#being short is cool because when i get hugged by tall people they like engulf me and its nice

[beanxiv]

okk, since i got the slander over with (cough, gray and runa) i decided to do the height comparison thing 😞

reminder that i was already bullied for my height so ur not allowed to say anything about it /j

characters first to last: zenitsu agatsuma (demon slayer), katsuki bakugou (my hero academia), kalim al-assim (twisted wonderland), aaron warner (shatter me), percy jackson (pjo/hoo), suna rintarou (haikyuu), nagi seishirou (blue lock), eren yeager, (attack on titan), murasakibara atsushi (kuroko's basketball)

[rrazor]

positions | m. issei

tags: fluff, mildly suggestive content

issei never knew how much he loved touching you until he was granted unconditional permission to do so. he thought he was relatively independent and someone who didn’t need as much reassurance or physical affection compared to other guys around him, like oikawa and hanamaki or even iwaizumi.

he thought he’d be fine, satisfied, content with just having you sit next to him or holding your hand or just being near you.

he thought wrong.

but he’s okay with that—you always indulged him after all, more than happy to have him close. your face lights up in a way that’s so adorable it pains him and has his fingers itching for contact.

he toys with the edge of your hoodie, watching your in-game character dash about. turning his head, he dips it into the crook of your neck, closing his eyes. his arms automatically tighten around you as he noses into the skin there.

“‘sei, you bored?”

he mumbles his “no” into your skin, smelling clean and cottony from your shower. his legs tangle with yours underneath the blankets. the side of his right foot comes up to brush against your bare calf and he begins to wish he wore shorts instead.

you hum, fingers tapping away at the screen while his slide up under your hoodie. you glance down at them before looking back to your screen again. issei grins happily behind you, gently roaming his hands across your stomach and up to cup your boobs. your skin is soft, recently moisturized. you talked about how you bought a new one, how it was “natural” and made your skin feel like velvet. he agrees, roaming his hands around and taking in all your dips and curves.

“hey!” you squeal. “i’m fighting!”

he chuckles, kissing your cheek. “and you’re gonna lose if you don’t focus.”

you huff, but to his delight, don’t tell him to stop so he lets you grumble, snickering like the cat who got the cream.

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ

he wakes up to a delirious fog, overheated and chilled to the bone. bringing his hand up to rub at his eyes, he blinks through the darkness of his room, slowly extending an arm to his phone on his nightstand.

5:37pm.

“nii-chan… room… dinner.”

he hears footsteps get closer to his door. a short series of knocks.

“issei?” your voice is soft. “are you awake?”

“yes,” he tries to say, but it comes out a rasp, too quiet. he wonders why you’re here anyways, on a school night when there’s a math exam tomorrow. an exam he hopes he’ll pass given the state he’s in.

the door opens gently, allowing the soft yellow light from the hallway into his room. you walk in, hands carrying a tray. he hears the china knock into each other.

“oh, you’re awake.”

he nods, watching you set down everything on his nightstand before putting a hand over his forehead. the steam of the mug rises and already, he can feel how dry his mouth is.

“how’re you feeling?”

he clears his throat, wincing at the amount of phlegm he’s forced to clear out. you frown, if your down turned eyebrows are anything to go by. he can’t see the rest of your pretty face behind your mask.

“been better,” he croaks.

you huff out a laugh. “got enough energy for your meds?”

he nods, sitting up just enough to make it easy to wash the pills down with water before he slumps back into bed.

“are you hungry?” you ask, sitting down at the edge of his bed.

he shakes his head, letting you touch his forehead again.

“tired? wanna go back to sleep?”

he hums noncommittally, bringing his hand up to hold onto your wrist. you run your fingers through his soft curls, making him shiver.

“go to sleep,” you whisper.

he shakes his head, pulling you hard enough that you fall over him in surprise. he wraps his arms around your torso, burying his face in your chest.

“hey,” you chide, resting on your elbows above him. “you need to rest.”

he nuzzles into your shirt, relishing in having you close. the smooth, cool cotton of your shirt a welcome feeling on his overheated skin.

“missed you.”

straight through the heart.

“i missed you, too,” you whisper.

“stay a bit?” he pleas. he knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t really help himself.

you bring the blankets up over yourself and his heart soars. he tucks himself on top of your chest, heart pounding in his chest as you pull your mask down to kiss his forehead. it’s tender, so comforting.

he falls asleep to the smell of cotton and camomile.

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ

“babe.”

you hum, lips resting against his forehead. the clock on the bedside table reads 9:48pm in muted led.

he can’t see you in the dark, tucked in so close to you. issei’s resting beside you again. because he can’t ever get enough. because that’s where he belongs, hands on your skin, head tucked into your neck. he’s tall, might as well be two metres, two whole hundred centimetres but issei adores it when he gets to be the small spoon.

“d’y’ever think about the people who got infinity symbols tattooed or those moustaches—wonder how they’re doing?”

he can hear you, feel you laugh.

“no, i would’ve never if you didn’t bring it up,” you snort. “forgot about those dumb trends.”

he chuckles softly into your pajamas, slotting himself closer to you. he can’t explain it but an overwhelming surge of love blooms in his chest when you bring the blankets up to cover his shoulders.

you’ll probably end up on opposite sides of the bed in the morning, maybe even turned away from one another. s’fine, he usually ends up scooching over to you anyways. the rise and fall of your chest slows. it’s a bit too early for him to doze off—.

“g’night, ‘sei,” you mumble, kissing his hairline. “love you.”

he nods imperceptibly, kissing where your heart is. “night,” he whispers. “love you more.”

you mumble something into his hair. he draws infinity signs on your back.

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ

today, he’s the big spoon—sorta. you’re on the train to the mitsui outlet park. it’s crowded, likely because of the kamen rider event going on. the rest of his family got there early to participate from start to finish.

it’s 11:58am and he’s caged you in between the train walls, a nice barricade from other passengers.

he’s zoning out when he hears your stomach growl.

“did you eat breakfast?”

you look up at him sheepishly. “no?”

he leans down to knock his forehead against yours, lips curling upward when you make a funny noise.

“i think i have candy in my pockets.”

his mom was giving them out in the morning after finding them in her purse. she handed him a few saying she got them from work.

“really?” your eyes glimmer as your hands reach into his pockets. your rummaging digs up two pieces of caramel. you unwrap them and feed one to him before pocketing the plastic.

“y’know i think i love you a little bit.” you grin, tongue swirling caramel goodness.

“yeah?” he snickers. “can’t blame you. i’m the ultimate catch—tall, funny, handsome.”

you roll your eyes, watching as he leans against the glass perpendicular to the doors. he stands closer when the doors on the opposite open. you raise your fists up in front of you. “i’ll have you catch these hands.”

“you could have just told me you wanted to hold hands, babe,” he chuckles, grabbing your right one and leaving a quick kiss on your forehead.

“don’t twist my words,” you grumble. your words are half spoken into his chest when he presses closer as a businessman squeezes by.

“oh, don’t worry.” he winks. “i know you and i have other plans for these hands later.”

you snort. “yeah, prayer.”

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ

issei leans back against the couch, tilting over onto the arm to rest his head as he settles into his food coma.

“issei, come back and have some marinated duck!”

he groans a little, telling his grandmother that he’d be over soon. though he could eat a lot, the walls of his stomach could never defeat nor contain the power of his grandmother.

he decides it’s a great time to take a picture of his extended stomach and send it to you.

>> (05:47) babe >> (05:47) [img.png] >> (05:48) i’m expecting

>> (05:51) what the Hell >> (05:52) tw: mpreg

>> (05:53) did you just trigger warning me?

>> (05:53) yes

>> (05:54) damn >> (05:55) well I don’t need this negativity in my life >> (05:55) relationships r built on mutual respect >> (05:56) I’ve told u I love you what more do u want

>> (05:57) nudes

>> (05:57) 😔😢😢

>> (05:58) here’s one of mine >> (05:58) [img.png] >> (05:59) 🥰❤️❤️❤️

he’s never sat up so fast in his life.

“issei, are you coming?”

he bites his tongue. “yes, grandma.”

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ

he comes back home to you two days later. he drops his bags on his bedroom floor and is about to run out the house to yours when his mom yells at him from the kitchen, “issei, sort through your things before you go!”

his shoulders slump and his head hangs but he gets it done and then he’s off.

>> (02:12) I’m home 😎😎💩 >> (02:12) wait ididnt mean the poo emoji

>> (02:13) welcome home 🌸

>> (02:13) Open the door  

you do, though it takes you a millisecond too long but he’s not going to gripe too much about it. he engulfs you in a hug the moment he sees you and nearly knocks your cell phone onto the pavement. your arms automatically go behind him. swaying, you stay there, sun shining and leaving an orange tint behind when you close your eyes.

“welcome back, ‘sei.” you nuzzle your head into his. “how was your grandma’s?”

he mumbles something but doesn’t make any effort to move. not wanting to attract stares, you slowly waddle backwards to get him through the front door. on your third step back, he just picks you up and does it himself before closing the door behind him and returning to his original position.

“‘sei,” you drawl out. “my back huurts.”

he pulls back the slightest, eager to see you up close yet wanting to keep you close. “i just wanted to hug you, is that so bad?”

“bedroom” is all you say. he frowns but lets you take him there anyways.

you sit on the bed and pat the space next to you. he instead opts to kneel down on the floor and rest his head on your thighs.

“‘sei?”

“grandma’s was good,” he murmurs, eyes closing when you run a hand through his curls. “thank you for the nude.”

you laugh and he takes the chance to get up and pull you into bed with him. he rolls you on top of him, brushing your hair away and cupping your face to pull you in for a kiss. his tongue is warm, soft, lax and you melt into him, onto him.

“wait,” he mutters.

“hm? something wrong?” you lean up a bit.

“i left your food at my place. my grandma made you some.”

you hum, leaving kisses on his jaw and swinging your legs. “we can go over later. kiss me more, please?”

he grins. “thought you’d never ask, babe.”

[isamijoo]

Antidote

Written for @gameofdrarry Exploding Snap 2021. My card was:

Write a Drarry fic of 987-1625 words following this prompt: Immediately after the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and Harry are advised to go to therapy or to see a Healer to help them develop appropriate coping strategies. How do they feel when they run into each other unexpectedly?

Title: Antidote

Author: isamijoo

Rating: T

Word Count: 1612

Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Talks about Healers and Therapy, Invisibility Cloak, Astronomy Tower

A/N: I did have some trouble with this. I'm not comfortable writing about therapies so you can see how I avoided that and instead focused more on the boys, namely Draco. I purposely kept it short because of the word limit. I included bits of what I wanted to include, so the fic ends up feeling like random scenes thrown together, which doesn't sound really appealing. But I feel satisfied with how it turned out. Thank you to @sky-is-torn for the beta!

READ ON AO3

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After the Battle of Hogwarts, the administration wanted to ensure the returning students would continue their education feeling secure and safe in all aspects. Thus, at the beginning of term, staff noticed a new door next to the Infirmary. The door, the Headmistress explained during the welcoming feast, led to the offices of two Mind Healers, Healer Park and Healer Algot.

Every student was required to meet either one of the Healers at least once. The first session was marked on each student’s schedule; skipping the session would cost house points and incur detentions.

Draco Malfoy was forced to return to Hogwarts as part of his sentencing. He joined the other Eighth Years, though he kept mostly to himself. Draco rarely sat in the Eighth Year Common Room because it was often taken up by Gryffindors, who made up a majority of their year.

Harry Potter was always around, but Draco never knew what the Saviour was up to.

Potter had cut his hair short, though still untamed and unruly. He was clean-shaven and sported a new pair of round-rimmed spectacles. He had also grown since sixth year. Perhaps now that the Dark Lord was dead, he finally had time to eat properly.

Sometimes their eyes would meet during classes or meals — silver with green.  Potter would stare at him, unblinking. Draco was always the first one to look away.

~~~

When it was time for Draco to visit the Healers, he went without putting up a fuss.

He halted at the door when he saw Potter in the waiting room. Potter was seated in one of the two armchairs, slouched and flipping through a magazine. He hadn’t noticed Draco yet.

Draco walked to the registration desk, which was manned by a thin woman with greying hair. There were two white doors beside her, each labelled with the name of a Healer.

After registering, Draco was instructed to take a seat. The only available one was beside Potter, who now had his gaze fixated on Draco, magazine forgotten.

“Malfoy, how are you?” Potter smiled.

Draco lowered himself onto the armchair, back straight and hands folded in his lap. “I’m fine, thank you,” he said stiltedly.

“It’s good to see you here,” Potter said. “What are the odds of the two of us having a session at the same time? Maybe they arranged the timetable in alphabetical order."

Draco tilted his head and regarded Potter curiously, which made the other wizard chuckle nervously.

“You know, like the Sorting. I went directly after you.”

“The Sorting in first year? You remember that?”

Potter shrugged, mumbling, “I remember a lot of things about you.”

“Look, Potter,” Draco muttered wearily, cheeks warm. “Why are you talking to me?”

Potter rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re not children anymore, Malfoy. The war is over.”

Before he could retort, Draco was called to meet Healer Park while Potter went into Healer Algot’s office. Healer Park was a middle-aged gentleman with kind brown eyes. Draco wasn’t too forthcoming, so the Healer just asked him harmless ice-breaking questions. After an hour, the Healer gave him another appointment slip for the following week.

Potter got the same slip too.

Before they exited the waiting room, Potter suggested they grab some snacks from the kitchens. Draco grudgingly agreed; he was feeling bleak and could use some sweets to lift his mood.

As Potter led the way, Draco observed Potter’s gait. If Potter stood straight, he would be almost as tall as Draco. But now he walked with his shoulders hunched, as though the act of saving the wizarding world had also thrust its problems onto his teenage shoulders.

Draco wondered how much Potter knew about legends of the Greek Titans, of Atlas and the globe on his back. If Draco offered to tell the story, would Potter place his head on Draco’s lap and listen attentively, like Draco had done with his mother when he was a child?

In the kitchen, they sat together on a wooden bench, surrounded by treats and desserts. Potter talked openly and happily, as if enjoying Draco’s company. He remained this way — treating Draco in a friendly manner — until they reached Draco’s private dorm. He was the only Slytherin who had returned for Eighth Year so he had a room to himself.

“I had a great time, Malfoy.” Potter beamed. “I’ll see you around.”

Draco said nothing as he watched Potter walk away.

~~~

The following week, they met in the Healers’ waiting room again. Potter talked while Draco listened, basking in his attention and drinking in Potter’s bright green eyes and straight white teeth.

When Draco sat in front of Healer Park, he opened his mouth and, as though channelling Potter’s energy, shared his deepest regrets with a stranger with kind eyes.

~~~

The Healer had advised Draco to seek forgiveness.

Draco apologised to Potter at the Astronomy Tower, overlooking the school grounds while the cool breeze chilled him to the bones. Once the words were out, he couldn’t stop. His mind yanked at each of his mistakes, uprooting all his flaws from his first year, from the first time he spoke to Potter, from the moment he was born until he felt raw and sick.

He hadn’t noticed that while he spoke, Potter had gently guided him inside and sat them both on the steps. Potter was silent as tears streaked down Draco’s face.

When speech finally failed him, Draco wiped his face with a sleeve. Potter slid closer and engulfed Draco’s thin body in a hug.

Potter apologised for sixth year, for the scars on Draco’s chest, for failing to help when he could’ve.

Their first kiss, clumsy and laced with longing, tasted like rainwater.

~~~

Draco’s obsession with Potter was insatiable.

Potter was like an addictive potion. If you’d never had it, you could live and die happily, not knowing what you had missed. But once you get a taste, you’d want more and more and yet, it’d never be enough.

Draco couldn't count the number of times they dragged the other inside alcoves or empty classes for a snog. Potter’s lips were warm, delicious, sometimes even sweet. He kissed with a passion Draco envied, with his whole body leaning in and his hands all over Draco like a starving man.

Being the centre of Potter’s attention was like standing on the surface of the sun. Draco’s skin burned at every contact with Potter’s hard body, but with the heat came pleasure.

Draco was infatuated.

And maybe, just maybe, it was the same for Potter.

~~~

The first time Potter pulled off his Invisibility Cloak in front of Draco, the blond had yelped in surprise and accidentally banged his head against the headboard.

Potter climbed into Draco’s bed, clad in only a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. “Are you afraid of people finding out about us?” he asked, his warm body pressed to Draco’s side.

Draco shrugged. His father was in Azkaban, his mother was sentenced to home arrest for 15 years, his family name tainted, his family fortune would deplete quickly if he didn’t take over the family business once he graduated.

Draco didn’t want to think about the outside world. It was too scary.

But having this with Potter wasn't any less terrifying. Nobody would be pleased to learn that The Saviour was sharing a bed with a Death Eater. Any animosity would certainly be directed at Draco. He was a criminal, after all.

Potter had nothing to lose, while Draco would lose everything.

Suddenly his vision blurred and he found himself looking through a layer of translucent fabric. Potter had spread the Invisibility Cloak over them.

“There.” Potter sounded smug. “No one can see us now.”

Draco’s body shuddered with laughter as Potter rolled on top of him. The cloak cascaded down Potter’s head and Draco’s fingers brushed its velvety texture while they kissed under its cover.

Was taking pleasure in The Chosen One’s embrace a crime?

~~~

“You shouldn't have saved me,” Draco murmured one night, mouth pressed against Potter’s jugular as they both lay breathless, sweaty and sated. “You should have left me in the fire.”

Potter’s arms tightened around Draco's bare body, pulling him until his long pink scars kissed Potter's brown skin.

“I left you once,” Potter whispered, lips brushing Draco’s temple. “Never again.”

~~~

“Do your friends know about us?” Draco asked when Potter took his hand on their way to the Healers’ office.

“Er, yes,” Potter admitted sheepishly. “I’m bad at keeping this a secret. Are you upset?”

Draco glanced at their clasped hands pensively. “I’m not sure. I’m not sure how I feel about this. About us.”

“Maybe we should talk with the Healers,” Potter suggested when they reached the waiting room still holding hands. “Get their advice.”

“You want to ask them for relationship advice?” Draco said incredulously.

“Why not?” Potter grinned. “Although, I should tell you before we go in…" He stepped closer, and Draco couldn’t avoid gazing into his emerald eyes. “I really like you, Draco. I think I’m in love with you.”

Rasps escaped Draco’s throat as he struggled to respond.

Potter didn’t wait for any reply. He just smiled and kissed Draco's knuckles before entering his Healer's office.

Draco stood frozen for a good five minutes before he finally went into the other office and took his usual seat on the sofa opposite Healer Park.

"How are you today, Draco?" the Healer asked gently.

"I think…" Draco closed his eyes, picturing Potter's joyful smiles and hearing his own heartbeats loud in his ears. "I think I'm in trouble."

Healer Park appeared concerned. "How so?"

Sighing, Draco leaned back. "I'm falling… for Harry Potter."

[thesvenqueen]

Jurassic Park

Rating: T (may change, who knows) Words: 2082 Pairing: Kristanna Also on AO3

Previous Chapters ( 1 )

Note: wow, look, i wrote this real quick lol faster than i expected. either way, gonna try to keep updating quickly but you know...life happens and finds a way. anyways, thank you all for the support for ch.1 hopefully i won’t let y’all done 

{Chapter 2}

To say the last few hours were a whirlwind would be an understatement. 

Soon after Dr. Hammond’s arrival and full explanation of his suggested plan, Anna and Kristoff began preparing for their weekend getaway. 

Kristoff had spent most of the time explaining to his TAs what to do while they were away, how to efficiently manage the site though most laughed when he began his explanation. Most if not all of his TA’s were well aware of the process, knew the routine like the back of their hand. Still, with it being such an important excavation and new sites being found nearly every day, he had to make sure.

This could potentially be the biggest discovery of their lives and the hell if he was going to let anyone mess it up. 

Anna worked mostly with the students: explaining the in’s and out’s, what they’re next assignment would be, what she was expecting when they returned. 

Not one of them, TAs and students alike, asked where they were going or why they were heading out. Mostly because word got around quick on this site and Kristoff was certain that they all knew who their surprise visitor was. In retrospect, it made things easier not having to explain over and over. 

Once everything was settled and planned, they were off. 

Now, after a quick helicopter ride, a few hours on a private plane (one that Kristoff had struggled to get even remotely comfortable on. Anna had giggled nearly the entire flight at him, making fun of the fact that despite how hard Kristoff tried, he failed miserably in enjoying the flight. To be fair, he’d never set foot into something so fancy and nice. He’d never felt so out of place and felt like anything he’d touch he’d ruin immediately) and one night on the island of Costa Rica, they were just one short helicopter flight away from reaching their destination.

Kristoff couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him, Anna was practically buzzing in her seat. Since they’d left the hotel, her leg hadn’t stopped bouncing, a telling sign of her anxiousness. 

“What?” She said, whipping around at the sound.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Why would you say that?” Anna said, trying to play it cool.

“I think your leg is shaking the car.”

Anna bit her lip, halting her leg, “Sorry.”

“Hey,” Krisotff said, grabbing her hand, “No need to be sorry.”

“I know I know, I just...it’s exciting! This whole thing I...never in my life did I think I’d ever meet Dr. Hammond, let alone fly on his private jet. It’s like a dream.”

Kristoff kissed the back of her hand, “I know what you mean.”

She smiled, “And the fact he’s going to help fund everything too?! Makes me excited to see what he has on this island of his.”

Kristoff hummed in agreement, “Me too.”

“Why does it feel like I’m the only one that’s excited?”

Kristoff sighed, “I am.” Truly, he was excited. This whole trip, like Anna had said, was something out of his wildest dreams. First class, fully paid, funding for three years; it was more than he’d ever imagined. But still… “I just, I have a weird feeling about this.”

“Why?” Anna asked, looking at him confused.

“He said it’s a park, a theme park, but he never said would tell us what exactly the park was. No theme or anything.” Kristoff furrowed his brows as he thought, “He never even mentioned a ride actually.” 

“Maybe he wants it to be a surprise?”

“Maybe...I’m still stuck on why he’d want us, of all people to, come approve his park. You’d think we would be the last people to be picked. Then there was the fact his lawyer had been content on the idea of us coming too…” Not content, thrilled as Dr. Hammond had put it. “I don’t know.”

Kristoff rubbed his eyes then turning to look at her with a soft smile, “Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

“Maybe…” Anna said, squeezing his hand, “But you’re not wrong. It’s all very...secretive.”

“Very.” 

“Still, whatever it is, you should still enjoy it while we can.” 

“We should.” Kristoff pulled her to him, wrapping his arm around her as she leaned against him. “Not like we’ll be getting this treatment again any time soon.”

Anna hummed in agreement, “I feel spoiled.”

“Do I not spoil you?”

“Oh you do, you really do but...definitely not like this.”

“...I’m slightly offended by that.”

-------

“Ah, my favorite couple!” Dr. Hammond called as they exited the car. He was standing next to the helicopter, again in all white but this time he held what looked to be a cane. One that oddly enough, was made to look as though it was made of bones. “I hope your trip wasn’t too bad.”

“Oh no, it was great, thank you.” Anna said, shaking his hand. “Couldn’t thank you enough for all of this, truly.: 

“Please, it was the least I could do. Want to make sure you’re both as comfortable as possible. We should be moving along shortly. Waiting on one more guest and we should be on our way.” He turned to the driver of the car, “Sir, if you could just place the bags in the copter, my pilot will assist you.”

“No need, I’ll help.” Kristoff said, moving to the trunk. 

They hadn’t brought much, only two bags which was more than enough for a quick weekend trip. As he pulled the suitcases out, he spotted another gentleman join Anna and Dr. Hammond as they walked towards the helicopter. Judging by his suit and briefcase, he must have been the lawyer that the Dr. had mentioned. 

Odd choice of attire for such a tropical location but Kristoff didn’t judge. Well, only a little as when he passed he saw the poor man sweating bullets, pulling out a handkerchief from his coat to wipe off his forehead. 

As he was handing one of their bags off to the pilot, he heard another car approaching. He didn’t turn to see the approach but heard it pull up and the engine cut off. When he handed the other bag to the pilot, he heard Anna gasp and then squeal in excitement. 

“Oh my gosh,” She yelled, Kristoff turning just in time to see Anna take off towards the car. 

There, standing next to the vehicle was a tall man with brown curly hair. He wore all black, right down to his shoes and belt. His buttoned shirt was undone just enough to show off just a bit of chest hair and a long, single crystal necklace. He was holding a leather jacket behind his shoulder, but he dropped it immediately upon seeing Anna running to him.

The man laughed as she reached him, engulfing her in a massive hug. 

Kristoff watched them as he came back to stand next to Dr. Hammond. Anna and the man continued to chat for a moment, Anna laughing at something he said as the man smirked at her.

As they made their way over, Anna’s arm looped with the stranger’s, Kristoff heard Dr. Hammond sigh.

“Dr. Hammond, if I’d known you were bringing this angel along I would’ve complied much quicker.” The man joked.

Kristoff saw Dr. Hammond force a smile, “Yes well, I have a feeling that still would not have been enough for you.” He turned then, walking towards the doors of the helicopter.

If the man heard Dr. Hammond’s remark, he didn’t react. He was still intently looking down at Anna as she giggled, a smirk on his face.

One that created just a tinge of jealousy in Kristoff. He coughed then, catching his attention and Anna’s.

“Oh, Sven, this is my husband Kristoff Bjorgman. He’s a paleontologist as well, we work together at the university.”

Kristoff reached out his hand, shaking Sven’s, “Pleasure.”

“Pleasure is mine. You’re one lucky man to have snagged this one.” Sven said, smirking back to Anna. 

She glared at Sven, “Kris, this is Sven, Sven Malcolm.” That name. Why did that name ring a bell? “He’s a mathematician.”

That caught Kristoff by surprise. “Mathematician?”

Sven chuckled, “Mostly yes, but nowadays I’m more into chaos.”

Anna rolled her eyes, “Yes, so I have heard.”

“Oh, you’ve been keeping up with me have you?”

“Only enough to know that you should’ve stuck to mathematics. Your whole chaos theory pursuit is just that, chaos.”

Oh. Now he knew where he’d heard that name. 

Sven Malcom. 

The lead theorist in the chaos theory, or at least currently. The theory itself was not a new theory, Kristoff remembers hearing about it during school but he never quite understood it. He knew the theory was mathematics based, why most theorists were mathematicians themselves, but the theory overall went right over his head. 

Something about there are patterns but then again there weren’t patterns? Something about the Butterfly effect too? 

Either way, unlike many of the others who believed within the theory, Sven was very outspoken on his belief in it. 

Extremely outspoken. 

That was why when he had gotten into trouble once, his name had made headlines. Something about after speaking at a university, he got into an intense argument with a professor after, over the chaos theory, that somehow then led to a fist fight. He remembers that part because both Sven and the professor had spent a night in jail, and when asked about the incident, Sven had just said “Well, that’s chaos for you.”

It had screamed self-centered when Kristoff read it, and now seeing Sven face to face, he had been very accurate.

The idea of Anna knowing this man was...surprising to say the least.

“It suits me.” Sven said with a grin, “Chaos is my middle name, as you are well aware.”

“Yes, as is trouble and many other words I could think of if you gave me time.”

Sven raised a hand up to his heart, a look of hurt on his face, “Such snark Anna, you haven’t changed one bit.”

Anna giggled then, “Neither have you!”

“How do you know each other, exactly?” Kristoff interrupted, sounding a little too harsh even to his own ears. 

“Oh,” Anna said, “We were friends in college! I was struggling in my math class freshman year and he offered to help.”

“You needed it.”

“Shut up, I was doing just fine. Just...needed a little assistance is all.” Anna said, “Anyways, we stayed friends after that and then just sort of faded off after graduation and that was, what, how many years ago?”

“Oh, that was such a long time ago. Making me feel quite old now.”

“You are old.”

“Not as old as you! Look at you, you’re a married woman now! Never thought I’d see the day!”

Anna gaped at Sven and smacked his arm as he just merely chuckled. 

Kristoff stood watching the two and the twinge of jealousy was blooming slowly to something much larger. 

For the love of God Bjorgman, you’re married to her. She’s your wife and he’s just her friend, get it together!

But still, something about the way Sven held himself, how he smirked, how he patted Anna’s hand, it just made Kristoff’s jaw clench.

“Alright, I think we are all set then.” Dr. Hammond said, interrupting Kristoff’s thoughts. The Dr. turned to the pilot and pointed his cane, “Start the engine Andrew, if you could please!”

Kristoff wore a small smile as Anna came back to his side, grabbing his hand. “You ready?”

He turned towards the helicopter, watching everyone climb inside. Sven said something, he couldn’t catch it as it had been drowned out by the sound of the engines, but whatever he had said had made Dr. Hammond frown, close his eyes and sigh. 

So far, there had been nothing that Sven had said that Dr. Hammond had liked. Which raised the question, if he didn’t like the man, why bring him to the park? Then again, why invite a mathematician to this theme park in the first place? What did his approval have to do with anything? 

None of it made sense to him, nothing at all. He felt just as confused about the whole thing as he did about the chaos theory. 

Kristoff sighed, mentally preparing himself for what just became possibly a very very long weekend and hoping to God he wasn’t about to regret this, “As ready as I ever will be.”

[mammons-creditcard]

How would the brothers react to an mc with gigantism? I have a female oc with gigantism so I was just kinda curious cause she is TALL

I honestly had to look this one up 👀 this is a really good ask ❗ also can I say your OCs are amazing 😭✋

I HC the brothers to be super SUPER tall because they're demons so the average is taller than humans and yeah

This depends on a lot of stuff, but I hope this gives a good idea of what it would be like uwu thank you for asking!! I really like all your asks :(( so thank you it really does mean a lot 💜❗

Lucifer

MC would be basically as tall as Luci

The only people taller than him that he knows are Dia and Beel

He'll think it's cute, actually

Easy kisses, he won't need to kneel or anything like that

Easy hugs, easy cuddles

Mans is all for it

Mammon

MC is a lil taller than Mammon

He'd be intimidated at first

Once he gets to know MC tho he'll really like cuddling MC

Hear me out, MC letting Mammon sit on their lap

He'd think it's the best

Leviathan

MC is a little taller than him

Levi is so used to anime girls being short and small

So at first he's like 👁️👄👁️

He grows to like it tho

Hear me out, Levi siting on MCs lap while playing videogames

That made me bust a BIG UWU

sorry I'm okay now ANYWAY yes uwu he also gets SHY SHY around MC like SHY SHY

Satan

MC is a little taller than him

Around the same hight, kinda

He won't mind at all

When he realizes that MC is super above average human hight he's like: ?!?!

He thinks it's cool 🥺 and he'll read about it 🥺

Asmodeus

MC is a good amout taller than him

Mans is kinda short, so yeah

But no worries, he still likes to feel MC up

And likes when MC feela him up

He just likes MC a lot as long as they give him a sufficient amount of attention

He'll actually think MCs hight is pretty uwu

Beelzebub

Let's face it, he's still a little taller than MC

Beel is a BIG BOI

But MC is also BIG

So yeah uwu he doesn't notice at first

He appreciates not needing to look down all the time to talk to you

He likes it, cuz he doesn't need to look down

Belphegor

Good amount taller than him

He loves it

Very nice cuddles

Being the little spoon will make him feel engulfed in warmth uwu

This is it. He's living the high life

Also, MC can give him piggy back rides sometimes maybe uwu

He likes it a lot

Bonus: Luke is scared of you at first SLJDKS

[lovelyirony]

Ok imma cry. Sum percy and frank stuff cause their relationship is underated or thalia/reyna platonic or romantic. Or maybe simething about sally . Sorry i just love pjo so much, any one of these 3 would be great

Tyson wanted a family reunion. 

This is great, for a wide variety of things. It gets the gang back together, Percy gets to catch up with what he’s been doing in the Forges, and it’ll be nice. 

“Bring Frank,” Tyson says, grinning. “I want to meet our new brother!” 

Percy kind of freezes, because well...Frank is a relative, he guesses? He just never really considered him a brother. 

Neither did Frank. 

“But, um, I’ll come,” he says, cheeks turning a bright red. “I don’t wanna disappoint Ty.” 

Percy nods. 

Tyson, of course, is overjoyed. He’s very happy to have his two siblings with him, engulfing them in a near bone-crushing hug. 

“Hi Tyson,” Frank wheezes out. “Wanna, um, let go a little bit?” 

The grip loosens, and they sag out a breath of relief. 

“Good to see you bro,” Percy teases, smiling. “Haven’t seen you in forever.” 

Frank sits down on a couch next to Annabeth and Leo, listening with rapt attention as Tyson brings out a bag full of inventions. He passes two out to Annabeth, and turns bright red as she genuinely thanks him. 

“He loves Annabeth,” Percy explains. “And who wouldn’t?” 

Annabeth shoves Percy’s shoulder. 

“Nerd. Tyson, thank you very much.” 

“No problem,” Tyson says. “Percy! For you!” 

Percy gets a new shield, updated on performance and reaction time, apparently. Tyson talks about the army down underwater, and Frank is impressed. He had known that Tyson had led the team, and had the very distinct call of Peanut Butter! but had never actually sat down with Tyson. 

He’s a short giant, only about two meters tall. He’s a baby when he’s next to other giants, who are about thirty more feet tall. That’s what Tyson prefers, saying he can “fit into small places.” 

(Frank laughs to himself about this.) 

It’s when Tyson produces a gift for Frank. 

“Welcome,” Tyson says, smiling as wildly as possible. 

Frank lifts the small invention out of the box, which has been wrapped haphazardly in what looks to be a cut-up gossip magazine. 

What’s inside is amazing. It’s a good watch, able to tell time in about four different countries. 

“You can pick the countries,” Tyson says. “Ripper helped me with it!” 

“Nothing so comforting as a guy with that name,” Percy quips, smiling. “It looks awesome. What’s it do?” 

“Tells time,” Tyson says slyly. 

Frank catches on. 

“What else?” 

Tyson smiles, clicking the button on the side. 

What comes out is a particularly sharp-looking sword, paired with a two-pronged spear. 

“Good for fight,” Tyson says. “Also, jumbo shrimp!” 

Frank lets out a belly laugh, bringing Tyson in for a hug. 

“Thanks man, this is...so cool. The best gift I’ve ever received.” 

Tyson smiles big, and Percy smiles back. 

It’s when Tyson goes to tell Ella all about his day and possibly get her a fancy drink is when Percy and Frank are left alone on the patio. 

“Hey, thanks,” Percy says quietly. “And for the record, I’m glad I’m brothers with someone as cool as you.” 

Frank blanches. Percy Jackson, saying he’s cool? That has to be a joke. He’s just...Frank Zhang. 

“Not everyone reacts like that to Tyson,” Percy says lowly. “A lot of people have to learn, have to realize that I’m behind him. You took it in stride. That’s...impressive.” 

Frank nods. 

“I like family,” Frank says simply. “I don’t like being rude to anyone in my family. Especially Tyson.” 

Percy nods. 

It’s a silent moment, but from then on Frank is invited to many more events and IM’s Tyson a lot. 

Percy also tends to hang out with him, and introduces him to his mother, who is a delight to be around. It makes Frank miss his own mother, but he smiles as he hugs her gently. 

It’s nice, having a sort of family. Makes him feel good. 

[sablesides-writing-corner]

The Little Mermaid With Royality?

Patton rested his fins on the rocks calmly, dragging his hand through the seaweed as he watched the sun dance in the water. His best friend in the entire ocean, Virgil, was crouched by his side, chewing on his nails.

"Virgil, if you keep knawing on those nails of yours they're going to bleed!" Patton said, batting Virgil's hand away from his mouth.

"Sorry Pat, but are you sure this is a good idea? That ship could be filled with all shirts of traps!" said Virgil, his tail flitted through the water almost enough to cause a hurricane.

Patton laughed "Of course we'll be alright! I wouldnt let anything hurt you!" he ruffled Virgil's hair. Virgil mumbled something Patton couldnt hear and they swam over to the seemingly abandoned ship.

"How could something so beautiful be dangerous?" Patton pondered aloud.

Virgil shrugged "Maybe it's the sharks, maybe the human diseases, who knows, I dont think we should be h- WHY ARE YOU SWIMMING INTO THE BOAT!-" he swam after Patton, who had already made it halfway through the ship at that point.

"Look at all of this stuff! I wonder what it all does?" said Patton, picking up a fork and poking the top of it with his fingers. Virgil sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We should probably head back shouldn't we?" said Virgil, glancing around the ship like the walls could collapse at any moment.

"Virgil! We've barely even finished exploring!" Patton exclaimed, circling yet another table of seemingly random objects. Patton was so immersed in examining the table of objects that he didnt notice Virgil speeding past him, followed by a giant shark.

"PATTON- A LITTLE HELP HERE!" Patton jolted up from the table and swerved in Virgil's direction, letting out a shocked gasp. He swam after Virgil and pulled him through a hole in the hull of the ship, swimming around the outside until they lost the shark in an anchor.

"Virgil I'm so sorry! I couldnt see it!" Patton wrapped his friend in the tightest hug he could muster until Virgil began tapping the side of his face to get him to let go.

"Its not your fault Pat, you got overexcited," said Virgil, smiling. "Now how about we go ask Remus about the stuff we got from the ship?" Patton nodded and swam to the surface. They reached the bay area where lay a merman with green scales and a moustache.

"Well if it isnt the raccoon and the kitten!" Remus clawed his way over to the edge of the rocks and peered over the edge.

Patton lay the things he'd gathered from the ship in front of him "Can you tell me what all of these do?" he said, tilting his head to the side.

Remus examined the items, he held the fork up to his face "Well, this ones obviously for hair," he said, dragging it through Virgil's bangs. The merman batted him away, annoyed.

Remus continued explaining what he assumed the human artifacts were for, well until sunset. Patton thanked him and swam back to the castle with Virgil, where his father, Deceit, was waiting for them.

"What were you thinking! You could've been killed out there!" Deceit swam back and forth in front of his son.

"But I didn't-" Patton interjected under his breath. Deceit glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "Right, not a good time for jokes, sorry," Patton swam back a bit and looked to the side.

"I've been contemplating it for a while now, I'm quite tired of you swimming off all the time to explore human ships and talk to exiled mermaids, Logan!" Deceit called toward the back of the castle. Yet another merman joined the group, and swam directly next to Patton. "Logan's going to watch you from now on, so you dont risk getting hurt anymore," said Deceit. Patton let out an indignant gasp of protest.

Logan placed a hand on his shoulder, "Its for your own good Prince Patton, he's just doing what's best to protect you,"

"That doesnt make it any better," said Patton, swimming out of the room. Virgil and Logan followed close behind. Patton ducked into a cave and swam as fast as he could through a network of tunnels, hoping to lose the two. He reemerged in a cave covered in what most would label a hoarder's heaven, but to Patton was a museum of priceless treasures.

"I just dont understand all this nonsense about humans being bad bow could a world that makes all this cool stuff be a bad thing!" Patton said, running a hand along the side of a music box.

"Maybe because it's a society of ruthless killers bent on the destruction of all of merperson kind!"said Virgil from behind him. Patton jerked backwards a bit.

"Virgil's right, the human world is in fact an utter disaster, it's best if you stay as far away from it as possible," said Logan.

Patton turned around and averted his eyes "But they've made so many good things. . ." he said under his breath. Virgil and Logan placed a hand on each of his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

"Good things dont always come from good people, and you dont actually know how they use this stuff as humans Pat," said Virgil. Patton pouted and swam back out of the cave. He surface once more to stare at the sky, Virgil and Logan joining him shortly after. The night sky was covered in gleaming white stars that sparkled in the water like diamonds. Patton continued swimming lazily in circles, watching the stars glimmering above him.

A sudden noise and spark of color above him alerted Patton to an approaching ship. Logan and Virgil called for him to come back to them, but he didnt listen. He swam up to the ship and latched onto a net hanging from the side, climbing up to an opening, where he watched the humans inside with interest.

They were all so different form each other, but one in particular caught his eye, a man with auburn hair and eyes like fire, the way the moonlight caught them it was like watching fireflies dance. A large shaggy dog bounded around him until it raised its snout in the air, and turned its eyes on Patton. Before he'd realized what had happened the dog raced over. Patton lost his grip on the floorboards momentarily, but was caught by the man.

Patton was to stunned to speak. He stayed there in stunned silence for eons. Someone called for the man and he ran off, Patton took the opportunity to flop back into the water.

"Patton what were you thinking!" Virgil swam up to him in a frenzy.

"Boys-" Patton sputtered. Logan facepalmed and dragged the two of them back under water. Only for a flash of light to alert them of debris falling into the water. Patton immeadietly began to panic. He swam through the sinking ship debris and located the fiery-eyed man, sinking toward the bottom of the ocean. Patton dragged him up to the shore as fast as he could, but he'd underestimated just how far such a trip would be. By the time he dragged the man up to the shore the sun was rising. Patton cupped his face in his hands.

"Come on, wake up, I know you can do it," Patton said, he let a few song notes escape his lips, the man blinked. Patton thought about staying until he'd fully woken up, but thought better of it as he realized how his father might react. So before the man could wake up, Patton dove under the water again.He swam back into his grotto, where Virgil and Logan awaited him, staring at a new addition Patton hadnt remembered bringing there. It was a statue of the sailor boy, and it looked so like him Patton half expected it to burst to life at any moment, and he halfway wished it would.

"We found this in the ship rubble, thought you might want it," Virgil smiled. Patton hugged him and swam around the statue, examining its features.

"Its so life-like," Patton said, smiling.

The euphoria was short lived, as the familiar hiss of Patton's father joined the chorus of ooo's and aah's from Patton while he traced the statue.

"Patton, what's all this," said Deceit.

Patton froze and spun around "D-Dad, how did you find me?" he said, backing up against the statue. Logan avoided looking Patton directly in the eyes. "Logan? This was all you?" Patton said, he sounded hurt.

"All this human obsession nonsense stops now, Patton, I'm tired of it." Deceit raised his the trident he always had at his side, and the room was engulfed in a flash of yellow. As the color subsided, Patton took in exactly how much damage had been done to his beloved grotto, and he began to cry. Only when the face of the once beautiful statue floated to the bottom of the chasm, did Patton swim away. He swam so fast that it felt as though he could form a whirlpool. He hid himself away and rested his head on a nearby rock, breaking into choked sobs.

"Poor thing. . ." said a girls voice.

"If only there was a way to help him. . ." said another.

"Oh wait, there is," the girls said simultaneously. Patton looked up. There were two eel-like mermaids wading in front of him.

"You really think you can help me?" Patton said, he dodnt know who these girls were, but at this point he'd do anything to get to the human world, to get to him even if it cost him dearly.

"Of course we can! We know someone very powerful!" said the girl with pink and blue hair.

"Follow us!" said the one with blonde and teal. Patton swam toward them, and followed them to what looked like the skeleton of a sea monster.

"Girls! What have you brought for me today!" a tall man swam out from behind what seemed like a cauldron, Patton noticed that he had many tentacles instead of one single tail, it reminded him a bit of what Remus always said he wished he had instead.

"They said you could- help me," Patton whispered. The man smiled and swam over to him, squinting as though Patton was some sort of insect he was planning to experiment on.

"Of course, a prince in love with a prince, I live for matchmaking games you know, one might say it's my entire purpose," said the man, there was something sinister in his eyes, but Patton took no notice of it. "Of course, love is never meant to be easy, I will need something from you," he said.

"But I have nothing to give you, all I held dear has been destroyed," said Patton. The man held a finger up and shook it.

"I'm not asking for material objects. . . What I require is. . . Your voice," Patton gasped and jolted backwards.

"But without my- how would I- he'd never be able to-" he tripped over the words as they fell out of his mouth.

"You're a cute boy! What more would you need! Humans only care about looks anyways!" said the man, examining his reflection in a nearby mirror. He turned to Patton and held his hand out. "Now, you'll only have three days to get a kiss from your prince, so make it quick, so do we have a deal?" he asked.

Patton looked around, the two mereels nodded at him. He turned back to the strange merman, and shook his hand.

"Good, now all I need you to do, is sing," said the man. Patton opened his mouth and the melody spilled out easier than a wave current. The man began to chant something, and Patton felt his voice begin to waver. His fins seized up in pain as though they were being torn apart with a knife, his lungs- when did he get lungs?- began to fill with water, he felt like he was going to die. Something seized him by the arm and dragged him up to the surface.

When Patton's eyes reopened he was met with the faces of Virgil, Logan, and Remus. He tried to ask what happened, but all that came out was a choked squeak, his voice was entirely gone.

"Alright Sunshine,let's get you some clothes before someone sees you like this," said Remus. Patton noted the glare he was getting from Logan, which suggested his first draft of the sentence was probably something different.

After hours of gathering enough ship sails and seaweed to make a serviceable outfit for Patton, his three friends disappeared back under the water. Patton heard barking and hid behind the nearest rock.

"Cmon boy! What'd you see!" the sailor ran out from behind the cliffs. Patton peaked over the rocks to look at him, only to get a face full of dog slobber and fall backwards.

The sailor helped him up "Oh dear- sorry about. . . that" he paused abruptly, clearly star struck. "May I- have your name?" Patton opened his mouth, before closing it abruptly, remembering his voice yet again. "You cant speak. . . can you," the sailor seemed distraught. "Well, I'm Roman," he said. Patton smiled. "Let's get you somewhere warm shall we?" said Roman, lifting him up and running to the palace. Patton's face flushed, Roman's chest was warm, and his home even warmer.

A man dresses primarily in black with dark sunglasses on approached the two, "Who's this you've brought with you Roman?" he said.

"He doesnt speak, or can't, rather, but he washed up on shore, he seems shaken up so I brought him inside," Roman smiled. Patton waved at the man, hoping he came off as friendly. Roman set him down, "Remy will show you to your room," he said, gesturing to the man in sunglasses. Remy held his hand out and Patton took it, allowing himself to be lead into a room full of the prettiest garments he'd ever seen.

It took him ages to pick out something to wear, but he finally decided on a light blue sundress and a hat that nearly fell over his face. He walked out of the room and back into the entrance way.

Roman's jaw dropped "Wow. . . you look brilliant," he said. He walked over to Patton and placed a hand on his cheek, Patton felt like he might melt on the spot. "I'm going to take us out into town, get to know you a little better I suppose," he said.

The town was the best experience that had happened to Patton. The colors and structures were beautiful. But the best part was carriage ride with Roman, watching the trees pass with his head resting on the prince's shoulder. He didnt want anything about it to change.

Ok, maybe he had lied about the carriage being his favorite part. They'd take a boat ride shortly after, and some familiar faces had helped set a mood for it.

"So, a little angel told me your name was- Patton, I believe?" said Roman. Patton nodded and smiled. "Well, Patton, I want to ask you something," Patton leaned forward in excitement.

Roman leaned forward, and Patton realized he was trying to kiss him. But in his excitement he didnt notice that two tails under the boat, tipping it over so he and Roman collapsed into the water.

Patton was mortified after that, he felt as though Roman would think it was all his fault, and the later morning didnt help much either. A mysterious man had shown up the previous night, the last night Patton had to get that kiss. To Patton's horror, he saw a ring on the man's finger.

Patton ran to his room, utterly distraught. He tried to cry, but no sound came out. He raced to the window and watched the love of his life leave with a stranger that he didnt even recognize, the raced to the docks to watch them leave, collapsing near the shore as tears fell from his eyes.

"Sunshine!!! Sunshine!!!" Patton looked up, the sun had started to set, he saw three familiar faces frantically swimming over to him.

"Its the sea witch!"

"He used your voice to hypnotize the prince!"

"We have to get you there before th wedding starts!"

The sentences jumbled in Patton's brain like a tornado. Remus grabbed him by the arm "Hold onto to me, I'll get you there," he said. Patton didnt argue, he obviously couldn't.

By the time they got to the ship Patton had already given up hope. But nevertheless the quartet ascended the ship. Virgil lunged at the witch with raging speed, an anger burned in his eyes that Patton had never seen before. Fear flickered in the eyes of the attending guests. The witch's eyes narrowed, he was finally distracted. Logan took the opportunity to snatch the necklace away from him. He held it to his ear and his eyes when wide, he slammed it into the ground and Patton felt a tingling sensation in his throat.

Roman whipped around just in time to hear Patton's song return to him, his eyes sparked with realization. "It was you- this whole time it was you-" he attempt to run to him, but the witch used his rapidly forming tentacles to knock him back, he grabbed Patton by the waist and disappeared under the water.

"LUCAN!" Patton heard his father call from below the surface, he had no time to wonder how he'd gotten there.

"Dee! It's been oh so long since I've seen you!" Patton was spun around to face his father, the cold metal of a knife was felt on his throat. "I expect you know why you're here now? Hm?" Patton felt tears falling down his face, his father's face had turned entirely green. He let go of the trident.

"DAD! YOU CA-" Patton felt the knife press further into his throat. Lucan took the trident in his other hand, and Patton watched his father shrink to the size of an eel.

"Poor Dee, he just loves so recklessly doesnt he, if only hed learned sooner when family matters, he could've avoided this whole thing couldnt he have?" Lucan smirked, and Patton realized that they were rising out of the water. He saw Logan and Virgil's faces in the water and tried to reach them, but Lucan had wrapped a tentacle around his entire body, he couldnt move.

"Now isnt this nice, you get to watch everyone you love die because you care more about a stupid obsession than your friends and family!" the words cut Patton worse than even the knife could have. Tears stung his face as he watched the whirlpool's forming in the water drag his friends underneath. He'd given up, resigned to whatever his fate may have been, when Lucan let out a scream. Patton fell, and was caught by someone. Roman had steered a ship into Lucan's side, causing him to drop the trident. The small snake under the water lunged for it, and Patton's father rose out of the water with a streak of lightning, which struck Lucan right as the ship landed another blow. Lucan sunk back into the ocean with a scream.

The skies cleared, and Patton raced through the water to embrace his father once again. "I'm so sorry. . . I never should have made that deal"

"Its not your fault, Pat, I should've known better," Deceit said, wiping the tears off of Patton's face. "I have a surprise for you," he said. Patton felt warmth envelop his body, his fins began to split again, but this time it felt natural.

He opened his eyes again to see a shining blue dress,and a pair of legs. He turned to Roman, he had abandoned the ship and was racing toward him. He embraced Patton and spun him in his arms. Deceit smiled, Virgil, Remus, and Logan resurfaced with broad grins on their faces as well.

"I'm glad we've both found out voices, I dont know what I would've done if I'd lost you forever," said Roman, planting a kiss on Patton's cheek. Patton rested his head on Roman's chest and listened to his heartbeat, and he sung his heart out as they stood there in the now shallow water, lost in their love for each other, reality only a distant memory.

[flamingo-writes]

Sweet Commander — Ace x Reader

Request: “Could I request an nsfw piece w/ an afab reader who has they/them pronouns - who’s been in a dry spell and really pent up, and either Ace or Zoro helps them out?“

[Zoro’s Version]

AN: This one is a bit sweeter/fluffier than the one about Zoro. Mostly because I have this headcannon about Ace, despite being very flirty, is terribly sweet. And I just couldn’t write him as dirty as I wrote Zoro...

Words: 3K 

Warnings: Smut, cursing. 

"Looking a little bit tense there, [Name], you alright?" The voice of your commander brought you apart from your trance as your eyes went from the wall in front of you to his tall figure approaching you

You shamelessly checked out Ace from top to bottom, every single detail in his toned body made the tension build up as you internally cursed at your abstinence.

As the raven haired approached you, you continued to devour him with your stare. Something he could notice and smirked proud with himself that you in particular were checking him out.

"Yes, Commander" You whispered with a monotonous tone as Ace raised an eyebrow at you

"Don't seem like it. Are you lying to me? You know I don't like it when people lie to me" he sat on the bench next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, his skin burning yours and bringing you closer to his shirtless self. 

Is it his devil fruit or am I really this horny? You told yourself.

"The truth is, Ace, I want to pull my insides out. That's how frustrated I am" You admitted bitterly.

"Gee, what's wrong?" His eyebrows frowned worriedly.

"I'm stupidly horny, that's what's wrong” The annoyance in your voice was dripping, and your spontaneous comment you made him giggle not sure what he was expecting to hear, but definitely not that.

"Why haven't you done something about it?"

"I tried, but it's not the same. Dealing with it by myself than actually having fun with someone else, you know?" You felt his stare on you, but avoided staring back since you knew better than talking about this to your boss while making eye contact.

"You are a work of art” Ace sighed amused “Never met someone who'd speak someone so openly about this kind of thing"

"It's because I trust you, Commander" You met his stare for a brief second, smiling at him.

"Do you trust me enough to ask for my help?" His swift comment took you by surprise as you almost choked with your own spit trying to keep your cool.

"What are you suggesting, my dearest Commander?" You looked suggestively at him as he shot you his trademark flirty smile.

"I love it when you call me Commander. It makes me feel..."

"Powerful?" You cut him off blinking innocently at him as if you didn't know the way you said the word ‘commander’ tickled his gut.

"I was going to say in control. But that too. Anyways, do you want my help?"

"Do you want to help?" You smirked at him raising an eyebrow.

"Just say the words baby” he breathed getting closer to you “...and I'll have you pinned up against the closest wall for the next twenty minutes"

Your heart raced painfully against your rib cage as you tried to gasp for air. The idea of Ace fucking you against the wall excited you, but there was something else troubling you.

"But Commander, the sun's up and everyone is out there doing their thing, what would they think?"

"Let them watch, and feel jealous of what they cannot have" With one of his hands he cupped your cheek, his dark eyes drilling into yours as you felt your skin tingle in excitement.

"I feel tempted. But no. At least not right now" looking away from his engulfing dominating stare was hard, but it needed to be done before you accepted his request and fucked him right there right then.

"How about after dinner, angel?" His thumb painfully caressing your cheek as you imagined his hands trailing everywhere else pinching your soft spots.

"Sounds better"

With that Ace leaned forward and kissed you. Like a sudden rush, desperation clung to your lips as you kissed him back at once. His lustful tongue toying with yours, messing with your head as a subtle hum escaped your lips and with it your breath.

He broke the kiss and left, as you continued to devour him with your stare, thinking about how the sun hasn't even reached its highest point in the sky.

“Fucking Ace…” You shook your head as you thought how teasing and rude it was from him to leave you craving more. You cursed at him, staring at his perfectly sculpted body and radiant personality of his as he walked away.

Ace was grinning proudly at his little mischief. A few of his crew mates looked at him, incredulous of what he'd done. As much as you caught the eye of many of the pirates in the Moby Dick, no one dared to flirt with you, since you were actual blood relative to Whitebeard, and messing with his sworn family was already a foolish move...How about his actually bloodline? No one wanted to know how that would end up.

Of course, Ace was the kind of fearless guy to do that kind of reckless thing. He had his eyes on you for a while, however, his natural flirty self made it hard for you to realize this. Although, the entire crew knew that if someone had the courage to get in your pants was Ace, and it was an undisclosed agreement, only Ace was allowed to flirt with you.

Minute by minute, you could feel your patience grow shorter, little by little, your body screamed as your imagination grew wild, trying to think about whatever Ace had in mind and what he was going to do with you.

Finally, the very familiar riot conquered the ship. Flooding with laughs and loud voices, and mugs crashing against each other. All the noise was unable to distract you from your craving, a hunger not even the delicious food before you could satiate.

Ace was sitting next to you, one of his hands on the table holding his mug of beer, as he chatted along with everyone else.

Being the decent person you intended to be, you didn't say anything about that you'd talked earlier with him. Maybe he forgot? Or maybe he was waiting for people to start leaving to bed.

However, Ace had other things in mind.

It all started as a gentle “accidental” brush of his free hand against your knee. Only to leave it resting innocently on it, his thumb gently brushing your sensitive skin. His temperature always above average seemed to melt your skin with desire, as your own desperation was starting to asphyxiate you.

Just fuck me against the closest wall, Ace you thought biting your lip.

In the meantime, your Commander noticed the reaction his touch unchained, and saw how your eyes began burning with a feeling he knew all too well.

The gentle knee touching was only the beginning.

His hand slowly traveled up your bare thigh until his fingers made it to the hem of your shorts. Caressing all the available skin on his way as you contained a hum by sipping from your mug, taking huge sips of beer.

Amused by this, Ace leaned forward to your ear, as the people surrounding you exchanged looks as if saying “It's happening, Ace decided to finally make a move on them!”

“Feeling thirsty, aren't ya?” he purred, as his breath against your skin made you shiver as you glared at him from the corner of your eye. “First, I'm gonna have my share of fun, you better be patient”

“You want me to beg, don't you?” You growled back at him as he simply kissed your cheek and winked at you.

His hand moved to your crotch where he moved his fingers pressing them gently against your clit as you felt your legs shake at his mercy.

Somehow he was still “enrolled” in the conversation, although he wasn't paying much attention. He was busier noticing the gentle blush on your cheeks and the way you bit your lip, keeping all sorts of noises he was dying to hear.

With a single motion, he managed to undo your button and began playing with your underwear, tempting you, as you kept shivering and flinching so slightly with every lustful burn he left on your skin.

This time, you leaned closer to him.

“Ace, please” you begged as he shook his head softly.

“Not yet, my darling” he answered as his hand finally slipped inside your panties as you shut your eyes for a brief second.

The thrill of anyone noticing what was happening underneath the table, at any given time enhanced every single touch, it made your heart beat stronger against your rib cage. One skilled finger rubbed against your clit, as Ace chest puffed proudly upon the realization that you were wet.

If he was going to torture you this way, so were you. You let go of your beer mug since it was your closest hand to him and gently grabbed his crotch as he quickly glared at you.

“So you're fighting fire with fire huh?” he said leaning closer to you.

“Afraid to get burned, Commander?”

“Thrilled, actually”

His dick began throbbing softly against your touch, as Ace genuinely was excited to see how this was going to end, and decided to enjoy the entire trip, regardless of how it happened.

He didn't have anything planned, and from the very beginning he thought about letting his own instincts lead the way.

People didn’t seemed to notice the dirty little game the two of you were having. And as people finished drinking, little by little they starting to leave.

However, the two of you were among the first one's to leave, since the more turned on you got, the more carried away you got with stroking him. And that meant a bigger boner to hide by the time he stood up to leave.

“The sky is clear, wanna stargazer for a while, [Name]?” Ace said pulling his hand off your underwear and holding your shoulder giving you a knowingly stare.

You let go of his growing length still trapped within Ace's shorts and proceeded to button up yours.

“Sounds like a plan” you followed along with his lie.  The two of you stood up from the wooden table, and using you as a shield to hide his boner, he walked close to you. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders as of he was hugging you from behind, feeling his dick on the small of your back.

You quickly made your way outside the wide kitchen and Ace immediately grabbed your hand and started running, pulling you with him.

“So” he began as the two of you stopped at an empty spot on the ship “you've got two options...we can either go to the head of the Moby Dick, or we can go to my room”

You thought about it for a while before you wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your toes, stealing a kiss from Ace. His hands were quick to hold your sides and wander off until they stopped on your hips.

“On one hand, the idea of having sex out in the open is very thrilling...on the other one, there's a lot more we can do in a bedroom…”

“So? What is it going to be, gorgeous?” he whispered.

“To be honest, I just want you to give me a good fuck, everything else is extra...feel free to do with me as you please, I give you complete creative freedom”

“A good fuck, huh?” Ace's eyes shone with traces of lust, feeling your heart  beat faster. “I don't work for a single round, baby. Just letting you know. I'm in, though. But I'm not gonna stop until I am done and satisfied, so, be ready for a long night”

“Your orders, Commander” You grinned.

“God, you make that word sound so much sexier” He kissed you gently. “Let's go to my room, shall we?”

The walk to his room felt eternal, and the path before you seemed to never grow shorter, as the anxiety began to twist your guts painfully with every step you took making your skin hyper reactive to every gentle brush of Ace's arm against yours.

He opened the door for you as you walked first to a rather wide room with barely any furniture in. Just a bed, and a small coffee table.

“Sit on the bed, darling. Please” the warmth of his whisper speared like a wildfire across your body as the heat between your legs began to pool eagerly in anticipation.

Once on his bed, he sat behind you. His fiery hands made their way to your shoulders where he began massaging them along with the base of your neck.

“First things first, love” torturous voice, aching against your ears “I come with a set of rules. Nothing too complicated or hard to do, but it's important to me”

“Alright. I hear you”

“First, the moment one of us doesn't feel comfortable doing something, we say it, and we stop. Consent is very important to me, got it?”

“Uh-huh” you mumbled closing your eyes as his  lustful hands fueled your greed making you hungrier and hungrier.

Making his way underneath your shirt from the hem of the neck, his hands explored your chest.

“Second, don't hold in any sounds. I like to know when I'm doing things right. Extra points if you tell me what is it that you want”

And with that, one of his hands gently grabbed one of your breast and squeezed it so very lightly, as a desperate moan escaped your lips following his rule.

“Precisely. Third, you don't get to leave as soon as we're done. I'm a hopeless romantic guy, so aftercare is important for me”

“I won't, Commander. I'm very obedient”

“God, you're killing me” he said as he pulled back from underneath your shirt. “Turn around” he purred as you smiled satisfied with yourself and did as he told you.

He grabbed you and crashed his lips against yours in a rather sweet manner, as he kissed you slowly, passionately. His hands once again made their way underneath your shirt, caressing your sensitive skin, exhaling soft whimpers into his mouth.

Just like that, your brain turned off and you gave yourself completely to him. You were now at his mercy, and he was free to do with you as he pleased. Your primitive instincts urged you to jump at him and get it over with. However, he was enjoying his slow gentle tempo.

The desperation grew wilder and wilder as he seemed to take his time with you. Tasting every bit of your sweaty skin. Your body reacting to his eagerly. Sometimes his mind drifted and accidentally burned you with his touch, but you found the pain enjoyable and gratifying.

As he noticed how you were growing desperate, with your moans and growls growing significantly louder, he decided to test your patience and kept teasing you until you begged him to finally take you.

And he did.

Strong deep thrusts, in a rather uncontrolled erratic rhythm. Dragging you up and down as he pleased, as if you were a rag doll. The room felt warmer than ever, the glasses fogged with need, clothes scattered all over, as you slowly moved across the room trying different positions and locations within the walls surrounding you.

It went on and on. Losing count of how many times you'd come undone over him, while he enjoyed one round after the other.  

By Ace's fourth round, your legs were shaking uncontrollably, as each one of your senses seemed to be so susceptible, even the smallest fragment of his breath against your skin made you moan and claw your nails to his skin.

Riding his length, your legs barely had any strength left to push yourself up and down along his erection. The air filled with echoes of each other's names, and your eyes connected to each others, tasting the lust that dominated both sets of eyes.

Jealous of his previous lovers, you realized how addicting Ace could be. And the more you kept this going, the more drunk with him you felt.

“Fuck, Ace” you growled. “you're too much”

“I'm not, love” he whispered. “Come here”

You leaned down, resting your forearms next to his head as you kissed him, still rocking your hips against him as he moaned into your mouth.

“I could get addicted to this, Commander”

He snaked an arm around your back and with a single swift move he rolled you over, leaving him on top.

“You and me both, babe” he said with a string thrust rushing a loud moan from your lips. “You feel so good, I can't get enough of it” He leaned down and kissed you.

His pace fastened rather quickly as he approached his climax, pushing you over the edge as you tightened around him so deliciously, making him reach his orgasm even quicker.

Your name escaped his lips, his forehead pressed against yours as the both of you caught your breaths, consumed by the consuming melting ecstatic.

He remained inside you for a little longer, still his forehead against yours as the tenderest of stares flooded you with a sweet tingle shivering through your body.

“Satisfied?” he said pecking your lips.

“How could I not be? How about you?”

“Very. I could sleep like a baby, now” he hummed happily as the two of you exchanged tired contempt stares.

“Let's do so” you purred.

He pulled out and held you close as he spooned you, kissing your shoulder.

“Its gonna sound cliched, and you might not believe me” Ace’s breath hit your back making your heart skip several beats. “but that was the best sex I've had in forever…”

“I aim to please you, my sweet Commander

“if I asked you to spend every night here with me, would you?” his voice, a sleepy whisper, as unconscious as it may had been made skip a beat.

“You wouldn't have to tell me twice, Ace…” Was your only response.

Ace hummed and kissed your shoulder before burying his face on the back of your neck.

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 19 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: Well, life is being hella weird lately which makes me write painfully slow but all hail the gods of the sore throats because it finally gave me the time to sit my potato ass down and finish writing this chapter! Some of this chapter is based off of a horrible experience I’ve had last Thursday, so please read the warnings carefully because some of it might be triggering. So, this time we have the perfect mix of anxiety and fluff. Cheers!

Word Count: ~4K 

Warnings: BIG FAT TRIGGER WARNING - Almost-sexual-assault. If you’ve ever been in this situation, this chapter might now be a good idea. Read at your own risk. Also, Joe/Annie shenanigans and lots of Rory.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 

Annie pushed the stroller along, rambling on to Rory to distract herself from what was about to happen. It was a beautiful, late-summer day. A slow breeze caressed her skin and blew the skirt of her yellow sun-dress. If it were any other day, Annie would bask in the sunshine, sit on a bench and indulge in some people-watching while Frankie ran about and Rory cooed at the birds flying around.

Jamie sat on a bench, shaded by a tree. He stared intently in the direction Annie was supposed to arrive in, trying to run every possible scenario in his mind. In his imagination, he expected to see an exhausted, rundown version of her. When she rounded the corner, however, all he could think of was sunshine.

He stood up to greet her, although she was still rather far away. He wore his favourite t-shirt - a grey, Heineken logo tee with the sleeves cut off, showing off his toned arms. His mop of curly auburn hair blew in the light wind. With board-shorts and flip-flops, he looked so out of place.

They both exchanged awkward smiles as Annie approached. Annie glanced down and noticed Rory had fallen asleep, so she pulled the sun-visor down to give her daughter some privacy and shade.

“Are you sure you recently had a baby?” Jamie broke the silence when Annie was close enough, a friendly grin on his face.

“Almost three months ago, yes.” Annie smiled back.

They stood in front of each other. A tense silence engulfed them. Jamie shrugged awkwardly and walked over to Annie’s side, tentatively wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a very uncomfortable side hug. Annie leaned in for a split second, a nervous chuckle following.

“Well, this is awkward.” Jamie dropped his hand and sat on the bench.

“Yeah? Well.” Annie followed and pulled the stroller closer to her. “Whose fault is that?”

“Hey!” Jamie held up both of his hands in surrender. “I come in peace!”

“You really messed everything up, you know.”

“Thanks.”

“What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t, clearly.” Jamie finally looked into Annie’s eyes. “I misread the situation. I -”

“Shut up.” Annie snapped. “Those are pathetic excuses.”

“I really am sorry for what I said.” Jamie spoke after a long, uncomfortable silence. “I know I shouldn’t have. I also shouldn’t have gone and drunk-tweeted about you for months. I shouldn’t have acted out like that. It was stupid.” He scuffed his shoe in the dirt. “Guess I just wanted your attention.”

“Did I lead you on, in any way?” Annie’s voice broke slightly. “Was it my fault?”

“I…” Jamie sighed. “No. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Where do we go from here, then?” Annie looked up at his electric blue eyes. “You can’t leave the show.”

Just then, Rory stirred. Her eyes fluttered open and saw her mum looking down at her. With waving fists, she started fussing about in her stroller.

“May I?” Jamie asked, pointing at the stroller.

Annie shrugged and picked Rory up gently. She pressed a kiss to Rory’s cheek, her lips smacking noisily. Rory giggled and kicked happily before she was passed on to Jamie.

He held her carefully and looked at her intently. She was a cute baby, that much was certain. He brought her closer to him, smiling gently at her playful babbling. She quickly took a lock of his hair and twisted it around her little fingers. Much like her mum often did at every chance she had.

“Well, she’s definitely your daughter.”

“Jamie,” Annie tugged at the hem of her dress, “I don’t… Just… don’t leave the show, you moron. Okay?”

###

Ben stood at the door to the garden, holding a tall glass of fruity smoothies in each hand. He wished he could somehow capture the moment in front of him: Rory laying on her back in a kiddie-pool, splashing around happily in the afternoon sun, with Annie keeping a close eye right next to her, wearing her favourite purple bikini top and one of Gwilym’s running shorts.

As if she could feel Ben’s eyes drilling holes into her form, Annie turned and flashed Ben a bright smile. He truly felt it could blind him right then and there. The colourful parasol Ben had placed to protect his favorite girls cast a rainbow coloured shadow over Annie’s shoulders. Her legs, however, were stretched out and away from the shade.

“You’re setting such a bad example for Rory!” Ben scolded jokingly as he approached her. “At least tell me you put on some sunblock?”

“Christ, fatherhood has made you so uptight!” Annie rolled her eyes playfully before grabbing the sunblock bottle and wiggling it. “Unclench!”

“Oh?” Ben raised an eyebrow, “well then!”

With a challenging smirk, Ben started tilting Annie’s smoothie towards the grass.

“Don’t you dare!” Annie pointed at him.

“Am I uptight?”

“Yes.” Annie scoffed. Ben tipped the glass further. The thick, ice-cold mush started sliding towards the rim. “Ben!”

“Annie, unclench!” Ben stuck the tip of his tongue out before laughing. Collapsing on the picnic blanket next to Annie, he handed her the smoothie and clinked his glass with hers. “Cheers, love.”

“Can you believe you’re nearly done filming?” Annie asked before taking a sip, humming happily at the taste.

“Just two more weeks.” Ben nodded with a small frown. “Unreal.”

“I’m really proud of you.”

“The movie’s not even out yet.” Ben chuckled.

“Still, you worked so hard.” Annie reached over and rubbed circle’s on Ben’s exposed lower back.

Ben wrapped an arm around Annie’s shoulders and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head and resting his chin on it.

“How was your little date with Jamie?”

“It went well.” Annie sighed. “He’s not leaving the show, we agreed to be friendly on set, he got to meet Rory…”

“So, are things back to normal now?”

Annie hummed and shrugged as she sipped her smoothie.  

Ben, Annie and Rory sat out in the garden until the sun started to set. A cool gust of wind blew past them, making Rory and Annie shiver at the same time, much to Ben’s amusement. Collapsing the parasol and grabbing the squealing baby, Ben led the way back in the house.

###

“We said no presents!”

“She’s three months old today!” Joe protested. “It’s really an achievement, considering!”

“Considering…?” Annie raised an eyebrow.

“She’s got you dumdums as parents…” Joe mumbled and ran away when Annie tried to hit him.

“Children, please!” Gwilym bounced Rory on his hip.

“Bloody knuckle-dragger.” Annie stuck her tongue out at Joe. “She doesn’t need another unicorn plushie!”

“Says who?”

“Her mum!”

“Pfffft.”

“Oh,” Annie rolled up her sleeves, “oh, you little -”

“Annie, do you need a time out?” Gwilym raised his eyebrows.

A moment of silence passed before Rory started cooing and trying to grab at Gwilym’s lips in her tiny hands.

“Those are attached to my face, Rory!” Gwilym mumbled into Rory’s fingers before he opened his mouth and pretended to munch on her hand. Rory squealed and grabbed at his lips again. “God, I love these little baby sausage fingers.”

“They’re more like mini-kebabs, actually.” Clara quipped.

“Can you stop comparing my daughter’s fingers to food?” Annie planted her hands on her hips. “We get it, you’re hungry. The food is on its’ bloody way!”

“Where did you order the food from?” Clara muttered, “Thailand?”

“Ha, ha.” Annie rolled her eyes.

###

“Holy shit.”

Annie froze like a deer in the headlights upon seeing the expression on Ben’s face. She wasn’t sure if it was a good sign or a bad sign. In an instant, she felt extremely self-conscious and uncomfortable.

“Annie, you look…” Ben circled around her, his eyes scanning over every inch of her body. “Holy shit.”

In a dark green chiffon midi-dress and her long, light-brown hair cascading freely down her back, Annie looked like a renaissance painting. Her make up was soft and barely there, giving her face a natural glow. Ben was mesmerised.

“I did good?” Annie looked up at him, her turquoise eyes shining.

“You did great!” Ben breathed as his hand traced the line on the deep v-neckline of her dress. “You…”

“Did you tell your mum I said hi when you dropped Rory off?” Annie asked as she went off to find her shoes.

“I did.” Ben followed her, a dazed look on his face. “She said she misses you.”

“Aw!” Annie smiled as she bent down and slipped her shoe on. Her cleavage was on full display in front of Ben. He gulped. “Benny, it’s rude to stare.”

“Do we have to go?” Ben bit his bottom lip.

“It’s your film’s wrap-party. A film you star in.” Annie laughed. “Yes, we have to go!”

“Do we? Really?” Ben pouted and flashed Annie the cutest puppy-dog eyes he could muster.

“Yes.” Annie wouldn’t budge.

“It’s just that we haven’t had a night just for us since Rory…” he murmured and decided to change tactics. Taking Annie’s hand in his, he pulled her to him so their bodies were flush against each other. “And after seeing you in that dress, I kind of want you all to myself.”

“We have to go, Ben.”

“We can be a little bit late.” He started swaying slowly, leading her in a slow dance. “Everybody will be so drunk, they won’t even notice.”

His hand slid down her back until it reached her bum. He gave it a gentle squeeze and almost growled when Annie smirked and pulled away from him. Her dress flared softly as she spun around and shrugged, looking back over her shoulder.

“We’re leaving. Now.” Annie flahsed him a smile and wiggled her bum a little. “I promise I’ll let you see me out of the dress as soon as we get home.”

“You’re a cruel, cruel woman.”

“I know.”

###

“What do you mean, you’re not going?” Joe’s voice climbed an octave. “It’s the press tour! You have to be there!”

“Sorry, mate,” Ben shrugged, “I’ve got a big project I can’t get out of.”

“And you allowed this to happen?!” Joe turned to Annie.

“Not like I had much of a say, really…” Annie laughed nervously. “He’s a big boy.”

“Well, this is just great.” Joe snarled and grabbed his glass of whiskey. “Fucking fantastic.”

“Oh, come on!” Ben huffed. “You’re overreacting.”

“Am I?” Joe hissed after sipping his drink. “Am I overreacting?”

“A little bit, yeah.” Gwil intervened.

“I mean, I’m leaving Annie with a baby while she has to get back to work, alone,” Ben started, “and she wasn’t half as dramatic as you are when I told her about it.”

“Took it like a champ, really.” Annie shrugged.

“Just because you chose a heartless succubus to breed with -”

“Watch it!” Ben interrupted Joe’s ramble with a pointed finger and a steely gaze.

“Ugh.” Joe groaned. “Alright. Fine. Don’t come on the press tour.”

“You’re in some big trouble, now…” Annie murmured to Ben behind her drink.

“But just know this, Benjamin,” Joe leaned forward, squinting his eyes to look menacing. “We’re going to have fun. Lots of it. Without you.”

“I can only imagine.” Ben nodded solemnly.

“No, you won’t have to.” A devilish smile appeared on Joe’s face. “Because we’ll take pictures. And videos. And send them to you.”

“Joe -”

“And you will eat your fucking heart out because you’ll wish you could be there with us.”

“Well, this is fun!” Annie and Clara said at the same time before erupting in giggles.

###

In the days after the boys had finished shooting, the four men spent almost every waking moment with each other. It wasn’t unusual for Annie to stumble upon Gwilym, Joe or Rami wandering about her house while Ben went out on a beer run or a food run. What she didn’t expect, however, was for Joe to walk in wearing Ben’s clothes.

“Is that Ben’s jumper?” Annie stared at Joe, her mouth slightly open. “It is Ben’s! Why are you wearing Ben’s clothes?”

“He gave it to me.” Joe shrugged.

“Did something happen to your jumper?”

“No.”

“You’re borrowing clothes, now?”

“I’m not borrowing it. It’s mine.”

Annie blinked in confusion and walked over to Joe. She circled around him. She couldn’t understand, for the life of her, why the hell he wore Ben’s burgundy jumper.

“Take it off.”

“No!”

“Joseph, this isn’t yours. Take it off, now.”

“He gave it to me!”

“Just like that? For no reason?”

“I gave him one of my awesome t-shirts, okay?”

“Nope.” Annie gestured with her hands at Joe’s torso. “Off it goes.”

“I’m not taking it off.”

“Either you take it off on your own, or I’m taking it off for you.” Annie growled.

Joe’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times as he processed what she had just said.

“Annie, do you ever listen to the words that come out of your mouth?”

“I’m counting to three, Mazzello.”

“Come at me.” Joe spread his arms tauntingly, raising his eyebrows.

“One.” Annie drawled and scoffed when Joe looked around innocently. “Two.”

“Annie, you’re ridiculous.”

“Three.” Annie lunged at Joe.

Since he didn’t really believe she’d do it, Joe lost his footing and collapsed on the sofa, holding on to Annie and essentially taking her down with him. Rory squealed with laughter in her playpen, watching her mom and her uncle Joey wrestling.

“Annie, stop!”

“Take the damn thing off, already!”

“Um…” Ben stood at the entrance to the living room, scratching the back of his neck with one hand and carrying a plastic bag in the other. “What the fuck?”

Annie straddled Joe’s chest, pinning his hands down on either side of his head. Both Annie and Joe were panting with exertion. Joe’s - or Ben’s - jumper rolled up slightly, exposing Joe’s midriff.  

“Ben, control your woman!” Joe grunted as he tried to wiggle it out.

“He’s wearing my favourite jumper, Ben!” Annie cried at the same time.

“Shut up!” they both snapped at each other, simultaneously, while a dumbfounded Ben looked at them.

###

The third season's pre-production process was in full gear, but Annie hadn't been too busy with it. An occasional wardrobe fitting here, a hair and make-up test there. She only heard about the new guy joining in through her gossipping hair and make-up artists, who were absolutely smitten with him.

They said he was the perfect mix of Clara and Annie - Clara's ocean blue eyes with Annie's brown hair. He had a baby face and a bit of a country-boy charm to him. All she knew about him, however, was his name.

"Hey, sister!" a dashing young man bellowed as Annie entered the meeting with the production team and the studio heads.

"Michael, I assume?" Annie giggled and extended a hand for him to shake, taking the empty seat between him and Clara.

"Indeedy-do!"

"Right, now that everyone knows who everyone is again," the director clapped his hands, "can we get on with it?"

"Wait, where's Joel?" Annie wondered, looking at the Line Producer's empty chair.

"We had to let him go while you were on maternity leave, we hired a new guy," one of the bigwigs said coolly and sipped his tea. "Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it. Let's get to business, shall we?"

###

Annie waited outside for her ride to the little production gathering. She smoothed down her olive-green, lace trimmed tank top and looked down at her blue jeans nervously as a white Seat Ibiza approached her, pulling up to the curb.

"Annie?" a man called through the rolled down window, leaning over the passenger side.

"Yeah." Annie smiled and opened the door, plopping down in the passenger seat.

"I'm Andrew."

As she shut the door closed, she caught him looking at her as if she were his dinner through the corner of her eye. She was no stranger to men checking her out, but it's the first time someone had done it so blatantly. Most men would at least try to be discreet about it. The man licked his lips and bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes locked on Annie's chest.

"Thanks for the lift." Annie tried to start a conversation.

"Yeah, it's no problem." The man seemed to be shaken out of a trance as Annie spoke. He quickly pulled away from the curb. "When they said the star needed a ride, it was a no-brainer. Had to seize the opportunity, you know?"

Annie laughed nervously, her knee bouncing. Something about this guy was a bit weird. Pushing the feeling to the back of her mind, she told herself to relax. Yes, this is the first time she's gone out at night to a social gathering without Ben since Rory; yes, the man was all but a stranger; but she's in a very public relationship with Ben. They're raising a child together. 'You're just paranoid', she repeated to herself in her head. 'Should've just taken a damn Uber.'

"So, what's it like, being the new Line Producer on the block?" Annie

"Had some big shoes to step in to, not gonna lie," the guy chuckled, his eyes squinting a little as he laughed, "but I think I fit right in with the production crew."

"They're an easy lot to get on well with, aren't they?" Annie smiled back, feeling a bit more at ease. "Is this your first job? You seem quite young."

"Yeah, mostly worked as an assistant."

"Wow," Annie whistled playfully, "so this is your first 'Big Boy' job!"

###

Although he wished he could go with Annie, Ben didn't mind staying in for some quality daddy-daughter time with Rory. He was actually quite thankful that the babysitter cancelled last minute. He felt a bit guilty for all the times he went out with his mates and left Annie, pregnant and alone, to wait around for him at home.

However, when almost two hours passed and he hadn't heard from her, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He couldn't help but wonder what she's doing, who she's talking to, how many drinks she's had. He wasn't a jealous guy, normally, but this is the first time she's been out at night without him. He missed her.

'Everything okay?' Ben hit 'send' and placed the phone face-down on the floor next to Rory.

Seconds later, his phone buzzed.

'Peachy.'

'At least try and have fun?'

'Phone's battery on 2%.'

'Forgot to charge it again?'

'I just really wish you were here.'

###

"Fuck!" Annie hissed as her phone died in her hands right as she sent Ben the last text. She stuffed the phone in her purse. "Fucking thing!"

"Everything alright?" Andrew threw his arm up behind Annie, letting it rest on the back of her chair. His legs were spread wide, his body acting as a physical barrier for Annie from the rest of the party.

"Phone died." Annie grumbled and had a sip from her beer.

While Andrew was three beers down, she still cradled her first and took small sips. She enjoyed her beer a lot more before Andrew crashed her table. One minute she was having a perfectly fun conversation with Jamie, Clara and Michael, and the next they all scattered away and she was left alone with Andrew. Before she knew it, he had cornered her into the back wall. She felt tiny under his huge build.

If that wasn't enough, she could have sworn he kept inching closer to her when he felt she wasn't looking. Every time she averted her gaze and tried to locate Clara in the crowded pub, Andrew slid closer to her. It wasn't long before his leg was brushing against her. Annie tried to lean back, away from him, but all she did was glue herself tighter to the wall.

She tried to maintain the small talk and keep it neutral, making sure she's not sending any signals. She crossed her arms over her chest and shrunk even further into the wall. Her body language was closed-off. Other than having a bright neon light over her head reading 'Not Interested',  there wasn't much else she could do.

Then, time seemed to slow down. She felt his hand grab the back of her neck and saw his face coming in to hers, his lips parting. She felt sick. She knew what was happening and she didn't want it to. She knew she had no where to back off to. Nowhere to run.

So she ducked to the side. Dodging him like the guy from the Matrix dodging the bullets flying at him. Her heart was pounding, because she had absolutely no where to go. Andrew physically cornered her. If he wanted to, he could easily force her to kiss him.

However, her Matrix move made him pause for just a second. He blinked in confusion and Annie looked at him closely. The close shave of the hair on his head. The receding hairline. The unkempt stubble. His short, straight eyelashes. His slight double chin. The chest hairs poking out from his shirt's neckline.

"Andrew, no. No." Annie asserted. "I mean, I'm sorry," Annie choked out, "I really don't -"

"Oh."

"I have a boyfriend. We have a child together."

"What he doesn't know can't hurt him, eh?"

Tightening his grip on the back of her head, Andrew tried again. Annie flinched and held her breath, waiting for impact. She could feel bile in the back of her throat. Tears pricking at her eyes. Her hands balled into fists. The entire world seemed to go dark around her.

"What the fuck?" a familiar voice boomed in front of her.

Light started creeping in to her field of vision again. She could hear a chair dragging across the floor, the glasses on the table clattering. She didn't even realize her eyes were shut tight until she had to open them. A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her up and away from the corner she was lodged in. She collided with Michael's chest as he walked backwards, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

"You okay?" Michael leaned down so Annie could hear him over the blaring music. "Did he do anything?"

Annie shook her head and turned around to find a fuming Jamie towering over Andrew.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh?" Jamie pushed Andrew, who stood up and squared up to the tall ginger. "Think it's cool to just corner girls like that?"

"Hey, she didn't say no!" Andrew retorted.

"I did, actually..." Annie scoffed.

"Did he kiss you?" Jamie ground his teeth together. "Did his lips touch any part of you? At all?"

"If you hadn't interrupted..." Andrew slurred.

"You fucking -" Jamie pulled his hand back, clenching his fist harder.

"Jamie, don't!" Clara squeezed between the two men, knowing Jamie was one scandal away from being sacked. "He was just really drunk. Weren't you, Arnold?"

"It's Andrew actu-"

"I don't give a shit." Clara growled. "This is your chance to get the fuck on out of here and pretend this never happened."

###

"You're home early!" Ben said as Annie walked into the living room. When he heard Annie draw in a shaky breath, he turned around to get a good look at her. "Love?"

"Some idiot tried to kiss me." Annie blurted out and stuffed her trembling hands in her back pockets, hiding them away from Ben's sight. "I didn't want him to."

"What?"

"The guy who picked me up."

"Did he touch you?"

"No."

"Did you say no?" Ben stood up and walked over to Annie, cradling her face in his warm, soft hands. "Did he do anything? How did it even happen?"

"I said no." Annie blinked back a few tears. "He cornered me. Jamie and Clara and the new guy, Michael, were all but gone and he just -"

"I should have been there." Ben peppered kisses all over Annie's face, as if he was making sure that his territory is securely marked. "I should have gone with you."

"Ben, I'm okay."

"Did you punch him in the nuts?" Ben asked, his face serious. "Did you fucking castrate him?"

"No." Annie smiled, a mischievous glimmer flashing in her eyes. "But Jamie almost did."

“Never thought I’d say this,” Ben sighed, “but thank God for Jamie.”

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[finetastrophe]

the complexity of heartache | l.ty

pairing: lee taeyong x fem!reader

summary: when a childhood gang grows up, there is no consistency left; only growth remains.

word count: 4.027 

genre: gang au (but i don’t think you can call it that) slight angst | fluff

note: this is my first fic! sorry for any grammatical errors. i hope you enjoy! p.s. i will find a pic to go with this fic. 

you were a part of a gang, but not like your typical gang that dealt drugs, got involved with the law, or in general, did bad things. there was a time when all of that actually happened, and you could refer to that as a time before now. however, you were just a crew that wanted to have fun and enjoy life. everything was great.

your gang had a leader. lee taeyong. he looked out for your gang and did what he thought was best for your gang. he was caring for each of our members: johnny, mark, yuta, and you. you used to have more, but a falling out occurred and the gang was left with the five of you. after the falling out, taeyong’s heart grew cold, and his facade changed. 

he always cared though. he was weary whenever any of you guys were out and about  on your own. he ceaselessly gave you guys censure whenever you’d talk back, saying things like he’s overbearing and he need to chill. he’d always ignored you guys before coming around and apologize. 

you would apologize too, for hurting his feelings. you knew that he was just looking out for you guys and doing whatever he can just so he knows that you were safe. you would be lying if you didn’t do the same for him. and he honestly appreciated that you were looking out for him as well. 

and things were set. you’d go on adventures and have fun.  

lee taeyong always got lost, however. he was great at leading but never great at finding your home. it was always mark who lead you back because he was terrified of getting lost, then cold. 

one day, taeyong suggested that you guys should venture out into the forest, claiming that there was this waterfall hidden behind a closure. mark, being as cautious as he was, left x’s on trees with his pocket knife. he gave you a quick smile before returning to his actions. taeyong glanced over at the interaction, and slowed down his stride until he was walking next to you. he broke his facade just a second to grab your hand and tug you to the front of the group. he kept your hand in his for the rest of the walk.

you reached a hilly land with trees scattered here and there. there was a distant sound of a water crashing down and you guessed that might have been the waterfall that taeyong was referring too. you all sat down next to one of the trees. taeyong sat next to you while yuta, mark, and johnny sat across from you. taeyong’s hand still burned in our hand and you ignored the feeling that it was giving you. 

this place was similar but not the same to when you had your whole gang. remembrance of long talks and longing sighs were exchanged there. remembrance of promises and dreams that eventually were broken were created there. remembrance of memories were lingering there. you wondered if taeyong remembered where that place was. 

pulling you out of your thoughts, yuta offered you a small snack. you grabbed it from him and began to munch on it. occasionally, you would offer taeyong some and he’d gladly accept it. you sat in silence before johnny broke it. 

“so any updates?”

mark was eager to go first, “i found this cool place where we could skip rocks and stuff, y’know. it’s by the pier, near the big ferris wheel.”

mark always started. these updates were a routine: johnny posed the question, mark would start, the rest followed, and taeyong would conclude. 

“i think we all know where that is,” yuta snickered.

“and what’s your update, yuta?” mark fought back.

“well, being a man of nature, i found this mountain that i think we’d all would like, especially y/n. i know she likes serene settings to calm her mind,” yuta reported and he casted a small smile towards you. 

“i would like that,” you nodded, noticing taeyong’s grip increased. “i’m glad you thought of me, yuta.”

“i mean it’s the least that i could do since i know you miss that--” yuta stopped himself after taking a glance at taeyong’s glower. 

“what’s wrong?” you asked yuta, but your concerned focused towards taeyong. 

“nothing,” taeyong shook his head, intercepting your question. “what’s your update, y/n?”

“well,” you began, “there’s this creek, a bit up north from the pier. there’s running water and the creek is deep enough to take a dip. i thought it might be nice to swim there. take our mind off thing.”

“yeah, that sounds great, y/n!” johnny responded. “when do you want to go--”

“we can go tomorrow.” taeyong’s voice was firm.

“really?” you were enthusiastically surprised.

“really,” he said, with a shy smile, “anything for you.”

the next day, you were buzzed with excitement. you wore your old ripped jeans--a constant staple--an old baggy tee that taeyong gave you once, an over-sized black bomber jacket, and clunky combat boots. underneath laid an old bikini, bit tighter now, but still hugging all your curves.

you grabbed your house keys, leaving the small abode behind. a helmet adorned your head as you hopped on your motorcycle. revving the engine, you were off. 

the cool breeze flew through your hair with no regards to your responsibilities that were waiting for you at home. a genuine smile spread across your face as the adrenaline rushed through your veins. your heart seemed to be in a constant systole as it was beating rapidly.

the meeting spot came into your view and you slowed down your velocity. you hopped off your bike and lifted the helmet off your head. your hair cascaded down onto your shoulders as you greeted the members. they responded with a similar smile, but there was an unfamiliar face amongst the group. a girl, roughly your age, stood comfortably next to taeyong. your heart dropped a bit as you made your way next to yuta. taeyong rarely brought new “members.”

whenever taeyong brought in new “members,” they were always female and taeyong’s fling at the time. he never brought them around a lot, but when he did, it was just to make things more interesting. it never really bothered you before; well, before now.

the girl was dressed a bit more darker. a leather jacket engulfed her body as a lacy crop top was hidden underneath. black denim shorts hugged her hips and a chain was attached to the belt loops, hanging low. her red high top sneakers matched her dark red lip. large hoop earrings hung from her ears while her dark dyed hair with red tips concealed her jewelry. she was gorgeous despite her cold exterior. 

you made an uncomfortable shift to which yuta noticed and placed a comfortable arm around your shoulders. you relaxed slightly into  his touch while focusing on taeyong’s girl. taeyong’s gaze felt heavy against you guys. 

taeyong cleared his throat, “ this is chaebyul.”

chaebyul nodded once before smiling. you all smiled back before introducing yourselves. 

“i’m mark, but you can call me mark,” mark started. you stifled your laughter. yuta was laughing into your neck. 

“i’m seo. johnny seo,” johnny gave a ridiculous pose, putting two fingers to his temple before saluting. 

with his free hand, yuta pointed to himself using his thumb, “nakamoto yuta. yuta if you’d like.” he then gestured to me, “this is y/n.’

you gave a small wave, as taeyong was struggling to figure out what was going on between yuta and you. 

chaebyul looked confused. taeyong clarified, “don’t worry--”

“we’re all like this. better to let you see the real us before you actually find out what we do. we’re a gang,” you deadpanned, interrupting taeyong. mark gave a disbelieving look as you had never interrupted taeyong before. 

yuta was laughing still into your neck as johnny spoke up, “yeah. we’re a gang but not the kind that you would think. but i got to admit, y/n handles a gun really well. wouldn’t want to be caught in between that.” 

“what are you saying?” mark joined in, struggling to hold in his laughs. “she is definitely better with knives. her aim game is strong.”

yuta pulled himself from your neck, “no, no, no. she’s the best at torturing. with her sexy stare and her enticing--” 

“hey! that’s enough!” taeyong gave everyone a glare, focusing more towards yuta. 

“we’re just kidding,” you shrugged, knocking yuta’s arm off of you. “don’t worry. i won’t pull that stuff on you, unless you ask for it. when are we going?”

taeyong sighed before giving his answer of “now.” you split off into three groups: taeyong and chaebyul, mark and johnny, yuta and you. 

yuta and you were leading since you knew the location of the creek. yuta’s arms gripped your waist as you sped down the empty roads. this town was barren and the only excitement that came was when you would venture it. 

you all grew up here; you all grew up together. 

you passed by familiar houses of former members before heading into the somewhat crowded town. the pier was bustling and people were enjoying their time there. colorful beach huts lined along the board walk, near the food stands. the ferris wheel stood tall, towering over the beach. 

“look at that view!” yuta shouted. you turned you head, glancing at the sea that reached the beach by the pier. the water was glistening. 

“mark definitely chose a great spot,” you noted. “we should go there next time.”

“yeah,” yuta agreed. “it’s been a while since we’ve been to the pier. ever since--”

“i know,” you cut him off.

you continued on your way, going the opposite direction of the colorful beach huts. 

“yeah!” mark exclaimed before jumping into the creek, tossing his shirt somewhere. 

johnny quickly followed, then yuta. chaebyul discarded her jacket, while taeyong helped her. you stood off to the side of the creek, taking your hat and your boots. the bomber jacket and jeans were shed, and your socks found their home in your boots. the only thing left on your body was taeyong’s over-sized shirt and your bikini underneath. it was quite cold so you kept the shirt on.

you reached the side of the creek, sitting at the edge of the water. you placed your legs in the water, gaging the temperature. surprisingly, it was quite warm. yuta swam towards you and helped you into the water. taeyong’s shirt floated up, exposing your body slightly.

taeyong’s gaze met your eyes. a smile contrasted the look in his eyes. a dark, sensual desire pooled in his pupils and you stared back with equal intensity. your silent conversation was broken by mark’s calling of your name. 

you swam over to him and he greeted you with a wave. 

“hey,” johnny intercepted. “we’re going to play a game.” 

“what game?” taeyong was now standing next to you.

chaebyul stood closer to taeyong, holding on to his arm. you looked away, switching your focus onto johnny. you felt taeyong’s gaze burn into the side of your head. yuta slowly swam toward you, standing in between taeyong and you. taeyong’s look shot daggers into yuta’s head. johnny cleared his throat, sensing the tension. so much for getting your mind off of things.

“erm, i think it’s a game that y/n is particularly good at,” johnny explained. “see, i made a bet with mark that y/n can hit all of the targets--or in this case x’s--right in the center.”

“and i betted that y/n can hit every single target right in the center and knock my shirt off that branch,” mark stated his side. 

“so this whole game--well, i guess bet--is based on whether or not i can hit mark’s shirt out of the tree just so mark doesn’t have to do it? so what’s the prize?” you asked. 

“well,” johnny started, before mumbling something like ‘i’m not sure if you’re going to like this or not’. “like if you don’t knock mark’s shirt out of the tree, mark will be shirtless and i get a kiss. and if you knock it out, mark won’t be shirtless and--”

“he get’s a kiss,” you finished. “why a kiss?”

“i mean, we’ve always wondered what your lips feel like...y’know?” mark shyly shrugged. 

you thought about it for a good second, before agreeing. it’s just a harmless kiss, right?

yuta whined, “i wanna play too.”

you playfully shoved him. taeyong on the other hand disliked the game. 

“isn’t there another prize that she could give you...other than a kiss?” taeyong tried to reason. 

“it’s just a harmless kiss,” you shrugged.

“don’t tell me you haven’t wondered what her lips felt like? i mean, we all have. she is the only female in the group,” yuta passively said. 

well, taeyong was the only one who knew what your lips felt like. this was when you still had everyone and you were children. everyone was gossiping about their first kiss, but taeyong and you were the only ones who hadn’t kissed anyone yet. 

“so,” he begins. “ you haven’t kissed anyone yet.” 

‘what’s it to you?” you sigh heavily. “no one wants to kiss me.”

“i haven’t kissed anyone either,” he confesses. “do you want to be each other’s?”

you turn towards him, nodding. he sit closer to you. he holds your hand, before tilting his head to the right. you follow suit, leaning closer. your eyes flutter closed and you feel his lips lightly on mine. you stay this way, not moving an inch. you pull away at the same time. 

“thank you,” taeyong breathes. 

“taeyong,” you looked at him. “it’s just a game. why are you so worked up?”

he huffed, “okay. play your game.”

mark and johnny cheered.

“so what am i going to hit the targets with?”

“we thought that you could use mark’s pocket knife, but he only has one and we would have to constantly go and get the knife from the trees. so we decided for you to use a bb gun,” johnny clarified. 

“and where is this bb gun?” taeyong grumbled. 

“right here!” mark pulled out a small bb gun from his pile of discarded clothing. the pile that was missing his shirt. 

“you were carrying that the whole time?” chaebyul asked incredulously. 

“i carry it everywhere,” mark shrugged. 

“we don’t carry real guns anymore,” yuta explained. “i mean we used to but things changed and now we don’t.”

“many people were hurt and we promised not to carry real guns or do drugs anymore,” johnny continued. “and now we do things like this.”

mark handed me his bb gun. he explained that there are five targets total. you saw the first target and aimed. shot. bingo. smack dab in the middle. you moved on the rest. before you attempted  to hit the last one, taeyong spoke up. 

“i bet that you can’t hit it without looking.” 

“and if i do,” you challenged.

“you continue with their game, playing by their rules. but if you fail to hit their target, you kiss me.”

“deal.” you accepted. you aimed once more before looking away; your focus was dead-center on taeyong’s face. you pulled the trigger. you watched the escalation on his face morphing into disappointment. 

“you actually got it,” he whispered.

“that was amazing!” mark shouted, interrupting the moment that you and taeyong were sharing. “now get my shirt out of the tree.”

“you’re unbelievable,” you laughed. “you want me to shoot it out?”

“here,” chaebyul handed you a rock. “use this instead.”

you nodded your head in appreciation, gripping the rock firmly in your hand. you aimed the rock at mark’s shirt, angling it more toward the fabric that was hanging off the side of the branch. your projectile was perfect with enough force that the rock landed in the hanging fabric of the shirt, pulling the rest of it down to the ground. 

“i guess mark won.” you shrugged. 

mark looked over to you in anticipation, fluttering his eyes closed. you made your way towards him, leaning in. 

“hey!” mark’s eyes shot open. 

taeyong’s eyes were trained on the mere millimeters between your lips and mark’s cheek. mark turned suddenly and you felt his lips pressed against yours. you yelped, quickly pulling away. mark blushed while turning away as well. 

you distanced yourself from mark, and to that, taeyong announced that it was time to go. taeyong’s gaze lingered on your figure as you hopped out of the creek. 

“that was amazing, y/n!” chaebyul admired. 

“thanks,” you shyly smiled, tasting your ice cream. 

after the creek, you all decided to go for ice cream which was suggested by mark who seemed to be in a good mood. 

“where did you learn to shoot like that?”

deciding that you could trust her, you sighed. you went into the details about how your gang was formed, and what exactly you did. there was a time were you had to know how to defend yourself, and your gun was the perfect partner. you went on about how you had to learn how to hold a gun properly by yourself, and how you spent countless days training your aim. you were getting really into the conversation and taeyong took notice of it. he kept sparing you glances. when you had moved on to another topic, he had called you over to talk with him. 

“hey,” he started softly. “what’s up with you today?”

“what do you mean?” you crossed your arms. 

“i mean, you seem different.” 

“nothing’s different. i am still me.”

“when did you and yuta get so close?” he switched gears. 

“we were always close--why are you asking me all of this?” 

“just answer my questions,” he demanded. “it just seems that you and yuta are closer now.”

“what about her?” you fought back. 

“who? chaebyul? we’re just friends.” he stated. 

“then yuta and i are just friends. this conversation is over.”

you began to walk away from where he was standing when he grabbed your hand. he pulled you close to him. 

“let go of me, lee taeyong!”

“no!” he refused, “until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“you’re the problem.” you stated. “i can’t do this anymore.”

you pushed him away and began to run--somewhere far away from there. 

you kept walking in the dark. the only signs of light were emitted from the pier and the ferris wheel. you passed the colorful beach houses that did not seemed as vibrant as much as they did in the sunlight. your feet were aching and you instantly regretted now leaving your bike at the ice cream parlor. the cooler air nipped at your nose and you tugged your jacket closer to your body. the night was quiet except for the sound of the rolling waves that hit the shore of the beach.

you were left to your own devices which were only your own thoughts. taeyong, lee taeyong. you didn’t know when things changed--probably around the time everyone left--but you became closer with one another than before. he was looking out for you even when he didn’t have to; he looked out for everyone, but he payed special attention to you. he always held your hand, but refused to let others hold you hand. you’ve liked--no, loved (as cheesy as it may be)--for a long time. 

and it was the simple things that won you over. his small smiles that were directed towards you. the subtle warmth he would provide you if you were cold. his defensiveness and need to protect you when someone would badmouth you. the constant admiration of you as a human being was a rare find. 

you felt stupid for pushing him away, but at the same time, he was equally in the wrong. gah! it was so confusing. you should have stayed before impetuously running away. you should’ve stayed to talk about your problems and why you were acting that way. everything would be clear, you supposed. 

but the moment that you saw him with her, a switch had turned on. there was this complex feeling embedded in your heart. heartache. it felt unnatural. the only other time it occurred to you when you lost the rest of your gang. you guess you lost him when you saw him with her. 

you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face as you were far from the beach houses and more toward unknown, yet familiar land. you climbed through a greenery that slopes up. your feet were heaving your body up a tall hill with several trees surrounding it. once you reached the top, you sat down, staring out at the view in front of you. the waters that hit the shores of the beach wrapped around and crashed onto the shores of the meadows. the sound of the waves calmed you down, lulling you into a peace. 

it was this place where you all used to hang out before things changed. the good times coincided with all the bad times, but at this hour, you could only remember the good times. laughing and singing songs that you all enjoyed as you all swayed back and forth together. A constant, yet loving teasing occurred here as well as constant cold bickering. the signs were apparent, and the only memories left were the five of us. 

you laid back and enjoyed watching the view. you wondered if taeyong remember this place. after the incident, he did his best to remove this place out of his mind. and you guess that he did his best removing you out of his head too. 

“hey.”

maybe you were wrong. 

“hey,” you said not bothering to look at him. 

“i just wanted to say sorry for what i said earlier. i shouldn’t have said anything.” he took a seat next to you. 

you sighed, coming to terms with everything. “no. it’s okay. i shouldn’t have overreacted. i’m sorry too.”

“this place, huh?” he tapped the ground. “it’s been awhile.”

“yeah, it has.” you agreed. 

it went quiet for a while. 

you blurted, “i miss them. i know i shouldn’t because of everything, but i miss them.”

“i miss them, too.” taeyong confessed. “after they left, i was scared that the rest of you would leave too. and then i would be alone again. i was scared that you guys would want more than this old town like they did. it was silly of me to think that everyone would still share the same dreams after so long. i mean, we’ve known each other basically all of our lives. 

“but you stayed. you stayed despite the fact that you were offered something more than this life offered you. you could’ve gone and done wonderful things, yet you chose to stay with me. and for the longest time, i wondered why on earth is this amazing person choosing to waste their future with me. you suddenly became so important to me. i refused to let you go. so i selfishly kept you shelter, not really wanting to let you go or let you run off with someone else. that would’ve broken my heart if you did; i don’t think i would’ve been able to recover actually.”

you took a deep breath, “you became a part of my future, taeyong. i could never leave you. and i was confused. but then i saw you with chaebyul and i became scared that i was going to lose you. you’re my everything, honestly.”

“y’know, earlier i was telling the truth: chaebyul is just a friend. i thought that if i brought her i could forget about what i was feeling for you. but then you got closer to yuta, and my plan backfired.”

“and what did you feel for me?”

he looked you straight in the eyes, “i love you, y/n.”

you both leaned in, your noses touching slightly. his lips molded against your in perfect harmony. his hands cupped your face gently. you both pulled away, and his thumbs caressed your cheeks. your noses were still touching. 

“i love you too, taeyong.”

[deanssexplorations]

Firsts at Fifty, aka Heather’s First Foursome (Heather’s View)

[Editor’s note: this is Heather’s version of the Heather’s First Foursome story. She enjoys writing and erotica, and we agreed it would be fun to tell the story from our separate perspectives. And when we shared the idea with Adam he thought that sounded like fun, so we may even get him in on the act!]

I feel fantastically free and flirty in my 50’s and I’m having so much fun!  Sex has been a fantastic way to express my new life and I’m exploring my sexuality and fulfilling my fantasies.  So, I am recently divorced after many years of marriage, from someone I met in graduate school and even though we weren’t always monogamous, my experiences have been rather vanilla.

So, I met Dean on OKC about six-seven weeks ago and he seemed sexy, fun, and respectful. [Editor’s note: note the appropriate choice of the word seemed... ;-)] He is tall, very cute, and a great lover and he’s got a few tricks that I very much enjoy.  So, when he has asked if I was up for a foursome, I enthusiastically agreed.

Dean set up a group chat with this lovely couple and we started texting, flirting, and sharing sexy pictures.  Jennifer and Adam are very attractive and the as conversation progressed, it seemed like we all might like each other.  Like Dean said, we all met for dinner on a Saturday night and I very much enjoyed meeting this new couple.  I sat next to Dean so I could lean over and kiss him during our dinner and touch his thigh under the table to stay relaxed because the anticipation of my first foursome was starting to feel like it just might happen!

Jennifer wore a beautiful yellow dress with no panties or bra, heels, and her light-brown hair was pulled back so that her pretty face and cheek bones were fully exposed.  I wear my short dark hair framed around my face so my eyes just peek through.  But her exposed, confident beauty was breathtaking.  Adam is athletic and super cute and he looks great in a pair of jeans!  Jennifer and Adam are a great looking couple, super sexually confident and both incredible kissers! Kissing both of them was amazing and still lingers in my memory.          

Dean’s account has all the details and I think one of the reasons he is such a good lover is because he pays attention to everyone and everything.  I lose myself in passion and feel the moment. That night, I lost myself in sexy conversation at dinner, and in bed in the throes of passionate fucking each of them.  However, I’d like to share a few of my vivid memories of this amazing first foursome experience.    

Kissing Jennifer was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced.  She looked into my eyes and I pulled her body close. Her lips were so soft and delicious.  I actually found it hard to stop kissing her throughout the night. As we stood in the room all together at the beginning, Dean, or maybe it was Adam, lifted Jennifer’s dress off over her head and she stood tall in her heals, nude, and gorgeous.  Her ass was perfectly curved and rounded above her thighs in back. Her skin was supple and soft and it felt like she oiled after showering.  I noticed she had glitter lotion on her chest and it glistened slightly on her fair skin and highlighted her amazing shoulders and breasts.  Her breasts are perky, round, soft and very sensitive, and her tummy was perfectly flat, soft, curved, and so, so sexy.  She has a perfect body and her confidence is irresistibly alluring.    

The men took their clothes off quickly and I was hoping to keep my new bra and panties on a bit longer because I felt shy and more confident standing there in my black lace lingerie.  We kissed and touched more.  I gave in and let Adam take off my bra.  He kissed my breasts perfectly with his soft lips, he wasn’t too soft or too hard and I felt a twinge of anticipation in my pussy.  

Then I bent down on my knees in front of Jennifer and put my hands on the back of her hips and pulled her body to my mouth and buried my lips and tongue in Jennifer’s beautiful pussy.  She was perfect, sweet, and so, so soft! Both men were turned on watching me and listening to Jennifer moan in a breathy pleasurable way.  She reached out to stroke both their cocks.  This was my first experience going down on a woman.  I thought about what I wanted to do because of what I like.  I applied pressure to the top of her clit with my fingers while softly kissing and licking her just below her clit.  My other hand held her tightly from behind to my mouth. The combination of soft and pressure seemed to please her and as she and I both got wetter.                   

I watched Dean and Jennifer kiss, suck and fuck. I was curious about her movements and oral techniques.  She had good rhythm. Dean seemed very pleased.  Adam watched in pleasure and protection it appeared to me which I liked a lot. As the night progressed I struggled a bit to focus on more than one thing at a time and as a novice, I hope I can improve containing and controlling my pleasure to be able to give and receive with more than one partner at a time. Dean came vocally and his orgasms last a few minutes as do his vocalizations which is very, very hot to me!     

I found myself laying on the bed next to Jennifer’s hips and lifted legs as she was fucking Dean who was standing on the edge of the bed.  He said it was one of his favorite positions.  I watched his cock go into to her perfectly groomed pussy.  I was only inches away watching and listening and feeling the bed rock as he fucked her and she moaned in pleasure.  I looked up at Adam and asked him to climb on top of me.  He was so sexy as he mounted me and pushed himself into me.  I pulled his ass in deep and his rhythm quickened and I felt a gush of wetness engulf his cock, my pussy and drip down my ass. I came hard and my pleasure was loud. I lose a sense of myself in my orgasms.       

The moment had arrived when I started kissing Jennifer as she lay on the bed with her head on the pillow. I lay on top of her and pressed my breasts on hers and kissed her all the way down.  She spread her legs and I could see her beautiful perfect, pussy.  I kissed her and licked her and then I slowly and gently pushed a finger in her, and then two.  She moaned and while I didn’t look up I could tell both men were turned on and hard watching us. Someone fucked me deeply from behind when I got up on my knees while my mouth was still licking and sucking Jennifer.  It was hard to focus and it was amazing and I want to do it again, and better!      

As the night came to an end I listened to all three of them talk about how exhilarating it is to have pile of bodies all touching and kissing and sucking and fucking. I was spent but totally motivated to practice being in the moment they all described again soon.

We left the room, entered the elevator and I started kissing Jennifer again, even as people entered the elevator.  I knew people were watching fondly.  We walked out of the hotel and she gave my one final deep kiss and hug.  I loved my first experience with a woman and a foursome and am hopeful to play again.  

Dean drove me home in his convertible with the top down [Editor’s note: was there ever a doubt what type of car I would drive? Lol] and I loved the wind in my hair.  It was a mild spring evening and the cool breeze felt refreshing after all the stimulation.  Even though it was late, Dean asked if I wanted to go to Twist in the city, and while I declined, it totally turned me on that he was still up for more sex!  I think knowing Dean, and playing with him is going to be a lot of fun!

[thedragonflew]

Salty and Sweet ch. 5

A/N: Heres the moment we’ve all been waiting for! xo B

Warnings: mild swearing

Jane pulled into her driveway, closely followed by Sweet Pea on his motorcycle. As she got out of her car, she noticed Sweet Pea observing her home. True, it was small and quaint for the Northside, but that’s all she and her mother could ever need and afford.

“I’ll be right back out, I’m going to change.” Jane called to Sweet Pea, and he gave her a nod.

“Make it snappy, shortcake.”

Jane rolled her eyes and ran up the stone steps to her house, noticing her mom was gone from work. She used this moment to run upstairs to her room and pull on a black long sleeved bodysuit with a low-ish neckline and a pair of high waisted ripped jeans. She completed her look with a pair of silver hooped earrings. As a last minute decision, Jane decided on some deep red lipstick. After spritzing herself with her vanilla scented perfume, Jane made her way back outside to Sweet Pea.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” she said, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers, traveling from her lips to her chest, then quickly back to meet her gaze.

“Dont you look spiffy,” Sweet Pea commented, and Jane found herself blushing once again. He handed her his spare helmet and she tugged it on over her curls. “You better hold on, Princess.” he scooted up to give her space to climb on behind him, and she swung a leg over and found herself holding the seat. “Hold onto me, you goon.” Sweet Pea laughed.

Jane let out a nervous chuckle before gripping either side of Sweet Pea’s denim vest.

The pair pulled out of her driveway and sped down the road, across the tracks and into the Southside. Jane loved the feeling of the wind on her face as Sweet Pea cruised along. It was a rush of adrenaline, really. She’d never been on the back of a boy’s bike before.

Eventually, they stopped near a driveway of a house that was already crowded with some bikes and beater cars, there were people out on the lawn, red solo cups and cans in hands. Sweet Pea shut off the engine and pulled his helmet off, which encouraged Jane to do the same, but not before She caught a whiff of a strong scented shampoo. Damn he smelled good.

“Here we are,” Sweet Pea swing himself off the bike and held the handle bars while Jane hobbled off, nearly losing her balance when her food got stuck on the seat, but the tall Serpent was quick to catch her. “Did I leave you weak in the knees, little girl?” he said with a grin, and she gave him a sour look before straightening herself and letting go of his arm. Sweet Pea kicked out the kick-stand and put both of the helmets back on his bike. The house was thrumming with the beat of a song that came from inside.

“Hope you’re ready for a Southside party. Don’t go getting too drunk, it’s my ass that’s watching out for your ass.” Sweet Pea nudged her with his elbow as they made their way past the groups outside, and Jane watched as they all greeted Sweet Pea. She kept herself mostly behind him, trying not to attract much attention. The pair had barely made their way inside before Sweet Pea was engulfed in a hug.

“Pea! Man! There you are, you’re my best friend. Did you know that?” A stocker boy said as he swung his arms around Sweet Pea. Jane recognized him to be boy he was always with, the classier one from the other night at Pop’s. “Who’s this bombshell?” he indicated Jane as he let go of the taller boy.

“Fangs, cool it. She’s my plus one tonight. Meet Jane.” Sweet Pea introduced her, and Jane found herself really enjoying the way her name sounded on his lips.

“Jane, I’m Fangs. Here on the Southside, we hug when we’re drunk.” Fangs then proceeded to give Jane a bear hug. “Here, have a beer new friend Jane!” he pulled a can from the inside of his leather jacket. Jane graciously accepted it, surprised to find it was cold.

“Thanks, new friend Fangs.” Jane cracked the cam and took a sip, earning a raised brow from Sweet Pea. How could he tell she wasn’t a beer drinker?

“There you guys are! We were just about to leave, Fangs hates being at parties without his Sweetie Pie.” a rather short pink haired girl had joined them. “I’m Toni.” she said when she caught Jane’s gaze on her, and extended a hand. Jane shook it, returning the smile.

“Nice to meet you, I love your hair!” Jane exclaimed, then indicated to the purple in her own. That earned a grin from Toni.

“Purple, love it. You fit right in, it’s about time too. Being the only girl in a group of guys gets boring sometime.” Toni laughed and threw an arm around Jane.

Jane had never really be involved with a group of friends before. Just the odd friends and Freda. Shit, she forgot about Freda. Oh well, she’ll love this story on Monday morning. She took a moment to observe the three who were deep in conversation about the goings on of Talon’s party before Jane and Sweet Pea arrived.

After a couple moments, Sweet Pea took her by the sleeve when Toni and Fangs challenged each other to a game of beer pong. He led her into the kitchen where there was numerous bottles of alcohol and different mixes, and a whole cooler full of beer. “Let’s get you something better than beer.”

“Are you joking? I love beer.” Jane joked, taking a final sip, but failed in keeping a straight face and reacted to the bitterness.

Sweet Pea chuckled and pulled the can from her grasp and set it down for a hammered individual to finish. “How about some rum and coke? Vodka cran? Straight whiskey?” he grinned, pulling on the charade as bar tender.

“Vodka cran, kind sir.” Sweet Pea obliged and filled the red solo cup a quarter of the way with vodka, then the rest with cranberry juice. Jane accepted the cup and stuck her pinky in instinctively, like she would at home, mixing the drink before popping her pinky into her mouth to suck the remains off.

“Are you trying to attract me right now?” Sweet Pea asked, leaning against the counter. “Because if so, it’s working.”

Jane grinned up at him. “Not really, I needed to mix.” she shrugged, taking a gulp from her cup. “You do a good vodka to cran ratio.”

Sweet Pea smiled, and suddenly the house was quiet and it was just Sweet Pea and Jane in the house, the two of them caught eye to eye, and Sweet Pea raised an arm to tuck a curl behind Jane’s ear. Butterflies flew around her stomach and she found herself taking another drink from her cup.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” He told her, and she was all of a sudden forced to put her drink on the counter before Sweet Pea cupped her cheek in his hand, pressing his lips to hers. Jane felt herself kiss back, half startled but half craving more of him.

“Excuse me?” came a shrill voice from the doorway of the kitchen. Jane and Sweet Pea quickly pulled apart to find Savannah standing in the door way, looking furious. “Pea, I told you about this party and you take a Northsider and kiss her? At the party? Where I told you to come?”

“Fuck off, Savannah. Go fuck Talon or some other sorry idiot.” Sweet Pea shout back over the sound of the music, and Jane pulled back as he pushed back from the counter and towards Savannah. “You can’t keep inserting yourself into my life whenever you damn well please.”

With a scoff, Savannah spun on her heel and stormed out of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea turned back to Jane, eyes apologetic. He extended a hand to her. “Let’s go find Fang’s and Toni.”

Jane took another gulp from her drink and graciously put her hand in Sweet Pea’s, which was big and warm and comforting. She allowed him to guide her through the body-crowded living room and to where Toni and Fangs were sprawled on the couch. Sweet Pea and Jane plopped down on the edge, dangerously close to one another. Instead of inserting herself into the conversation, Jane let the vodka clear her thoughts of Savannah. Soon her head lulled onto Sweet Pea’s shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” came his deep voice as his hand gently shook your arm.

Jane lifted her head to meet her gaze and found him swimming around in her vision. “I’m ready for home.” she told him. She should have remembered vodka made her sleepy.

Sweet Pea nodded and the two said their good byes to Toni and Fangs before he slipped her hand back into Jane’s and he guided her back out and onto his bike. He fasted her helmet on before his and gave her head a tap.

“I’m sorry I cut your party short.” Jane told him as they climbed back onto the bike.

“That’s okay, just make sure you hold on to me tightly, Sleepy.” Sweet Pea gave her a reassuring pat on the hand when she fisted her freezing hands into his denim vest pockets.

The two cruised back into the Northside soon enough and back up Jane’s driveway. Jane noticed her mom still wasn’t home from work, which would make it easier for her to go to bed quicker.

“Can I have your number?” Sweet Pea asked Jane as he helped her off his bike. “I think I’d like to take you out again.”

“Yeah, uh, here.” Jane took his phone and plugged her number in under the name ‘Princess’. She handed it back with a wink. “Thank you for taking me tonight. I like your friends. And your lips.” she let the vodka add, earning a chuckle from the raven haired boy.

He quickly dipped his head and caught her lips in his once again, finishing what he started at the party. This time the kiss grew deeper as he wrapped his arms around her waist and her arms twined around his neck.

It seemed as though sparks flew from between the both of them, Jane intoxicated by the taste of him instead of the vodka cran. Then her thoughts got to her. Flashbacks of the blond haired boy who took advantage of her previously. Quickly, she pulled back, and both pairs of arms dropped to their sides. “I’ll see you at school.” Jane gave him a smile, an extra kiss on the cheek and quickly ran into her house, leaving a confused but happy Sweet Pea staring after her.

[saey-bae]

hc: rfa (+saeran) + smol!mc

i’m struggling to find motivation,, so here’s a little thing from me while i try to complete requests !! 💜

check out my masterpost here

[ under the cut bc it got kinda long LOL there’s no jaehee i apologize for jaehee lovers everywhere]

Yoosung:

ok,, but this boi loves the fact that you’re shorter than him by quite a bit

it makes him feel Manly™ when he can reach something you can’t,, and he loves it when you rely on him to do things 

when the two of you move in together, he intentionally buys taller furniture that would have you struggling to reach things on high shelves 

he underestimated how willing you were to clamber up said furniture, and could do nothing but watch in shock when he first saw you scale up a bookshelf in record time

should he really be surprised, though??? one time, he refused to bend down for a kiss and you climbed him like a tree and gave him a peck anyway

he also tends to draw you into his lap all. the. time. when he plays LOLOL bc you fit against his body so perfectly,, and he can cuddle and play games at the same time  

you make cute grumbling sounds whenever he does so, which is also a bonus

but... c’mon,, what’s more perfect than resting his chin on top of your head and having you curled up against him while he goes on raids????

one possible downside to your size is playing hide and seek with you bc you always win

like,, how is he supposed to know that you can fit in the cabinet under the kitchen sink?? or the tiny linen closet?? or the drYER???? omg mc don’t do that again,, what if i turned it on???? 

but that downside is quickly turned into a positive point when you play hide and seek with other people, and the two of you are able to hide together 

except for that time the two of you recruited the rfa to play after a meeting... the seeker found the two of you making out in an uncomfortable position under one of the small tables in the hallway the seeker was seven. he took pictures. he laughed for days.

honestly,, though,,, yoosung has no regrets

Zen:

zen tends to engulf you in hugs from behind and rest his chin on the top of your head simply because he can 

he loves how you feel in his arms?? like a tiny little perfect package that was made for him 

will most definitely do this regardless of where you are and what you’re doing-- if he wants to cuddle his jagiya, that’s what he’s going to do

another bonus when it comes to height is when you wear one of his shirts... and only his shirt

all he can do is stare at the sleeves that are far too long for you, at the hem that brushes over mid-thigh length, at the neckline that rests much lower on your chest than it does on his...

listen,, The Beast™ is coming out, and it’s coming out in full force

and heck,, you know what it does to him-- you do this on purpose

let’s just say you’ve had to sew back on a lot of buttons onto his shirts and you’ve lost more buttons than you can count; they also appear in the most random places like... how did the two of you even manage to get a button stuck under one of the stove burners??

this boi will absolutely kabedon you when given the opportunity (i.e. pin to you the wall and stare at you for an uncomfortably. long. period. of. time.), so you’ve taken to doing weird things to get him to leave you alone

this includes but is not limited to: tickling him, licking his chin (sadly, that’s all you can reach up to), tugging on his ponytail (surprisingly effective), and pushing him away (warning: do not attempt this one, he’ll take it as a sign of aggression and will retaliate)

he’ll more or less carry you in a bridal hold... everywhere 

you want to be carried? cool, just ask and he’ll have you in his arms instantly !! you don’t want to be carried? cool, don’t ask and he’ll have you in his arms instantly !! and his height just makes it impossible for you to refuse so all you can do is beat against his chest weakly in a futile attempt to escape 

it usually doesn’t work 

c’mon he just wants to pamper you while also staking claim over what’s his, but you don’t have to worry about that bit,, why won’t you let him?? 

Jumin:

he acts like your height different doesn’t matter to him --so what? who cares if the top of your head just barely meets his chin??-- but really,, it’s got him w e a k 

honestly,, this man loves cuddling in bed with you bc you’re so small and cute and he just feels such a strong need to Protect™ you 

“jumin, darling,, i can’t breathe” you’d usually mumble into his shoulder bc hey, he’s got his arms and legs wrapped around you tightly in a stranglehold 

“sorry,” he’d usually respond, though he won’t budge

it’s just,,, hnnng,,, he must,,,,, Protect™,,, his tiny beloved kitten

also tends to worry when you do the laundry mc, please, we have maids for a reason because it looks like the washer’s eating you up and you know what, just let me do it, darling, i don’t want to risk having you fall in

honestly, you’re the only one who can make han jumin do his own laundry and that’s pretty damn special in itself

worries a lot when the two of you are walking in public because, despite your short stature, you walk really fast honey, i have tall friends who refuse to slow down for me,, if i can walk this fast so can you and he strUGGLES TO KEEP UP

 is so, so afraid of losing you in a crowd because something could happen,, 

lowkey considered bugging you or using a leash or something for a little while but uh, he wouldn’t,,, actually do it,, y’know?

despite his issues with you walking away from him,, there’s a huge plus to this because you like wearing heels i hate to see you go, but i love to watch you leave to make you taller though you’re still shorter than him in heels?? urG H you can never win

but he secretly loves the fact that you can wear heels and still be shorter than him

anywAY,, you look damn good in heels and jumin has no problem exploiting your love for them

you have well over seventy pairs of heels and counting, and each pair he buys for you is higher than the last bc he’s secretly building you up to the point where you can wear stilettos for... physical activity... purposes

so while you’re looking at kitten heels, he’s browsing through the high heel selection with a tiny smirk because he just saw the perfect pair of black velvet pumps

Seven:

can you say short jokes?? 

ya boi will tell jokes at your expense at any point of the day bc honestly, you have the cUTEST REACTION and he just can’t resist

however, there was this one time zen made a short joke and,, well...

“you should really stop making fun of short people... the jokes go right over their heads”

but seriously,, he’s the only one who’s allowed to make short jokes about you,,, ok?? everyone else can b a c k o f f thanks

he also tends to piggyback you around everywhere ?? it takes little effort on his end,, but yields g r e a t results

he loves carrying you on his back mainly because you’ve fallen asleep on him before and it makes him a little emotional you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep while he’s carrying you?? he’s not tearing up at all

however, there were also a few times he threw you over his shoulder and carried you around like luggage he only really does that when he gets jealous and/or wants your attention 

will 10/10 hold things out of your reach just to make your life a little more difficult, like your car keys

“saeyoung, give those back !! i have an appointment to go to !!” 

“aw babe,, you’re almost tall enough to be taken seriously,,”

calls you his little jetpack bc whenever the two of you cuddle, you prefer being the big spoon again, he isn’t tearing up because his tiny gf wants to protect him nosiree

the two of you tend to fight for the position of the big spoon because he likes protecting you,, too,,, so the two of you grapple for a little while for the position of Big Spoon

well,,,, you grapple and he lets you fight him off for a little while before scooping you in his arms and holding you to his chest

“c’mon, be the bigger person and let me win for once”

“babe, i am the bigger person”

Saeran:

he doesn’t mind your height and will never pit it against you

short people problems? v a m o o s h

if you have trouble reaching something, he’ll reluctantly grab it for you or lift you so you can reach it bc hey he,, also,,, wants to impress you

will absolutely give you a boost if you can’t see in a crowd, but he’ll also do this rather begrudgingly because it’s embarrassing, ok?? but he would never say no to helping you

he’ll walk slower alongside you so you don’t struggle to keep up bc hey,, he does walk pretty fast and he’s gotta be considerate 

can’t find jeans that fit your leg length and waist perfectly,, but you buy them any way bc you gotta wear something? he’s already sent them to the tailor for you, don’t worry about it

if his idiot brother’s making short jokes, he’ll happily give the other redhead a good smack for you, no charge

but he did find it amusing and highkey adorable when you stood on a chair and smacked him yourself “am i short now??”

tall person knocks into you while the two of you are out together and walks away without apologizing?? saeran is a l l over them,, and he makes sure you get some r.e.s.p.e.c.t. 

despite the fact that he doesn’t make a huge deal about your height, sometimes, he’ll make a comment about how cute and tiny you are... and it isn’t because he’s making fun of you-- he genuinely really really loves you a lot and wants to lowkey make sure you don’t feel insecure

a huge plus for him --that he doesn’t tell you about-- is watching you curl up on his chest and sleep soundly, like you haven’t got a worry in the world has stayed up from dusk to dawn before because he wanted to watch you sleep

never did he think that someone would feel safe with him,, given how thin and weak he used to be,, but you’ve always taken to sleeping on top of him 

will struggle to tell you he loves you,, but every little thing he does for you is more than enough of a reminder

[sithlordintraining]

BEYCHELLA 2018

A/N: Because my hair still hasn’t grown back and to be honest I could go off and give detail about everything but I was like I don’t have time for that. 

Summary: Kylo “I got fuxking money” Organa-Solo takes his unapologetically black girl/friend to Beychella VIP status

Warning: cursing.

Kylo’s fingers strummed against the table you were sitting at; your dark eyes were glued to the screen of your Mac. “I’m going to Coachella with Rey, Finn, and Poe.” He said and you just ok’d him unbothered. “And...so are you.” The badge popped up in right hand corner of your screen for an airdrop. The words that he said didn’t process but when you saw the photo of the ticket, you turned to look at him. “Wha-Why, Kylo?” You were confused but were smiling. You watched as his large body shrugged his broad shoulders, looking like an oversized child as a blush filled his cheeks. “I-I just thought you would like to go with m-us. I know you usually go to Panorama, so I thought you would enjoy it.” Kylo said avoiding eye contact. “Thanks, Kylo. I mean I don’t know what to say.” You were in such a shock, your brows were still furrowed. “That you’ll go, please.” He joked. “Yeah, yeah of course. How much do I owe you? I’ll Venmo you right now.” Your fingers moved quickly against the keyboard. “Nothing Y/N, it’s my treat.” Your eyes found his brown irises that you loved to compliment him about. “Don’t give me that look Y/N, I mean it.” You would be lying if you didn’t like him paying for everything, but he was spoiling you and he wasn’t even your boyfriend! “Fine!” You rolled your eyes. “When is it so I can block out my days at work?”

“It’s Saturday, April 14th. I could only afford one day, sorry. But if you want, we can go the whole weekend and I can show you California.” Kylo’s rich voice was soft as he spoke to you. He knew you had never been and he would love to show you, Cali, just like you had helped when Rey visited New York. Plus, if he could just get you alone for a weekend in his element, maybe he would finally be able to tell you how he feels. “I guess,” you teased never really being a fan of the West Coast, besides the rap. “Let’s see this lineup.” Kylo bit his bottom lip knowing that his plan would work. He watched your eyes widen at the screen. “BEYONCE?!” You turned to look at him with a wide smile plastered on your face. He broke out in a giggle. “You look like the meme,” Kylo said. “Shut up!” You punched his arm. “But seriously though, Beyonce? Oh my God, we are going to see you Beyonce!” His lips tugged up because he loved seeing your smile and knowing that he caused it, made him happier. You wouldn’t consider yourself a die-hard Beyhive member, but as a former dancer and performer, you respected the woman and gave credit where credit was due. She was the best living entertainer of this generation and most influential person; not to mention her music has gotten you through a lot and she was Blue Ivy’s mom. “Oh my God, what am I going to wear?!” You screeched as you maniacally hit the keys on the laptop. Kylo just chuckled before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Alright, see you later.” “Bye Ky, thank you so much.” You looked up at him with a happy pout. “Anything for you, kid.” He smiled and was on his way.

All of Friday, Kylo took you to see his California. Everyone could go down Rodeo Drive or see the Hollywood sign, but he wanted to show you a side to California that almost made you want to stay. But Saturday came fairly quick and you were waking up to the smell of pancakes. You strolled downstairs to see Kylo behind the island. “Good Morning,” You said. Kylo turned to see you in your cute little PJs and head scarf. “Good Morning, Y/N.” He plated the bacon. “Where’s Rey and everyone?” You asked. “They left already.” He handed you your plate. “I thought we could just chill and get ready until Beyonce,” Kylo told you. “You act like I’m going to take long.” You rolled your eyes eating the bacon. “Of course not sweetheart. But, I know it’s a time zone difference and you would like to perfect your baby hairs.” He teased. You gave him a death look. “I know you’re joking but the hairs are a serious thing.” You stuck your tongue out. “What time does she perform?” “At 11pm.” Kylo told you. “11? Oh, Bey, I’m going to need a nap, we have like 12 hours to waste.” You wore a silk and lace yellow cami with crystal embellished high-waisted shorts and the big purchase that you had been saving just for the concert: Miu Miu Matelasse leather belt bag. Expensive and trendy? Yes. But you could also wear it as just a belt or a clutch. Your tongue pressed against the back of your teeth as you focused on laying your baby hair down perfectly. Kylo stood at the door just watching you with a small smile on his lips. He knew how he felt about your curls. Looking in the mirror, you saw the weirdest sight. “Are you wearing a-” You turned to see his muscles under the ‘Beyhive Boys’ shirt and his dark hair braided back in a bun. You couldn’t help but laugh at how cute and out of his element he looked. “I don’t want to be out of place.” Kylo sat down on the toilet and held out be stickers. “What is this?” You took it from him. “I’m going to put them on my body.” Kylo was the master of being emotionless, so when you saw his straight face say this and you busted out laughing. “You’re so cute!” Kylo opened his legs as you engulfed him in a hug. His arms wrapped around you tightly, nuzzling into your belly. “Alright, Mr. Knowles lets put these bees on you.”

Walking the festival grounds, you held Kylo’s hand as you took in everything. Never have you ever thought you would be at Coachella or see Beyonce or be with Kylo in this type of setting. Kylo always like it for it to be just you two and you thought it was so sweet that he spent the time and money to think about you like this. “We are meeting them here.” Kylo stopped as he looked around for his cousin and friends. Soon, both were able to make out the sound of laughter from the famous trio. “BEN!” Rey screamed running to him but then quickly shifted to you. “Y/N YOU LOOK SO GOOD!” She ran to hug you. Poe and Finn approached Kylo. “Woah, aren’t you ready for Queen Bey?” Poe said. Kylo just rolled his eyes. “And Miss thing came to slay over here.” Finn's hands moved up and down and in a praising gesture. Y/N laughed at Finn’s ridiculousness. “Come on, let’s get some pictures and fun in before Beyonce stops the world.” Rey grabbed your hand and everyone followed. You had such an amazing time and took so many great pics with your friends. Not to mention Kylo, you thought Kylo was so beautiful, not just on the outside, and you wish he could see that. The group made their way to the main stage. “We are going this way.” Kylo tugged your hand that almost never left his. “Dude, what? We are going to be in the back already, where could we possibly go?!” He could tell you were getting anxious and frustrated. “We’ll catch you guys later,” Kylo told the trio as he led you to a secluded section. It was heavily guarded and made you confused. “Can I see some ID?” The man asked and the pair showed him. Soon he was letting them in and handing them lanyard.

Thanking the man, you read the laminated card. “BEYCHELLA!” You squeaked. “Oh my God Kylo, how the fuck did you do this?” Kylo just shrugged. “I guess it pays to have my mom be a famous Senator,” Kylo told you. Kylo had money, so you weren’t surprised that you both had VIP bands for the festival but this was another level. “This is crazy!” Both of your hands wrapped around his as you beamed up at the tall figure. Kylo looked down to see you glowing and not just your skin, but your whole aura. He loved every moment of you taking him by the hand and leading him to a good spot to see both stages. You stopped in front of the gate and looked at him. “Oh my God, that’s Jourdan Dunn!” You whispered. He turned to see a couple of models that you followed and he grabbed both your hands smiled down at you. “You’re so cute.” Now it was your time to hide your blushing expression, wrapping your arms tightly around him. With other people filling into the little VIP area, you tried your best to keep it cool, but and you and Kylo caught everyone’s attention. Two beautiful Beyonce-themed people, everyone thought you were the cutest couple, Kylo was very surprised when people wanted pictures. Of you, he was not; you were his Naomi Campbell and he loved seeing and watching you take pictures. But him it was different, he wasn’t as photogenic as you. With some hyping and a few of you, he was able to show off his Queen Bey outfit. “Just letting you know, I’m not apologizing for my actions and if you don’t want to be my friend anymore, it’s fine ‘cause baby girl finna turn up!” You told him.

Soon all the lights were dimming and screams filled the air. Kylo heard you gasp as the surrounding phone screens illuminated your face. His dark eyes memorized your childlike expression waiting for the show to start. The spotlight illuminated a female drummer as she began tapping. “Oh, my God.” You whispered. A whistle blew and the beat dropped, the dancers began to move and exposed Beyonce in all her royal garb. Y/N’s mouth hung open as she couldn’t believe what she watches. Her eyes fell to the main stage where she saw the bleachers and the band. “OH MY GOD IT’S A FUCKING HBCU, SHE’S FUCKING TAKING US TO COLLEGE!” Y/N screamed and Kylo chuckled. He knew that when you were little you wanted to go to an HBCU and you wanted to be a line dancer, sometimes you regretted not going and that would make Kylo sad because he met you here in college and he couldn’t even FATHOM you not being in his life. Even if he had only known you for a little less than a year. Kylo’s eyes went from you to the top of the bleachers seeing Beyonce. “That’s from the fucking Wiz, woah okay, bitch take me all the way black!” He heard you say. The beat dropped and Beyonce began to move. “Coachella are you ready?” “YASSS! IT’S FUCKING CRAZY IN LOVE” He heard you say. He just stared in awe as the show commenced. He never really watched for Beyonce until now and he had to admit, the price was worth it and the show just started.

“She’s line dancing, she better not sit-wow, she’s fucking my life up.” Y/N said she could feel the adrenaline rush through her as the performance went on. You stuck your tongue out and began to twerk when they remixed Crazy in Love with Back Dat Ass Up. Kylo looked at you for a brief second before a blush hit his face and continued to watch the dancers do the same thing. It started to slow down as she moved to the next song. Your hands flew to your face. Kylo’s brows furrowed as he gently pulled you to him. “You okay? What happened?” Y/N turned up to look at him with glossy eyes. “She’s singing Lift Every Voice and Sing. That’s the Black national anthem.”  She hadn’t heard that song in years! From pre-school to middle school she went to an all-black and very pro-black school that celebrated the culture. So hearing this definitely invoked some nostalgic emotions for her. But the tears fell away as Formation came on and Kylo knew how much you LOVED that song. “Are we swag surfin’ again?” You began to dance and took Kylo’s arms and did the same. “YASS BEY!” He stood there smiling torn between watching Beyonce perform and the girl he was in love with being so happy and carefree.

“Kylo those are Les Twins!” She shook his shoulders which prompted him to tear his eyes from her to the stage. The beat for Partition dropped and you were living and soon filtered into Yonce which got you hyped because Jourdan, Joan, and Chanel were in your section and if you were living, you know they were living. Check On It started to play and you swore if they weren’t already, your edges were GONE! “Check On It like Pink Panther, bitch throwback to my fucking Disney MP3 Player!” You screamed. You haven’t heard that song in years, but you still knew the lyrics. “Oh, Shit!” They both said in unison as Jay-Z walked on the stage. “If Blue comes out, I’m done, I’ll be done.” Kylo threw his head back laughing because you LOVED that little girl more than you loved her parents. The girls and Beyonce came back with their army fatigue and you felt so stupid for not realizing what this was leading up to when three silhouettes rose from the stage. Hands flew into your hair as you screamed. Kylo jumped definitely not expecting that. But, never in your twenty-two years of life did you think you would get the chance to see this. You remember playing Destiny’s Child and telling people you were Beyonce and they weren’t. Young Y/N was going off; Kelly, Bey, and Michelle were right there looking fine as ever and better than most of the artist that we have now! You haven’t heard good harmonies like that in a minute. “Woah, the boots are falling, somebody’s getting fired.” If that wasn’t enough, Solange came running out. “WHAT?!” You screamed as they danced to Get Me Bodied. “THIS IS AMAZING!”

You don’t know why you underestimated Beyonce by thinking it couldn’t get better than this but when Single Ladies started you were breaking out the dance moves that were in your muscle memory. Kylo couldn’t help admire you dancing with the same energy as the dancers on stage. He knew about Single Ladies so he flipped his hand just like Beyonce which made you laugh. You hugged his side and he wrapped his arms around you, hopefully, you wouldn’t be single any longer once he finally worked up the nerve. Beyonce began to talk and sang Love On Top. With your arms still wrapped around him tightly, you began to sing the song, Kylo’s head rested atop your head. They continued to watch Beyonce snatch wigs and life from everyone at Coachella. Beyonce said her thank yous and left the stage. Everyone began to exit still on a high. Kylo led you out. “You enjoyed yourself?” He asked walking to the meet-up with the trio. You nodded still reveling in what just happened. The ride back to the house you were silently snuggled up with Kylo; Rey, Finn, and Poe didn’t mind as they were drunk and talking about God knows what.

When you entered the house everyone went to bed except you and Kylo, who was chilling in the living room. “That was amazing, I’ve never seen a show like that and it wasn’t even her concert,” Kylo told you. “Yeah,” You said silently with a smile. Kylo observed the small smile on your face as tears filled your eyes. “A-Are you okay?” He moved closer to you. “Yeah, I just,” You wiped your tears as you giggled. “You might think it’s silly, but watching her, watching THAT performance, that was me. It was for me, it was for us.” Kylo didn’t need you to explain what you meant; he remembers all the times you complained about going to see Solange and all the whites being at the front of the stage and not showing her enough love, how it wasn’t fair for them or you, and how she had made you feel as a black woman. “No, I don’t think it’s silly.” Kylo shook his head. “It’s just, that was my culture. Like the bands, the frats, the line, the songs; I wanted to go to Hampton like my Uncle and be a dancer and perform at the shows that we used to go see. And the Nina Simone, Malcolm X excerpts and the anthem-like.” You rolled your eyes as more tears fell. “I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it.” You show him your arms. “She turned the whitest festival black.” Kylo joked and you laughed. “Totally, but I mean she made history, we witnessed history and she infused it with our history. After everything, this was for us by us. Thank you for allowing me to see this.” You turned to him and smiled. Kylo brushed the fallen curls out of your face.

“I’m just happy that you’re happy. You make me so happy Y/N and I couldn’t think of a better way to express how thankful I am for being my friend and just putting up with me.” Kylo said. “So you take me to the most anticipated show since 2017? I must mean a lot to you. I’m forever indebted to you.” You laughed. His fingers combed through his hair as he let out a shaky breath not knowing how to say his next words. “You can be my girlfriend.” He said and you threw your head back in laughter which confused him. “You didn’t have to take me to see Beyonce to be your girl, but I’ll take it.” Hands cradled his face as they nuzzled their noses together. Two pairs of dark eyes held a heavy stare. His large hands softly gripped your waist. His full lips touched yours as he pulled you closer. Kylo couldn’t believe this whole night was real. He felt her soft lips fall into a smile as he continued to leave kisses on her lips. He pulled back to see her blushing expression. Her head fell into the crook of his neck as he pulled her into a bear hug and pulled you on top of him. “Thank you, Beyonce!” Kylo sighed looking down at his favorite person in the whole world.

tagged:  @rebeccamaximoff @hoe-for-kylo

P.S: Y’all better read this lmao

[thatishogwash]

Saying Hello

KuroDai Week 2018 May 7, Day Two: Getting Together / Post Break-up AO3

Daichi put his hands into his jacket pockets as he exited the hotel they were staying at for Spring High.  It was an uncharastically cool night for spring but after being in a stuffy room with his entire team the cold breeze against his face felt soothing.  He let out a yawn that cracked his jaw as he glanced around the outside of the hotel, his hand wrapping around his phone to pull it out when he saw the tall silhouette of someone leaning against the corner of the building, shadowed from the street lamps that were just flickering on even though the sun was still setting.

Daichi felt a grin pull at his face as he recognized the lean form and the bright red jacket  and pants.

“Are you trying to look suspicious?”  Daichi asked as he approached the other teen.  He thought maybe one of them should be disappointed, sad or even angry but both of them were grinning widely at the other.

Kuroo stood up straight and took a quick step before Daichi was suddenly engulfed in a hug.  It was unexpected but welcomed just the same as Daichi circled his own arms around Kuroo’s back, hugging the other teen tightly.  With their height differences Daichi’s face was buried in Kuroo’s neck.  Kuroo’s arms were wrapped around Daichi’s shoulders, head bent down to press his nose right behind Daichi’s ear.

Before Daichi could really question it Kuroo was pulling back, not before his hand gently ran over the back of Daichi’s neck.  He stepped back, releasing Daichi completely before looking away and even in the growing darkness Daichi could see the light dusting of pink on Kuroo’s tanned cheeks.  Kuroo’s embarrassment made Daichi’s own face turn red but he laughed it off.

Daichi hadn’t been sure how this meeting would go.  When he got a text from Kuroo he had been partially surprised but more so in the fact that he half expected Kuroo to text him.  One of them had lost at Spring High to the other, one of their high school volleyball careers was coming to a close earlier than they expected but no one would be able to tell by looking at them.  Just like in the game itself there was mutual respect there and the knowledge that they both tried their hardest, gave it their all and scraped for every point and save they could.

There was a little bit of heartache on both their sides, Daichi knew that.  He thought it might have more to do with the fact that this was their last year, they would never have a battle of the garbage dump again.  They would never have this moment again and that made the atmosphere heavy.  But there was also the future opened up wide in front of them.

Which reminded Daichi.

“Here.”  Daichi’s grin widened as he pulled out the piece of paper he had specifically brought in the hopes of pushing it into Kuroo’s face.  Kuroo’s long fingers took the paper, glancing up at Daichi’s face before unfolding the paper and reading what was neatly typed up on it.  Daichi wished he could have done a whole fake-out routine but he was too excited, to happy for the nearing future to pretend otherwise.

“You got it?  You got in!”  Kuroo was hugging Daichi again, both of them laughing and grinning as the paper was wrinkled in Kuroo’s overexcited grip.  “Holy shit Dai, you got a full sports scholarship.”  Kuroo’s wide eyes were on the paper so he missed the darkening of Daichi’s cheeks at the nickname.

Kuroo called him Dai in texts, only switching to Sawamura when Daichi was being purposefully obtuse or challenging.  That was another thing that had happened after their first practice match and well after their training camp.  Being rivals with Kuroo was instinctual but being friends with Kuroo?  Easiest thing in Daichi’s short life.

“I talked to the recruiter after our game with Shiratorizawa, I didn’t think anything would really come of it.”  Daichi rubbed his neck in embarrassment after they had stepped back once again from their impromptu hug.  Daichi shoved his free hand into his pocket because he really wanted to pull Kuroo close again.

Daichi had acknowledged his crush on the other captain early on.  He wasn’t going to the same college as Kuroo because of him, though Kuroo being there was a nice bonus.  It had one of the best programs for the area he wanted to study and a fantastic volleyball team that showed a real promising future.

“Of course he’d want you, look at what you’ve accomplished with Karasuno, the flightless crows.”  Kuroo smirked at the nickname.  Somehow when Kuroo said it it no longer sounded like an insult, but instead became something more.  After all, Nekoma was known as a failing powerhouse too and look how far they came.

“Everyone knows it’s because of the others, I’ve hardly done anything.”  Daichi shrugged.  He hoped he didn’t disappoint too many people when he joined the volleyball team at his new school.  He was looking forward to battling on the same side as Kuroo.

“Daichi.”  Kuroo’s face was unusually serious as he stepped forward, forcing Daichi to lift his chin to look up at him.  Most of the time this would annoy Daichi, but right now it made his heart pound faster.  “What everyone knows is that you are the backbone of your team.  Yeah that weird duo and the power of Tanaka and Asahi, plus my own prodigy and the rest of the team helps too but you keep them afloat.  You filled in the holes so they could do all their fancy plays.  You kept their spirits up when all hope seemed lost.”  Kuroo’s fingers were feather soft against the still healing bruise on Daichi’s face.  It was cool out but Kuroo’s fingers were ice cold, a nice relief on Daichi’s suddenly heated skin.

“They are going to be even bigger monsters next year, they’ll give Nekoma a run for their money.”  Daichi couldn’t help but grin as Kuroo laughed, his hand falling away.

“How are you going to be so competitive when we are on the same team next year?”  Daichi felt a thrill run up his spine at the thought.  One of them would be leaving the tournament today while the other continued on but Daichi’s thoughts were suddenly consumed with training and practicing on the same side of the net with Kuroo.

“You’ll have to show me around Tokyo.”  Daichi said instead of answering.  They would always be competitive but he thought it might shift when they graduated high school and went to the same college.

“What a drag.”  Kuroo’s smirk was wide and made Daichi push him away.  When had they gotten so close?

“We should be heading back.”  Daichi glanced back at the door just in time to feel something soft and slightly chapped brush his cheek.  He turned back to look up at Kuroo with wide eyes.  “Did you just-”

“No!”  Kuroo was stepping back rapidly, hand over his mouth as if his own lips had betrayed him.

“A kiss on the cheek?  Felt like something my grandmother would do.”  Daichi felt light and giddy as he laughed at Kuroo’s shocked face.  He had moments where he thought Kuroo might feel the same way but it was difficult to convey tone through text.  He had no idea if he was flirty with everyone because he had no point of reference.  Just asking would have been awkward and he never had to nerve to do anything about it.

“Sawamura!”  Kuroo covered his eyes as he turned away.  Daichi caught his sleeve, pulling him back and laughing again as Kuroo groaned and hid his face in Daichi’s neck.  Daichi patted his hair consolingly.

“There, there.”  Daichi turned his head and gave Kuroo’s cheek a soft peck.  “Better?”  Kuroo groaned loudly, and dramatically, which only caused Daichi to laugh harder.

“I’m transferring schools.”  Kuroo complained even as he shifted closer, hands curling into the fabric of Daichi’s black jacket.  “Changing my name, dying my hair-”

“It would be even more of a disaster then.”  Daichi said conversationally, grinning up at Kuroo as he pulled back enough to give Daichi the stink eye.

“I was aiming for your mouth but you turned your head.”  Kuroo was pouting which was ridiculous.  More ridiculous was how adorable Daichi found it.

“Shouldn’t you ask permission before kissing someone?”  Daichi scolded him lightly.  Some of the embarrassment was falling away from Kuroo as he caught on that Daichi was teasing him because yes, he returned those feelings and maybe he’d enjoy a real kiss also.

“Can I kiss you?”  Kuroo asked.

“Absolutely not.”  Daichi deadpanned.  Kuroo made a disgruntled face before Daichi pulled him down to kiss him.

It was Daichi’s first kiss, though it might take years for him to ever admit that to Kuroo.  It was Daichi’s turn to be embarrassed as their noses hit each other and their teeth clicked painfully.  Daichi cringed, getting ready to pull back when Kuroo’s hand gently cupped the back of Daichi’s head, tilting his head to the side slightly before coming in more carefully.

That kiss was definitely better than its predecessors.  It was soft and carefully, and Daichi could feel Kuroo’s smirk against his own lips but for once that didn’t make Daichi feel the need to wipe it off his face.  He kissed it instead, gently placing a kiss on Kuroo’s top lip, an apology for the teasing he had endured and a soft kiss on his bottom lip, another apology for the slightly painful first kiss.

Someone cleared their throat and both teens jumped apart.

“It’s getting late.”  Ukai’s raspy tone was harsh but there was amusement in the tilt of his chin and the upwards corners of his mouth.

“Sorry!”  Both of them apologized, bowing deeply to Ukai who snorted as he pulled out a cigarette.

“Didn’t Takeda ask you to not smoke in front of us very impressionable youth, sir?”  Daichi asked and he could feel Kuroo’s shocked eyes on him for his cheek.  Ukai’s eyes narrowed as he put the cigarette in between his teeth.

“How about you go inside and we both pretend none of this ever happened?”  Ukai asked.

“Yes sir.”  Daichi grinned up at Kuroo, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before walking quickly inside, not wanting to push his luck any further.

Daichi was halfway to his room when his phone beeped from his pocket.  It was a picture of Kuroo holding Daichi’s acceptance letter, holding it ransom until Daichi would visit him once Spring High was over so they could tour their new college together, perhaps go apartment shopping.

Sometimes Daichi’s heart felt heavy with the sheer amount of possibilities waiting in his future but knowing Kuroo was going to be there made him feel lighter.

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Pic for a Fic

(I absolutely adored this idea, I love seeing my dear Prince being the absolute sweetheart that we all know he is~ And to have him be a sweetheart to a little kid, especially a little girl, ugh, so much diabetes; I love it to bits~ Also I headcanon that Zora birthdays are called hatchdays because they do age according to when a Zora hatches from their egg so yeah~ X3 Hope you like it @reignitedn7 Enjoy!~)

Princess For A Day

Word Counts: 3664 Warnings: Sweetness, Fluff, Children, Really long

“How could they forget…?” The little Zora girl mumbled to herself as she wandered out to the center of the town, taking out her frustrations on the pebble that happened to cross her path. With a swift kick she sent the pebble a short distance away from her, plopping into the pool of water that surrounds the statue of the late Princess. The girl didn’t need to look up to know that her assumption was correct, it had been there since she was hatched so there was no need to wonder.

The girl looked up and drew a little closer - her feet moving easily through the ankle-deep water feeling it splash a little against her scales -  to the great statue wondering what kind of person that Princess Mipha had been.

Surely she must have been very nice since everyone had adored her because they talked very highly of her. Stories about her beauty and gracious presence when she talked to others like she was ready to listen to all that troubles her subjects or about her healing magic that could mend any kind of wound or even her contributions to a group called the Champions as a powerful wielder of the spear. Pretty and strong she was truly the talk of the kingdom even though the Princess was not here anymore. The young Zora often witnessed others come to visit the statue of the late Princess throughout the day paying their respects to the radiant marble a clear sign that they miss her.

Adored and respected by everyone in the Kingdom and then some the girl thought that surely someone like Princess Mipha would’ve never had her Hatchday forgotten.

Letting out a soft sigh the girl hung her head and walked sitting down on the lower step of the statue’s stand that protruded from the water. Staring down at her feet that kicked lightly at the cool waters that engulfed her small feet making splashing sounds as they were raised and then let fall back into the water. The girl let out another sigh then thought to herself, maybe if she stayed here by the statue her parents would eventually come by and notice her.

Maybe then they’d remember what day it was.

After a short while of soaking her scaled feet in the water someone did approach her, however, it was definitely not one of her parents. She heard the person approaching before she saw him, the splashing water quickly giving him away and catching her attention.

The male Zora was very tall and she had to crane her neck back just to look up at him, eyes widening a little in surprise to see the Prince of the Zora making his way over. Strangely the adult seemed very happy to see her, though she had never really seen Prince Sidon without a smile on his face. From what she knew he was always a very happy nice person and she had played with him a couple of times when he came to play with her and the other children.

None of the other children were out today, though now that she thought about it she had only seen one or two other people wondering around the kingdom on her way here. Was something going on? Adults were always running around doing important things that the girl could never understand.

“There you are, young one, I’ve been looking for you.” The Prince said kneeling down in front of her surprising the young girl in question who stared rather curiously up at the larger man who still towered over her even while he was kneeling down.

“...Looking for me? Why were you looking for me Prince Sidon?”

“Well, I had to come and wish a lady good tidings on her Hatchday! Happy Hatchday!”

Curiosity quickly turned to happy shock when the Prince said this and the girl jumps up from her spot of sulking to hug the older Zora the best that she could with her significantly smaller arms. Somebody had actually remembered her Hatchday and the Prince nonetheless!

The little girl gasped softly and then broke away from the Prince bowing her head politely adding a timid, “Sorry,” since her mother had told her to act well-behaved around others especially the Prince. “It’s just nobody else remembered not even my mom or dad. I think they forgot it,” the girl said before sitting down in her sulking spot once again.

“Oh I’m sure that they didn’t forget it,” Prince Sidon said in a very kind voice as he sat down beside her but the little girl only huffed and kicked her foot in the water.

“They did! They didn’t even act like today was special at all, mommy just told me to go play and daddy didn’t even look at me. They probably don’t care about me anymore!” The girl knew that this was probably a mean thing to say about her parents but that’s what it felt like.

“Hey now, don’t say that,” Prince Sidon suddenly lifted the little Zora and sat her down on his knee so that the girl could be a little more eye level with him. “I know for a fact that your parents love you very much and they would never stop caring about you.” The Prince insists offering a big smile to the frowning girl.

“How do you know?”

Prince Sidon seemed to get a little nervous by this sudden question, like he was having trouble trying to answer which only made the girl more puzzled and curious. He fumbled a little for words but eventually managed a smile and just said, “Trust me,” which didn’t really answer he girl’s questions but he moved very quickly to the next subject not giving her very much time to ponder his words. “So Hatchday girl, what’re you planning to do to celebrate?”

The girl stared at the Prince for a moment then just shrugged her shoulders. She had been expecting to spend the day with her parents playing games together, going swimming at her favorite spot, laughing and having a fun time. That didn’t look like it was going to happen so she was clueless. The farthest she got wa sulking beside Princess Mipha’s statue and that was not very much fun.

“You don’t know? Hm, then perhaps we could play together,” the girl’s face lit up,

“That is if you want to, would you like that?”

“Yes please!” The girl chirped eagerly giggling as Prince Sidon stood up supporting her small form on one arm.

“Excellent! What would you like to do on your special day? Just say anything that your little heart desires.”

“Anything?” Prince Sidon nodded his head and the little Zora smiled wide. The girl tapped her chin in thought thinking long and hard about what game they should play; there were so many options how could she ever pick just one?

Out of the corner of her eye the girl caught the image of Princess Mipha’s statue and her mind started to wander back to how everyone loved the Princess and surely showered her in affection and gifts. She had been admired by everyone, the girl wanted to experience that kind of attention she would never be forgotten then. Turning back to face Prince Sidon she smiled and then spoke a little hesitantly, “I want to be a Princess…”

The Prince’s crest rose a little at this request and for a second the girl was worried that he was going to reject it. However, Prince Sidon didn’t once drop his smile and even let out a soft laugh that reassured her worries. “A Princess, you say? That’s quite the request young one. I think that can be arranged.”

The girl’s face lit up again and every trace of worry vanished from her face as she began practically bouncing up and down with excitement bubbling inside of her. “Really?” She exclaimed in utter disbelief and when the Prince nodded smiling just as wide the blue Zora giggled and then threw her arms up ecstatically. Though this action nearly knocked her off balance and off her perch on Prince Sidon’s arm, luckily he was able to keep her steady.

“Careful little one,” Prince Sidon laughed before he set the girl back down in the water before putting his hands on his hips and gazing down at her. “Now I can’t make you Princess forever so just for your special day I will grant you the title but before I do you must take a vow.”

The Prince bent down so he could be eye level with the girl again giving her a serious look that made her straighten up and give her own serious and determined look though it was clear that both were doing so in a playful way. “Do you promise to be generous, kind, humble to all of your subject, to only use your power for good, and most importantly have fun?”

The girl nodded her head furiously. “I promise!”

There was a moment where the Prince was silent and simply stared at the girl as if to make sure that she was being complete distance. The girl continued to put on her brave face, eyes sparkling with fierce determination and excitement; she wanted this more than anything else in all of Hylia. Prince Sidon nodded his head then smiled wide as he said, “Then I hereby proclaim you Princess for the day! All hail the Princess!” He kneeled and bowed his head to the girl as he spoke making her giggle at the older man’s silliness.

“Get up Prince Sidon,” the girl said still giggling.

The Prince laughed along but only rose his head as he spoke, “You are the Royal today, Princess. You can just call me Sidon, your loyal subject.”

With another giggle the little girl nodded in understanding then put her hands on her hips trying to stand tall and proud like a proper Royal but the smile on her face gave away her disguise. “Then rise my loyal subject,” the Princess said in her best Royal voice watching giddily as Sidon obeyed her command and stood up.

“So, my highness, as princess for the day, what is your first royal decree?”

The girl, newly-crowned princess, thought long and hard once again before she made her command though once again she found herself taken aback when it was accepted. Actually Sidon seemed very eager to agree to what she said looking off at something in the distance but she was much too excited to be swept off her feet. Before she knew it, the girl was being lifted up once again into Sidon’s arms before she is paraded cheerfully toward the palace entrance.

Eyes wide with anxious anticipation as Sidon passed right through the Kingdom to the entrance not being stopped by any of the guards to inquire about the little girl currently nestled in his arms. She became more and more nervous they closer they drew to the main entrance catching quick glances with a few of the guards. Their eyes focusing on her ride and then on her curiously but after a moment they would return to their business guarding or patrolling around. Never once did Sidon stop not even when they approached the open archway and passed by the two Zora guards posted outside.

A great thrill courses through the girl when they strutted right past them and she straightened up a little giddier that she had been led straight into the palace by the Prince himself. The entrance hall, also known as the throne room, looked just as extravagant as the other rare times she had come to see it. To be here without her parents was rather strange but the brand newness of it all filled her with a sense of pride that was quickly dashed away when she heard a voice that was quite hard to miss considering how it boomed throughout the room. It was stern but not angry and could be heard clear as day over the sound of the water gushing from the fountains and splashing water around the circular podium that Sidon now stood on.

“My son, who is this little one you have brought with you?”

King Dorephan. The girl couldn't believe that she had forgotten all about the King especially when entering his palace. She had never gotten to meet him up close like this; only from afar when the Zoras gathered in this throne room for important announcements, or whispered by the adults. Kind and wise from centuries of holding the crown and ruling the land with a steady hand. Maybe, if he was nice as they say, he would not mind her intrusion or that Sidon had proclaimed her a princess. The girl tried to cling tighter to Sidon but the older Zora carefully maneuvered her from her safe perch and set her down on the ground where she timidly ducked behind his leg instead.

“Well this is my friend.” Those words alone made the girl smile and heart full with joy. Sidon continued, “Today is her Hatchday so we were going to play together in the palace as she wished to be princess for the day,” Sidon said looking up at his father before the girl noticed him glance down at her and nod his head. With uncertainty she took a small step out from behind Sidon’s leg but still kept her hand on him looking up at the massively large king shyly. “She’s very sweet and she promises to stay out of trouble, she took a vow after all, right Princess?” You nod your head looking up at Sidon then turning back to the King.

He chuckled in what sounded like a deep rumble gazing at her with his own sort of fond gaze though there was some other feeling mixed in as well she could not tell from her spot. “I hope you have a lovely afternoon then Princess, you are in good hands.” King Dorephan gave a bow of his head and the child felt it only right to give him a polite bow of gratitude in response though she could hardly contain her excitement.

Sidon thanked the King then held out his hand to the eager girl, joy now restored ten fold as she was lead out of the throne room and further into the palace; this was further than she had ever been and the idea was so exciting she couldn’t help but pick up the pace wanting to get inside as soon as possible.

“C’mon Sidon, let’s go,” she chirped trying to pull on the older man to get him to go faster but he seemed determined to whisper something to some other Zora which only made the girl more impatient. She turned around now gripping the Prince’s hand with both of her smaller ones to pull on the larger male urging him to move with her. “C’mon!”

Sidon laughed and then broke away from the lady Zora - who must’ve been a maid in the palace with how she bowed her head to the Prince - before suddenly swooping the girl off her feet which makes her let out a squeal of surprise being suddenly picked up. “Alright! My impatient little princess,” The man proclaims as he throws the girl up and then catches her in his arm rousing a round of giggles from her, “Let the fun begin

“Back monster, I am the Princess of this Domain and you will bow before me!” The girl thrust forth her weapon - a dull training spear - striking the mighty beast before her directly into his stomach making him let out a cry of agony. Sidon stumbled back clutching the spear to his chest as if it had actually plunged into his flesh and fatally wounded him. “Curse you oh mighty Princess of the Zora!” He exclaimed before falling to his knees and then onto his side groaning and moaning from his “pain.”

The little girl giggled at Sidon’s act until he went still and the spear fell with a soft clang on the polished floor as he turns over onto his back tongue lolling out of his mouth truly committed to his role as a dead beast. She moved to stand over the head of her fallen foe and bent over gently tapping the tip of Sidon’s crest, “Wake up Sidon, we have more games to play!”

Sidon coughed and gasped as if that was the last breath of air he was ever going to take, “But how can I play when I have been slain?”

She giggled again and then moved over to Sidon’s side glancing up at him to see one of his eyes open and gazing down at her to see what she was doing but quickly closed it when the two Zoras met eyes. “The Princess declares that you will live again!” The girl proclaims before jumping on top of Sidon. The older Zora winces and immediately throws his arms up to try and soften the blow of the Princess’ body colliding with his own; sitting up with a groaning sort of laugh he lifted the girl off of him and set her down to the side.

“You are a lot heavier than you look your highness,” Sidon chuckles just as there is a knock at the door. A servant opens the door and looks at the Prince on the floor then to the young Zora girl standing beside him who shyly moves a little closer to Sidon. Her eyes then move to the mess of the room and the young girl thinks for a moment about the mess the servant would surely have to clean up.

The place had become her Royal playroom, in a way, and the games she had played with Sidon were spread out all around the space; there was the table where they had a lovely tea party, a bunch of fancy jewelry and silks draped over the couches that she had been allowed to dress up in, a practice bow - that had belonged to Sidon when he was young - along with a couple of dull arrows scattered about the room.

The girl hides behind Sidon when the servant entered, peeking her head - still baring some of the royal jewlery - out to peer at the female warily. “It seems like you have had fun,” she ducked behind her esteemed night when the servant looked directly at her. “I just came to inform the Prince that preparations are ready.”

Tilting her head curiously, the girl tried to decipher this strange information trying to figure out what the servant meant. Sidon didn’t have any trouble, he actually seemed to understand perfectly as he quickly stood up and thanked the lady for letting him know. Just what exactly was ready? Once the servant left, the young Zora found herself being swept off of her feet, rousing an enthusiastic giggle from her small body as she was spun around in the arms of the older male. “Let’s get going, your public awaits!”

It was hard to know what to expect as Sidon carried her further down nearly identical hallways - she definitely would’ve gotten lost in the palace if she didn’t have her guide -  her tiny heart jumping with anticipation every time they turned a corner, expecting something to be waiting for them on the other side. It wasn’t until they came to a grand doorway, even bigger than Sidon, that the male Zora finally stopped and her anxious feelings hit their peak wondering what was waiting for them beyond the doors.

She hadn’t realized how tightly she had been clinging to Sidon’s royal adornments until she felt his arm shake jogging her from her worries and focusing her attention back on him. “Now why does the princess look so scared?” The little Zora shrugged her shoulders fiddling with Sidon’s accessories until she was jolted from that action.

“No, no, no. Now that just won’t do,” he exclaimed setting her down on her feet in front of the door and examining her carefully. “A Princess doesn’t show when she’s scared, something is missing here… I’ve got it: a smile!”

“But Sidon-!”

He stuck out his finger, silencing her before she could say anything else. “No but’s, now you listen here Princess,” the male kneeled down to be at a better level with the smaller Zora, “Did you know the Mipha used to get scared a lot too?”

“No way.”

“Yes way, and I do too sometimes. But, even though she was frightened, you know what she always did?” The girl shook her head eyes beaming with curiosity. “She would smile, to make herself feel better and put her people at ease. So if you can smile even when you’re faced with something scary, well then I’d say you’d make an amazing Princess.” Sidon stood up grinning down at the girl who returned it with a timid one of her own.

“Perfect. Now, I’ll go in first and when you’re ready just knock and I want to see your biggest bestest Princess smile okay?”

“Okay!”

The girl giggled giddily as she watched Sidon carefully open the door just enough for him to slip through, giving her a thumbs-up before he disappeared inside. She waited a few moments for her giggling to subside and her lips would stop moving enough to let them settle in a chipper smile. When she finally felt ready she eagerly knocked just like she had instructed and the doors almost instantly swung open revealing a dazzling room full of decorations and people that she knew, including Sidon.

Sidon smiled wide and then bowed to the girl followed closely by her friends giggling to themselves, her parents who were smiling just as delighted that their plan had worked, and everyone else that had pitched in on planning this surprise party for her. All at once they chorused happily, “Happy Hatchday your highness!”