#but is it really a drabble if i spent like 5 hours on it and ended up at what i'm sure is at least 2k?

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

favorite psych fics??? 👀

i honestly haven't read too-too many but here's an incomplete list:

food is life, and life hates juliet. this was the first one i read and i found it through @/thespiritssaidso answering my ask about spoiler free psych fics and it's so cute aksjsjdbs. i wrote a short little continuation here but it's a spoiler free shules sickfic/whump and it's pretty short and i've read it like 3 times bc it makes my feet kick. @/thespiritssaidso (Isolation68 on ao3) writes a bunch of really cute shassie stuff too but i like juliet far too much for this not to be my favorite of their work.

hidden emotions. it's less than 1k but just really good. it's pov second person (following jules) and has spoilers for the season 3 finale, but i love it a lot. i found it from someone answering my spoiler free psych post telling me to sort by date updated on ao3- which like- i wish i could find that notification and give you a hug bc that changed my life lol. i really really loved reading like a detached 2nd person fic, it's so well written because it doesn't make you feel like juliet but it gives so much information on her thoughts and feelings which was just a really cool experience and inspired me to write this (which i swear i will update soon i have like half of the next chapter on my notes app), which slight spoilers for season 4 but it's cannon divergence. anyway i love the concept and i love the execution and i love juliet o'hara

the door before me is open just enough. it's just really cute. another shules one shot i found the same way and it really stands up to re-reading

love game. fluff and smut, shules one shot i found the same way. there are a couple sexy shules fics that i love but for some reason this is the only one i have bookmarked. it's so good and the author does a really good job of keeping the characters believable throughout. theres some shawn and gus friendship stuff and karen vick, i just like it a lot

there are a lot more but these were most if the ones i bookmarked, if you're interested there are like 60 fics when you search psych >> shules >> english >> updated between 2006-2011, they're all pretty short (6k max i think) and probably 50 of them i liked so definitely check that out lol

edit: @/attic-nights was the one who told me to sort by updated on ao3!!! you are my favorite i love you so much go send them hugs lol

[obsessedwhyyes]

The Fool

Summary: As you lie, nestled into Astarion’s chest, he considers his feelings - his damned, complicated feelings.

Alternatively, Astarion experiences all 5 stages of grief in 10 minutes.

Rating: T Word Count: 816 Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader Content: First person Astarion POV, fluff and angst, rather a lot of angst actually, feelings denial, Astarion needs a hug, cuddling, Astarion's simple plan beginning to fall apart.

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A/N: You know when you’re lying in bed, unable to sleep until you write down that idea that’s managed to worm its way into your brain at unspeakable hours of the night? Here we have a slightly angsty drabble that decided to do just that! After the reception to the Gale first person POV, I wanted to try my hand at an Astarion POV. Hopefully you enjoy!

A fool lies in this tent.

Look at you, nestled into my side, sleeping peacefully against my chest as if a vampire’s embrace is the safest place in all the realms. Utterly ridiculous. So trusting, so… pliant. All according to plan, really. I set the trap - a few choice words here, a few lingering touches there - and you walked right into it. Just like I knew you would.

Just like all the others do.

Well, not quite like all the others. You actually believe there's something redeemable in me, don't you? How deliciously naïve.

Do you even realise what you've fallen for? What I am? A monster, a liar, a parasite. Oh, my dear, the fool you are.

Though I suppose your particular brand of foolishness has its… uses. Your blind faith in my redemption is almost charming.

No. Not charming. It’s pathetic. Pathetically predictable. It can’t be charming. Because, if it is, I’m no better than the fool I mock.

You shift slightly in your sleep, and I resist the urge to recoil. This charade - this playing at romance, at desire - it shouldn’t affect me so. I’m above this. I’ve spent centuries perfecting the art of manipulation, of taking what I need. It was supposed to be easy: charm you, bed you, and secure my safety. A means to an end. But as I lay here, with your warmth pressed against me, my chest begins to tighten. Not in fear or hunger, but in something… complicated.

Anger begins to burn at the back of my throat. Good. Anger is familiar. It’s safer, easier to control.

This is your fault, you know. No, worse - it’s mine. My fault that I have been reduced to this - a creature desperate enough to sell the only scraps of autonomy I have left. You think this closeness is love, don’t you? But it’s not. It’s survival. It has always been survival.

But then again… 

You’re not like the others at all, are you? Those who took without asking, without care. Your touch is… gentle. Always so damnably gentle. You’ve never grabbed, never demanded, never treated me like a thing to be used. With you, it hasn’t all been… bad. No, that’s not right - it’s been tolerable. Almost pleasant at times, really. Your touch doesn’t make my skin crawl; your voice doesn’t grate on my nerves. I tell myself it’s because you’re useful. That’s all this is. 

That’s all it can ever be.

If I were to tell you the truth, what would you do? If I were to push you away, would you stay? If I were to let you in, would you hurt me? These questions gnaw at me, demanding answers I don't have. 

Answers I don't want.

Even now, as you sleep, your fingers rest light as feathers on my chest. It’s maddening. Infuriating. How dare you? How dare you make this difficult? This was supposed to be simple. You were supposed to be simple. 

I could kill you right now, you know. One quick movement, and all these feelings would disappear with you. Never again would you look at me like I'm something precious, something worth saving, like I’m–

“... Astarion,” you mumble drearily in your sleep.

Hells.

I should leave. I should push you away, remind you that I am not something to hold on to.

But I don’t move. 

Instead, I stay. Because the truth, the awful, unbearable truth, is that I don’t want to lose this. The selfish man I am.

A sigh escapes me. 

It’s exhausting. I’m exhausted. 

Gods, what an absolute mess you’ve made of my carefully laid plans. I find myself watching you sleep, counting your breaths, fighting the urge to brush that strand of hair from your face.

When did this happen? When did I start to care whether you lived or died beyond your usefulness to me?

I hate this. I hate that you’ve made me feel anything at all, but more than that, I hate myself for not hating it more. The way you defend me, the way you’ve never once looked at me with disgust or fear… it’s terrifying.

You’re terrifying.

Yet I can't bear to give it away.

Your fingers curl into my shirt in your sleep, and I find myself pulling you closer despite every screaming instinct to push you away. Protecting you, as if I have any right to do so. As if I deserve the way you lean into my touch, trust in my words, believe in my capacity for - dare I say it - goodness. As if I deserve any of this.

The moonlight filtering through the tent catches on your sleeping face, and something inside me breaks. Or perhaps it's finally mending. I'm not sure I know the difference anymore.

A bitter laugh escapes my lips, so soft I’m certain it won’t wake you. How poetic. How utterly absurd.

You, the fool, who dared to fall for me. 

And I, the greater fool for letting you.

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[captain-huggy-bear]

Had a thot, had a break down over Clayton Keller and that he'll never be mine, wrote some stuff, bonne appetite. 18+ MDNI as there's a little bit of NSFW stuff mentioned but not much. Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

You don't expect anything but the traditional set up when Clayton finally proposes. You don't even consider the possibility that it won't just be you wearing your engagement on your finger. It seems natural for you to have the ring on your finger, one that Clay had spent more time than he ever imagined picking. But, it wasn't enough for him, even if it was enough for you. He wanted everyone to know he was taken, everyone to know he was yours as much as you were his.

Seeing the ring on your finger, his ring, does something to him. It makes him feel proud, makes him feel reassured that everyone else knows you're his, but it didn't feel accurate or fair...because it wasn't that you were his, it was that he was yours too. It wasn't a one way street.

He doesn't tell you he's going to do it, doesn't tell anyone. Just goes along to a local tattoo shop a few days after your engagement and gets your first initial permanently marked on the skin of his ring finger, right where his future wedding band will be. It feels right to him when comes out with it there, like he's showing the world he's engaged, he's taken, that you're going to be his wife, like he's now as much yours as you are his. It settles some of the buzzing unease under is skin, the sense of emptiness, wrongness at nothing being on his ring finger.

He doesn't mention it, just waits for you to notice and it doesn't take long. You've always been obsessed with his hands; his long fingers, that stupidly attractive ring he wears, the veins and tendons pulled taut on the back of his palm leading to his wrist where he always wears layers of bracelets. So it's really not a surprise to him that it takes less than 5 minutes of being in his presence for you to clock it.

"What's that?" Your eyes lock onto his ring finger, tongue coming out to wet your lip because that can't be what you think it is. It can't be...

"Mmm, what's what, baby?" The smirk he send your way is lazy and expectant, like he's been waiting for this, like this is the best thing that's happened to him all day.

You grasp his left hand between yours, finger pointing down at the tattoo where a ring will eventually rest. A black letter, a very familiar letter, in cursive stark and new against his skin, still wrapped to protect it as it heals.

"That. You don't have any tattoos."

"Correction, I didn't have any tattoos until an hour ago." Clayton's teeth peek out from beneath his lips, smirk deepening, eyes heavy lidded and dark as he watches your reaction to your initial being branded on his skin forever.

"What..." You know what it is, he can tell you know, but you're confused by it, struck by the statement he's making. Your pupils dilate taking over most of the colour in your eyes at the realisation that he's branded himself with you, declaring to the world that he's yours. Forever because that's certainly not coming off any time soon.

"It's your initial, baby." You hate that it's so hot. You hate that it's not just a sweet gesture of his love for you, a declaration that you're in this together, but that it also makes you want to kiss him so hard he can't breathe. It's just a bit of ink. Just a singular letter. It shouldn't matter that much. Shouldn't impact you that much.

"Why?"

"Want everyone to know I'm taken. We're partners, right? Why should you wear that," he nods to your engagement ring where it glints at him as your fingers smooth over the skin of his knuckles, "if I don't have something too, sweet girl?"

He says it so simply that the way you reach up to kiss him feels just as simple, just as natural as anything else you've ever done. The sort of kiss that makes him a little dizzy from how forceful it is, something you rarely are, the way you tug him down, fingers digging into his hair, how your tongue practically forces its way between his lips. It's more commanding than you've ever been with him, but the sigh you let out against him is so quintessentially you that he can't help but melt into you too.

And maybe the guys give him shit about it in the locker room, just like they always give him shit for all the hickeys you leave on him, all the scratches down his back. But, he just doesn't give a crap. Let them make fun of him, most of them only do it because they're perpetually single to the point where they've forgotten what it's like to be in love, to want someone so much that you'd do anything for them.

It's Kess that pulls him up on it first, noticing it as they're tossing a ball back and forth in a pre-game ritual of theirs.

"Dude, she branded you already?"

"No. I branded myself." Clayton smirks at him because Kess doesn't get it, never has. The guy is so single it hurts and the thought of getting a tattoo for a partner is so far out of his current experience that it's laughable to him.

"You're not even married yet, Kells."

"So? I'm going to be aren't I? I didn't exactly propose assuming we wouldn't get married." It's stupid to him that people act like it's a big deal. He proposed because he's going to marry you. Not because he wants to. Not because he hopes to. Because he is going to. To him the engagement is as good as marriage, it's just the period of preparation, getting it all together before the official ceremony.

"Leave him alone, Kess, let him be whipped and happy." It's Schmaltz, equally as whipped with his own fiancé, that comes to Clay's rescue. Still, Kess grins at Clay not done yet.

"Blink twice if you need help."

"Kess?" Clay smirks at him, basketball braced in his hands, ready to throw it harder at the taller man.

"Yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up." The ball hits Kess in the chest hard enough to wind him a little, bend slightly in too as he winces, Michael nods with a cough.

"Aye, aye, captain!"

And maybe it's also a little self indulgent too. Maybe Clay likes that when his hand wraps around your throat gently while he fucks into you that he can see your initial on his skin. That as he's claiming your body, you've already claimed his.

Call him possessive and you'd be right, but that possession is a two way street. He doesn't just want you to be his, he wants to be yours too. He wants to be coated in your marks, a walking billboard of your love just as much as he loves to cover you in his own marks, in his chain around your neck, his ring on your finger, his marks across your throat.

He wants you all over him and your initial is as good a mark as any, a mark gossip blogs have a field day with, a mark that he gets asked about in interviews that prompts him to talk about you, his fiancé, and how much he loves you.

A mark he hopes never even fades slightly.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Summer Heat

Summary: You run into your ex Taehyung at a bar and go home with him just to keep hanging out. But perhaps Taehyung wants more. And so do you.

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: exes au, exes to lovers, fluff, smut. 

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, dialogue heavy, communication, fingering, mention of oral, unprotected sex.

Notes: An exes to lovers Taehyung drabble request!!!! sorry it took so long...hope you enjoy anon! (and whoever else hehe)

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“Why did we break up?”

Did he ask that? Or did you? You aren’t sure who asked that. You just know that it’s been asked by one of you. The question floats in the air, the words growing bigger until they pop next to your ear. Your stomach stirs uncomfortably when the words echo a little, and finally, you realize it sounds a lot like your voice. You gulp.

“You don’t know?” Taehyung leans against the door frame, wood creaking before his arms cross over his chest. “If you don’t know then I definitely don’t know.” He suddenly smiles.

You’re wondering how you two ended up in his guest bedroom at his house. How you find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, a towel neatly folded in your lap as you wait for Taehyung to leave the room so you can shower. You glance at the dresser where his clothes lay on top, ready for you to borrow. Wearing his clothes is… 

“Sorry.” You look down, “I shouldn’t have asked honestly.”

“Why not?” His voice is teasing.

You look up again, “Because we spent the whole night talking about how the past is the past and I don’t know, it just felt nice to hang out. I don’t want to ruin any,” You motion your hands in the space between you, “Like…vibe we got going on.”

Taehyung laughs, his back relaxing more against the wall. “It has been fun, right? Who would have thought I’d run into you tonight.” 

“I can’t believe its six in the morning.” You glance towards the window, a dark blue sky beginning to light up. “Thanks again for letting me crash here.”

“I’m the one who insisted we stay up.” Taehyung stretches his neck, a small smile still on his face. “We had, what was it? 5? 6 years to catch up on?” 

“Something like that.” You smile back, shrugging a little. “Lucky tomorrow is Saturday and we don’t have to work.”

Taehyung gazes at you, the softness in his eyes hard to miss. “I think I would have stayed up no matter the day of the week.”

Your stomach tightens, “Oh yeah?”

“So why did we break up?”

He asks this time. The question now echoing in his voice.

“I don’t know really.” You answer, “We weren’t ready?”

Taehyung separates his back from the door frame, his legs taking him to the end of the bed where he sits next to you. “We were young?”

“And not ready.” You emphasize this time. “Right person, wrong time.”

“So are you going to let me know when it’s the right time?” Taehyung asks you, his voice quieter as he looks ahead. “Because who knows, maybe it’s still right person.” His eyes slide towards you, curiosity sitting in them. 

You can’t help but quietly gasp to yourself, his curious eyes sharpening the more he gazes at you. You’ve been wondering all night. You’ve been wondering if there’s still something between you, especially because something electric has been bringing you closer the past few hours. But you didn’t know if it was your imagination. 

Taehyung’s gaze drops down to your hand that rests against the mattress. His eyes trail up your bare arm and it feels as if his fingertips are grazing your skin. 

“You think we’re still a good match?” You breathe out your words, your eyes falling to Taehyung’s bottom lip. “Or do your interests only lie in getting laid tonight?”

Taehyung’s eyes grow round, shocked at first before he chuckles, “Can it be both?”

You bite back another smile. “Maybe.”

It’s been five and half years since you and Taehyung called things off—well, since you called things off. In your eyes, it really was right person, wrong time. You aren’t sure if Taehyung agreed at that time because you didn’t really give him the chance to. That still stings a little. Probably more for him than you but seeing how lighthearted he’s been all night, you guess he’s over it.

Are you over it?

You kind of have to be.

“I remember you being a really good kisser.” Taehyung’s fingers crawl over to yours, his skin warm as he subtly touches you. 

You bite down onto your bottom lip, another smile forming. “So this is about getting laid tonight.”

“Not at all. But maybe a part of it.” Taehyung taps his fingers before weaving them through yours. Then he pulls back. “But if you don’t want to do anything…”

“Who said that?” You find his dark eyes, “I might just be teasing you.”

“You’ve always loved teasing me.”

“Maybe I still do?”

“So, some things haven’t changed.” He teases back, shaking his dark hair from his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind if some things were still the same. There’s some things I’m hoping are very different though.”

“Like what?” You can’t help but ask, your hand sliding closer to his again. 

“One, I hope you stopped being such a picky eater. And two, you let me have an opinion about us.”

You feel that sting. It shouldn’t be you who feels it but you do. “Us?”

“Yeah.” He hums, his fingers suddenly between yours again. He leans closer to you, “I want to decide things too.”

“Like what?”

“Like,” Taehyung naturally grows closer to you, his body suddenly pushing up against your side when he leans down and presses his lips against your bare shoulder. “If I should be in your life or not.”

You slowly close your eyes when you feel his warm breath before he places a kiss on your shoulder. Then another. And another.

He continues, “Last time, you decided without me. This time I want a say.” Another kiss.

You feel your stomach turn upside down, his lips confusing you while his words make you feel guilty. 

“Taehyung.” You say his name, your voice uncontrollably insecure. “Are we talking about this now?”

Another kiss. “No.”

You open your eyes, your back straightening when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. It feels good and familiar. Yet you aren’t sure how to react.

“Is it crazy to say I’ve missed you?” Taehyung sighs out, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “It is, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have thought about you so much in these last few years.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

Your stomach flops again, but this time you feel intrigued. “What did you miss? Me? Or my lips? My mouth? My—”

“—Can’t I say everything?” Taehyung lifts himself, his eyes urging you to look at him. He stays close. “I missed your overthinking too, believe it or not.”

Your lips curl at the thought, his teasing working. “Oh yeah?”

“But I missed your hugs the most. When we hugged earlier…I swear I wanted to give you me right then and there.”

“Your vodka sodas make you chatty, don’t they?”

“Oh yeah.” He chuckles, “You aren’t used to it, right?”

“Considering you didn’t drink when I knew you, no. But it was fun drinking with you tonight.”

“You got kind of chatty too.” Taehyung decides to create space between you both, his body suddenly laying back on the bed. “Never been in love with anyone else since me?” He sounds proud. “Feels like that should have taken longer to admit—”

You hit his thigh with your fist, embarrassment hot on your neck. “Shut up, I didn’t think it was a big deal. Also, it’s the truth and I can’t change it.” 

You’re turned to eye him, but you quickly look away before laying down yourself. You keep your hands together, resting on top of your stomach.

“I’m not sure I’ve really been in love either. Maybe. Maybe not.” Taehyung tells you. “I’ve definitely thought about you over the years though.”

“Like what?”

“Your mouth—”

You hit his thigh again.

He laughs this time, “Okay, okay. Like for example, I saw someone eating skittles a few weeks ago and it reminded me of you. How you eat them all except the purple ones.”

“I still don’t eat the purple ones.”

“Great.” Taehyung huffs out dramatically, “You’re still picky.” He turns his head towards you and you do the same, meeting his eyes. Your stomach flops again when he smirks at you. “Somehow I missed that, too.”

“Liar,” You can’t help but laugh. “You—”

“We still click, you know?” Taehyung cuts you off, his gaze sharp again. “I’d like to hang out again. But not as friends or anything…as…I don’t know,” He turns his head, eyes on the ceiling while he smiles sheepishly. “I want to see if we can make this work. Possibly.”

“Vodka sodas make you so loose-lipped.”

“Thank God, too. I’m saying all the things I want to say so I’m thankful for it.”

“Well….” You turn your body towards him, lifting yourself on you elbow, “What else do you want to say?”

“You’re very pretty. And I want to kiss you.” Taehyung mirrors his body to yours. He looks confident as usual but you see the nerves in his eyes. “I’m not kissing anyone else at the moment, if you’re worried about that.”

“I wasn’t.” You weren’t. 

Taehyung has never been known for being a player, or messing with more than one girl at a time. If he’s showing interest in you then you know you’re the only one.

“I’ve been single for like 8 months already.” He tells you, “So I’m clean, too.” 

“I…yeah, it’s been a little while for me too.” You glance towards the open door, “But also, you sound real hopeful this is going to go in your favor.”

“Please.” He playfully rolls his eyes. “I know the way you’ve been looking at me all night. Catching up has been nice but there’s more going on here, right?”

He’s right.

“No.” 

“Now you’re the liar,” Taehyung smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “But like I said, we don’t have to do anything. But I still want to see you again.”

You’re both sat up on your elbows, the distance small between you before you decide to be brave.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask.

Taehyung blinks at you for a moment, his dark eyes surprised. 

“Just a kiss.” You assure him, your lips curling into a smirk. “One kiss.”

Taehyung holds his breath, seconds that feel like minutes pass. A small laugh finally leaves his mouth and his eyes fall to the bed. “Why am I suddenly nervous?” He admits. “As if I forgot how to kiss.”

“You were so confident earlier?” You tease him but you were positive you saw the nerves in his eyes and you were right. 

“I think the vodka sodas helped and they’ve worn off at this exact moment.”

“How convenient.”

“It really is, isn’t it?” 

You stare at Taehyung, his eyes going from yours to the mattress every few seconds before the strap of your tank top slides off your shoulder and his eyes glue to that extra inch of skin. It was a hot summer night, and a white tank top with some shorts is all the night called for.

You didn’t think you would run into Taehyung at a bar neither of you have been to. A night out with a couple of friends that happily ditched you to catch up with your ex. 

“Why did we break up for real, y/n?” Taehyung’s eyes are back on yours. “I know but sometimes I doubt and question it.” 

“Still?” 

“You expect me not to?” He laughs a little but his voice is now the one that sounds uncontrollably insecure. “I was in love with you for so many years of my life. You were my best friend…”

You feel a sharp poke in your heart. 

“I know.” You decide to sit up, your body slumping over a little. “I’m sorry.”

And you are. You’ve wanted to apologize for years. 

“I know you’ve been sorry since the day we broke up.” Taehyung sits up too, his side pushed up against yours. Suddenly space isn’t necessary. “Don’t feel bad. I just want to hear you confirm your reason.”

You glance at Taehyung, eyes studying him. “I got scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“That I didn’t know myself yet. That it would have been better if we were older…more mature. I should have just talked to you. But I thought you’d agree. I just…” You stop, ripping your eyes away from him. “Wanted to make it easier for both of us at that time.”

“Okay.” Taehyung nods to himself. “It wasn’t because you stopped loving me?”

“No.” You don’t find the courage to look at him yet. “I still loved you.”

Taehyung bumps into your shoulder with his and you hear the lightness in his voice again. “We’re older? More mature? You think we could look at one another the way we did before?”

You straighten your back again. “You really want to try this again?”

“I really want to kiss you at the least.” He sounds teasing once more. “But yeah, I’d love to continue getting to know you and see where this might lead.”

“I offered to kiss you already but you chickened out.” You bump into his shoulder now. 

“I know.” He laughs, “But turns out I did want to have the conversation now. Kind of want to kiss you even more now because of it.”

“Then kiss me now, if you want.”

You’re older now. More mature now.

Yet you’re sitting shoulder to shoulder, towel still folded in your lap, eyes on the floor and nerves surrounding you both.

Taehyung’s breath leaves his mouth in a warm puff and you feel it glide over your bare thighs. His nerves make you brave. You grasp the towel in your hands before placing it next to you and you turn your head towards the man you used to love. 

He mirrors you, eyes still unsure. 

“You’re cute.” You murmur. “And—”

Taehyung leans in closer, his eyes stuck on your lips. “It’s okay, right?”

You nod.

The warm breath you felt on your thighs now lingers over your lips. It makes you stop breathing.

He comes closer, his hand softly landing on your lower back, fingers slowly digging into your tank top as he grows closer and finally, you feel the skin of his lips touch yours in a kiss that becomes firmer the longer he stays. His kiss is so familiar that it will haunt you later. 

Taehyung detaches for only a moment, catching his breath before he leans in again more confidently and you finally give him a response. Your lips slowly moving over his as you kiss him back, your hands sliding up his chest. So familiar. His tongue pokes out and you open your mouth just the slightest to grant his wish. You taste him now, and it’s also hauntingly familiar.

You feel your lower belly swirling and swirling, a tension growing between your legs and it makes you ache. You wish a few kisses didn’t make you this desperate already but when Taehyung feels your fingers slide up into his hair, he knows you desire more. 

His tongue explores more freely and you moan into his mouth, the sound quiet and soft but it creates a stirring in Taehyung’s pants. He can feel himself grow harder. So, he kisses you harder. 

You break away for a moment, lips wet and tingly. “You have a condom?”

“Already?” He asks, breathless. “Let me at least eat you out first.”

“I haven’t showered yet.” Your eyes slide to the side, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I don’t care.” 

“I care.”

His hands go to your shorts, fingers fiddling with the button. “Fingers?”

You think about it for a second, thighs squeezing together at the idea. “Okay.”

And his fingers are quick to undo the button on your shorts, and he pulls down the zipper. You quickly wiggle out of them, kicking them off of you, while they land somewhere on the floor.

“Cute underwear.” He tickles the skin above the band with his fingers, before they slide lower and you gasp. He begins rubbing them over where you ache. Your panties grow damper and damper, making it easy for him to move your underwear to the side, and his fingers dive into your wetness. 

“Ah, Taehyung…” You become tense. Teeth digging into your bottom lip. “I—”

His fingers swirl over your clit, making you sigh out in content. They play here before he uses his middle finger to dive where you really want him. Finger massaging your entrance, before he adds another. Entering you, making you immediately relax once the moment you’ve been anticipating is over. He works to stretch you out, his eyes focused on yours, his tongue wetting his lips as he watches how you start to fall into a daze.

His fingers feel so good. They’re long and reaching the right places. He curls them, making you whine, head falling to his shoulder and he chuckles.

“Feel good?” He whispers, fingers working harder and all you hear is how they fuck into you.

You nod against his shoulder, a breathy laugh leaving your lips. 

“I want you…” You admit, “Now.”

His fingers stop moving, his head suddenly nodding quickly and he slides them out. “Yeah.”

Taehyung brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them proudly and you don’t have it in you to tell him to stop. He wanted your familiar flavor. So, it can haunt him later too. 

You stand, eyes on him as you take your tank top off. He stands too, helping you take off your bra and his eyes are glued to your chest, clouding over with lust. You reach for the bottom of his shirt and he helps you take it off his body. Shorts and boxers are next. You stare at his cock, the head of it throbbing and you feel your mouth water. Another time, you tell yourself. 

You finally slip off your underwear and you stand here, gazing at one another and you both become dizzy. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He tells you, hands reaching for your hips and he guides you to the bed again, laying you down. “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”

“Me too.” You tell him, breathless and heated. 

Taehyung crawls over your body and you feel how he moves his cock to enter you, moving slowly until he’s snug between your legs. You both sigh. Your walls tightening around him. He feels so good. And so familiar. He pushes himself further into you, your legs wrapping around his waist until you gasp to yourself, eyes shutting in contentment. 

“You feel…” You can’t finish your sentence.

“Yeah.” He agrees, sliding out of you before thrusting back in. He repeats this motion a few, slow times. Letting his cock get soaked and pulled into your sweet core. He can’t remember the last time he felt this entranced. Maybe it was with you. 

He starts fucking into you, the repeated motions are smooth and calculated. He’s trying his best to fuck you at the angle that is going to make you whimper. And he finally finds it. He moans into your neck, his hot breath making your skin moist. He starts kissing your throat. 

You feel yourself growing tighter and tighter the more he firmly pushes in. You’re going to cum. 

Taehyung starts thrusting faster, his kisses growing sloppy and he forces himself to slow down, his body trembling above yours. Oh, he’s really close.

“You’re so pretty…” He moans, his thrusts getting harder. “I fucking missed you, your pussy…everything.”

“Taehyung…” You wrap your arms around him, nails clawing at his back. “Fuck, just like that…I’ll cum.”

“Yeah. I know.” He smirks against your neck before he lifts his head and locks eyes with you. “Let’s cum together, y/n. Fuck,” His pace grows faster and you feel your insides crumble. He feels too good. 

“I’m gonna—” You choke on air when he thrusts particularly hard, pushing into you so deep it makes your stomach tighten. He fucks you so deep you wonder how you could go without this any longer. 

“y/n.” He chants your name, head falling into your neck again, whining against your skin and that’s all it takes for the band inside you to snap. You feel warmth gushing around his cock, dribbling out of you as you cum all around him and his hips thrust forward a few more times before he releases every drop of cum he can offer inside you. 

Your body becomes limp, legs falling from his waist as you catch your breath, silently laughing as the euphoria continues to overtake you. Taehyung laughs too, breathing heavily above you, his eyes shining with happiness. You can’t miss it. 

“We forgot the condom.” He tells you.

“I know.” You bite your lip, hiding another smile. You aren’t worried since you’re on birth control. “Maybe you can shower with me?”

He leans down to kiss you, smile all over his face. “Okay, and then I’m eating you out.”

[justarkive]

THE JEONS | req 5

Request: A Girl

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

contents: family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff, angst, sensitive topics + smut sometimes!

warnings: soft tears, dad!jk, parental emotions, towel-wrapped affection, nursery fluff, one bunny plush gets emotional

• request by anon <3

a/n: sooo, this isnt EXACTLY what the req had specifically asked but more so the aftermath of him finding out? i hope you like it bby <3 ALSO: i will get through all reqs , i promise theres just a lot !

• taglist: @jenniebyrubies @lovingkoalaface @iamstilljk @elinaki92 @rpwprpwprpwprw @mafersame @parkinglot-nights @reallygenerouskoala @mimi1097 @aznstoner @jungshaking @pinkpunkdynamite @angie-x3 @bgfdcvbnjk @starlight-1010 @marblemoonstones @golden-loona @jjkluver7 (check pinned to be added)

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Your walking out of the shower, the house is still, the kind of quiet that settles after a day full of laughter and soft chaos. Your skin is warm from, towel twisted securely around you, and your feet pad gently along the wooden floor as you head toward your room.

But something makes you pause.

The nursery door is half open. The softest golden glow spills from the nightlight inside, casting warm shadows over the walls you both painted pink just hours ago.

You glance in.

Jungkook is sitting on the rocking chair—his favorite spot now, though he hasn’t admitted it. His back is curved forward slightly, elbows on his knees, a tiny bunny plush tucked against his chest like it’s the most fragile thing in the world.

He’s talking.

Voice hushed, shaky.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispers to the bunny. “But I’m gonna try my hardest. I swear. I already love you so much, and I haven’t even met you yet.”

Your breath catches.

You don’t speak. Not yet.

His thumb brushes over the bunny’s ear absently, and he lets out a small exhale that sounds just this side of overwhelmed.

“I just want to do it right for you. I want you to grow up knowing you’re safe. Loved. Always.”

You watch him close his eyes, press the bunny tighter to his chest. A single tear slips down his cheek, and he lets it fall. No wiping. No hiding.

Until he opens his eyes and sees you.

He blinks. Then gently wipes his face—not out of shame, not to pretend it didn’t happen. Just… because it’s time to move forward.

You smile softly at him, leaning on the doorframe. “You talking to our girl?”

He nods, his smile barely there but real. “Yeah.”

You step into the room, still towel-wrapped, and sit on the floor beside him, clutching your stomach. The carpet’s plush against your legs. You look around—at the pale pink walls, the tiny crib, the stuffed animals stacked neatly in a basket you both argued over for twenty minutes in the store.

You both spent the entire day here—ever since the ultrasound. Finding out it was a girl sent Jungkook spiraling into nesting mode. Rearranging furniture. Folding little onesies. Hanging a tiny framed print that says sunshine over the crib.

“We really did this,” you say, voice low. “This is hers. All of it.”

Jungkook’s hand finds yours where it rests on your thigh. “It doesn’t feel real.”

You squeeze his fingers. “It is.”

Without a word, he shifts off the rocking chair and onto his knees in front of you. His arms wrap around your waist, cheek pressing softly to the curve of your belly. And when he pulls back just enough, he kisses the bump, slow and tender—once, twice. Then again like he’s whispering a secret only your daughter is meant to hear.

“I can’t believe I’m having a girl,” he murmurs, still holding you close.

You stroke his hair gently. “I never saw you having a boy, to be honest.”

He looks up at you, smiling through something heavy and sweet in his chest. “Why not?”

“You’re too soft,” you tease, brushing a damp strand from his forehead. “Too gentle. You were meant to brush hair and paint nails and get bossed around by a tiny version of me.”

He snorts. “God help me.”

You laugh, and he leans into your stomach again like he wants to be even closer. Still hugging you, still quiet, like the world narrowed down to the three of you in this little room.

“She’s gonna wreck me, isn’t she?” he murmurs.

“Absolutely,” you reply, grinning down at him. “In the best way.”

The bunny is still nestled by the rocking chair. The nightlight hums. You both sit in the middle of a room built on dreams you didn’t know you had until this year.

And in the quiet, you both feel it: You’re already becoming the kind of parents you swore you would be.

[moonkoiluv]

Moth!Bill Cipher x Ford Pines

Small drabble I guess cause I really really love what people have come up with for art 💛

TW: Death, not graphic but sad

Bill Cipher was reincarnated as a euclidia moth and doomed to live such a short life, only a few weeks. His whole life is spent near the old shack hoping to catch a glimpse of Ford.

But little does he know that the shack that once stood as the only protection against his chaos, stood as a symbol, housed the saviors of this realm, was now only a shell of what it used to be. Now it is merely a tourist trap, handed down to Soos and his family as the two Pines brothers made due on their promise and explored the world.

The small moth would flutter around the shack, looking for anyone familiar. Even the younger twins but they too are gone. Off on their own adventures. He would often look through the triangular window into the younger twins room, hoping to see a stray piece of ribbon or a chewed up pen. Something, anything to show that he wasn't alone, wasn't forgotten. But there was nothing. Just two empty stripped beds and dust collecting on the floor boards.

Eventually he started to get tired, his small body aging faster than he could handle. He wasn't scared to die, he already had before. All he wished was to see Ford one last time. His partner in science, the one who truly made him feel.

As the little moth lay on the steps to the shell of a shack, looking out at the sunrise he thought back to his life before. With Ford. Their meeting, being inside his head, working together, spending countless hours on Bills plan but spending countless more creating a human body to please the other man. Countless hours after that spent exploring the vast emotions of a human. The human body being held by the other as he recounts what happened to his home, how he destroyed it all. But Ford still stayed, he knew and he still stayed. Then the memories flashed forward to Bill betraying Ford, hurting him for his own selfish gain. All he wanted was his family back, to make right of his wrongs but in doing so he hurt maybe the only man who ever cared for him so deeply.

So here he lays, on the front step with the rising sun warm on his wings. He lays waiting to see the one man who truly cared for him. One last time. The shining sun was so so bright it was a blinding white. Here he lays, closing his eyes again for the last time, wishing he could see Ford just one last time.

°. •. ∆ .• .°

The Pines brothers returned to the shack just a bit past sunrise, ready to clean up the shack and host for the younger twins again. It had been a long time since the Pines inhabited the Mystery Shack, but this summer marked 5 years since the events of Weirdmagedden and they wanted to celebrate with a summer back where it all started.

Stan was grumbling about the pains in his joints and the brightness of the morning sun. It had been a long night for them both, docking the boat and the process of a car rental took far longer than either would like to admit. Ford chuckled to himself and listened to his brother, his mind elsewhere.

While Stan was grumbling away Fords mind was on Bill. It always was these days. Ever since Weirdmagedden that triangle and his stupid top hat hasn't left his mind. Though the triangle wasn't what showed up in his mind. When Fords thoughts drifted to Bill he could picture his face oh so clearly. The squint of his one eye, the dimple in his cheeks accompanied by the echoed sound of his laughter. Ford had seen another side to Bill that none of the other Pines got to see. He cared for Bill. After spending long nights together, bearing their hearts to each other how could he not? Bill had held him for long nights when all he could think about was how he abandoned his family, his twin. Bill had been the one who was there for him.

He loved Bill. In a strange twisted way. It was no longer the innocent, pure kind of love they had when Bill had first been able to kiss him in his new body. It was different now. A deep longing for who the man used to be. The man he used to be, not the deranged demon who tortured his family. He would never admit to anyone, barely even to himself, but he truly misses Bill, he longs for him.

As the Pines brothers took the steps up to the front door of the shack Ford was snapped out of his thoughts. He only looked down to hopefully avoid any stray nails or a weak board but was instead greeted with the sight of an oddly familiar looking moth. He froze and stared for what seemed like hours. The moth was dead, it had not moved but Ford almost wished it had. Wished it had fluttered around excitedly before showing who it truly was. But that was impossible. The moth was long dead as was Bill. Ford had seen the frozen statue himself, a frequent stop on his hikes through the forest.

Ford was snapped out of his thoughts once again when Stan called his name. He took one last look and went inside.

Later that night as everyone was fast asleep, Ford sat awake at his desk, hunched over his new project and moving delicately. He leaned back to stretch and let out a long sigh. Ford grabbed the object, walked to the corner wall and pulled down an old painting. Behind the painting was a crevice in the wall that contained small trinkets and photos. Photos of a younger Ford and a blonde man with one eye. Trinkets including jewelry, seemingly cursed or strange objects, and two rings. Ford placed the object into the hidden shrine space with a soft delicateness and smiled softly. Now in the center was the moth, pale yellow patterns with an odd eye shaped marking.

"Goodnight Bill."

°. •. ∆ .• .°

[borathae]

“Courtesy of your sudden insomnia, you attempt to seek sleepiness by sitting at the beach. Which sadly means leaving a very sleepy and even cuddlier Yoongi in the tent. Something he doesn’t like at all.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader 

Genre: slice of life Fluff, established relationship!AU, Camping Trip!AU

Warnings: Yoongi being a sleepy & tiny cutie, the smallest hint at suggestive themes in the form of Yoongi being secretly subby for strong!OC fjadfja, i apologise for my strength kink shining through at the end, my 5"3 ass really thinks that she can carry a cute boy who is taller than her, lisTEN I JUST WANNA CARRY MY BOI >:-( AT LEAST LET ME DO IT IN FICTION >:-(

Wordcount: 2.1k

a/n: writing this made me think of all the summer holidays I spent in Croatia with my grandparents and I got incredibly sad because I won’t ever be able to see my grandpa again. the campsite is inspired by the campsite they always had their caravan at and despite my very sad author notes, this is a happy drabble lmaoo

Your boyfriend is sleeping with his back facing you. Somewhere in the tent someone is snoring. Probably Jungkook. Hoseok shares a tent with you as well. He’s got Dragana sleeping next to him. The others, consisting of Taehyung, Jimin, Seokjin and Emma as well as Genevieve, are sharing the neighbouring tent.

If one hadn’t figured it out yet, you went camping. The trip started on Saturday and has been going on for four days. It will still continue for another ten days. 

Nature is beautiful. The trips you take during the day are goddamn amazing and the food Yoongi prepares on your camping grill is to die for. You help him every night, which earned you the loving title of “this trips’ mom and dad”. Jungkook tried not to snicker, but he did. 

The campsite offers various activities and entertainment zones as well and you are able to reach a small town by car twenty minutes from here. 

Truly, it is utterly perfect here. Tall pine forests fill the air with their scents and the ocean offers places to swim and relax. The campsite is located along a bay, which meant the water was almost calm and the boats weren’t racing past you with their loud motors. It was utterly perfect this way.

It is nothing but relaxation and yet you can’t fall asleep. Maybe it’s Jungkook’s snoring or maybe it’s the slightly uncomfortable camping bed, but you can’t fall asleep tonight. You have already been trying for the past two hours and it’s getting exhausting.

You reach out and tap Yoongi’s back, whispering his name as quietly as possible. 

He wakes up instantly, lifting his head as a small “hm” escapes him. A tired “mhm-hm” follows and then he already turns his head to you, showing off his terribly dented hair. 

“Hm-mh”, another sleepy sound and then Yoongi rolls over, facing you that way. He is looking at you, you know that he is because his eyes reflect the moonlight in a slightly ruby glow. 

“Mhm?”

“Did I wake you?”

“Hm.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t fall asleep.”

“Mhhm”, Yoongi closes his eyes and places his hand on your cheek. It is heavy and really warmed up from balling it into a fist in his sleep. 

“I tried to, but I can’t.”

“Hmh.”

“Yoongi, can’t you stay awake with me a little?”

“M.”

You stub his nose. Unlike his hand, it is cold to the touch. Courtesy of the chilly night air. Yet another reason why you can’t fall asleep. You are so, so cold that you can’t get comfortable. 

“Please Boongie.”

“Do I gotta?” he murmurs in a deep, raspy voice. It is truly so heavy in sleep that you can barely decipher the syllables. 

“Yes, please.”

He opens his eyes, blinking at you slowly. He doesn’t say anything. You share silence and Jungkook’s snoring. Somehow you think that it got even louder.

“Yoongi, I’m cold and the bed is uncomfy and Kookie’s snoring so loudly.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi closes in and drapes his arm over you so he could tug you in properly. Then he rubs his hand up and down your back, warming you up that way. The shivering stops, because he is warm and feels safe. You are nuzzled into his chest with his scent engulfing you. 

“Thank you. You’re so snuggly.”

“Hmh.”

Another round of silence and Jungkook’s snoring passes. You think that Yoongi fell back asleep because he is breathing terribly slowly again and his hand stopped rubbing your back.

You wiggle so you could tilt your head and look up at his face. 

“Psst, Yoongi?” you whisper.

“Hh”, he wanted to hum again, but it only comes out as an airy sound. 

“I still can’t fall asleep.”

Yoongi peels his eyes open one by one. First the right, then the left.

“Hh”, another airy sound.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

“No.”

You pout and boop his nose, “please?”

He shakes his head slowly.

You huff out air in frustration. Stubborn sleepyhead.

“Fine”, you give up, “I’ll go alone. I’m too energized. You stay comfy.”

You wiggle out of his weak hold even if he whines sleepily and tries to grab for you again. You are stronger however, shaking off his arm successfully.

“Please no”, Yoongi begs, but you have already put your mind to it. You smooch his cheek.

“I’ll be back soon. Promise”, you whisper and roll out of bed, abandoning a sulking Yoongi to tiptoe out of the tent.

The air is cool and smells of pine needles. The once loud cicadas of the day have fallen silent. Only your steps and the occasional cracking of a branch as you step on it can be heard in the silence. The dirty dishes of tonight’s dinner are gathered in a plastic washing basket. Seokjin and Jungkook will carry them to the washing area tomorrow morning to clean them. While Jimin and Hoseok will prepare breakfast. You decided on it after dinner. The campsite doesn’t allow open fire for safety reasons. The coal in the safe griller is still cooling down as you pass it, giving off a hint of warmth. It brushes past your legs as quickly as you walk.

You are around two rows of camper vans and caravans separated from the ocean. One dirt path separates the caravan rows from the tent rows and throughout the area old, wind-bended pines provide shadow in the daylight. Most vans are dark by now, except for one where the lights are still on. You try not to listen in as you pass it on your way to the beach.

The small bar, which offers drinks and snacks during the day, is empty right now. The shutters are closed and the chairs are resting flipped on the tables. You maneuver your way through the tables for the sole purpose of wanting to and it is fun to do. You take the two wooden stairs down and land back on the earthen ground, which was covered in pine needles and pine cones.

Only a few more steps and then there is white rock under your feet. The ocean is just a few more steps away. You take them and jump off the small elevation onto the white pebbles. They crunch under your weight, forming a melody as you wander over the empty beach. There are people relaxing on it during the day and children playing in the shallow waters, but now it looks abandoned and calm. Someone forgot their beach mat on the pebbles. You look around for a moment and once you made sure that the coast is clear, sit down on the mat. It does little to shield the pokey nature of the pebbles, but it is better than sitting on the hard, cold stone without anything in between.

You stretch out your legs and let out a loud sigh. The air smells of ocean and pine needles. It is such a nice smell. You inhale deeply through your nose and exhale the same way. You feel a little sleepier already. The walk wasn’t long, but the change in scenery and the new sights to take in, helped your brain to rid itself of the clutter which has been keeping you awake. It wasn’t bad clutter, but it was just enough to keep you awake. You place your hands on the pebbles behind your back and lean your weight on them. Like this, the stones dig into your butt and so you have to wiggle it to change into a more comfortable position. The stones make a sound as you do and somehow they continue making a sound even after you stopped moving. How peculiar. You listen harder. Steps. Quiet ones, but steps nonetheless. Someone is walking over the pebbles to get to you.

You turn your head and squint your eyes. They have been in the dark long enough that you can see the world perfectly. Someone with a smaller frame and dark hair is trotting to you slowly. Their black hoodie is oversized and their shorts reach them just above their knees. You know exactly who is taking a terribly sleepy walk to you, waiting for him with a fluttering heart.

“Why are you here?” you ask him as he reaches your side.

“I can’t sleep when you’re not with me”, Yoongi answers you and drops down on the beach mat. He turns to you instantly, resting his bend legs on your lap and draping his arm over your tummy so he can rest his head on your shoulder. The sleeves of his hoodie reach over his hands, only the tips of his fingers poke out. He nuzzles his cheek against you and huffs out air almost sadly, “don’t leave like this, please”, he murmurs, sounding oh so sad.

“I’m sorry”, you say, draping your arm around him and pulling him closer, “I just needed some air. Kookie’s snoring almost drove me insane.”

He nods his head in understanding and hums quietly. He snuggles even closer and stubs your neck with his nose. It feels cold from the chilly air, but as he exhales, a warm tingle brushes over your skin.

“You’re warm”, he whispers.

“Mhm, your nose is cold”, you say and rub your hand over his exposed shins, “and your legs too”, you add, rubbing them more vigorously to warm him up.

“I’m cold.”

“I thought you can’t get cold.”

“I get cold when you’re not with me.”

You smile and rest your head against his’, “I see.”

Yoongi reaches further over your waist until he can tug at the sleeve of your hoodie. You understand what his gesture meant, lifting your hand so you can intertwine your fingers with him. Yoongi lets out a small sound of happiness and squeezes your hand, growing smaller in your arm as he relaxes.

“I like this”, he whispers slowly. It is a telltale sign that he is this close to falling asleep on your shoulder. He has his eyes closed.

“I like it too”, you answer him quietly, caressing his knuckles. You have your eyes closed as well.

“Don’t you wanna go back to bed?” he asks with an obvious pout on his lips.

“But I like sitting here. It’s peaceful.”

“I’m sleepy.”

“That’s okay. I’ll carry you back if you fall asleep.”

Yoongi stays silent for a moment before he snuggles against you in a small wiggle and mumbles a shy, “I’m too heavy, don’t do that.”

You chuckle, giving his head a little kiss.

“You’re not too heavy, love. You’re my petite, little prince. I can carry you.”

“Oh my god”, he breathes and wiggles again, nudging your tummy with your intertwined hands, “don’t call me that.”

You smile, pulling him closer and using the safe grip you have on his arm to caress him.

“You’re so cute”, you say and kiss his head softly, nuzzling your nose into his soft hair afterwards to get a whiff of his shampoo. Rosemary and mint. It smells heavenly, making your eyes feel droopy, “mhm love, you smell so good.”

“You too.”

You give him a gentle squeeze and an adoring kiss. Then you rub your hand up and down his arm again.

“I really like this place. It’s so beautiful”, you say. 

“You’re beautiful”, Yoongi murmurs, making your heart flutter.

“You’re so cute”, you murmur and squeeze him, “and you’re beautiful as well.”

“Mhm.”

“How did you find me either way? Did you use your nose?”

“No, I knew you’d be at the beach”, he says and adds in a whisper, “you like the beach.”

He knows. Even the smallest, most inconspicuous details about you, he knows and remembers.

You seriously want to move mountains for this man. When there are clouds in the night sky, you want to blow them away just so he can see the stars and when he feels cold, you want to change the weather just so he doesn’t have to shiver. 

“You know what I thought of right now?” you ask him.

He shakes his head slowly.

“That I love you like crazy.”

He wiggles again and whines, ending it with a terribly shyly mumbled, “I love you too.”

You and he will sit by the beach until his small breaths of sleep meet your ears. Like promised, you carry him back to the tent, even if he wakes up halfway through it as you had to bounce him in your arms for a better grip. He doesn’t complain when he wakes, he merely closes his arms around you tighter and whimpers your name against your neck.

Come morning, he will pretend as if nothing ever happened, but he will sneak longing and very submissive glances your way throughout the day.

[bvidzsoo]

Love made me crazy...

❅Boyfriend!Jongho❅

TW: mentions of a panic attack, and just an overload of fluff and delulu lol

Word count: 2,5k

A/N: Uh...hi? I don't want to talk about it, okay? I don't know what's happening to me because I keep writing and writing when I have so many other things to do, it's maddening. But this is solely Jongho's fault: 1. he keeps bias wrecking me, and I love this man so much that I can barely contain myself at this point; 2. he just had to mention the first snow fall in Korea man...; 3. I love Choi Jongho. Anyways, this is a small scenario/drabble, I don't even know what to call it. I hope you all enjoy it and leave feedback, I really appreciate it! Happy reading!

            There was something about winter time that you didn’t particularly like. Perhaps it was the sun going down too fast, coating the world into darkness at 5 pm already, or perhaps it was the cold which never seemed to go away, seeping into your bones, making it a constant reminder that you handled warmth and summer a lot better. But then there were also things you absolutely loved about winter: the cozy clothes you could wear, the hot chocolate with marshmallows you could frequently enjoy, the Christmas Carols which became annoying once the holiday was over, the joy and excitement you felt wrapping up presents and then opening yours, the possibility to go skating on a warmer day, the relief of entering a warm place after being out in the cold for too long, and the snow. The snow was your number one favorite. You couldn’t wait for it to finally fall, the first snow holding a deeper significance. If you were with your lover while the first snow fell, that meant eternal love and a lifetime spent together. The thought alone could make you giggle and you muffled your mouth with the paw of you thick sweater, having gotten off track while studying. The holidays were right around the corner and winter break would soon start, you wanted to get some homework done before you’d be on your merry way, and what better place to do that at other than your university’s library? The studious ambiance helped focusing on your task at hand, feeling determined to finish your assignment in cultural studies. It was a subject you weren’t fond of and found it hard to sit yourself down and proceed with the assignment, but after all of your friends have handed in theirs, you realized the deadline was dangerously nearing, and so, you finally committed yourself to doing it. If it weren’t for the library and all the other hard-working students, you probably would have given up after half an hour. But now, three hours later, you stood proudly, and admittedly quite tiredly, as you stretched in your seat, a grin on your lips. It was almost 7 pm, the library would be closing in just an hour. You only had to write the conclusion for your assignment, but that was something you could do in the comfort of your room too, so, you grabbed the two books you have used for research, and stood, turning to walk to place them back on their respective shelves. One section wasn’t far from your desk as you quickly found where the book belonged to, having memorized the shelf and two other books you have taken them from beside. Then came the last book, which was more towards the back of the library, where the lights were dimmer in order to save up some costs since no students sat around there. You turned to the left, walking down between two large bookcases, eyes narrowed at the titles of the books. Your vision was slightly blurry as your eyes hurt from having stared at your laptop for three hours without a break. You realized you had turned onto the wrong row, so you went to check out the next one, successfully finding the empty spot where your book belonged. You cheered very quietly, pushing the book back to its place, just as you felt hands on your waist, squeezing. You yelped loudly, grateful that you were in the back and not bothering anyone, as you quickly turned around, slightly terrified by who would sneak up on you like that, but your heartbeats slightly calmed at the familiar face of your boyfriend.

“Jongho!” You whisper-shouted as you lightly slapped your boyfriend’s chest, his lips pulling up into an adorable grin, cheeks puffing up and eyes twinkling with amusement, “You scared me!”

“I thought my girlfriend would be more aware of her surroundings,” Jongho teased as he ruffled your hair, making you pout, “Especially when a handsome man like myself was trailing her—”

“Ey, Jongho, now you’re just asking for—” You tsked as you narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend, who slightly stepped closer, making you walk into the shelves behind you.

“Asking for a what?” He asked cheekily, making your heartbeat pick up again. Jongho and you had been dating for two months now and you knew you should have gotten used to his antics, his shameless flirting and playfulness, but you could never quite do so. He always said something which took you off guard or made you a blushing and stuttering mess. Like right now, as he jut his lips out and made kissy faces, teasing you as you pretended to be annoyed, desperately trying not to giggle.

“Who’s the one asking for a kiss now?” You teased back, but only blushed more when Jongho smirked, leaning closer, your noses almost touching.

“I can’t help myself when my girlfriend is so cute.” You would’ve rolled your eyes but Jongho’s soft lips were pressed against yours, making your eyes close as your arms went around his shoulders, pulling him into yourself. Jongho’s hands wrapped around your middle, smiling into the kiss as your lips assaulted his eagerly, having missed him all day long. He had classes early in the morning and then he had to attend his swimming classes, his tournament was soon coming up, he had to train hard. You didn’t even agree to meet up today, but his presence was more than welcomed as you had been thinking about him all day. Your lips moved softly against each other, kisses drawn out and slow, Jongho taking his time in tasting you and the hot white chocolate you had drank not too long ago—you had to sneak that into the library, but what the librarian doesn’t know about won’t hurt her. You revealed in Jongho’s comforting arms, his honey like cologne sweet and familiar. He felt like home, like that cozy place you’d frequent because you grew to love it and made you feel safe, protected from the cold outside world. That’s how Jongho made you feel like, safe, and like you could conquer the whole world with him by your side. He was the sweetest person you had the luck of meeting and far the most loving person in your life. He was so easy to love, your heart felt full as your lips moved together, breathing in each other, wrapped up in your own world before Jongho slightly pulled back, seemingly breathless. It made you chuckle as you cradled his cheek and rubbed his flushed soft skin with your thumb, not even trying to fight off the huge smile on your lips.

“I missed you.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you allowed the confession to slip past your lips, and Jongho’s face lit up even more as his cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, lips pouting as he looked down embarrassed, but still nuzzled his face into your hand. Sometimes he made you wonder how you survived his cuteness without having a heart attack yet.

“I missed you too, how was your day?” Jongho asked as he raised his head up again, and kissed your cheeks slowly, slightly distracting you from what you were about to say.

“Way too long without you by my side, but—” You giggled as Jongho bit your cheek lightly, “I finally managed to do my social studies assignment!”

Jongho hummed and pulled away to be able to look into your eyes, “Finally, I thought I’d have to tie you to a chair myself and force you to do it.”

You snickered and lightly punched his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck again as you pressed a quick kiss against his cherry red lips, “And how was your day?”

“Productive and practical,” Jongho said confidently, eyes glinting with mischief, “I have mastered how to keep you out of my thoughts, you won’t be able to bother me anymore when you’re not with me.”

You gasped dramatically and tried to step away from Jongho, but his arms tightened around you as he grinned, fingers flexing against your sides, threatening to tickle you, “Don’t pout like that. If I keep thinking about you only I will lose in the tournament, and then I’ll be really sad.”

“You won’t lose, Jongho, you’re phenomenal, I’ve seen you compete before.” You encouraged him with a fond smile, having seen him competing before. It’s actually how you got to know of the existence of Choi Jongho. Your best friend had been a big swimmer until an awful injury, which led her to now enjoying going to swimming competitions, cheering for her once fellow teammates and rivals. Apparently, Jongho and her used to train under the same coach, so when she heard that Jongho went to the same university as the two of you while maintaining his swimmer career, she was exhilarated to go and see him compete. And, of course, she dragged you with herself, trying to convince you why you should also pick up a few swimming lessons as you couldn’t swim very well. The match seemed to be quite interesting, but you found yourself bored throughout the half of it, having to excuse yourself to the bathroom. On your way back is when you ran into Jongho, quite literally, as he came stumbling out of the men’s restroom. He seemed to have trouble breathing and when you noticed he couldn’t really form coherent sentences, it became obvious by his lack of breathing pattern that he was having a panic attack. Your best friend having those quite often, you were familiar with the process, and you managed in helping Jongho calm down, only to find out that he got proposed to join the national swimming team. Since he was already nervous from the current match, and that combined with the shocking news he had just gotten it lead to him feeling overwhelmed, which then lead to a breakdown. After you were sure he was feeling fine, the two of you parted ways and you went back to my best friend, explaining why you came back later than expected. And much to your surprise, after the event was over, your best friend forced you to wait with her for her long-time friend, only to introduce you to the guy you had helped with his panic attack, Choi Jongho. You seemed to run into each other quite frequently at university after that, and after a few in passing quick conversations, Jongho asked for your number, which you gladly gave to him. That was probably the best decision of your life.

“What would I do without your support…” Jongho mumbled to himself before he pecked your lips and stepped back, offering his hand for you to take, “Are you hungry? Want to grab some dinner on our way home?”

“I’m a bit tired, if you don’t mind, we could just hang out at my place instead of eating out.” You said as your fingers interlaced and the two of you took off towards your table. Jongho wore an ankle long dark brown coat, his black ripped jeans peeking through as he walked.

“That’s fine by me,” Jongho answered quietly with a smile, “how do you feel about some Chinese take-out?”

You grinned as you nodded your head at him, “That would be lovely.”

            After gathering your things and placing them in your backpack, Jongho and you were off towards the Chinese take-out place, hands clasped together, and noses hidden behind your thick scarves. Jongho talked about his day, told you about meeting his new coach and instantly taking a liking to him. He mentioned how Hongjoong got the call too and would be joining their team, leaving Jongho ecstatic that his best friend would be once again by his side not just out of water, but in water too. He knew you wouldn’t see each other for a month as he’d be touring the country very soon, so very enthusiastically he showed you the calendar on his phone and what plans he had made for the two of you for the remaining days of the month, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible. You couldn’t help but tear up a bit at how attentive and caring he was, pecking his cheek lightly despite Jongho hating PDA; he didn’t exactly complain as he turned his head and stole a swift kiss, making you giggle. Just as you crossed the road, the Chinese restaurant a few steps in front of you, something wet fell on your cheek. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up, dreading the thought of rain as you hadn’t brought an umbrella with yourself, and by the looks of it, Jongho didn’t have one either. Jongho noticed how you had stopped moving and he turned around, eyebrows raised as he gazed at you curiously, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared up at the dark cloudy sky, white specks helter-skelter falling from the darkness above. Your eyes widened as more wet spots fell on your face and you raised your free hand up high, opening your palm to catch the small snowflakes. Jongho’s eyes wandered around in surprise as he took in the sudden snowfall, fingers tightening around yours. It was the first snowfall of the year. Upon realizing this, your lips pulled up into a huge grin and you beamed up at Jongho as his eyes found yours. That gummy smile which you loved so much was back on his face and he gently tugged on your joined hands, pulling you into his chest.

“Would you look at that,” He muttered with amusement; however his eyes were filled with fondness, “The first snowfall of the year.”

“Just when I was walking with my boyfriend, how convenient.” You chuckled as your nose scrunched up and you leaned in, kissing the corner of your boyfriend’s lips.

“You know what this means…” Jongho trailed off, grinning as the snow continued to fall around the two of you, wrapping the world into a white blanket.

“I do, Jongho.” You whispered, suddenly feeling shy as your boyfriend cooed at you.

“I suppose you’ll be stuck with me forever now.” He said quite smugly, shrugging nonchalantly as he made you laugh, content about the prospect of having to live his life with you by his side.

“Wouldn’t want to have it any other way,” You brought your joined hands inside your jacket’s pocket, fingers having frozen by now, “I love you, Jongho.”

“And I love you too, pookie.” The nickname made you burst into laughter, but you pulled Jongho into a hug, burying your head into the comfort of his neck, the inside of his scarf warm against your skin. Your nose was freezing and Jongho yelped when he felt it pressing against his hot skin, making you chuckle. But he didn’t pull away as he patted the snow out of your hair, feeling content.

“Let’s go inside before we turn into statues.” He mumbled close to your ear and you nodded, agreeing with him. The moment might’ve felt magical, but you fancied knowing your body wouldn’t freeze over. With your hands still intertwined, you hurried inside the Chinese take-out place, giggling as Jongho ruffled his hair, making it stick out in odd places.

Yes, perhaps there were no coincidences. You could totally imagine living your life with this one lovable human being.

Masterlist (divider)

[dapperbasil]

OC Kiss- Day 5 (Worship)

A family meeting goes better than a troublesome neonate could have imagined, but when your family deals in blood, you have to be careful what deals you take.

“A dilemma indeed, Marcelo… However it is not one that cannot be remedied. The price you pay will be a hefty one, paid in blood. But that is something you’re quite used to, yes?” Marcelo kept his head dipped low, grateful that Vivianna had chosen to not berate him for hours like his sire had when he brought the issue to his attention. If Marcelo had any kind of idea as to how quick everything would turn to shit, he surmised they had perhaps a night or two before that Camarilla prince sent for his blood. “It is unfortunate that family assets will have to be spent in such a manner, but I know you can pay off the debt it will accrue, yes?”

“Yes nonna.” Marcelo was unsure as to how she planned to save him from the wrath of a certain obnoxious Camarilla prince with his head screwed on too tight, especially with how tenuous their alliance was in the first place, but he was in no position to ask any questions. Though the blood hunt hadn’t been officially called yet, Marcelo knew that if he didn’t give himself up willingly he would be dragged through the streets by force. He hadn’t even wanted to ask the family for aid, but as the reality set in that this would be final death, Marcelo had become afraid. He didn’t want to die, not for a stupid mistake, at least not yet.

There was a dark, calculating smile on the face of the elder as she stared across the desk at where Marcelo stood. “Your brother, Lorenzo. Do you know where he is tonight?” Marcelo blinked and dared a glance upward at Vivianna in confusion. He didn’t understand why Lorenzo would be brought into this issue, given that his younger twin was still just a ghoul. He had been kept in the dark debatably less than the others given the proxy kiss that weren’t deemed useful enough for the embrace, but even still the question baffled Marcelo as he thought on it to find an answer for her.

A voice that Marcelo had heard plenty of in the hours prior, the deep voice of his own sire resounded from the back of the room. “I have already called the spare. Lorenzo will be arriving shortly.” Marcelo grit his fangs at the nickname the elders had given to his brother. The heir and the spare, what outdated drabble. Lorenzo was far more than any spare, had more worth than any of the family gave him credit for. Always Marcelo’s biggest supporter, the two had been inseparable for as long as he could remember. He hated seeing him treated like just another errand boy, no matter how much Lorenzo would brush it off.

Marcelo couldn’t help but open his big mouth, an action that had gotten him in trouble more and more these nights. “What does Lorenzo have to do with any of this?” Rather than the punch to the mouth he was expecting for speaking out of turn, Vivianna’s expression turned unreadable. It was one he had never seen on her face, and it confused Marcelo greatly.

He wouldn’t get his answer, as a knock came to the door much quicker than Marcelo expected and Vivianna quickly turned her expression back to that fake smile he was familiar with. “That must be Lorenzo. Leave us, Marcelo.” It was less a request than an order as Vivianna stood at her desk and began to step around to come face to face with the fledgling before her. Biting back any reply or remark Marcelo nodded and stepped forward, bowing low and leaving a reverent kiss on Vivianna’s left hand. With a satisfied hum, she waved him away as his sire grasped his shoulders and pulled him out of the room, the twins locking eyes with one another for a quick moment before Marcelo was shuffled off down the dark hallway.

Marcelo Lorenzo Giovanni is my newest VTM oc, and I thought this might be the best way to introduce his story. He's still a work in progress, but I really adore what I have cooked up for him.

[itsthedoodle]

Tiny Ancient Pup

For @officialrhysandweek 🩵

A drabble for day 5: Family Man

Rhysand winnowed right outside of the gate to the River House, mindful of the small mass of fur in his arms. Truth be told, he had no idea how he had been roped into this but he supposed there was a first time for everything.

It had started like a very casual day the other week—he had spent the morning with Nyx, treating him to breakfast first and then an uninterrupted day of just the two of them, which was something they did regularly. Growing up, he hadn’t had a doubt his mother loved him, but his father had been cold and distant with both children, which had led to Rhys swearing his own children would never doubt they were loved.

It was during one of these uninterrupted days, while on a walk around Velaris, that they had stopped at the animal shelter, and it was precisely at that moment his current problem had begun. Rhys had been taking Nyx to the shelter ever since he was old enough to walk, and Nyx loved spending hours playing with the animals, but he had never really expressed anything beyond a reluctance to part with them.

Nyx had been quiet on their way home, and he hadn’t said anything the rest of the day either. It had only been during dinner, when he had pushed his food around the plate the way Feyre did when something was bothering her that Rhys had realized something was going on.

He had tried sensing the root of the problem, but his son’s mental shields had been up and tight, the way they had drilled it into him from the moment he had been old enough to manage them. Rhys had chosen to give him space to sort it out, trusting him to bring it up whenever he felt ready.

Which had been two hours later as soon as Rhys had tucked him in for the night.

“Dad? I really like spending time at the shelter.”

Rhys had simply smiled and kissed his forehead. “I know, me too. Most of all, I like spending time with you.”

Nyx had reached up and wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, hugging him. “Me too.” He had then pressed his face against Rhys’s shoulder and had mumbled in superspeed “Canwegetadog?”.

Rhys had simply blinked. “A dog?”

“Yeah. There's this one, she’s really sweet.” Nyx had looked up at him with his own puppy eyes. “I’ll take care of her myself, I swear. And I know how to teach her stuff, she’ll be good.”

He had told Nyx he would think about it, and when he had shared this with Feyre, she had simply laughed and wished him good luck.

So here he was, days later, dog in his arms. Rhys had asked the Fae male at the shelter about it, and he had shown him the one dog that would always act weird whenever Nyx left, and get overly excited when he visited again. The one year old pup had soft, wavy gray fur all over, eyes round and dark. She had looked very standoffish, but had not complained when Rhys had picked her up, and was now simply looking at him with the kind of disregard and coldness that would make most feel uncomfortable.

Nyx had claimed she was sweet, and while Rhys didn’t doubt him, he was having a hard time seeing it.

He repositioned her on his right forearm, and opened the door, entering the house, finding the foyer empty. Rhys reached out a mental talon, softly tapping on Nyx’s mental gates.

Nyx let him know he was coming, and Rhys set the dog down next to his feet, where she simply wagged her tail excitedly.

Almost as if she knew who was coming.

The moment she saw Nyx, she broke into a sprint, jumping at his feet like a bouncing ball.

Nyx let out an excited squeal, lowering himself on his knees as he started scratching the pup’s belly.

Rhys simply observed the two of them, all his worries regarding this being a wise decision disappearing.

“I’m assuming she is the one you meant?”

Nyx, who had started crying, wiped his tears and ran to him, and Rhys lowered himself to collect his son in a hug.

“Thank you, dad.” Nyx shook in his arms, half from excitement, half from sobs. “I love you.”

Rhys kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too. What will you name her?”

Nyx pulled away, sniffing. “Weeeell… about that…”

Rhys raised an eyebrow, unsure where the conversation was going but fully convinced it was going to cost him his sanity.

“I kind of already gave her a name months ago when I first saw her. She has grey fur, and looks unfriendly but is generally harmless once you get to know her so you know, it reminded me of Amren… so her name is Amren.”

Rhys blinked, unsure if he was hearing correctly. “You named the dog Amren… like the Amren?”

Nyx nodded sheepishly. “How mad can she be? Uncle Cass calls her an angry snowball every time it snows and he’s still alive, limbs intact.”

Rhys suppressed a groan, and muttered a prayer to the Mother.

[twisted-drawritings]

Yulienne fun facts!

- She’s bi!

- Her favorite color is black, and she overall prefers darker, less eye-strainy colors

- She’s a really good cook

- She hates sand. And overly hot places. (Book 4? Her actual living hell.)

- She prefer a quiet, cool, dark setting… which is why her favorite dorm aesthetics are Diasomnia, Octavinelle, and Ignihyde- in no particular order.

- She has a hard time telling when people are lying to her. This is often taken advantage of.

- She often downplays the severity of her injuries to those around her, and might be a bit more traumatized than she’s willing to admit, even to herself.

- Snow White is her favorite Disney movie, and the Evil Queen is her favorite Disney villain

- Despite her height, Floyd calls her Shrimpy due to her godawful posture

- She admires Vil and sees him as something of a role model

- She met Neige over winter break, in Foothill Town. Ofc, she had no idea who he was, nor did she get the chance to ask him before they parted ways. She thinks he’s shiny and cute.

- She’s jealous of Epel’s looks. He’s jealous of her looks. They sort-of bond over it.

- Absolutely terrified of heights

- Thinks Pomefiore’s dorm is far too bright and shiny. It hurts her eyes to look at.

- Can’t stand the smell of Grim’s canned tuna; she wears a mask when preparing it

- Cannot stand messes; she spent several hours cleaning Ramshackle top to bottom instead of sleeping her first night in Twisted Wonderland

- During Book 3 she also cleaned Leona’s room to a polish instead of sleeping.

- Threw up on Malleus 0.2 seconds after his identity reveal at the end of Book 5 (for an unrelated reason- will drop the drabble later)

Aaaand that’s it for now! I like writing Yulienne a lot- she’s fun to put into situations for me lmao I have so much written for her I gotta post more of my writing lol

[believeintheruin]

03-10-25 Carnival Au

Not really much to update on but it's Saiou day so I gotta say SOMETHING

Cupid and I spent like. All day (like 5-6 hours) beta-ing each other's fics today. Which was very fun and you should all get real real goddamn hype about his secret project cuz its SICK. But yeah he deffo had his work cut out for him with my 13k thing. I'm sorry Cupid you're amazing Cupid.

Unfortunately, there's a pretty lengthy section he had to call me out on for being lazy with (he's absolutely right) so I gotta go back and actually spend the time smoothing it out like I should have in the first place before this piece will be ready. So no Carnival Au for Saiou day sadly. BUT! I will be sharing Shuichi's file tomorrow (not today, go look at my pretty merm art today I'm real proud of it). So you'll have that to look forward to!!! And hopefully I'll have Carnival Au out by ~Thursday? Ish? Work's gonna be hell the next two days so we'll see. But we're SO CLOSE. I do think this probably means there is no way in hell I'm getting chapter 4 of Poor Unfortunate Souls done in time for May because I'm just. Slow. Which ngl I'm feeling really sad about but I'd rather it be good than on time so. It'll be ready when it's ready! But frankly crazy productive day despite the fact that I've had a wicked tension headache all day amongst some other aches and pains. (My body trying to take me out) I'm feeling real tempted to do a little drabble before I fall asleep just cause I wanna actually celebrate the Saiou boys on this their day to be celebrated. So if I do, y'all will see it in the next hour or so. And if not thank you to everyone in this fandom for loving saiou and posting beautiful art of them! It makes my heart grow three sizes!! And shoutout to @kiwi-luminaryofthestars despite being new here, you've done so much to boost my inspiration the last several months of you being active. I haven't been this productive with making content in ages and it's truly delightful to have your energy around here! Wishing you all a wonderful saiou night<3

[grapejuicegay]

Get to know me tag! :)

I was tagged by @telomeke here and @dribs-and-drabbles here.

do you make your bed?

I try to! On days that I'm too busy to make it in the morning I do so about half an hour before I'm getting to bed. I don't like the feeling of getting back into an unmade bed - it feels like a completely unproductive day and that just throws me off

what's your favourite number?

I don't really have a favourite but I love multiples of 7, they make my brain go brrr

what is your job?

Photography! It's something I always wanted to do as a child but gave up on as an unrealistic dream before eventually sort of stumbling into it. Happy accidents and all that.

if you could go back to school, would you?

Hah! No chance. I burnt myself out pretty badly through undergrad by taking on far too much - there were just so many things that I found interesting - and I'd much rather not repeat that experience.

can you parallel park?

I can't drive. I keep meaning to learn but the way people drive freaks me out a little too much. I've also been struggling with a bout of motion sickness recently and that doesn't help my comfort in cars. Someday though! Hopefully!

a job you had that would surprise people?

I worked on editing and post production on a documentary for National Geographic once

do you think aliens are real?

In what form, I'm not sure. But some forms of life that exist outside of our planet? Absolutely. My other answer, channeling the 12 years I've spent on this hellsite: doooweeeewoooooo

can you drive a manual car?

If/when I do finally learn to drive I'm going to make it a point to learn manual too. Idk, feels like an important skill to have

what's your guilty pleasure?

I make it a point not too feel guilty or embarrassed about my interests. If I started doing that far too many things I like would qualify and I just cannot live like that

tattoos?

I wish :( I have a bunch of small tattoos I've always wanted but I have a medical condition because of which I can't get any.

favourite colour?

It changes every so often but I'm particularly biased towards shades of teal right now.

favourite type of music?

I love rock of the general/alt/post/punk variety. Recently I've been listening to a goth-folk band called Charming Disaster and have been a little bit obsessed with their album Our Lady of Radium and especially Radium Girls

do you like puzzles?

Love love love puzzles of any kind. I just like having lil things for my brain to do.

any phobias?

I have a little bit of a phobia of falling off of high places which unfortunately comes from a close call during a hike where I slipped off a steep rock and almost into a sweeping rapids (luckily I ended up slipping sideways into a little pool in a gap between said rock and another big one... took a while to pull my short ass out of there but at least I wasn't being swept away!)

favourite childhood sport?

I was a sporty child, tried my hand at just about most sports. My go to was basketball for a while (though I don't play anymore) but now I'm more inclined to go for a swim or a bout of kickboxing, sometimes badminton. Funny story: over the course of a year I got hit in the nose with 4 different kinds of balls (not that kind!). My nose is fine but I was paranoid around sports grounds for a while after that 😂

do you talk to yourself?

All the time! It honestly helps me keep track of a lot of things, especially when I'm overwhelmed but it's a little funny when my everyday running commentary comes out in front of people. It gets me a lot of strange looks, especially when I ask everyday objects what they think they're doing

what movies do you adore?

Depends on the day you ask. I tried answering this 5 different times but each time I came up with 5 different movies to list out. I really could not pick for this one

coffee or tea?

Coffee! Far, far too much of it!

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

An astronaut. It took me far too long to give up on that pipe dream. But around the time I gave up on that I was getting interested in photography as something to pursue. I was bullied out of it for a few years sadly but hey, I ended up here eventually!

I'm coming to this way too late so I'm not really sure who hasn't done this yet. I'm just going to tag @casualavocados @celestial-sapphicss @jemmo

And like both Tel and Lin mentioned, I've been far too busy to be on tumblr too much recently (most of 2024) and so a lot of stuff I've been tagged in has slipped through the cracks. Most of it is in my drafts somewhere and sometimes it just feels too late to bring it back. I still love all of you though and I'm sorry!

[dismightyman]

hiii! ive been in the car for probably close to eight hours, SO BEAR WITH ME. :D

I love your ghoap model trains post it gets the brain worms working. because it explains some of the complexity between Simon and Ghost (and Johnny and Soap). love thst. Simon is still in there, when johnny peels back all the layers and he's learning. plus he's telling johnny he lovrs him, so we rejoice. preach to ghoap. theyre just lowkey chill guys.

anyway always love more, happy holidays, and forgive me for my yap. <3

—a very tired anon, with care.

You are not forgiven because I LOVE U tired anon. There is nothing to forgive

When Leath and I were talking about the legos I had, I think at the time, just woken up and it was like 5 am and I was threatening to burn my entire house down after accidentally tossing the model I was building to the floor. Scattering little legos all over the place. After being justifiably laughed at It got our brain worms cooking on how Soapy boy would totally be a Lego freak given the complexity of what demo entails you know? Then leath lovingly bestowed upon us that Drabble and we started talking again cause we can never stop yapping.

What in the world would Ghost do in his spare time? Cause like he’s our favorite little freak but he is still a whole random ass dude so. Given the fact that he made that whole mask get up (with the lines and everything I might add, the drama king) we figured he’d probably be into making things. I made the joke that he’d probably do some bonkers shit like terror attack dioramas and we kinda spitballed from there.

I went with the trains since you know British and threw in the terror in a throw away line as a little treat to myself.

To me especially with how dramatized the games are, there is a quantifiable difference between the men themselves and their callsigns. Not huge mind you but it’s there. One doesn’t equal the other but they are the same person right? So what they need to be on the field and what they hide away at home will bleed into each other and that’s kinda what I was aiming for with his cute little nonsense.

I then spent the next like 5 hours writing it out and bone apple teeth lol.

I love them getting to really dig in and get to be known by each other. it’s like my favorite type of story for this ship.

If I ever get the worms for more it’ll show up here at some point.

Anywho thanks for listening to me yap back at you! Live Laugh Love Ghoap 5ever

[colourfulshadows]

IWTV/Vampire Chronicles AUvember

I spent hours searching for November fanfic events because I didn’t want to participate in any word-count goal ones, but I didn’t find anything I could imagine myself doing. Then I asked myself: What is something that would challenge me as a fanfic writer, what is something I’ve never really done before? Answer: Experimenting with Alternative/Alternate Universes! Aside from the usual Canon Divergence. I mean stuff like Coffeeshop AUs, High-School AUs, etc. For a long time, I didn’t even read them.

So, for November, I’m leaving my comfort zone and will attempt to create IWTV/Vampire Chronicles AU fanfics! (Of course, I'm doing it for this fandom because this particular hyperfixation has taken over my brain). I wonder how this will work out because I included prompts I don’t even read – part of the challenge for me will be to find something of interest in settings that would usually bore me. And maybe other people want to try that too? If you're interested in joining, read this: - I don’t have the energy to turn this into a moderated event, but if you want to participate, feel free to use the tag #vcAUvember, so we can check each other’s works more easily! - Interpret the prompts however you want – do one, do all, do a oneshot per prompt, or multichapter fics with combined prompts, drabbles, drawings, etc. This challenge is about experimenting with something new and/or unfamiliar. No rule says the characters can’t still be vampires in these AUs (aside from the last prompt), but if they are then it should still make some sense for that setting and vampirism shouldn’t be the centrepiece of the plot. I made this prompt list (some are maybe more tropes than AU’s, but I still called them that):

1. Runaway AU

2. Medieval AU

3. Roommates/Neighbours AU

4. Space AU

5. Retail AU (choose which one)

6. Hospital AU

7. Serial Killer AU

8. Parent/Family AU

9. Cyberpunk AU

10. First Responder AU

11. Dom/Sub and BDSM AU (18+!)

12. Stranded AU

13. Social Media/Chat/Text AU

14. “School etc.” AU – so College/University/High School/Boarding School, …

15. Time travel AU

16. Celebrity AU

17. Crime AU

18. (Post-) Apocalypse AU

19. Royalty AU

20. Lawyer/Prison AU

21. Summer Camp AU

22. Psychiatry Ward or Group Therapy AU

23. Pirate AU

24. Coffeeshop/Restaurant AU

25. Office AU

26. Babysitter AU

27. Victorian AU

28. Flight Attendants AU

29. Scientist AU

30. Non-Human/Non-Vampire AU It would be fun if people join me in this, but I’ll do this challenge either way, hoping I won’t just scream into the void, haha.

[garbinge]

Superman (4)

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: All my fics are 18+. Smut, cursing, angst, drinking.

Word Count: 5k (its porn with PLOT, okaaaayyy)

Summary: 5 times Character A (Javi) helped Character B (Reader), and one time Character B (Reader) helped character A (Javi).  Javi helps you at a work event. ALSO using this prompt for the letter Y: "You look good like this" from the @narcosfandomdiscord Smut Alphabet Challenge. <3 <3

A/N: This is part 4 of 6 of this mini series I’ve had on the back burner for months!!! Just a little childhood friends to lovers. <3 

Narcos Taglist: @drabbles-mc @narcolini​ @justreblogginfics​

Story Index Here

The invitation had been staring at you for weeks. It was something that sat in the back of your head from the moment you received it. 6 weeks, you had 6 weeks to find a date for the Annual Charity Gala that was held by the county government office you worked in. At the time it seemed like a long while but you were a day away with no prospect in sight. You weren’t exactly sure what you were thinking, you hadn’t been seeing anyone let alone gone on a date in months. If someone were to ask why, you would have blamed work for the lack of time and trying and while there was some truth in that, you weren’t exactly ready to put yourself out there. It was easier in college, things never felt real or serious, but now there was little room to avoid that. 

When you got the job as a travel critical care nurse… you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. The first few months were all trainings and meetings, running through proper operations of things, basically an onboarding process. Now, you were still on a probation period, you weren’t able to leave until you put 400 hours in locally. Your time these days was spent at the Kingsville clinic and ER and then finishing up any trainings and learnings back at the government building. 

That’s where you were now, back in your tiny office finishing up some paperwork. There was a knock at your office door that you were expecting to be Javi. Both of you had a ritual of meeting Thursday evenings for an after work beer whenever possible. Looking up from your desk, your smile faded as you were met with someone who was very much not Javi. Now, just because you had no interest in dating, didn’t mean the sea of fish around you didn’t try and bite. Duffy stood there with a grin on his face, and it was one that always made you cringe. The guy had douche written all over him and he also never took a hint. 

“Hey sweetheart, it’s closing time, you wanna get out of here?” 

Sweetheart. The name of endearment had never sounded so awful. 

“I have plans, Duffy.” You focused back on the stack of papers in front of you, hoping maybe for the first time ever he would get a hint. 

You felt his presence still at the door and you peered up to catch him looking at the invitation. 

“You still need a date for the charity thing tomorrow?” 

Still. He must have heard you talking to your mom on the phone a few weeks ago. Fucking paper thin walls here. But then the last word in his sentence sat with you, tomorrow. Fuck. How had it already come up so quickly? 

Now, for the record, going to the gala without a date would have been perfectly acceptable and your plan originally. But then, Duffy happened. From the first time you rejected him, it became a game to him, you were sure he didn’t even really like you he just took the refusal as a challenge. You knew going solo to the gala was a guarantee that he would bother you all night unless he managed to drag someone else which was highly unlikely. 

“No Duffy.” 

“No you don’t need a date or no you don’t want to go with me?” The humor in his voice was irritating to you, like it was impossible for someone to not want to go out with him. 

“I have a date.” You stood up, if you didn’t leave now he would have kept you there all night. Picking up your jacket, bag, and invitation, you were walking past him in seconds with no additional words even though he had not shut up since you had gotten up. 

Within minutes you were outside Javi’s office and making your way in, throwing your jacket on the chair across from his desk and the invitation on his desk in front of his eyes. 

He looked up immediately, his eyes went to yours and then immediately to the clock. 

“Fuck, what time is it? Am I late?” He scrambled. 

“You are, and guess who was on time at my office?” 

Javi was back to looking at you and about to respond when you cut him off. “It’s okay, I’ll tell you. Duffy. No worries though because you know what you’re going to do to make it up to me?” Your voice was affirmative, speaking like there was no way he would say no. “You’re going to be my date to the gala tomorrow.” Your hand raised to point to the invite you had just thrown on his desk. 

Javi’s facial expression didn’t change, he just looked down at the invite and back towards you. 

“Yea, I’ll go with you.” He agreed with a shrug. 

Even though you said it with certainty, you honestly didn’t know what his reaction was. Javi wasn’t the type to go to these events. An unspoken rule around the agency though was that your first year was heavily recommended you go, to network, make a name for yourself. Javi had gone when he started but not since, so hearing him agree was shocking. 

“Oh, okay.” 

“What did that asshole want?” Javi was changing the subject as he gathered his things. 

You were still a little taken back but shook your head and looked at him. “Huh?” 

“Duffy. He bother you?” Javi got more tense, not picking up on your confusion. 

“Oh, no, just his usual shit. Told him I had plans. Wait, why were you late, what were you working on?”

Classified was a word used for people outside this building for the most part. With the items Javi and you were working on, they were able to be discussed internally and you too had pretty frequently. 

“Nothing just got caught up writing a report on that local raid. We’re still getting a drink, right?” Javi now had a cigarette in his mouth and his jacket on. 

“Please, I’m coming off a 10 hour shift at the clinic and another 4 hour training.” You let your breath out with a chuckle. 

“First rounds on me.” His arm wrapped around your shoulder and he led you out of the office. 

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Three dresses. It seemed like a small number but with how your room had looked, 3 was starting to look like 300. You finally settled on one that was emerald green and satin. A little bit of elegance while not standing out too much. While networking was the goal, you wanted to make connections, not extravagant first impressions. 

Taking the bottle of tequila out of your freezer was your attempt to ease the nerves. Working in an ER all day? Easy. Assisting with patients who were bleeding out or researching symptoms to save someone's life? Your heart didn’t skip a beat in those moments. But this? The idea of talking to people and chatting yourself up? Your heart was racing.

“You gonna pour me one?” Javi’s voice made you jump. 

“Holy Shit.” You inhaled. 

Looking up your eyes met and he froze for a second looking you up and down. The last time he had seen you all dressed up like this was prom, and that was the 70’s, in this moment he was really starting to thank the years passed for changed styles. 

Javi realized he was staring and brought his eyes back up to yours, “You, uh, look great.” HIs head went back and forth like he was shaking a thought out of his head. “Oh, I brought you this. Figured it’s what dates do.” He lifted the corsage box and placed it on the table next to the tequila bottle. 

“Is it too much?” Your shot of tequila was still on the table so the nerves were still alive and well. 

“Not at all, it’s,” Javi paused, looking for the right word as you placed the corsage on and took a step back. Truthfully he wanted to tell you that you looked fuckin’ perfect. It wasn’t the first time Javi had this thought. Over the course of your friendship there had been many moments where he thought about crossing that line, but it never felt worth putting the friendship at risk. In the beginning, he chalked it up to teenage hormones. Then he blamed all the time you spent together. But lately, he knew it was more whether he admitted it to himself or not. “It’s perfect.” Javi said with a soft tone. 

“I need this shot.” Oblivious to Javi’s own nerves and solely focused on your own, you ignored Javi’s request for a shot and took this one solo. The tequila went down quick and smooth, and before the heat settled in your throat you were pouring another one. 

Javi said your name and reached for your hand on the counter. 

“Why are you so nervous?” Javi was confused, you had been doing an amazing job so far, it was why he had no problem putting in the referral for you, he knew you would kill it. 

“What if people don’t like me?” Your eyes moved from where he was holding your hand up to his eyes. 

A smile grew on his face. The look alone made you whip your hand out from under his. “Javi, don’t.” 

“What?” His voice still had a touch of humor to it. “I’m sorry.” He moved to follow you as you turned around. “I’m sorry.” His hand caught your shoulder and his light tug at it was enough to turn you around. Now, with both hands on your shoulders he lowered himself at the knees slightly to look at you at eye level. 

“Everyone is going to love you. You’re smart, you know your shit but you’re not cocky. Pretty sure you’re more than halfway done with your probation period which is more than the majority of your onboarding group, you’re the only person I know who can apply a tourniquet, correctly in under 10 seconds, so I think everyone is going to love you. They’d be stupid not to. And if they are, I’ll take you to fuckin’ Burger Chef or somethin’ and we can hang at the ranch.” 

Your eyes felt heavy, tears were starting to form but you did a good job at blinking them away. Almost immediately your arms were moving around Javi’s neck and bringing him in for a tight hug. 

Javi froze before wrapping his arms around you and sinking into the hug, really taking the time to soak it in. 

“I don’t tell you this enough but I love you. You’re always saving me, Peña.” Your voice was soft as you whispered into his ear while you embraced. 

“Love you too.” Javi squeezed a little harder, closing his eyes for a brief moment before forcing himself to pull away. “Alright, come on. One more shot and we’re out of here. It should be enough to ease your nerves.” 

The two of you downed the shot and walked out the door. 

“You’re kidding me right?” The black town car was sitting in front of your place, you saw the driver waiting patiently and you looked up at Javi who had his hands in his pocket looking down. 

“It ain’t a limo or nothin’” Javi said, kicking his right foot against the pavement. “I just figured it’d be nice to have the freedom to drink and shit.” His shoulders shrugged up and he looked over at you. 

“Ahh, Javi the romantic.” You joked and mimicked his words in a singsong voice. “Drink and shit.” 

“Hey, now.” Javi’s texan drawl came out for a minute. 

“I’m kidding, it’s amazing, Javi. Thanks for thinking of it.” 

The ride over was normal, talking with Javi made your anxiety almost non-existent. As the car pulled up to the hall, you reached over and rested your right hand on Javi’s knee and gave it a little squeeze. His head turned, his face had a look of concern on it as he looked at you. Offering him a soft smile, you leaned closer to him and whispered. “I forgot to tell you that you look great too.” 

Despite Javi being what some described as a player, a girl’s guy, a heartthrob, in this moment he felt his heart beating a mile a minute. The heat rose to his face for a short minute before he was shaking his head with a smile. “Come on, let’s go build up your networking roster.” Javi stepped out of the car and walked over to your side to open the door. When you looked up at him, he saw the worry in your face. His reached out his hand to help you out. “We’ll get a drink first, I promise.” His voice was at a whisper so only you could hear it. 

“It better be a strong one.” You said at the same volume while gripping his arm. And with that, your night began. 

An hour had passed and you had already met over 20 people. You didn’t remember many of their names, you weren’t even sure what each conversation you had was about but you knew they all went extremely well. Having Javi next to you most of the time not only eased your apprehension but it brought more people over to you. He was popular in the office and by association, now you as well. 

As much as you weren’t proud of it, you ended up getting a little drunk. It wasn’t out of control, but it was the confidence booster you needed to block out all the negative thoughts. You might have argued that it worked too well. After a few of the awards and charity announcements, you had made your way to the bathroom. That was when you realized just how much the flow of drinks had affected you. You felt fucking good. And you looked it too. To be honest, you were thinking maybe it was time to call it a night, take Javi up on his offer to enjoy Burger Chef and a night on the ranch. 

As you stepped out of the bathroom, you ran into someone. Losing your footing, you grabbed onto the person for balance and then sincerely apologized. 

“I’m so sorry, I–” that’s when you looked up and saw who it was and let out a laugh. 

“No please, go on, I’d love to hear what excuse you were going to offer up.” He chuckled letting his own grip on you go. 

It was at that moment that you realized you wanted nothing more than Javi’s hands on you. You stared at him for a few seconds, admiring the smile on his face, the way his jaw had chiseled out more since when you were teenagers, his desperate need for a haircut but still managing to pull off the look. 

“I–” You paused for the shortest second before that liquid courage streak kicked in again and you leaned forward. Your lips landed on his, they were surprisingly soft, and despite the kiss being spontaneous, it felt inviting. The taste of tequila was on his mouth, not enough to make you think he had been wasted, but just a hint of it that it almost made you crave for more. You melted into Javi losing yourself in the moment before reality hit you and you realized you were kissing your best friend. Pulling away your eyes got wide and you looked at him, out of instinct your hand raised to your mouth to really make clear in your head that you did just kiss Javier Peña and also to hide your shock from him. 

His body language hadn’t changed one bit. Which was enough to make you nervous, you had thought the kiss was inviting but maybe you had imagined it. 

“My kind of apology.” Peña joked and you took it as his way of trying to make light of what happened and not make it awkward. 

“Oh my god, okay, I’m sorry, I’m just gonna—“ You tried to move past him but he rested his hands back on you, and the feeling came back. That feeling that nothing could ever beat being held by Javi. Wrong. He leaned down and kissed you, hard. That was a feeling that could never be beat. Your body gave into it so easily that you had fallen against the bathroom door, pushing it open for both of you two to escape into. Javi’s hands moved up from your arms to your neck and instinctually cupped your jaw to bring your mouth closer to his, as if that was even possible. But in this moment, close wasn’t close enough. 

Javi used his other hand to open the largest bathroom stall and lock you both in there, offering up some privacy in case anyone walked in. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment which is when you let out a soft moan, the sound causing the bulge in his pants to throb. He looked at your mouth and brought his eyes up to yours. 

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” The sentence he wanted to say to you earlier slipped out of his mouth at a whisper but you heard it like he was screaming it from the rooftops. "You look good like this."

His lips brushed against yours and there was a soft moment between the both of you.

“Like what? Pushed up against a bathroom door?” Your voice was breathy as you looked up to him, your chest rising and falling as you caught your breath, the straps of your dress falling off your shoulder. You quickly moved one hand across your chest to pick it up so it was resting on your shoulder again. 

Javi smirked and his eyes glanced down at the strap, his hand moved in slow motion and his finger lightly touched your skin, goosebumps began to shiver down your arm as he pulled the strap back in its loose position so effortlessly off your shoulder. 

“Exactly.” A chuckle left his mouth and made its way to yours. He kissed you again.  

 You felt as light as a feather, like you were floating. The only thought in your head was that you didn’t want this moment to ever end. So you said it. 

“I want to stay in this moment forever.” 

“So let’s.” Javi answered quickly, trembling at your lips. 

“No.” You said almost immediately. That caught Javi’s attention, his heart was beating fast but in this moment it completely stopped. This was exactly what Javi was worried about, why he never crossed the line. But he was a grown man and would accept whatever was to come from this. 

You felt him start to pull away and you gripped him closer, repeating yourself “No.” This time an order to stop him from leaving your proximity. “I meant, I want more. More of this moment.” You hoped he understood what you were intending by that but by his lack of movement you knew you were gonna have to spell it out for him. 

“Javi for fucks sake, I want you to fuck me.” 

His breath hitched a little bit hearing those words come out of your mouth. Nothing would have ever prepared him for it, no amount of one night stands, girlfriends, none of it. 

With that, he was pushing the straps of your dress fully down now, exposing your cleavage to him. His hand crept up your dress, spreading your legs apart with one light touch. your head moved back along with your eyes as you let out a moan. Luckily no one else was in the bathroom because it would have been obvious what was happening with the way that groan slipped out. 

Javi took the showing of your neck as an invitation to kiss it. His mustache left a tickle in his trail down to your chest. Soon enough his fingers were moving across your underwear, just above your folds. The sensation alone was enough to bring chills to your body but with the mix of him caressing and kissing you, you started to get wetter. 

“Stop teasing me.” You managed to get out between breaths. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for years, can you just let me enjoy the build up?” His voice was frustration mixed with desperation, which made a smile grow on your face. 

“Years, huh?” You said and his finger slipped under your lingerie, his hand grazing over your bare skin made you tremble, but his grip on you kept you steady. 

Javi didn’t answer, he just took your lips into yours and kissed you. This time it was different, there was purpose in this kiss, like he was trying to tell you something without saying anything at all. 

His hand was warm as it came into contact with you again, this time he slid one finger inside you. Once he felt you, you saw his eyes close and he rested his head against yours and murmured. “Fuck.” 

He couldn't wait any longer, he undid his pants and brushed himself across your heated naked skin before slipping himself inside you. Your one leg had moved up and around him to easier fit him inside you.

You gasped at the feeling and began to grind your body on him. His desperation took over and he pushed you up against the bathroom wall, wanting to use it as leverage to pump himself inside you. The only issue with that was the way your head had fallen back in a groan from the euphoric feeling of him entering you, it banged against the tile hard enough to cause you to let out a rather loud cry of pain. 

“Ow!” Your hand raised to cup the crown of your head. Javi moved his hand immediately to your head, and studied your face in worry. 

“Shit, you alright?”

A giggle left your mouth, a real genuine laugh as you looked at Javi. His face of worry slowly diminishing as he looked at yours, a face full of joy. He let out a laugh, still cupping your head and brought it down so your forehead rested against his mouth. A warm kiss is what he left there, as if he was making the pain disappear with one intimate action. His eyes were back on you as you both laughed at the scenario. It was something that would have been horrifying if it was a first date, or honestly anyone else but him. He was still pulsating inside you and yet you could still share this moment together. 

“God, I love you.” You said as your hands wrapped back around his neck. For a brief second you were shocked that the words left your mouth, it wasn’t nearly the first time you had said them to him but they felt different now, in this moment. 

“I love you.” He said as he closed the space between you and kissed you, starting to grind himself against you again. 

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Drunk on love. That was the best way to describe how you felt. After cleaning yourselves up, Javi left the bathroom to give you a minute. Taking the time to resituate your dress, and remove any trace of what had just happened before heading back out to the gala. 

Walking was finding itself to be a hard task, and you knew Javi was going to eat up any opportunity to tease you and bask in the glory of it. As you left the bathroom, your eyes scanned for him, he was right outside the door waiting. He kicked off the wall the minute he heard the door open. 

“I feel like I can’t even walk straight.” You whispered to him, if you could have kept it to yourself you would have but you knew you were going to need him for support. He laughed and brought you under his arm. 

“And that wasn’t even my best work, just wait ‘till I get you in a bed.” He looked down at you and used his other hand to fix a hair that was out of place. The way he was looking at you was like he hadn’t just been with you, his eyes were full of lust, full of desire. “Or the couch depending on how far we make it.” A smile grew on his face. 

“Bold of you to think I can fuck when I can barely walk.” You teased him. His head snapped towards yours, still not used to hearing you talk so boldly and let out a laugh. 

“Come on, let’s dance.” 

Shock filled your face, the man was crazy. “Did you not hear me?” 

“Trust me, when the word fuck comes out of your mouth, I’m listening. Come on, I’ll lead. Just one song.”

You felt like the world was upside down, you just had sex with your best friend and now he was asking you to dance? 

“I am not responsible for any injuries.” You pointed your finger at him as his arm went from around you to swaying your hand to the floor. 

The music was loud as you entered the middle of the gala where the DJ was set up. There was a good amount of people moving around you but all you could do is focus on Javi. His smile was huge as he moved you around, both of your hips moving. If you hadn’t just had sex with Javi, a part of you would have been shocked by how well his hips moved let alone how they moved to the beat. He twirled you around time after time, your laughs filling the air with joy. The song was upbeat which made it impossible to stop moving, despite your body protesting every move by shaking. It was unnoticed by everyone, Javi kept you in his arms at all times, even as he spun you around and moved you around the dance floor, his hands never left you. 

As the song came to its end, you wrapped your arms around Javi’s neck, wanting to just collapse into him but knowing this wasn’t the time or place. “I need water and 5 minutes to collect myself.” 

He let out a breathy laugh and nodded, moving you over to the bar as the next song began playing and people slowed down their dancing to stay with the rhythm. 

“We couldn’t have come out for this song?” You teased as you turned to the bar and ordered two glasses of water. 

“We can go back now if you’re so eager?” He smirked knowing your response already and that your face was going to be filled with a ‘you’re kidding me’ look. 

“You two look like you’re having fun.” Duffy’s voice caused you to turn around, Javi now behind you. 

“Tons of it.” You smiled and turned back to the bar to grab your glasses of water, handing one to Javi before chugging down yours. 

“That’s great, it’s a good way to spend your last night in the states, Javi.” He said to both of you before ordering a drink. 

Your face fell into a frown as what he said processed with you. Your eyes looked over at Duffy, expecting him to explain further but when you noticed he was ordering a drink your gaze moved to Javi. You said nothing, just stared at him waiting for some type of reply but his face said it all. 

“You took the Escobar case.” The realization came tumbling down on you like a pile of bricks. “You didn’t tell me.” It didn’t help that your heart was already beating a mile a minute from the dancing and the sex. Your eyes moved up like daggers to his. “You’re fucking kidding me.” You were placing your glass down on the bar before turning to exit the venue. 

“I thought it was common knowledge, my bad.” Duffy spoke up seeing how upset you got. 

“Go fuck yourself, Duffy.” Javi was quick to chase after you. 

He followed you all the way outside. Truthfully you weren’t exactly sure where you were going, you just felt like you needed to get away from him. Process what you just found out. He lied to you. He told you he didn’t make the cut. He said he wanted to stay home. You two talked about it. Travelling and staying in other places was a part of both of your jobs, it wasn’t that fact that was bothering you it was the lies.  Then there was the matter of fact that he was leaving, despite knowing this was a possibility for either of you it didn’t make the concept of saying goodbye any harder to process. It was a lot to digest and all of it together was overwhelming to say the least. 

“Let me explain.” Javi’s voice cut off all your internal thoughts. You turned to him. 

“Explain how you slept with me the night before you leave? Explain to me that you lied to me about Colombia? Explain to me what a fucking idiot I am for all of this. I don’t need you to explain, Javi, it’s fucking clear as day to me.” 

He went to grab you. It was funny how the same action just minutes before would have sent you into a daydream, would have sent goosebumps down your spine, the dirtiest thoughts through your mind, but now it repulsed you. You pulled your hand back immediately and began walking down the steps, planning to call a cab or hell, honestly walk for miles if you needed to. Before you finished down the stairs you turned around and faced him, wiping a tear that was falling down your cheek. Unsure if it was a cry of frustration, anger, sadness, or combination of all 3. Although maybe it was a completely new one that you had never felt with Javi before. 

Heartbreak. 

As you turned to look at him, you spoke one last sentence to him. Maybe you said it because you truly meant it, maybe you said it because you wanted to hurt him like he hurt you, but either way you said it loud to make sure no word was misheard. 

“I hope Colombia is worth it, and everything you want it to be and more.”