitchen to make you breakfast after wiping you clean of his cum, you get changed and take your daily pill. 

“What's all this?” you ask once you take a seat at the bar.

There's a spread of fruit, pancakes, hash browns, eggs, bacon, bread and jams. It's a lot, even for the two of you.

He shrugs.

“I just wanna make this day special from start to finish.”

You give him a weird look as you slowly chew on a strawberry.

“What?” he innocently asks. “Five months is a big deal to me.” 

You smile. 

“Every month is a big deal to you,” you tease.

He laughs.

“Okay, fine. Make fun of me all you want. But can you blame me?” he asks as he rounds the bar. You instinctively let him settle between your thighs, ignoring the creases it inflicts on the skirt of your dress. “I'm a man in love.”

You giggle as he brushes his nose against yours and he mirrors your smile before pressing his lips to yours.

“You're so cheesy,” you grin as he pulls back. 

“Maybe so, but you're never getting rid of me.”

You laugh as you help yourself to a hash brown. 

“I never said I wanted to.” 

You take a bite of your hash brown, your face instantly lighting up at the crispy texture and flavor. You give Eren an enthusiastic thumbs-up before sampling everything in front of you.

Eren adores watching you. It fills a cavity in his chest he hadn't known was there until he met you, and it swells him with pride to know he's had a hand in making you happy.

His smile slowly fades into a more serious expression as he watches your delighted reactions to the scrambled eggs cooked to perfection. 

He brings a hand to your hair, playing with the locks between two fingers. 

“I'm so fucking in love with you,” he murmurs.

“Yeah?” you smile.

He nods as you turn to him once more, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer.

“No doubt about it. I'm crazy about you.”

“How much?” you tease. 

He pecks the corner of your mouth.

“I'd die for you.”

Your life has never been perfect. You were born into a broken home with a father who wiped his memory of your existence and a mother who would've preferred you'd never been at all. You struggled and suffered, hurt and stumbled many times. You were deceived and tossed away, beaten in more ways than one by life and the people in it.

The only times things were alright have no place in your memory, except for those that happened after meeting your friends and the first real love of your life in your mid-twenties. A bit of a late start for good things to occur in your life, but well appreciated. 

Now, everything is perfect — as perfect as it's ever gotten for you. Your perfect boyfriend holds your hand as he expertly switches lanes and cruises down the highway to take you to your steady job where you get to gossip with your best friend.

The universe can have favorites sometimes, and it's clear to you that Eren is one of them, as he manages to catch every green light on the way to your office building to get you on time. 

It's a popular theory that you attract what you need, so perhaps it's a good thing you found Eren. It's thanks to him that you get to stand in the glow of his good fortune. 

The late March air is crisp and fresh on your face, complemented by the warmth and sweet smell of spring that swoops in through the open windows of Eren's car. 

When he pulls up to your office, you bid him goodbye with a kiss and a promise to see each other that evening to celebrate your five months together over dinner.

“And I have a surprise for you,” he murmurs against your lips, causing you to pull back and raise a suspicious eyebrow. “Well, it's more like news, and of course, I want your opinion, but…” he trails off with a shrug.

“Are you pregnant or something?”

He chuckles, shaking his head.

“No, not that. But it's really good stuff. You'll love it, I swear.” 

You hum in contemplation before pressing a kiss to his cheek and hooking your bag in the crook of your elbow.

“I'll see you later, then. I love you.”

He smiles as he watches you get out of the car and shut the door. 

“I love you. I'll be back at six.”

He spares a moment to watch you leave, waving goodbye when you look back after walking a few steps, as you always do, with a big smile on your face and your eyes crinkled in joy.

After you disappear through the revolving doors, he leaves.

The coffee shop is quieter than usual as the early afternoon weather wavers between cool and warm, making loyal customers debate between picking from the cold menu or the hot one. 

You sip on your iced tea enthusiastically, much so that Armin watches you with amusement through the long pauses in your conversation for you to satiate your thirst. 

“Oh, wow,” you sigh after finishing off your drink with a loud slurp. “That's the best iced tea I've ever had.”

You feel the tea refreshing your stomach as you lean back into your chair.

“I can tell,” Armin chuckles as he stirs the ice of his coffee with the straw. 

“What were you saying?” you ask, simultaneously trying to recall where your conversation left off. 

“We were talking about your plans for tonight. Congratulations on your five months, by the way.” 

You smile appreciatively. 

“Oh, right. And thank you. Eren's making dinner for me and, apparently, he has some news to share that he wants my opinion on.”

“Sounds fishy,” Armin murmurs, to which you giggle. 

“He said it's good,” you reply with a shrug. “I'm excited either way.” 

“I can see that, too,” Armin smiles. “You're practically glowing.”

Your face warms as a nervous giggle sputters from your lips. 

“It's just… gosh, he's so great.”

You smile to yourself, your happy expression finding itself mirrored across Armin's features, as well.

“Would it be cheesy if I tell you how in love I am?” 

“It'd be cruel considering I don't have a girlfriend of my own to be cheesy about,” Armin mutters with feigned annoyance. 

“Aw,” you pout. “So much for being Cupid.”

He laughs.

“I know, right?”

“Don't worry, you'll find someone.”

“That's what people who date always tell their single friends so they don't kill themselves,” he deadpans, to which you laugh in return. 

He sighs dramatically.

“It's my own fault for focusing my romantic abilities on getting other people together. I could've been married by now.”

A sympathetic smile finds its way to your face.

“Well, you're a total catch. Maybe you'll meet someone at the big Jeankasa wedding.”

His face lights up with renewed optimism.

“Or yours and Eren's, even.” 

He grins slyly when he notices your efforts to suppress a smile.

“Oh, I don't know if we're there yet. There's still a lot more to experience, I think.”

Armin's brow furrows slightly.

If there's one thing he knows about his best friend, it's that he's not one to date for fun. And considering how adamant you were about not getting involved with someone, to now being the most thrilled when it comes to the mere mention of Eren's name, it's hard to imagine formalities haven't been discussed.

“You guys haven't talked about it?” 

You shrug.

“A couple times,” you bashfully reply. “I mean, not a wedding, specifically. Just… the future, you know? Moving in together has been on the table before. I try not to get too excited but… it's hard. And I don't really want to picture myself with anyone else. They just wouldn't compare to him.”

Armin nods, his lips perked into a small smile at your shyness as he takes a sip of his coffee. 

“I guess,” you murmur pensively. Armin lowers his glass and raises his eyebrows in attention. “If Eren wants to… I'd say yes to anything.”

The walk back to the office is littered with jokes and cheerful banter, as well as the usual bitter remarks from having to return to work. 

But it's odd. It's been a while since you've felt genuine dread for anything. It's as if the past few months have converted you into a more accurate portrait of the girl with a colorful apartment, and you're almost certain you can pinpoint the start of these refreshing times. It's been about five months. 

Armin treads to his side of the floor once outside of the elevator, raising his palm as a goodbye before turning on his heel.

You smile to yourself as you head back to your desk, quietly humming a cheerful tune without any real structure.

It's not until a coworker sitting at their cubicle a few feet away opens the Tupperware container to have lunch at their desk while continuing to juggle their workload that the light drains from your face. 

The smell of their food wafts in your direction, spurring an unpleasant feeling that bubbles from your stomach and crawls up your throat. 

Strange, you think. 

It's not as if there are rotten tones to your coworker’s lunch, or that it's especially pungent, and yet you're having a hard time trying to ignore it. 

You stand from your desk, walking with as much composure as you can manage to the restroom. But once you're in the privacy of a stall, you've no power to stop your stomach from turning inside out.

“Now, just cover with the lid and let it simmer,” Carla's voice echoes in the kitchen from where Eren's phone is propped against the toaster. 

“Should I do the asparagus next?” Eren calls out as he follows his mother's instructions for her bolognese recipe. 

He could've easily looked one up on the internet, but he's been adamant about using the exact recipes for your favorite dishes from the time you've been together, or at least the best he can manage to recreate on his own. Perhaps he was going a bit overboard, but it's not like he cares. Five might not seem as much of a milestone as other numbers, and it's true Eren made a big deal of every month you've spent together, but this one had to be perfect.

At the risk of having time claw at his feet, he left the grocery shopping for this morning, so you couldn't figure out his plans. He made sure to carefully stash the evidence of his big surprise; wiped the relevant search history on his computer, and tucked the pictures and messages with the real estate agent behind a code. 

He's been sneaking looks at the photos all day. An apartment that perfectly matches the cozy vibes from your place and the space and luxury from his. A place he can clearly imagine being decorated with pastel colors, ceramic figurines, books, and hand-made blankets with little effort.

He knows you'll say yes this time, and he knows you'll be especially thrilled to find out he found the perfect pink bathtub to switch out the plain white ceramic one that comes with the place he's been secretly viewing for two weeks. 

Living with you has been on his mind for months. It wasn't until he found the very apartment he's planning to show you in a few hours that he felt overwhelmed with relief — as if things were falling into place. His willpower has been working overtime to make sure he doesn't jump the gun before tonight. And yet he couldn't help from acting extra giddy for the past two weeks. It's a miracle you haven't caught on.

“I think you can leave those until the end. Those are done in twenty, hon.” 

Eren nods along to his mother's instructions as he tackles on another load of dirty dishes. He glances at the time on his screen while scrubbing, exchanging a smile with Carla as he scrubs a pan. 

“Did you see the photos I sent you?” Eren grins.

“The place is incredible,” Carla gushes. “She'll be over the moon.”

“Thanks for calling about the bathtub, by the way,” Eren blushes. Had it not been for Carla and her connections, he wouldn't have gotten his hands on the last standing unit of the discontinued pink bathtub model from the poolhouse. 

“No problem, hon. Keith owed me one.” 

She watches her son as he gingerly stacks a pot on the drying rack beside him before patting his hands dry with a tea towel. 

“Can I see the ring?” Carla asks.

“What?” 

Eren's eyes widen, though it's hard to tell if it's in surprise or confusion. His reaction causes Carla to nervously laugh.

“You're proposing, right?” she asks, though her voice wavers the slightest bit, reflecting her nerves from possibly speaking out of line. 

In any case, Eren is always open to share parts of his life with his mother, but she's never been one to speak out on her suspicions first, always granting him the opportunity to come forward on his own.

Eren knows how much Carla adores you. Their weekly call time has been sliced by half to chat with you, too. So perhaps it's her excitement over Eren's meticulous planning for a special night with the girl he's called the first real love of his life that's driven her to imagine bigger plans behind the scenes. 

He knows his mother well, so he can only shyly laugh at her assumptions before clarifying.

“I'm not proposing yet, mom. I'm just asking her to move in with me,” he smiles. 

Carla could've reacted in embarrassment had her ears not zeroed in on the word ‘yet’. 

So she only nods, her mouth forming an ‘ah’ shape. 

“Okay, okay. I get it now. My god, I thought tonight was the night… but not tonight… not yet… I see.”

She slyly eyes Eren through the screen, to which he sputters an embarrassed laugh.

“Mom,” he partially whines. 

The corners of her eyes crinkle in amusement. 

“Oh, come on! She's an amazing girl and anyone can see how much you love each other. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it.” 

She narrows her eyes, prepared to scold him if he says anything that doesn't align with her wish to have you join the family. 

“We've talked about… stuff.” Eren blushes profusely at the end, which only causes Carla's giddiness to skyrocket. Her image on the screen is more of a girl friend squealing over crushes than that of a mother conversing with her son. 

“Mom,” Eren whines again, though his lips curve into a grin. “Relax. We've got a long way to go. Moving in is just… it makes sense for us, right now.” He smiles. “And we're taking things slow, okay? Give me a few more months and I'll call you from Vegas.”

“Eren Jaeger, if you elope, I swear–”

She's cut off by Eren's laughter. 

“Relax,” he repeats, holding his hands up in defense as if Carla could slap him through the screen. “But to keep you at ease… it's in our plans. Just give us time.” 

It's been seven minutes since you've stepped back into your office building, and ten since you stepped out of it the first time, only to not spot Eren's car waiting for you. 

It's unlike him to be late unless he's behind on work. But as far as you know, he asked for a couple days off, so it wouldn't make sense to say that's it. 

The building is empty, save for the security guard who's doing a final sweep of the floors before locking up. It's only a matter of minutes before they return to find you back inside the lobby. 

You pull out your phone from your jacket pocket. No missed calls, no new messages. 

It's been twelve minutes now.

You press the call button beside Eren's name and press the phone to your ear. 

The line is busy. 

Frowning, you try again. 

He picks up on the first ring. A breath of relief escapes your lips when you hear his voice.

“I know, I know. I lost track of time. I'm on my way, don't worry,” Eren's strained voice comes through your phone's speaker as you can only assume he's rushing around his apartment in search of his essentials for going out. 

You smile sympathetically as you adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder. With a quick glance at the time, and seeing that the security guard is already stepping into the lobby once more, twirling the keys around on finger, you decide to relieve Eren of his self-imposed duty.

“Relax, it's okay. Just stay there, I'll take the bus,” you reply with nonchalance.

You sense a bit of hesitation on his end. On the other side of the line, Eren is torn between finishing up dinner or going to pick you up. He still hasn't showered, and it would break the flow of the evening if he disappeared to do so after bringing you home to the spread he's so close to completing. The oven timer still has a handful of minutes to go and it's messing with his rationality. 

“Eren?” 

Your voice grounds him.

“I can be there in fifteen. I just gotta… um… finish something here and…” 

You smile. He can't see it, but he hears it in your voice when you reply.

“It's fine, really. I can catch the next bus,” you reassure him, glancing at your watch and mentally calculating the minutes you have to reach the bus stop. “Just stay there.”

A few seconds go by before Eren speaks again, still in limbo for his decision. 

“You got your taser on you?” 

You smile, already knowing he would ask that, and you pat the device over your jacket pocket as if he could see you. 

“Of course.”

He sighs, but gives in. 

“Okay, but call me when you're close, yeah?”

You agree as you begin walking in direction to the bus stop. 

Your hand fiddles nervously with the strap of your bag as you hear more rustling on his end, likely made by his jacket which you can imagine being thrown back onto the sofa before he returns to whatever it was that kept him busy before your call. 

“Eren?” 

“Yeah?”

“Remember this morning? When you said you had news?”

You can hear Eren's smile in his hummed reply as a timer goes off faintly in the background, which he hurries to stop. The beeping ceases and you giggle to yourself as you start to piece together what's going on.

You decide to play the oblivious card anyway as you finish walking the first of four blocks to the bus stop. 

“Sorry,” Eren murmurs. “You were saying?”

A fluttering sensation stirs in your stomach as you take a deep breath. Your voice comes out as soft as always, but with a tinge of shyness that only Eren can pick up on. 

“Just… I have something I want to tell you, too.” 

Eren doesn't know why, but your measured words cause his entire body to warm. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, gently chewing on your bottom lip as you hug your jacket tighter around your stomach. “I'll tell you when I get there okay?” 

He smiles.

“Okay.”

“I love you. I really, really love you, Eren Jaeger.”

An airy laugh comes through the speaker as he voices your full name in the same loving manner.

“I love you more. I really, really love you.”

“I'll see you soon.”

It's been fifteen minutes since Eren got out of the shower, twenty-five since he finished fixing dinner, and thirty-three since your call ended. 

You should be walking through the door any minute. 

Eren lights the candles at the center of the table, humming a nonsensical tune to himself as his giddiness only amplifies and he can practically hear you jiggling your key in the door, swinging it open to his carefully crafted romantic view. 

There's a low, square gift box at your end of the table, tied with a satin ribbon, guarding print copies of the photos from an apartment you'll meet the next day. He can picture you looking up at him in confusion and he'll be wearing the biggest smile on his face and the sweatiest hands when he asks you to live together.

He sits down, pulling out his phone to swipe through the copies of the photos on his phone one last time. With each picture of an empty space, he can vividly imagine where your books would go, where he'll place the sofa that he'll tackle you with kisses on, the kitchen where you'll watch him cook and he'll watch you bake, the window where you'll sit, curled into a blanket in the winter with a mug of tea nursed in your hands. 

His heart beats erratically at his own imagination. 

He taps on his messages, checking for any indication that you might be close. But perhaps it's better if you don't get distracted by texting or calling him. And it makes for the most pleasant butterflies to stir even wilder in his stomach at the anticipation. 

He sets his phone down, tapping anxiously on the table. 

Any minute, you'll be there. Any minute, you'll see the photos. Any minute, he'll kiss you and tell you how much he loves you. Any minute, you'll be over the moon, jumping up to join his daydreams on how to fill the place you'll share. Any minute now, things will fall into place and life will be perfect.

Any minute now. Any minute.

On a relatively quiet alley, at the half point between an office building and a bus stop, where nobody has shown concern to surveil, a broken angel wing cast in silver lays on the ground.

It's too small and too far to catch the light from the street lamp on the main street, but it lies there, hidden in shadows, broken and dirty, its original perfectly crafted form lost forever. 

But the thing about perfection is that it doesn’t truly exist.

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[elliesbiatch]

hello! could you write ellie x reader? something like ellie and her girlfriend are at dina's party and ellie hits a guy who tried to kiss her girlfriend. could this end with rough sex in dina's bathroom? (Like, I like to imagine Ellie being very rigid when she's jealous or something hehe) top ellie, please. (sorry, english is not my mother tongue)

All mine?

Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw, jealous Ellie, possessive Ellie, oral, fingering, pet names, violence, mentions of blood/bruises. Lmk of I forgot any <3

Notes: proofread ? Kinda

Word count: 2.6k

Enjoy 🤍

Ellie snaked her arm around my waist as I kept talking to one of our friends. She hated parties and the only reason she was here was because Dina and I had to beg her to come. The conversation is slightly awkward because anytime he asks Ellie a question she just hums or nods her head in response. I elbow her a little as she stares into space, ignoring his question. “Ellie-“ I say agitated. I snap my head to look at her and notion my head towards the friend.

“What was your question?” She asks and looks him up and down making me shudder with embarrassment. “Um- nothing it’s fine” he begins and starts to back up. “I’ll see you around y/n” he says with a small smile, directed only to me. “Ellie” I almost shout. She huffs out and begins to draw circles on my waist using her index finger. “You were so rude to him” I tell her, rolling my eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me-“ she snaps, holding my waist now. “Only like you doing it while I’m inside you” she says with a smirk.

I giver her a quick slap on the arm, hoping no one around us heard her words. I look at her again and raise an eyebrow- I really need to know why she doesn’t like him. “He likes you” she says quickly, like she had just read my mind. I tut and shake my head at her. “There’s literally no way- he knows I have a girlfriend” I tell her. “Don’t think that’ll stop him” she mutters and looks down at her feet.

I furrow my eyebrows and look at her cute freckled face, lifting my hand up to cup her warm cheek. She slowly looks up- her green eyes meeting mine. “Doesn’t matter- because I only want you” I reassure, rubbing my thumb against her soft skin. A small smile begins to creep up onto my face before she suddenly moves her head away from my hand. “Whatever” she mumbles. I hate when she gets into her little jealous moods.

I pull my hand away and let it rest back down at my side. When this happens I always get a sick feeling in my stomach- I wish she knew I’d never want anyone but her. “Gonna go find Dina” I say quietly and walk away before she can say anything. I walk around the packed room and finally see Dina from afar, by the kitchen. As I approach, she notices me and begins waving over obnoxiously, making my cheeks burn.

“Y/N” she shouts- clearly drunk. “Dinaaa” I say and lean in for a hug. “It’s a great party” I tell her while looking around the room. “Glad you’re enjoying it- where’s el” she asks- looking behind me. Ellie and I are inseparable so usually she’s found wherever I am. I turn my head and lift my hand to point at her across the room. I can see she’s not paying attention and is fiddling with her fingers- looking like a sad puppy. I roll my eyes and turn back to Dina. “She in a mood ?” Dina laughs and I smile. “Maybe a little” I chuckle and begin to say something else but I’m cut off by that guy.

“Hey Elijah” Dina screams again and links onto his arm. “Have you see the beautiful y/n tonight?” She asks him in a weird accent. I huff and turn my head quickly again to see Ellie, but I can’t see her anymore. “Yeah- we were talking earlier” he says, smirking, while looking me up and down. Maybe he does have weird intentions. Dina momentarily leaves to get another drink. That she definitely doesn’t need. Leaving me and Elijah by the kitchen counter.

“Dina was right- you do look beautiful tonight” he says- biting his lip. I cringe internally so bad. It’s only hot when Ellie does it. “T-thanks” I manage to get out. “Well- you don’t look too bad yourself my friend” I say jokingly in a weird accent. I hate myself. I shake my head and look at the floor. I see his feet shuffle closer to me and when I look up he’s inches away from me. “So?” He says with a cheesy smile. “Uhhhh” I say awkwardly, trying to side eye someone, but no one is there to catch it.

Without any further hesitation he closes his eyes and leans in. I panic and move back with a shocked look on my face- that only gets worse when I see a fist make contact with his face and him hitting the counter. “Ellie” I screech as she grabs him by the collar and lifts her bloody hand up again to hit. “Pl-please” he mutters, blood spilling from his mouth and nose. “Don’t you ever fucking go near her again” she snaps, pulling him tighter by the collar.

His face begins to turn purple as she waits for his response- that he can’t give- because she’s choking him. “El- stop” I scream and grab her toned arm. “You’re choking him”. She breathes out and lets go of the fabric. He falls to his knees and the room is now silent. “Sorry everyone- go back to partying” Dina shouts- fake smile plastered on her face. “I’ll deal with this” she says and gives Ellie a stern look.

The music begins back up- I hadn’t even noticed it turn off. I follow behind Ellie and Dina and follow them into one of the back rooms of the downstairs of the house. I sit on one of the couches as they speak in a corner of the room. I’m in shock and don’t hear most of it. After what feels like hours, they finally finish talking and Dina leaves the room. Ellie holds her bloodied hand and sits on the sofa beside me.

“Sorry” she finally mutters. “Ellie what the fuck was that” I screech- startled by how loud I said it. “I shouldn’t have- he was just over stepping” she says, shaking her hand and looking down at her already bruised knuckles. “I wasn’t gonna let him” I said reassuringly and let my arm snake around her. “Yeah I know - just pissed me off” she says. “Makes me really jealous- because you’re mine” she tells me. For some reason her words go straight to my core and I get immediately horny- which embarrasses me. “Should’ve done worse” she mutters and I roll my eyes for the millionth time. “You shouldn’t have hit him at all” I snap.

“He would’ve just tried it again” she says- finally looking at me. “I’m a big girl Ellie- I can handle myself” I snap back. “You’re only mine okay?” She says after a minute of silence. I don’t respond because my cheeks are burning. She brings her bloodied hand over and rests it on my thigh. “Only mine” she mutters, sliding her hand up and down. I don’t say anything, she quickly brings that hand up to my jaw and turns my head to look at her. “Say it” she snaps, her eyes dark now with lust. I gulp hard and try not to squirm away.

“Do I have to remind you who you belong to?” She asks and leans in closer. I shake my head quickly. “I think I do” she says and closer the gap between our lips. The kiss is desperate and sloppy- making me let out little needy moans. She moves her hand to the back of my neck and sits up so she can push me back against the couch. She’s on top of me now and lets her free hand rest on my thigh. Grabbing at it every couple of seconds.

I groan as her hand gets closer to my clothed cunt. “You want me to show you that you’re mine?” She asks out of breath from the kissing. “Ellie- we can’t” I groan and look around the empty room. “Someone could walk in” I mutter, looking over at the door. “Come here” she says quietly, grabbing my hand to help me up. We leave the room and begin to walk down the hall to the bathroom. She opens the door and looks around to make sure no one is here. “Go on” she says nodding her head towards the empty bathroom. “We can’t” I say with wide eyes. “Want me to make you?” She says in a low voice making me weak at the knees.

I let out a shaky breath and walk in and watch as she locks the door behind us. “I don’t want you to ever speak to him again” she says, coming over and pushing me gently against the vanity. “You hear me?” She asks and begins to lean her head down to suck on my neck. “Fuck-Ellie” I groan and tilt my head back. “Tell me you won’t” she whispers against me- making me shiver with need for her. “I won’t” I croak out and grab the back of her hair as she sucks harshly.

“Ellie- stop you’re gonna leave a mark” I say, but she just sucks harder. “Good- need to let everyone know that I own you baby” she groans and pulls her head away to look at the mark. “Mmm fuck yeah” she smirks and bites down on her lip a little. I brush a piece of my hair being my ear and watch as she undresses me with her eyes. She steps forward and begins to tug on my top. “Wanna see your tits okay?” She says and lifts it over my head. She brings her hands around to my back and un clips my bra-letting it hit the floor- leaving my tits bare. “So perfect” she groans and leans in to kiss them. “And all mine” she says before sucking on them. “Oh my god Ellie” I moan as she swirls her tongue around them.

“Feels so good” I groan and meet her eyes as she continues sucking. “All mine?” She asks out of breath in between licks. I groan instead of answering- too focused on how good she’s making me feel. “Fucking answer me” she snaps and slaps my left tit harshly to get me focused. I let my head hang back a little as the sting turns into pleasure. “A-all yours” I moan and she grins. “Good girl” she says and begins to leave sloppy kisses all the way down to the hem of my trousers. My chest rises and falls quickly as she kisses closer and closer.

“You want me to show you who owns this pussy?” She smirks and has both her hands gripping the hem. “Show me you own me Ellie” I moan and she lets out a low chuckle. “I will baby”. She begins to un button my jeans before pulling them all the way down. Leaving me just in my panties. “Aw look at you” she coos and kisses the wet spot on my panties. “So wet for me angel” she groans and my cheeks burn with embarrassment of how needy I get for her. “So cute” she adds and lets her fingers curl around the waistband before pulling them off slowly.

“Fuck” she mutters under her breath as she sees how wet I am for her. “So messy- I need to taste you”. I flutter my eyes shut as her warm breath fans over my pussy. I let out a high pitch groan as her tongue swipes up to my clit a couple of times making my hips move. “Come here” she says and lifts me up onto the vanity and spreads my legs. She begins to suck on my clit harshly and lets spit drool out from her mouth, making it even messier. “Ellieeee” I moan out and she smiles into me. Her hands come up to wrap around and grab the fat of my hips. She pulls me in closer, eating me out desperately. “Ellie- that feels so- so good” I whine out.

“Good girl- enjoy it” she says. I grip the edge of the vanity and my knuckles begin to turn white. Her eyes stay on my face as it changes with pleasure. Her tongue goes down to swirl around my hole. “Please Ellie” I plead and she hums. “What do you need” she asks, bringing her hand up to tease my wet hole. “I need ur fingers” I whine and she chuckles. “Want me to fill your tight hole is it?” She smirks and I bite my lip a little and nod my head.

She doesn’t hesitate to bring her veiny hand up and lines two fingers up to my pussy. “Aw you’re dripping” she groans- eyes so focused on my cunt. Her two fingers slide in with ease and she lets out a low moan as she does it. My hips jerk a little at the feeling of being filled and I try scoot away. “Don’t move” she almost growls and her other hand grips my hips tighter, letting her fingernails dig in a little. Her fingers pump in and out faster and I can’t control my moans anymore. “Good girl - taking me so well aren’t you” she groans and my ears fill with the wet sounds of her fucking me.

Her fingers curl a little and hit my sweet spot just right, making my eyes water. “Shit- Ellie” I moan loudly and a knock on the door startles us both. “Shhhh” she hushes. “Someone in there” a voice calls out, her fingers still fucking into me. “Bathroom is in use dude” she yells and winks at me. “Ellie-stop” I say and grab her hand to try and stop her movement. “It’s okay - relax” she reassures and we hear the footsteps walking away. “See?” She mutters and begins pumping them in and out even faster this time. “Let me make you cum” she groans and I nod my head.

She slides in another finger and I gasp as she stretches me out. “Good girl- you can take it” she mumbles and looks up at me through her eye lashes. The feeling gets too much and I instinctively close my legs. “Keep them open” she snaps and takes her hand away from my thigh to pry them open. “I wanna see ur pretty pussy when you cum” she says. “Please” I whine out as I feel it coming. “Please what Hm?” She groans and goes faster, making tears fall out of my eyes.

“Make m-me c-cum” I get out and she nods her head as I clench around her. “Whose girl are you?” She asks as I roll my eyes back with pleasure. “Y-your girl” I shriek out as I cum all over her fingers. She continues sliding them in and out as I ride out my orgasm. “That’s right” she smiles and takes her fingers out and stands up. She inches closer to me and leans her forehead against mine- looking me in the eyes as she puts her fingers up to my mouth. “Clean them” is all she says and I quickly open my mouth. I suck lightly on them and she groans while watching.

She takes them out and places a small kiss on my forehead. “Let’s get you dressed” she says and helps me pick up my clothes from the floor. I begin putting them on when another voice calls out. “Someone using the bathroom?”. I freeze as I finish putting the clothes on. It’s Elijah’s voice. Ellie huffs out and she grabs the handle of the door. We go out into the hall and we’re met with a familiar face- a bruised one. He scoots back a little when he sees Ellie. “All yours” she mutters and he shuffles in quickly, making Ellie chuckle. “Let’s go home?” She asks and I nod. “Okay- I love you Ellie” I say to try and help reassure her after earlier. “I know- I love you too”.

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SBI headcanons awooga

Some headcanons and things for my sbi fd! Abandoned amusement park fic lol 

Here's the link if you haven't read it btw 

SBI last name is Reid, DT last name is Jackson btw lmao, i probably won't mention it much though unless it's like Mrs Reid for the sbi mom y'know

This has Tommy, Techno, Wilbur and Phil included; lmk if a dt post would be a good idea too 

Tommy

The youngest brother, he’s seven lmao what a child

Even though he’s the youngest, he’s also the most confrontational and will gladly ‘fight’ anyone who talks bad about his brothers 

He can’t fight

He’s very tall for his age but is also extremely light since he’s always running around 

Phil tries to get him to try new foods a lot but Tommy’s a really picky eater

...Tantrums.. Every time he doesn’t get his way

This lead to his brothers spoiling him quite a bit, he’s still sweet enough though since Phil has had many stern conversations with him about being nice to people 

Has a toy music boy, with collectable discs

Wilbur got his first disc for him, it’s his most prised possession 

Every time he does all of his chores (which are really just small things like clean up after himself and keep his room tidy) someone, whether its his Mum, Wilbur or someone else, gets him a new disc 

Techno got him ‘Pig step’ for his seventh birthday and he listens to it every night before bed 

One time he snuck downstairs while Techno and Wilbur were having a sleepover and watched the horror movie they were watching without them realising it. Techno and Wil were the ones to get into trouble since Tommy wouldn’t sleep for a week afterwards. 

Techno had to read him a story every night until he stopped thinking he was going to be eaten by a demon in the middle of the night 

Drinks way too much caffeine for a kid, someone take this boys coke away

He’s got a habit of biting his nails, which has left him with some pretty crooked teeth, which will probably need to be fixed with braces when he’s older. 

It’s also gross because he climbs so much there’s almost always dirt under his nails 

Hasn’t really grasped the whole concept of not saying everything he thinks yet

Oh my god someone shut this boy up

He still believes in Santa and The easter bunny too

One time Techno told him Oogie Boogie from the nightmare before christmas was real and he cried

He talks a lot in school because he finds it boring but he’s also very good at maths and English for his age

Wilbur 

Middle child, Wil is 13. Techno’s twin 

He’s pretty insecure about his music even though he’s been playing his whole life

That’s why he likes being able to practice in L’manburg, there’s no pressure to be perfect when he’s alone with his brothers 

Super extroverted and confident in everything else though, Since Techno can’t talk to most people, he usually tries to speak for both of them

After realising that Techno didn’t really like it when he said ‘Techno thinks’ a lot, back in primary school, he adapted to trying to speak for what Techno wants without making Techno’s issues obvious

They tell people who need to know, but for people they’ll only talk to a few times they usually just get away with Wilbur acting super obnoxious and loud so it seems like Techno just doesn’t have room to talk, rather than that he can't 

It’s easier than getting into it since they don’t feel like most people will understand

has separation Anxiety, when he’s not with his brother he doesn’t relax/ feel safe at all. If it happens at school he won't do his work at all/ Will probably just leave the room and try to find Techno

Everyone kinda knows this and they try to suit things around it without saying it outright 

He’s kinda embarrassed, he likes to think he’s the one protecting Techno but really they need each other the same amount 

Techno gets this though, He doesn’t mind if wilbur has a bit of a saviour complex, he’ll play along if it makes him happy 

They’re working on it with their Therapist though so don’t worry, he won't grow up to be an ass

Interests (besides music) include: 

Watching obscure documentaries 

Disney movies, favourite is peter pan 

  Skating 

He and Techno got Picked on in primary school for being so close, he learnt kickboxing so he could defend himself if things ever got physical. Luckily they didn’t but he still knows how to kickbox so watch out

Almost always turning in homework late, he’s good at talking his way out of Detentions though. 

And when he cant talk his way out, Techno finds a way to get detention too

He’s VERY protective of his younger brother(s(he was born first so he likes to insist that Techno is his little brother)) 

That’s good for the most part but he can be a little overbearing sometimes, he’s got detention many many times for cussing out people who so much as looked at Techno wrong 

When he’s feeling guilty he mumbles a lot 

Techno 

Middle child, 13. Wilbur’s twin

Has selective Mutism, completely fine talking to Wilbur, Only talks to Tommy and Phil if Wil is there too but other than that he’s completely fine talking to them as well. He speaks to his parents but not as openly as he does with his brothers, with them its usually very quiet, one word sentences 

Like Wilbur, separation Anxiety also, It’s not as bad as Wilbur’s is though, Wil just makes him comfortable enough to talk with his brothers, he can deal with being without Wilbur but he absolutely doesn’t want to

He can be a bit arrogant and possessive of his brothers at times, he’s a bit scared of them leaving him because he can be so difficult so he has a tendency to be cold to any new people they bring home 

Interests include: Pvp games, ancient china, farming

He was hyper-fixated on a cartoon when he was younger and now he has multiple cosplays from it that he’ll probably never wear again

His hair is LONG and pink, they never figured out why it grew so fast or why it was pink but it is lmao 

When he was born his parents were terrified, they thought he had some kind of rare condition that was going to hurt him but the doctors eventually came to the conclusion that he just had healthy hair that grew fast and the pinkness was due to an abnormality in the melanin in his system or something idk fellas im failing science pls pretend this part makes sense 

Being silent with long pink hair as a kid, he got picked on a lot. There were many instances where he just pushed kids over or hit them because they were being mean 

Since he’s the quiet one, teachers usually trust him a lot so he and wilbur used to skip class a lot, back when they got picked on, by saying they had to help another teacher do something

In an attempt to get him to be more social, his parents signed him up for violin lessons aged 8, he really liked his teacher and had even managed to speak a little to her over the past 4 years he took lessons 

Spaces out a lot 

He watches a lot of conspiracy theory videos but he doesn’t actually believe any of them, he just finds them interesting

One time he convinced Tommy they were living in a simulation and Tommy hit a kid to see if his hand would pass through

He’s spoken a few words to squidkid too since they’re childhood friends and he’s very comfortable with him. Ironically all he seems to say to him is ‘bozo’ to tease the other for saying it so often, instead of literally any other insult

Phil 

Oldest brother, 16 

Cares about his brothers so so so so so much like he will do anything to keep them happy and safe

One time he missed an exam because Tommy was sick and he wanted to take him to the doctor before anything else

Tommy was fine btw, just one of those bugs you get when you're little

Their parents are pretty distant so Phil has been pretty much raising them since he was little, he doesn’t mind though

Their parents aren’t bad people or anything, they just get called out a lot for work and can’t be at home a whole bunch, it’s a big part of the reason why Techno never got comfortable talking a lot around them

He works at a Nearby florist to get extra cash to buy his brothers things when his parents arent home

When their mum is home, he brings her flower arrangements home from work because he is sweet <3

He’s really into mythology and Folklore as well as drawing, when he was younger he had multiple sketchbooks filled up with different creatures that he had drawn 

When he, techno and wilbur were all little, he used to play a game with them where they’d describe a monster off the tops of their heads and he’d draw it for them 

Techno and Wilbur loved this and always put up Phil’s drawings on their bedroom walls 

When he was 13 he used to write angsty poetry, He told wilbur about it one day and that's when wilbur first started adding lyrics to his songs 

He can be pretty gullible, he likes to believe that people mean good no matter how hard it might be to see it that way 

He can hold grudges for a pretty long time, he’s quick to forgive when it’s himself that’s been hurt but it’s very very hard to get on his good side again if you hurt his brothers 

Watches Alien theories with techno, unlike techno he actually believes in them

Has the ‘i believe in aliens’ poster 

When they were little, he used to grow strawberry plants with techno and Wilbur, this is what prompted techno to start growing other vegetables in their garden himself

[jincherie]

tentacledipity | three

➛pairing: jimin x reader ➛genre: alien au, space au, soulmate au, wanted au, smut (coming) ➛rating: sfw ➛words: 11.1k ➛warnings: none really jimothy snaps later on ➛notes:  wow this took a while but I’m back tentacle fuckers! this one is double the size of the usual update so i hope it makes up for how long it took me a little bit. From the looks of the poll this will probably be the series I focus on first! 

also; I will add links at a later date! pls enjoy & lmk what u think!

This tale starts, as any good fiction does, with a girl crash landing on a foreign planet. And, like any good fiction, it follows a theme of serendipitous happening, and tentacles. Behold, serendipity and tentacles— or dare we call it…. tentacledipity.

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Not for the first time in your stay on this planet, you found yourself once more overcome with awe at the sheer beauty of your surroundings.

Today was a day you’d been looking forward to ever since Seokjin had asked you if you’d like to tag along three days ago—today you finally ventured past the tall, looming obsidian walls that guarded the edge of the palace’s property. You were going into town! The fabled city that nestled below the incline upon which the palace sat, with markets, stalls, parks, and all the other good things you’d heard of from Namjoon and the other humans but hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing yet. You were beyond excited, quite literally bouncing down the path beside Seokjin. Contrary to what you might have expected, the male was surprisingly unbothered by your sudden hyperactivity. In fact, you suspected from the slight bounce in his step that he was barely restraining himself from skipping down the path with you.

“Where are we going first?” you couldn’t help yourself from asking Seokjin, not for the first time. Your arms were swinging and you felt a bit like a child but were too excited to really care.

Seokjin snorted as your hastened pace caused you to trip on a dark plum-coloured branch that had fallen onto the black stone path and blended in. His arm shot out with ease and stopped you from face-planting, a sheepish laugh tumbling from your throat in response.

“Well, I have a list of supplies I am to fetch. Normally a task like this would be assigned to someone in a lesser position, but since the event is so important it has fallen onto me. Additionally, it occurred to me that you hadn’t seen the town yet and might enjoy the opportunity to venture past the palace walls.”

“Aw, Seokjinnie~” you cooed immediately, your first instinct always to give in to your playful whims. You paused your skipping to latch onto the kelkie’s arm dramatically, nearly tripping again in the process. Was it your shoes? Or were you just incredibly uncoordinated today? “How kind of you, I can always trust you to take care of me!”

Seokjin let out a loud laugh at that, allowing you to cling for a moment before he peeled you off. “I know, I’m far too generous and considerate. Combined with my incredible good looks, it is a wonder I do not have suitors lining up for miles.”

You joined him in his laughter, bracing yourself on his arm. You didn’t bother adding to that since it was already funny enough as is, and in the following comfortable silence the male’s words from earlier caught up to you.

“Wait,” you turned to face the tall male, watching as his raven hair rustled in the breeze and patches of sunlight lit his skin in a golden glow. His dark eyes swept to meet yours, the light colouring them deep chocolate. You were thankful the walk so far had been one that was mostly under the cover of the foliage because you didn’t fancy the idea of being fried alive beneath the full force of the sun’s rays. “You’re going shopping for things for an event? An important event? What’s happening?”

Seokjin seemed surprised at your question. “You don’t know?” he queried, “Jimin didn’t tell you anything?”

At the mention of the male your heart simultaneously skipped a beat and dropped slightly. A surprising mix of a reaction, but one that occurred mostly because you hadn’t actually seen the male much at all since your last encounter in the gardens. Apart from glimpses caught in hallways or through windows, he proved to be as elusive as always. Something that tickled your competitive side about as much as it disappointed you. You just wanted to see the prospective alien love of your life, damn it.

“I haven’t really seen Jimin in a while…” you said, unaware of how your face was betraying your current state of perturb. Seokjin’s keen eyes caught every shift in your features, his lips pursing in concern and curiosity at the sudden drop in your mood. He waited a few moments to see if you were going to continue before he spoke.

“You are… a little hard to read,” he noted, bringing your gaze from the ground to his face. “What are you thinking, cheeky human?”

You frowned, considering whether it was worth telling Seokjin. A part of you wanted to keep your mouth shut, simply because you felt a bit like a fool thanks to your current train of thought, but the rest of you wanted desperately to let it all out and to talk to someone. You didn’t do well with bottling things up, and your philosophy was always more along the lines of the more communication the better anyway, so you ultimately decided you may as well spill your thoughts to the curious alien walking alongside you. Besides, he knew Jimin—perhaps he could offer some important insight.

You mulled over how to word what was running through your mind for a few moments before giving up and just attempting to go for it. “I… I just can’t help but wonder… You know, he seems busy, and I don’t see him much, but sometimes it’s like…”

Pausing to order your thoughts a little more, Seokjin waited patiently for you to continue. You sighed, deciding to bite the bullet, “It’s not me, is it? Is he really avoiding me? Does he hate me that much? I know I’m a little unbearable but still… that shit hurted.”

If Seokjin was perplexed at some of your speech habits he didn’t show it, instead gazing at you with a look that was somehow thoughtful and sympathetic despite the trickle of amusement you caught glimmering behind his eyes.

“I think,” he began, turning his gaze forward as he sorted his thoughts and the two of you continued down the path; you glimpsed something just beyond the trees as you waited for him to continue. “I think… you are something he hasn’t ever encountered before. I have not ever seen anyone interact with him the way you do, so I think that if he is avoiding you… it is because he is flustered.”

You felt your mouth drop slightly, forming a tiny ‘o’ shape. Seokjin continued, returning his gaze to yours; the warmth in his eyes helped to soothe the slight aches troubling your heart a little. “But besides that, the celebration that is coming—it is… incredibly important, probably the biggest one in over twenty sweeps—sorry, years. So it could also be that he is just busy. Jimin and I have received the biggest portion of work for this, since we are the King’s closest and most trusted advisors.”

Nodding, you took a moment to process all that. What he said made sense, and to his credit… actually served to mollify your worries a little. You felt a smile beginning to tug your lips once more, already over the brief stormy spell in your mood. Wow, Seokjin was a really good counsellor. No wonder he was one of the King’s best advisors, as he so often proclaimed.

“Thanks, Seokjin,” you said sincerely, offering him a bright grin. He returned it and you allowed a moment before the curve to your lips turned sly. “Anyway… back to the important topic at hand… just what is this celebration that’s so big and important that the King’s right- and left-hand men are working so hard to organise it?”

Seokjin mirrored your look, and you knew in that instant that this shit-stirring bastard wasn’t going to spill a single drop to you. He cooed instead of an answer, reaching to ruffle your hair.

“You can wait and find out with the rest of the population,” he snickered at the petulant look on your face. “Don’t think you get any special privileges just because you are awfully endearing for a human.”

Accepting that you weren’t going to get any more out of him regarding the mysterious celebration, you instead latched onto the other part of the sentence. You batted your lashes, giving him a shit-stirring grin. “You think I’m endearing?”

Seokjin let out a loud groan, distracting you as you rounded a harsh bend in the path. “I should have known when they told me you were like me that they weren’t kidding,” he lamented, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head dramatically. “I am sorry y/n, but this planet only has enough room for one Seokjin. I am going to have to dispose of you… imposter.”

You laughed loudly at that, playful banter one of the things that truly sustains you. You opened your mouth to shoot back an equally riveting response when your attention was suddenly captured by the sight in front of you. Your mouth dropped open, eyes shooting wide. You missed Seokjin’s smug look at your current awestruck state.

You’d finally reached the town, and it was… beautiful.

Streams trickled alongside the path on either side, clear and crystalline and glimmering turquoise as they flowed between the edge of what you presumed to be a large, two-story homes built from smooth marble-like stone and the obsidian path. The road was a bit more worn as you entered the town, but still made for stunning visuals when paired with everything else. The area you were currently in appeared to be more of a residential one, the path leading to a large circular area in the middle of the section that branched off in main pathways in each direction. From those pathways more would split; short, curved stone that bridged the path to the front door of the homes over the stream, which acted as a moat of sorts around each structure. In the middle of the circle was a small water feature that had gorgeous water flora floating along the bottom pool, glistening prettily as the droplets of moisture caught the light.

“You are so easily impressed,” Seokjin mused, bringing your attention back to the current moment. The two of you had halted on the path right at the entrance to the town where the foliage ended and the buildings began. “It is as though you have never seen a residential section… what does it look like, on Earth?”

“Ugly,” you answered immediately, snorting at the shocked look that flitted across the male’s features. “I mean… some areas were pretty, but those kinds of areas are the ones that only richer people could afford. Most of the population couldn’t afford it, so they lived in places that are… less well-kept and structured.”

Seokjin seemed appalled at that, wide eyes flitting from you to the scene around you. “You mean to say that not everyone in your cities gets the same opportunity for housing?”

You nodded regretfully, Seokjin’s jaw dropping. “Most people live in decent places, but a lot of people live in housing that doesn’t have the main necessities, like clean water, or in a house that is falling apart because it is old. It’s… not great. It is better than it used to be, but there are still a lot of people who live like that—at least, there was, last time I was there. A lot of people can’t afford homes too, so they live on the street. Homeless.”

“That is preposterous!” Seokjin exclaimed, eyes alight with fury at the injustice present on your home planet—oh, if only he knew the half of it. “Everyone deserves the right to live in security! Does your ruler, your government not help them? Do they just leave them to suffer?”

You scratched the back of your neck. “I mean, a lot of people try and fix things but… humans have a long history of shitty actions and behaviours that is hard to undo. I mean, it’s part of why the environment and nature is so shot to hell. Humans ruined it.”

The male seemed to pick up how sad you were about that fact in particular, as he stepped forward and looped your arm with his.

“I do not understand the rest of your species,” he said decisively, beginning to move the two of you further into the town. “But I am glad that it was you who happened to come crashing down into our orchards. I think we have been lucky in only getting to meet the best humans.”

You let out a laugh at that, swinging your arms cheerfully. “True! And dude, even I don’t understand humans. It’s impossible.”

That brought a hearty chuckle from the male, and the two of you delved into another conversation as he led you further into the city and pointed everything out to you as you moved by it.

As the morning passed and you spent it following Seokjin around as he went to gather everything he had on the sneaky list he never let you fully glimpse, you began to grow familiar with the market portion of the town. Stalls upon stalls set up for trade, bigger boutiques and kiosks nestled into small buildings that provided shelter from the sweltering sun. While you moved through the slight crowd and cheerful chatter that filled the air, many things caught your eye, and Seokjin actually ended up purchasing a dress for you—not because you asked him to, but because he saw it and proclaimed quite loudly that it would suit you so well it was “practically made for you”. The vendor was a sweet elderly kelkie with what looked to be a tattoo curling up her neck and peeking over the edge of her jaw. When she caught you looking at it she smiled in amusement, but her attention was quickly taken by an elder male that sidled up to her with a fond look, running his hand across her shoulder and speaking to her in the native tongue you still had no idea how to understand. To your complete and utter curiosity, you noted that he had a matching tattoo in the exact same place in the exact same style. You knew better than to ask or comment on it, but couldn’t help but think to yourself how sweet that was. Ah, love. Marvellous to behold, truly.

You tailed after Seokjin like an awestruck little duckling, having to grasp the end of his shirt so you didn’t get lost. Despite how many stores and stalls he visited, the pile in his arms wasn’t that big. You supposed a lot of the things he had gone for were things that would need to be ordered and delivered to the palace for the mystery celebration. It was really burning you alive, not knowing what was going on, but you supposed that if even the people inhabiting the town by the palace didn’t know then you could bear to wait a little longer. It wasn’t like you were that left out of the loop.

As Seokjin neared the end of his list, you found yourself more than a little saddened that your trip was soon to come to an end. This was the first time you’d really been out of the palace and in all honesty, you thought you were in love with the town and the sweet townspeople who shot you bright smiles despite the fact you were very obviously not even from their planet. You knew as soon as you returned to your room in the palace that you were going to feel a sense of loss and emptiness. Now that you’ve tasted freedom, could you go back to what you had before? That sounded a bit dramatic, but all you meant was would you be able to resist the urge to sneak out every so often?

The answer was a very obvious no, and while you didn’t care that you were sneaking out you were a little regretful in advance for the scoldings you were going to get. Inevitable, you supposed. Couldn’t be helped.

A few of the stalls you’d passed had piqued your interest a little, but none so much that you had the urge to stop Seokjin and investigate. You were very much aware this was more of a sight-seeing trip than anything—hell, you didn’t even have any of whatever currency the Kelkie used. Actually, you take that back a little. You’d found out today that a lot of stalls aren’t that strict on the currency. Many will settle for a trade. The thing is, you didn’t think you had anything of worth to trade. Sad times in the y/n kingdom, it seemed.

Things changed when you began on your way out of the market area though, as you turned with Seokjin and caught sight of something glimmering in your peripheral. You halted on the spot, head whipping and a loud gasp tearing from your lips. Was that… jewellery? Seokjin, who had halted when you did, seemed amused that the thing that had finally caught your attention after a morning of wandering was sparkly metals and jewels.

You’d planned on just staring at the door to the boutique, and jumped when Seokjin spoke, his voice closer than you’d anticipated.

“You want to go have a look?” he queried, grinning when you turned to him with wide eyes shining hopefully. “Alright, let us go.”

You couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across your face, eager to follow the tall male into the boutique and keep up the duckling act from earlier. The outside was a sleek mix of black, navy and white marble-like stone, a sign of similar material placed by the door and engraved, with the letters painted pretty silver to stand out against the inky colour of the backing. You couldn’t read it, of course, but were happy to go and investigate nonetheless. Discoveries were more exciting when you had less clues as to what they were!

A soft tinkle rang above you as the two of you entered, the inside of the store painted a smooth, deep teal colour on some walls and stark pearl on others. There were rows of jewellery along the walls and on the short aisles in the middle of the room, but some of them looks peculiarly shaped and you weren’t sure what they were for… until you glanced one in particular with a barbell-like sculpt and realised belatedly that this was both a jewellery and piercing boutique. Your surprise must have shown on your face because Seokjin ended up laughing softly from beside you.

You were startled from your keen observations of the pretty jewels by a low voice from deeper into the store. Jumping in fright, your gaze whipped up; further towards the back there was a counter, more jewellery displayed on shelves beneath, and a tall Kelkie male who possessed broad shoulders, deep golden skin and a cheery smile. He was speaking in the language native to Kilkhea, if the familiar clicks and rolling sounds were anything to go by, and his gaze was flicking between you and Seokjin. He seemed pleased to see the advisor, marks across his cheeks and arms flushed calm blue.

To your surprise, in your curious observation of his features you found he had a number of piercings. Two jewels embedded in the skin under the outer edge of each eye, large, thick silvery hoops in his ears and a piercing just below the plump flesh of his bottom lip, the metal supporting a thin charm that dangled prettily against his chin as he talked.

The conversation went right over your head as Seokjin let out a laugh and responded in kind, patting your shoulder as he said something that was no doubt about you.

You let your gaze wonder as they conversed, brought back to the present when Seokjin suddenly addressed you.

“y/n, this is Hyunwoo,” Seokjin said, smiling big. “He is the town’s main jeweller and responsible for clan piercings.”

The male said something suddenly, a teasing lilt to his voice, and the Kelkie beside you snorted. “He says to call him Shownu since that is what everyone calls him anyway.”

The male nodded, satisfied, and you couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped you. “It’s nice to meet you, Shownu! I’m y/n.”

Seokjin translated for you, and Shownu nodded at you once more with a smile. The raven-haired male beside you turned to face you in question.

“Does your clan participate in piercings?” he queried, tilting his head. “Do humans do something similar to this? You seemed like you recognised some of these…”

“Yeah, humans do it,” you affirmed, allowing your gaze to sweep over the contents of the shop before returning to Seokjin. “But I’m not sure what you mean… my clan? Do you mean my family?”

The male nodded, taking initiative to fill you in further at the sight of your confused expression. “It is tradition here for some clans—some families—to get a certain set of jewelleries and piercings on their twenty-fourth birthday. Shownu was the one who did mine— my clan does not have many interesting ones, save for the, uh… ears, and here…”

You weren’t sure what you had expected him to show you, but it certainly hadn’t been his tongue. He slipped it past his lips, and you nearly fell over in shock as you registered the sight of the pearlescent metal sitting in the middle of the flushed muscle. What the hell—had that been there the whole time?! And you didn’t even know?!

He returned his tongue back to its place, letting out a loud laugh at your shaken expression. “It was funny to show the other humans that too,” he admitted, incredibly amused. “For some reason, you never expect it.”

“It’s probably because you don’t look like the type of person who would get it back on Earth,” you said, grinning. “We don’t really get them to continue tradition, a lot of people get them just because they want them or think they’re pretty.”

Seokjin nodded, “Ah, that is true of some people here too. Do you have any, y/n?”

You nodded, pulling your hair back to show him the rings and studs in your ears. “I always wanted to get ones in other places, but I was a little scared… plus I never got the time to get them on earth, and I’m not about to look for reputable piercers in the back rooms of interspace stations.”

The Kelkie snorted at that, peering curiously at your ears and nodding in approval at what he observed. Shownu’s eyes seemed to light up as he caught sight of your bejewelled ears, beckoning you closer so he could have a look. You moved over without complaint, leaning so he could inspect the metal and jewels easier. You could hear him muttering to himself every so often, fingers softly prodding and nudging as his marked shifted shades of blue.

“Understandable,” Seokjin said, amusement curling in his tone. “But if you wanted them… why not get one here? There are many arrays to choose from.”

You fixed him with a pondering look, chewing your lip. “Would that even be okay?” you asked, worried about overstepping your bounds as a foreigner—as an alien on this planet. “Aren’t they important to you and other kelkie?”

Seokjin shrugged. “They are a rite of passage, but they are not especially meaningful aside from that. Often, they are just a marker of adulthood, and which clan you belong to. Still, some Kelkie pierce as they like. You’re human, so you are not really bound to any of our traditions. I think if you chose something, the clan that possesses that piercing would probably feel honoured you chose it.”

You hummed, mulling that over. His words soothed your worries somewhat, and as you turned your gaze over the jewels and pieces before you, your mind filtered back to the one you’d noticed earlier. The barbell, commonly used for navel piercings… something in your gut urged you towards that, and as someone that more often than not followed her instincts above all else, you were inclined to choose it.

“Do you… are there any, for here?” you queried, lifting your shirt and pointing above your bellybutton. Seokjin tilted his head, something curious yet unreadable curling in his gaze. Shownu grinned, shifting in excitement as he moved to grab a box from the top shelf behind him, bringing it back before you. Opening it, you were exposed to a soft cushion displaying a number of beautiful, intricate barbells with charms and jewels. You couldn’t help your gasp.

“Your…?” Seokjin said something in his mother tongue that you had no idea how to interpret but hazarded a guess as to what he meant. “Are you going to get it? We have time.”

“We call it a bellybutton,” you informed him, and he nodded in understanding with the slightest bit of perplexment, possibly at the name itself. Excitement began to curl within you at the possibility of finally getting to do this after hoping for it all your teen years, but you came crashing back to the present as you remembered part of why you hadn’t done it before.

“Ah, but I don’t have any money,” you said, taking a step from the counter and shooting Shownu an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I can’t believe I forgot.”

Shownu shook his head, giving you a kind smile. Seokjin said something to him, receiving a rapid response and a smile. He turned back to you grinning brightly.

“He says that he is happy to trade in the stead of currency.”

You could feel you face lit up, before you realised your predicament in that sense as well. You sighed, “I don’t have anything to—wait!”

Your sudden exclamation had both males straightening, looking on curiously. You reached under the material of your shirt, with a little difficulty thanks to the high neckline, and fished around until you found what you were looking for and unclasped the two chains that found their way into your grasp. Shownu’s eyes lit up as you pulled the necklaces from your shirt, both gold and decorated with a different jewelled charm each. They weren’t really anything special, just things you’d once gotten from a prospective suitor and thought were pretty enough to keep.

The Kelkie chattered excitedly as he took them into his hold, waving his free hand at Seokjin as he inspected them eagerly. You wondered if he was so interested because almost all of the jewellery Kelkie had was of variations of silvery metal.

“He says this is more than enough for just the piercing—is there anything else you want while we’re here?” Seokjin translated, seeming proud of you in the way you presumed a mother would be of a child who was making their first purchase.

Excited, you let your gaze wander and your mind run. Was there anything you wanted in particular? You didn’t really feel any extra need for jewellery now that you were getting one in your navel, but you didn’t want to waste the opportunity…

Your pondering came to an abrupt end when you caught sight of something to the side, something that almost seemed to glow in a bid to catch your attention. You gasped softly, moving over to inspect it closer.

It was a necklace, the chain consisting of thickly woven silver links, intertwined with a molten-grey metal you didn’t think you’d seen yet. The silver was almost pearlescent, resembling mother of pearl more than it did actual silver from your home planet, but was firm beneath your touch. The thick chain was connected by a single large hoop of a slightly cooler silver, which was engraved lightly with patterns and swirls. It was stunning, magnetising, and upon looking at it, it immediately reminded you of a certain someone.

“Wow,” you said, unable to stop your words from flowing. “This would look beautiful on Jimin…”

Ignoring Seokjin’s look of surprise, you turned to Shownu and gestured sheepishly. You expected this to be out of the price range for the trade, but figured you may as well ask. “Would this be too much…?”

Snapping out of his stupor with a strange glint in his eye and an amused curl to his tone, Seokjin relayed your question to the jeweller. Shownu instantly shook his head, offering you a smile. You weren’t sure of the answer he gave you until the Kelkie by you translated once again.

“No, he says that meets it perfectly.”

Shownu hurried to come and grab it for you, holding it gingerly as he came to place it into a small, cushioned case made of a stone that, oddly-enough, reminded you of some sort of jade. Surprised that everything was coming together so easily for you, you couldn’t stop the big dumb grin from tugging your lips.

“You know, with a gift like that, one might get the wrong idea,” Seokjin was teasing you, you knew it, but still you couldn’t help but rise to the bait.

“What wrong idea? I’m clearly trying to woo him!” you shot back, your response eliciting a cackle from the tall Kelkie. Shownu spared the two of you a fond smile as he finished tucking away the necklace, pushing it towards you in its closed case and saying something to Seokjin.

The male brightened, turning to you with a grin as you took the case into your hold, relishing the comforting weight. “Well, that will have to wait for now, cheeky human. You have a… a belly… bellybottom to pierce.”

You burst into laughter at Seokjin’s slip up, hastily going to correct him as Shownu led the two of you to a room towards the back that you hadn’t even noticed until then. The male’s cheeks heated but he took the embarrassment graciously, laughing with you as you continued snorting and prepared for the piercing.

You definitely weren’t letting go of that one any time soon.

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 As you’d expected, your return to the palace had brought on a certain sense of emptiness after experiencing what was beyond the walls. It had been a few days now, and although you wanted to get out you hadn’t really wanted to venture into town without an escort when you had no money and couldn’t speak the language. So to settle somewhat, you’d slipped past poor Jongin and Jongdae again and snuck to a certain part of the gardens you’d discovered a while ago. You really ought to make them something for their troubles—you were sure their life was much more stress-free before you rocked up.

You liked this little spot; it was nestled in one of the corners of the garden that followed the wall by the back of the palace, not too far from the kitchens now that you actually thought about it. Perhaps that added to the charm. Even so, without taking its alluring closeness to a food source into consideration, the spot had its own charms. The corner itself consisted of thick hedges with deep blue leaves and stunning magenta and cream flowers, the obsidian wall that marked the end of palace property looming close behind it. The earth was soft and plush beneath your feet, soil rich and no doubt part of the reason the main tree that had grown there had grown to be so tall and thick in diameter. The wood was peculiar, in that it was incredibly supple yet completely sturdy at the same time, and it grew in curls and curves. This meant that it was an absolutely ideal tree for climbing, but you didn’t quite have the energy for that today. You were a bit bummed, and it wasn’t entirely because you missed the town.

You had a feeling Jimin was avoiding you again.

Well, either that or he was so ridiculously busy that he had no time for anything but sleeping eating and work. You’d been trying to track him and chase him down for days to give him the present you got for him at Shownu’s shop, but to his credit he was very hard to track. You pulled out all the stops you could think of and yet here you were, no closer to catching him and instead sulking about your failure beneath a tree as you laid sprawled across the ground. You probably looked as pathetic as you felt.

You let out a sigh, patting your stomach absent-mindedly and brushing your finger over the slight bump beneath the silky material of your shirt. You’d gotten the piercing expecting to get a lot of pain and limiting instructions afterwards, but to your complete and utter surprise it was quite the opposite. After piercing you, Shownu had cleansed the site with a teal-coloured liquid that shimmered green beneath the light. It stung for the barest of moments before every single sensation of pain disappeared completely. You felt the flesh tingle and watched, wide-eyed, as it appeared to heal before your eyes. Kelkie medicine was truly something else, and you were forever thankful that you’d crash landed on this planet of all possible planets.

Shownu had simply told you to be extra mindful of it for the next week but that after that, it would be completely fine. The mixture he used sped up the healing process almost entirely, something you could barely wrap your head around, and meant that you didn’t have to face a lot of the possible complications you knew could come with these sorts of things. You’d thanked him profusely, immensely pleased with how good the piercing looked, especially with the jewellery you’d chosen, and had made sure Seokjin told him how much you liked it and appreciated it. Seeing how pleased Shownu was at your words made Seokjin’s sassy eyerolls worth it.

 Back to the source of your current lamentation, you’d left the parlour with a new piercing and a pretty necklace in a jade giftbox—a necklace you had still been unable to give to the person it was meant for.

Another sigh escaped you, eyes staring absently into the foliage above. Ah, nothing like becoming one with nature and disassociating as you attempted to sort through your thoughts and feelings. A classic move in your emotional organisation repertoire.

You’d come here for solitude, but despite that… you were actually feeling a bit lonely. Was it possible to want to be alone and around people at the same time? Because you were feeling that. Perhaps it was the slightly bummed turn your thoughts had taken that had you feeling this way. You closed your eyes, trying to clear your mind and start again so you felt less crummy. You didn’t get very far before something interrupted your concentration and scared you shitless.

“Connecting to a higher power, are we?”

You yelped loudly, eyes flying open and body lurching away from the source of the noise— a snickering Min Yoongi of course. You glared at the offending male, tempted to roll away and turn your back to him like a child.

“And what if I am?” you ask snidely, crossing your arms. “Shouldn’t you leave—I thought they didn’t allow creatures of the night into holy places, you little gremlin.”

Yoongi cackled at that, thoroughly amused, and took the invitation you most definitely didn’t give to sit beside you, leaning back against the thick trunk of the tree. Still, despite what the pout on your face might have him believe, you shuffled over to give him more room. The two of you sat in comfortable, amicable silence as his chuckles gradually calmed down, soaking in the serenity that came with such a beautiful segment of nature like the one that surrounded you now.

“So,” he began after a while, voice low above you. You didn’t bother looking to meet his eyes, it would have been too much of a struggle with the angle you were at. “What’s got you all mopey, peach cheeks?”

You groaned, fighting the urge to smack the male as he snickered softly at your expense. Yoongi looked cool and chic at first glance, but really that was just a front and he was just a goblin. Pouty whiny baby. He was fun to tease but a little too good at teasing you back, if anyone asked you. Well… perhaps that was a bit of a fib. You liked the playful banter he provided, and the fact he gave it back as good as he got. Kept you on your toes, you know?

“My prospective alien boyfriend is avoiding me,” you said, amping up the exaggeration colouring your tone because you knew he’d appreciate the humour in it. He did, letting out a snort.

“What’s new?” he snipped, before letting out a yelp as you smacked him on the thigh closest to you. “Ow! Alright sorry I didn’t mean it. Why is he avoiding you?”

“I don’t knooooooooooow,” you moaned pitifully, thrashing your arms a little like a toddler. “I’m just trying to give him this damn present I got him but he keeps turning tail and running every time he sees me, and I don’t even know if his cheeks are red because he’s blushing or because he’s exhausted from running away from me.”

You risked a glance upwards, and to his credit, Yoongi looked like he was trying very hard to contain the laughter attempting to climb his throat.

“What did you get him?” he asked after schooling himself a little, seemingly unable to contain his curiosity. You huffed, averting your eyes as you mumbled your answer.

“… a necklace.”

As expected, Yoongi let out a snort; it was as though you could feel him rolling his eyes. “Geez, careful y/n, give him a gift like that and he might think you like him or something.”

You sent him your best deadpan look, contorting your neck just to pin him with it face-on. He seemed entirely too amused with himself and it kind of really made you want to smack him. You didn’t even need to respond—you were pretty sure that not only Jimin but probably half the palace knew that you liked him by now. You blanched mentally for a moment—you hadn’t really realised it until now, but somewhere along the line in your stay here you’d progressed from simply finding Jimin attractive and voicing it to actually… liking him. Like, like-liking him. Oh god, was this a crush? Your stomach fluttered at the mere mention of his name, your heart jumped whenever he looked your way—you’d even gone and bought him jewellery without so much as a second thought.

Oh, this…. You were whipped.

Choosing to ignore that startling revelation for a moment, you released your neck from its twisted position and returned to staring mournfully at the foliage above you.

“Not that it matters, anyway,” you couldn’t help the sigh that huffed past your lips. “I can’t even find him to give him the damn thing in the first place.”

At this, Yoongi was silent for a few moments—you took the opportunity to bask in the moment a bit, taking note of the different sounds of nature that filtered through the air to brush your ears. Soft chirps from the small, violet-feathered, birdlike creatures that nested in the nooks and niches hidden in the curling wood of the tree’s branches and trunk; the faint rustling of the leaves and the soft creak of the thick, winding limbs as they swayed with the breeze. The patches of sunlight that managed to reach your form beneath the canopy were warm as they soaked your skin, but thankfully not unbearably so in such small doses. You didn’t doubt that if you weren’t mostly under the shade you’d feel like an overcooked meal by now, though.

“Well…” The sound of the male’s slow drawl brought your attention back to the conversation at hand as he began to speak, “Who says you have to give it to him in person? You could always leave it somewhere for him.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “That’s the coward’s way out,” you grumbled, crossing one leg over the other to match your arms. “How would he know it’s from me?”

Snorting at your apparent view on gift-giving and how it should be done, Yoongi leans over to peer at you, albeit upside down. “Uh, leave a note? I’m sorry, I forgot you lost most of your brain cells when you crashed here. I’ll try and be a little bit more considerate.”

Whining, you smacked him on the leg—apparently the response he was expecting since he burst into laughter as soon as you did it.

“Okay yeah, you’re not wrong about that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I can’t write or even read k-kelk—kelkoe? Whatever it is people speak here.”

You peered back in time to catch Yoongi’s nonchalant shrug. “Namjoon knows a little, why not just ask him to help?”

You opened your mouth to protest but the words died on your tongue as you allowed yourself to consider it for a moment. That… wasn’t such a bad idea, actually. Plus, Namjoon might tease you a little but at least he wouldn’t be a little gremlin about it like Yoongi or Taehyung.

“… Alright, perhaps that’s not a bad idea…” you admitted, begrudgingly. Yoongi’s featured brightened and you were witness to a sudden shit-eating, gummy grin.

“Admit it, I’m a genius,” he boasted, leaning over you to stare at you smugly. You groaned but couldn’t keep the laugh that followed from escaping.

“Never!” you refuted, reaching to smack his thigh once more. “Stay humble, if your head gets too big the few brain cells you have will get lost.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, rubbing his thigh where you got him; it wasn’t a hard hit at all but you managed to get him in one of the areas where the sensation lingered a bit. “Oh, you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”

A retort already bubbling up your throat, you sat up so you could argue a bit better. Yoongi resembled a smug cat as the two of you bickered, unaware of the eyes that watched from beyond the shrubbery, boring into you from one of the palace rooms that peered over the gardens.

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 Jimin shouldn’t be as angry as he was.

Really, he had no right. There was nothing tying him to you, or you to him—nothing that staked any sort of claim over you on his behalf. Based on this, even if he found you attractive, he should not have been feeling what he did, to the degree that he did.

Catching sight of you and one of the humans from the Queen’s crew, Yoongi, wasn’t something he had expected to spark a raging inferno of emotions within him. And yet, the second he glimpsed the scene in the far corner of the gardens, he’d been almost over-encumbered with too many feelings to name; yet one in particular was sure to rear its head and make itself known.

Jimin refused to accept that the sight of you with Yoongi had made him jealous.

Ridiculous, it was ridiculous. Ever since you’d arrived here everything had been out of whack for him—nothing had gone as it should, as it was expected, as it always had for years before your arrival. You were a threat to the knowledge he thought he had of his world and way of life—the knowledge he thought he had of himself. Jimin knew that in years past he had proven himself to be a Kelkie of exceptional control, yet the second you drew too close to him, the second your eyes met his or your alluring scent brushed his nose, he felt the limbs hidden in his back stirring to life and fighting to be free like he was some inexperienced fledgling. With your presence in the palace he was living on his toes, and the only way he’d managed to save face thus far was because he’d taken to doing his best to avoid you—something that while achieved its purpose had him feeling bittersweet. Despite the barest relief he felt, he actually found that he missed you. He couldn’t believe the audacity of his heart that it longed for you even after all the trouble you’d given him so far.

At first he had tried avoiding you simply to save himself from acting in an embarrassing manner, but lately it had been for a somewhat different reason. He could sense it lingering in the air that you moved through, could catch the new sweet undertone to your scent as it touched his senses—he didn’t know much about the human cycle apart from what the Queen had once told him, but he could tell—was acutely aware— that you were at the peak of yours. You had been close a few days ago, and he had no doubt that today you were at the height of your fertility; and he hated that he knew that, that he was so finely attuned to you in a way he never had been to anyone else. The pheromones you didn’t even seem to realise you were emitting permeated the air wherever you ventured, and shamefully even the sight of you through the window had a knot of longing forming in the pit of his abdomen. It was even more out of hand than usual with the state your body was in and he didn’t think he would last very long at all if stuck in the same room as you.

Which, incidentally, is exactly what he would be tonight.

The kitchen staff had thrown together a mock-up run of the dishes and foods that they were considering for the celebration coming, and Seokjin had insisted that everyone gather at once to try them—although he hadn’t gotten around to telling everyone yet. Jimin suspected that the male missed the nights where everyone would dine together, including the King and Queen. Knowing that, he hadn’t had the heart to refuse him, even when he realised this meant he would be stuck dining a few feet away from the human that had been troubling him so much lately.

Truly, he was at war with himself—he enjoyed your presence, more than expected, but he was also incredibly conflicted. He wasn’t against having fun and the odd passionate tryst, but with you… it felt like he longed for more than that. Which, frankly, alarmed him greatly—the only person he should be feeling that way towards is his Fated One. So, what would happen if he indulged himself in you and then in the next sweep received his Fate Mark and with it the person he was to spend the rest of his life with? Would he want them? Would he want you? The prospect of such a situation was absolutely terrifying to him, and he didn’t know how to sort through the mess of emotions and thoughts it spawned within him.

He didn’t know what to do with the way you made him feel, yet each time he saw you he grew a little weaker in his resistance to you. Why was it that the heavens had decided to curse him so?

His footsteps were a little heavier than usual as he stomped down the hall that housed his rooms, eager for a moment of reprieve before he had to start preparing himself mentally for dinner. It had been only this morning that he caught sight of you and Yoongi in the gardens, yet the mood it had thrown him into had persisted for the rest of the day as he did his duties. The ugly, icky feeling it incurred within him had clung to his insides ever since—Jimin never had liked the sensation of jealousy, the few times he’d experienced it in his life, and the same proved true now. He hated it, yet could not stop its presence at the thought of you with someone else. He shouldn’t be bothered—you were human, shouldn’t he be pleased at the prospect of you being with another human? Yet his heart clenched painfully in protest at the thought, stomach dropping. Against his better judgement, he didn’t like the idea at all.

He felt a momentary sensation of calm and relaxation wash over him as he stepped through the doorway into his room, shoulders releasing the tension they carried along the walk there. The sensation proved to be fleeting as he recalled suddenly that Yoongi would be at the dinner along with you and the other humans, and suddenly he was tense and stressed all over again. A large sigh huffed past his lips, eyes closing as he scrubbed a hand over his face and pushed his hair back a little. God, he kind of wanted to nap if only to escape the stress for a few moments.

Allowing his eyes to slide open, he surveyed the contents of his room, attempting to avoid the area with his bed lest he be tempted. Surprise filtered across his features as he caught sight of something amiss, something new that he certainly hadn’t left on his desk before leaving earlier. Curious and apprehensive all at once, he approached the soft green box with what appeared to be a note tucked neatly beneath it. Tentatively, he took the box into his hands, the stone cool to the touch and decently heavy, and retrieved the note. He was never sure whether to read or open things first, but this time he opted to inspect the paper.

He wasn’t sure what he had expected when he opened it, but it hadn’t been a note written in messy scrawl that looked like it belonged to a fledgling. It was in his language, but he had a suspicion that the person writing it wasn’t exactly familiar with it. Still, he read it, and with each word he took in he felt surprise tickle his ribs and his heart stutter excitedly. The person had forgotten to sign their name but even without it Jimin had a strong suspicion as to who had left him this gift.

Unable to stop himself from opening the box now that he knew it was indeed a gift for him, he placed the note down and took great care in lifting the lid. Inside, sitting neatly upon plush cushioning that worked well to contrast with the metal of the piece it held, was a necklace. He felt his lips part as he took it in, slightly mesmerised, fingers of his free hand brushing gently over the silver and black chain and the large hoop that connected it. Even without the knowledge that it was a gift, most likely from a certain someone, he instantly liked it. It was just his style, and the fact that they’d known…

He placed the box down, moving the hand over his heart as he felt it skip a beat once more. Once more, it seemed you were proving to be more trouble than he was capable of handling.

What on Kilkhea was he going to do?

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 When Seokjin had told you that there would be a small feast of sorts tonight and that pretty much everyone you knew would be attending, you hadn’t bothered attempting to hide your excitement at all. It had everything you loved. Food? Check. Your friends? Check. A fun family atmosphere? Check. Food? Check, check. You were almost bouncing off the walls before Taehyung laughed at you for it and you had to track him down to teach him a lesson. Seokjin had said that the food being served was all trials for the celebration that was coming, and that meant that given your food was normally good quality, this food was likely to be god-tier. You were almost drooling you were so damn excited.

Your renewed energy at the knowledge you were going to be fed well tonight meant that you were a little bit more unbearable than usual as you hung around the other humans, and by the time dinner actually rolled around you were sure Hoseok was ready to actually lay hands on you and choke you out. It was a recent development, since he’d actually joined you in your hyperactivity initially. You’d ended up outlasting him with your energy though, something that Namjoon, Yoongi and Taehyung found incredibly hilarious, and as soon as he was no longer in on your shenanigans he seemed to grow tired of them very quickly. As you all entered the small dining room where you’d be eating tonight you saw him beeline for the seat furthest away from you and couldn’t help but laugh. Did he think that would stop you? He really didn’t give you enough credit.

To your delight, even the guards you’d become so friendly with—Jongdae and Jongin as you recalled—had been allowed to sit in. The look they’d shared when they caught sight of you almost had you in stitches—especially since they were still under orders from Jimin to be keeping an eye on you and you’d slipped out of their watch earlier in the morning to spend the rest of the day free.

“Aren’t you two meant to be watching her?” Joy asked, having arrived at the same time they did and bearing witness to the fact it was without you in tow. She was more amused than anything, knowing firsthand how crafty you were, but still the two of them sputtered for an excuse.

“She—she is just so slippery!” Jongin burst, eyes wide and marks flaring a sheepish peach. “Every time we think she will cooperate, we turn our backs for a single second and when we look back she is gone!”

“And she tricks us,” Jongdae’s voice came out in a whine, pointing his finger at you accusingly. You smiled at him. “She leaves sweets and treats to distract us and escapes in our moment of weakness.”

You couldn’t hide your big, shit-eating grin because honestly you found the whole thing really funny—despite the fact you felt a little bad for deceiving them—and were having a riot listening to them talk.

“They’re gifts,” you said, no effort at all put towards sounding even remotely convincing. “Sometimes you look hungry so I leave things for you to eat, like a good friend.”

The two guards sputtered and you could hear Taehyung choking on a laugh behind you, snickering to Namjoon. Joy rolled her eyes, an affectionate smile tugging her lips, before she stepped in and urged everyone to take a seat since the food would be coming soon.

It didn’t take you long to notice that Seokjin and Jimin hadn’t arrived yet—oh the shock of excitement that bolted through you when you realised you’d finally see him—but almost as soon as you took note of that there were two familiar figures entering through the double doors and Taehyung was cheering.

“Yes! Just in time for the food to arrive—hurry and sit down we’re all hungry!”

You laughed, Yoongi snickering softly from beside you. Taehyung seemed to be right; as soon as Jimin and Seokjin entered from one door the kitchen staff entered from the other. The two hurried and took their seats, Seokjin across from you and Jimin next to him. You tried not to stare, you really did, but he just looked so good and it had been so long since you’d seen him—you kind of wanted to sob at how attractive he was. He’d donned a deep, deep purple set of silken clothes today, and when combined with his raven hair, the dangly silver earrings hanging from his lobes, the chains around his wrists and the rings sitting firmly and contrasting against golden skin on his fingers… it was a knockout look. Unable to help it, your gaze strayed momentarily to his neck on a curious whim—you wished the spike of disappointment within you wasn’t quite as prominent as it was. He wasn’t wearing it… that was fine. You hadn’t expected him to, really. Perhaps he just hadn’t gone to his room yet—

No, it was better if you didn’t think too hard about it. It was out of your hands now, you’d done your part in leaving it for him. What he did with it… technically didn’t concern you. You ignored the slight throb your heart gave and turned to the plates being placed along the table.

As the food was served there was inevitable chatter that followed, and you were surprisingly caught up with laughing at Seokjin and Yoongi, and occasionally Jongin, who was unfortunate enough to be seated on your other side and kept getting startled into dropping his food whenever you moved too quickly. Had you really traumatised them so much with your fleeing escapades?

Your natural inclination was to look at Jimin for the duration of the dinner, and you did look at him a fair bit, but for some reason tonight felt… different. It didn’t take long for you to notice that he was sitting stiffly in his seat, entire body tense, and each chew was accented with a clenched jaw that honestly had your stupid heart skipping a beat. Fuck, he was even hotter than usual. The nerve? The audacity? Right here in front of your… what was that on your plate, it looked to be a salad of sorts…?

Despite how your gaze was naturally drawn to the raven-haired male, every time you glanced towards him your attention was quickly drawn away by Yoongi or one of the others. And the second you turned from him, you could have sworn you felt eyes boring into your form with alarming intensity.  You didn’t ever catch him, he was always looking back to his plate or at someone else when you turned back, but the butterflies in your stomach and your gut feeling told you that the stare belonged to him. The thought excited you, but you were also confused. His usual response to your presence was fluster and embarrassment, sometimes he was even a little grumpy. You didn’t know what changed, but something had, and you were eager to poke and prod and find out exactly what had caused his behaviour to shift ever so slightly.

You felt the stare intensify whenever you leant closer to Yoongi, or the guard beside you. The more you experimented throughout dinner, the tenser Jimin seemed to become. You caught Seokjin shooting him looks that seemed to be a combination of concerned, knowing and amused, but he never voiced his concern out loud. He cracked a few jokes that had Jimin’s lips twitching into a slight smile at several points throughout the meal, but his features consistently fell back into their tense default.

By the time the meal was over and people began cleaning dishes up and filtering out of the room, you were absolutely itching to pounce on Jimin and resume your usual antics of annoying and flustering the hell out of him. You hadn’t seen him in a while, so the urge had built up and you were keen to make up for lost time. A part of you protested softly, the same part that stung a little more at each little sign of rejection he seemed to display, but it was easily silenced

You had a feeling that Jimin was going to try and make a run for it, and your suspicions were confirmed when not even a minute after he helped stack the plates nearest him, he was standing from his chair and bowing slightly to the table.

“Thank you very much for the meal,” he directed this to the staff, offering those that had come over a soft smile. You cursed the small morsel of jealousy that wormed its way into existence at that. “I think this line-up will work well for the event. Perhaps one or two more fruit dishes? They seem to be a favourite.”

The staff nodded eagerly, taking in his advice, and he offered them another smile before he turned on his heel and uttered that he was going to retire for the night. You could see how tensed the muscles in his back were as he walked away, posture stiff and straight. By the time you realised he was about to get away and you launched from your seat, he was already moving through the doorway. You had to act fast!

“Thank you for the meal, it was delicious—as usual!” you burst, grinning widely. The kitchen staff, well-acquainted with you by now, rolled their eyes fondly at your next words. “I will give you a full written report of my thoughts and bring it later, thank you!”

With that you ruffled Jongin and Yoongi’s hair, and then you bolted from the table, only nearly tripping once. You could hear Seokjin cracking a joke at your expense as you left but for once, ignored it. It pained you to do so, but you had a bigger objective in mind right now.

Quicker on your feet than you anticipated, you zipped through the open doorway and burst into the darkened hallway just in time to catch sight of Jimin while he was still barely visible. The lights hadn’t turned on in this hall yet, and you made sure to watch a little where you were going so that you didn’t fall flat on your face in front of your apparent crush.

You were certain he heard you coming, but just in case he didn’t you decided to announce your presence very loudly. “Jimin! Wait up, peach cheeks!”

Visibility wasn’t great in the hallway, yet you still managed to catch it as the male stiffened and halted for a moment, apparently surprised. Perhaps he hadn’t heard you coming?

When the male turned to face you, you felt your heart stutter before skipping several beats and setting off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. His jaw was clenched once more, muscles along his throat shifting as he turned his head, and his marks glowed deep rosy red—but what had your knees wobbling slightly as you ran up to him was his eyes, dark and molten and absolutely boring into you from where he stood. His tongue darted to wet his lips before he spoke, a motion you couldn’t help but trace with your eyes.

“Do you need something, pesky human?” he inquired without any real bite, and you hated that even a nickname as dumb as that had your heart leaping when paired with the velvet tone of his voice. God, you’d really starved in the days he hadn’t been around, huh.

“Absolutely,” you answered, face straight save for the twitch of your lips. “It’s something you can help me with, actually.”

Jimin tilted his head, lids lowering ever so slightly as he held your gaze. You nearly stuttered at the way it made your stomach dip. “Oh? And what is that?”

“I’m very desperately in need.” You stepped closer, just barely noticing him stiffen further. You felt your grin spread across your features, unable to contain it any longer as you leant forward, barely a foot from his face, and poked his side softly. You felt a little bit of shame at what you were about to say but pushed it away—go big or go home. “Very desperately in need of you, Mr Jimin.”

There was a beat of silence as the kelkie registered what you said, before shifted into a reaction. Except, it wasn’t anything like the pink-cheeked flustered reaction you expected.

You had barely a moment to catch the shift in his gaze, the smoulder of new fire behind his eyes, before he was stepping forward suddenly, his hands moving so fast you almost didn’t see where they went until you felt them grip your hips. A gasp escaped you as you were moved backwards quicker than you could keep up with and your back pressed to cool stone, Jimin’s front pressed against your own. Your heart leapt into action, thudding unevenly against your ribcage as you stared at him with wide, shell-shocked eyes. Fuck. Fuck what the fuck—

“You need me?” his voice was low and raspy yet still ran against your ears like rich velvet. Your stomach dipped, arousal lighting your veins on fire. His hands gripped your hips tightly, one shifting up to grasp your waist; you curved into him instinctively. “You shouldn’t say such things so carelessly.”

Your heart was racing and your mouth was open in shock—you had no idea how to even begin processing what was happening, but he didn’t wait for your mind to catch up. His fingers dug into your supple flesh enough that the slight ache melted into pleasure and had a whine building in your throat—a whine that shifted into a squeak as he pressed you further into the wall and rolled his hips against yours, sending molten desire shooting along your spine and throbbing at your core. Your pulse was out of control at this point, and you could barely catch sight of his features in the darkness.

His thumb brushed up, pressing into the flesh over your ribs through the shirt and nearing dangerously close to the underside of your breast; you felt your breath catch in your throat. It was as though your mind was filled with nothing but static and acute awareness of just how close he was, brain unable to track anything else.

“You shouldn’t push so hard, little human, I’m not sure you’d like the end result,” his voice grew lower, tone laced with such promise that it had a shiver rolling down your spine. He leant closer, full lips brushing your cheek before they moved to your ear. You felt something foreign brush against your leg, dragging up the side of your thigh before brushing the skin where your shirt had ridden up. You jerked at the slick sensation, a gasp tearing from your lips. Jimin’s voice returned, lips tickling your ear as he spoke and making your knees weak.

“You are not the only one that can play, petal.”

And then just like that he was gone, cool air greeting you in the absence of his touch, and your mind was left reeling in its attempts to catch up. Flabbergasted, with your cheeks unbearably hot and legs wobbly, you just barely caught it as he disappeared into the shadows down the hall, the darkness shifting oddly behind him. A heartbeat later and he was gone from sight completely, and you were alone in the hall with a racing heart and your skin still tingling from the remnants of his touch.

What. What…

What the fuck just happened?

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[adelindschade]

Comparing Apples to Oranges. Literally.

This is a vent. Obviously. Its been bothering more than it should and I need to put it in words, put it out there, put it past me, and forget the whole BS thing. 

Here’s the summary: I’m on a golf course now that its open for people to walk (and plenty of dogs come, too); I ask my boss if its okay to venture up there (it’s across the street!!! on my day off!!) because I saw two active golfers. 

Sure, he says. They golf at their own risk. I’m free to walk around. Also, he and some other staff will be stopping by to use the golf simulator. Feel free to stop by, say hi, grab a drink, and socialize. 

I don’t drink, let alone with coworkers. I say I’ll snag a sprite, stop by, and move on. GUESS WHAT I DID. I did just that. I watched them play golf, they let me drive one or two because I wanted to learn the sport while I’m there, and had a good time catching up. IT WAS CASUAL. IT WAS PUBLIC. Y’ALL. 

Tell me why my messy coworker is triggered AF to barrage me with long winded messages saying its an HR disaster waiting to happen. That I can’t be fraternizing with my boss. That I can’t even be texting him even though HE TEXTED ME THE INVITE after I asked him a golf -related question. That people talk and lines can’t be crossed. yada-yada. Shit I already know. 

But it’s the context!! 

I’m careful. I keep shit short. I don’t do anything different off the clock than I do on the clock. I’m consistent and I’m polite whenever we converse. It’s once in a blue moon off the clock. It can’t be construed as nothing else. It’s nice to be on good terms with him. I like to keep that civility. 

“No, you don’t get it” she snaps. “Good luck!! Good luck to you both!!” Hand-clap emoji. Like we’re in the wrong!!??

She then tells me this dime: that she knows what's going to happen because at her old place, she got in trouble for letting her drunk boss stay the night on the couch. 

Y’all. 

That is NOT the same. I’ve never been ALONE with my boss; I’ve never even been out with him off of work grounds. Our entire text exchanges are small talk - from “congrats on closing all three rings” because we link our apple watches up at work with bulk of the staff; to cat pics - stupid shit than by no means can be taken any way shape or form as fraternizing. Is this girl for real?? I’ve never been to his house; he’s never been to mine. We’ve never been alone together in the same fucking room let alone stayed the night!?!? 

How TF are those the same fucking scenarios?? And why am I being grilled about it for accepting the gesture and catching up with some of other staff? Because I was the only girl...? SO?? THERE ARE CAMERAS ALL AROUND. IF THEY THINK SOMETHING FISHY HAPPENED, THEY CAN LOOK UP THE RECORDINGS TO SEE IT WAS ALL CORDIAL AND NOBODY WAS TOUCHING NOBODY OR DRUNK AF. SERIOUSLY??? 

Maybe not the best GIF to represent how utterly DONE I am with this exchange but I feel this 120%. I purposely have all my interactions public. There are always eyes and ears around so there is a witness to attest no shady shit happened. If I visit my boss in his office - which I do a lot - the door is open and the secretary can hear me ask if I can do a side project to kill time or ask a question about using PTO. It’s always fucking work related when I’m donning my uniform. I never act any differently either. I do my job and I don’t cross personal boundaries. I don’t pry into people’s lives. If they tell me shit, I usually forget about it - its not my business and I don’t spread it. 

Unlike someone else!!!!! 

I know my ass is covered. If social calls like that on work grounds outside the clock aren’t approved, then my boss can take it up with his boss, and that’ll resolve itself, but she’s making it out like we’re flirting or some shit. Nah - its small talk, mostly work related shit, and nothing more - and most of the time is AT WORK which we haven’t been for MONTHS. Even so, mind you, ITS ALSO RECORDED SO THEY CAN CHECK THAT SHIT. WE DON’T MEET IN AN OFF-SITE LOCATION WHERE SHIT CAN BE HEARSAY. 

 This was a one time thing because I’m not catching hell for drinking a white claw which the BOSS GAVE ME after I declined 3x and opted for a Sprite instead - like I said in the text. I back my shit up with actual evidence if anyone wants to interrogate me. 

I’m mad because she’s villianizing me and I had to appeal to her fucking superior complex by groveling “ooh I’m so wrong; tell me what to do” so she doesn’t take it up a notch which I know she does. Fuck the whole “we’re friends and I always back you” thing she says to me - when habit speaks for herself. 

The same BISH LIVES FOR PETTY SHIT. She’s the first one to talk smack about this or that person; not do her part because they are lazy and she shouldn’t have to cover for them - then in turn its up to me to cover for the whole fucking lot - but never mind that; because when it comes to gossip, hmm, a hit dog will holler. She’s always scheming and spouting off BS; about clients and staff - enough so I take word with a grain of salt. 

Same bish calls our clients friends even! Like she thinks she is above protocol. I dog watch for some but I never get into personal lines. It’s all business - lmk when you need me to dog sit, here’s the price, boom - done. 

What has me stressed and heated is having my name ran through the mud for something as small as that. “Rumors can really ruin you” she warns; that staff put targets on backs all the time - huh, no surprise - and in the same breath, she jollies up and boast about how WE (because it’s an US agenda now???) now have to oust out grumpy ole Tina from her post at the front desk. 

No. I ain’t participating in that. Let karma do its own job. Tina already has a wrap. I’m not burning myself by poking my finger in that fire. I’m staying out of it. It’s not my thing. I made it this far by biting my damn tongue and worrying about my own hide; so long I do what I’m supposed to do, I’m not getting canned. 

But Miss Gossip rings threatens that rumors are going to ruin me but I’m fine because we’re friends and I just need to change up my M.O. or some stupid shit like that to avoid scandal. Like I need to appease her to avoid having my name possibly tarnished by whispers that have no foundation. I’m an open book. You see what you get. I don’t treat people any different than anyone else. Everything I say is consistent.. 

 “Oh but boss doesn’t talk to mee...” “I don’t hang out with my boss...” 

Huh - so you haven’t bragged about how you have precedent with him being a long term employee?? That you don’t play fantasy football with him and the rest of managers?? You sure like to bump shoulders with him when it comes to bragging about how untouchable you are. 

Bish. It was at work. In plain view. I was off that day and I was invited to catch up for an hour or two with the bribery of a beverage on location - no some raggedy bar outside town. It’s not like I was hanging out  one-on-one either. The place was occupied by various people. From ground keepers to accounting. Seriously?? IT WAS A GROUP THING. 

Obviously, she’s hurt by some shit; I don’t know if its a rivalry thing or if she feels left out but it wasn’t a big ass deal that she’s making it out to be or worth having it over my head because I can’t trust she’s not warping this into some ammo - fuck me, man, I just can’t win. 

[artificialqueens]

Barbie And Her Monster High Doll Chapter 2. (Adore x Trixie) - Lemonade

AN: There’s a lil moment where Trixie and Adore talk about being Native American so here’s a link to a tweet where Adore says which tribes she’s from. I couldn’t find much about Trixie being Native American other than the fact that she is, so if anyone has anymore specifics (which side of her family/which tribes) lmk!! We’ll pretend this didn’t happen and I’ll write in them talking about it in another chapter so it’s accurate. (I know this is an AU but I want to be respectful about it). That’s about it, I hope anyone reading enjoys this chapter!!

Adore. Such an odd name, Trixie thought. That odd name strangely fit her though. Trixie couldn’t imagine this girl, who had just punched a full grown man in the face to save a stranger, walking around with some name like Barbara.

“Are you sure he didn’t hurt you?” Adore questioned. Trixie nodded her head. A combination of being out of breath, anxious, in shock, and struck dumb by the memorizing woman standing in front of her left Trixie unable to speak. Adore lifted the hand Trixie had offered her into eyesight. “Really? Because your wrist has fingerprints bruised into the skin and you’ve clearly been crying.” Adore was straight to the point. The switch blade tucked away in her boot had only been pulled once, but if this man put his hands on Trixie the way Adore thought he did, she’d be the one chasing him down the street. “It’s happened to some of my friends.” Adore informed her in hopes of making Trixie more comfortable with talking to her about it. “You can tell me if he did. I’m sick of these dirtbags getting away with it. I don’t want him to get off easy if he hurt you.” Trixie’s eyes widened when she realized what Adore was implying.

“He didn’t touch me, I promise.” She was quick to clear up. Adore cocked a questioning eyebrow at her, not believing it but allowing her to continue anyway. “I think the bruises came from you pulling me.” Trixie added. Adore’s face fell, along with Trixie’s arm as she dropped it from her grasp. Adore felt like a true idiot now. “Oh. Sorry about that.” Trixie took one of Adore’s hands into both of hers. “Don’t be. You saved me from getting robbed by scar face, it could have been a lot worse than a few bruises if he decided he actually wanted to beat up a girl in a pink dress.” Trixie spoke with slight humor to ease the weight of the situation on her own mind, making Adore chuckle in the process was a bonus. “I like a girl who can joke about getting robbed fifteen minutes after it’s happened.” Trixie just smiled, her blushing cheeks not apparent since they were already splashed with color.

This girl wasn’t one to talk, Adore quickly noticed. Though, she was just saved from a robbery, then had to run across half the neighborhood to get away from the guy hunting them down. That would definitely leave the average person rendered speechless. Adore forgot at times that living like this wasn’t everyone’s reality; She was just lucky she supposed. “You should probably go home.” A hint of sadness was laced in Adore’s tone. She liked this girl, but she didn’t belong in her world. “It’s really not safe around here, which I think you’re aware of now.” Trixie nodded. The same hint of sorrow in Adore’s voice was written all over the blondes face. She couldn’t argue with her though, all Trixie wanted to do at this point was lay down in her own bed for the rest of the night–or the next three months. “I’ll walk you to your car or wherever.”

Adore watched Trixie’s face contort into an expression she couldn’t get a read on. “What’s wrong?” Trixie kicked herself for being so careless. The whirlwind of events had distracted her from the fact she had dropped her phone and money when Adore initially grabbed her. Her purse got lost somewhere between the building and the alleyway. Adore had put herself in serious danger tonight to save her ass, and she couldn’t even hold on to the items he was attempting to steal from her? You are so pathetic, Trixie repeated over and over to herself in her head, accidentally letting the words slip from her lips. “I’m so pathetic.” Her head dropped to her hands, so ashamed of herself she couldn’t even look at Adore in fear of seeing the same disdain she felt for herself all over the other girl’s face. “I dropped the money Alaska gave me to get home when you grabbed me.” Trixie cried through her hands. “My phone and purse too. Everything happened so quickly, I wasn’t even thinking. All I could focus on was running.” Trixie rambled, her words becoming more frantic as she grew more upset. “Hey. Hey, relax.” Adore stepped towards her, rubbing her hands up and down Trixie’s arms. Clearly she’s still shaken from the nights events, Adore thought. She didn’t know the anxiety bubbling in Trixie’s chest was the main contributor to her distress.

“I’ll walk you back to the building to get your stuff.” Adore offered.

Trixie lifted her head from her hands. “Is that safe?”

“Probably not, but I’ll be right by your side. If anyone messes with us I’ll punch ‘em in the face.”

Adore took Trixie’s hand into her own, easing her out of the alleyway they were originally hiding in. She had no plans of dropping the girl’s hand, the fear scribbled all over her face made Adore squeeze tighter. “We’re gonna be fine.” She reassured her matter of factly, using her free hand to reach over and rub Trixie’s arm again. She sounded so firm and sure in her words, Trixie took comfort in them. She let herself relax, at least enough to stop herself from breaking the bones in Adore’s hand from how hard she was holding onto her.

They spent the next few minutes walking in silence. The only words shared between the two were an “It’s okay,” From Adore to Trixie whenever she’d jump at the wind blowing through trees or a stray cat running in front of them.

“So Barbie,” Adore began, deciding to break the quiet that had fallen over them. She had a lot of questions for Trixie, and figured talking would distract her from getting scared at every noise she heard. It was a win win: she’d get to know Trixie better and stop her from shitting her panties any further. “what were you doing over here anyway?” If nothing happened tonight, had Adore just saw Trixie in passing, she’d assume prostitution. That was no dig at Trixie, or the way she was dressed. Adore thought she looked lovely, actually. The only girls around here who dressed to the nines at one in the morning were usually looking to make some money.

“If you keep calling me Barbie I’m gonna have to start calling you the ninety nine cent store’s version of a Monster High doll.” The insult flew from Trixie’s lips without any thought. Adore stopped dead in her tracks, accidentally pulling Trixie back as their hands were still intertwined. She felt so comfortable with Adore she forgot she wasn’t one of her friends who understood her humor and could be joked around with. That comfort quickly dissipated, replaced with anxiety as she internally berated herself.

Why do you have to be so stupid? Why do you always say the wrong thing? For once Trixie, can you act like a normal human being? Now she’s gonna hate you. She’s gonna hate you and leave you here for all the thugs to get a bite out of. Good job moron.

Adore’s cackling ripped Trixie out of her mental beat down. “I love it!” She wheezed out, voice strangled by her laughter. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard!” Trixie smiled softly as relief set into her body; Not only had Adore not been offended, but surprisingly amused by her joke.

Adore pulled herself together, wiping away the tears forming in her eyes from her intense fit of laughter. “So if I can’t call you Barbie,” She began. “can I call you gringa instead?” Adore snickered. A playful glint in her eyes told Trixie that was no term of endearment. “Depends.” Trixie said cautiously. “What does it mean?” Adore smirked, almost too pleased with herself. “It basically means white bitch.” Adore bit her bottom lip to keep her amusement from toppling over. Trixie couldn’t help but to smile at the sight of her. She looked absolutely pure, delighted with her own humor. “Actually, I’m half Native American.” Trixie shot her down, a smug look on her face knowing Adore wasn’t expecting that. “No fucking way!” Adore excitedly responded, jumping in front of Trixie while still keeping hold of her hand. She walked backwards now, blindly guiding Trixie forward. “Me too! That’s so fucking cool! Do you know what tribe you’re from?” Adore’s features had lit up with with such passion Trixie could tell she took pride in her heritage, which almost made her feel bad about not knowing much of her own. “I don’t.” She admitted with a tinge of shame in her tone. “I just know my dad was Native American.” Adore took notice of the was and made the choice to not ask Trixie anything about him. She didn’t want to risk upsetting her any further than the nights events already had. “My blood is made of Cherokee and Cahuilla tribes. I’m also Mexican, and German…and some other sort of white I can’t remember.” Adore shrugged. Trixie nodded along. “I’m just Native American with a cup of white trash.” They both laughed.

Adore skipped back to her place next to Trixie instead of in front of her. They made light conversation as they walked: what makeup brands they were both wearing, complimenting each other’s outfit, the conversation somehow switched to chocolate and now Trixie knew Adore’s favorite was dark and Adore knew Trixie’s favorite was milk. Trixie probably thanked Adore another eighteen times as she reassured her it was nothing, she was only protecting a sister.

“I just like sun chips better. I think it’s the false sense of eating hea–” “Wait!” Adore interrupted their debate on Pringles vs Sun Chips as she remember something far more important. Trixie actually stopped moving when Adore yelled. “I didn’t mean that literally.” She giggled, making sure to be gentle as to not give Trixie anymore bruises as she tugged her along.

“You never told me what you were doing around here in the first place.”

“Oh.” Trixie’s gaze dropped to the pavement. So much had happened in the past hour or so that Trixie had completely forgotten her night started out as a simple date to a party with her girlfriend. Now she had been heartbroken, almost robbed, chased by said robber, and in the midst of all this, was lucky enough to meet one of the most intriguing individuals she’d ever come across.

“I was at a party with my girlfriend–Well, ex girlfriend now.” The melancholy tone Trixie’s voice took on saddened Adore. The pad of her thumb offered soothing caresses to the back of Trixie’s hand. “Is that why you were crying? Is it the Alaska person you mentioned earlier?” Adore inquired, keeping her voice delicate as silk. Trixie bit her bottom lip, nodding yes at Adore’s question. “Well I think she’s an idiot for letting you go.” Adore spoke firmly. “I’ve only known you for like, an hour, but you seem like a sweetheart. I really like talking to you. I wouldn’t mind dating you myself.” Adore teased (though there was truth to her statement) in an attempt to perk Trixie up, nudging her softly. Trixie’s heart was in her throat at Adore’s words, her cheeks burning hot. She couldn’t stop the embarrassingly wide smile from spreading across her face. “Th-that’s really nice. I-I don’t know what to say.” A nervous laugh followed her stammering. “And you’re so easily flustered, it’s adorable.” Adore chuckled, poking Trixie’s crimson cheeks. The blush she was wearing did nothing to cover the obvious tint in her skin this time.

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“I think that’s the building.” Trixie pointed to the brick structure only a few houses down. “I dropped my purse after we started running though, we should have found it by now.” Adore wrinkled her eyebrows. A sudden feeling of uneasiness washing over the dark haired girl.

As they got closer Trixie noticed, “None of my stuff is here.” She said completely dumbfounded, turning around to look at her new friend who’s eyes widened in panic. “Trixie we have to go.” She spoke urgently, her tone making Trixie tense.

“Why?”

“If your stuff’s not here he might have come back and taken it. He could be around the corner waiting to jump us.”

Trixie felt her blood turn to ice as Adore explained herself. Her heart had sunken into the pit of her stomach. She felt frozen in fear. “Trixie?” A glossed over, distant look was in her crystal blue eyes. Adore didn’t have time to snap her out of it. “C'mon. We gotta go.” She put an arm around Trixie’s waist, guiding her to walk as fast as she possibly could.

Adore made sure to walk in the street so she could see if anyone was coming at them from either side.

“Adore?” Trixie finally spoke after a few minutes had passed.

“Yeah, Trix?”

“Where am I suppose to go? I don’t have money to get home, or my phone to call anyone for a ride.”

“What? Do you think I’m gonna leave you on the sidewalk?”

Trixie wasn’t sure if Adore actually wanted an answer to that.

“You’re staying with me tonight.”