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im OBSESSED with the allylore, you seem VERY cool
HAHAHAHAHA I'm so amused by the fact that y'all are calling it my lore and I am fully rolling with calling it Ally Lore. HOWEVER I am not cool in the slightest I am like the dorkiest person alive I just do everything with way too much enthusiasm (because life is more fun that way) and it comes off as confidence đ I am so flattered that you think I'm cool though đ„č I'm really not but you made my entire day so thank you so very much! đ„° I hope you are having the BEST Thursday ever and that you have a wonderful rest of your week!!
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#allylikethecat#ask ally#anon ask#keep it kind#ally lore#im trying to think of some other fun ally lore to share#but i dont even know what would even be considered cool or interesting at this point lol#i just do a lot of side quests#and i honestly feel like that my life is sometimes like a sitcom or like a cartoon lol#OH!#i got stung by a baby jellyfish when i was a kid#that sucked#my dad bought me ice cream after to make it up to me#but then i was terrified of the ocean for a hot second#so my dad had his fisherman friend CATCH A JELLYFISH and bring it to me in a bucket#so we had a whole jellyfish lesson#and i got to pet the top squishy not stingy part of the jellyfish#to prove it wont hurt me and i just had bad lucky the first time lol
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five minutes | c.sc
- he has never seen such a picturesque sight draped in morning light
oneshot | 1.3k | domestic!au | fluff
if choi seungcheol could choose one memory to keep after death, it would be the ones like this. the ones where he rises slightly early and gets to watch as you wake up to the world. for him itâs the little things: sunshine falling atop his sheets, your limbs intertwined, the pout in your voice begging him to come back to bed. though seungcheol knows for a fact, he would always hit snooze if it meant five more minutes with you.
~ pairing . choi seungcheol x gn!reader
~ content . non idol!au, early mornings with choi seungcheol, oddly sentimental moments lmaoo, fluffiest of domestic fluff, brief banter
~ tw/cw . one slightly suggestive allusion to hickeys but apart from that none at all!
~ song rec . come to me - seventeen
~ authorâs note . hereâs the surprise i was talking about! apologies for being so inactive, life just had to take priority for once. but i had some free time so i wrote this as a little writing exercise. also i just imagine seungcheol to be the best to wake up to lmaoo. sorry for once again proving i donât know how to write anything that isnât pure unfiltered yearning đ hope you guys enjoy anyways!
FOR ONCE, IT IS NOT THE DRONING SOUND OF AN ALARM THAT WAKES HIM
but instead the light of the morning - rousing him with its golden-honey rays. Slithers of sunlight burn against his droopy eyelids and he curses himself for forgetting to close his curtains in the evening. He wonders what the time is. With the advent of summer, guessing the time has been harder than a blinded game of Russian roulette. It could be anywhere between 5:30 (he could afford to sleep for a couple more hours) or 11:25 (he might as well not bother showing up to work).
Seungcheol rolls onto his back and cradles his skull with his palm. He drifts his eyes up towards the cream-coloured ceiling, feeling an inexplicable lightness in his chest as it rises with his every breath: ocean waves at high tide. Even though the future stresses of the working day loom at the forefront of his mind, they arenât tormenting him like they usually do. He isnât dreading the ring of the alarm. Thereâs something in his mind and soul thatâs scarily at peace, a calmness he only thought he would feel in his dying hours. A sharp snore cuts his train of thought short. Feeling the warmth pressing taut against his side, he realises what the feather-weight feeling in his chest was for.
He flips over to look at you, out like a candlelight. Seungcheol swears he has never seen such a picturesque sight draped in morning light. No painting in a museum could ever come close to this sight of you. Your legs are curled into your torso and hands loosely gripping the sheets. Seungcheolâs eyes are drawn immediately towards your lips, your pillow-soft sighs drift onto the pillow where a tiny pool of salvia is. A thin sheen of sweat, illuminated by golden rays, wraps around your body like a second skin, causing you to glisten like the sun during dawnbreak.
In this moment, you are so peaceful, so calm, so vulnerable. Youâre like a god to him, a statue chiselled painstakingly out of marble. Seungcheol has to hold himself back from caressing your puffy cheeks, terrified heâd wake you. Youâve been working long hours recently and todayâs your only day of rest. Apart from that, something about watching you catch up on some well-deserved rest burns his heart white-hot with passion.
âI must have been a saint in my last life to deserve this,â Seungcheol thinks. As clearly and effortlessly as the chime of a bell of a small bookstore, you entered his life, taking him by surprise. You were like a whirlwind and Seungcheol was enraptured in the eye of your storm. Each day he was falling deeper and deeper, closer and closer to the point of no return. The way your smile and sense of humour makes him float above the clouds, almost as if is high on your presence. If he is, then youâre his favourite drug, that itch that you can never scratch enough, that song that no matter what he does cannot get out of his head.
He thinks about how much he loves you. How much he longs for you when you are not near - how much he wants to worship you until marks, the same colour as pink lemonade, pepper your chest. It almost brings him to tears: the intensity of his feelings in contrast to the softness of the morning light. Youâre the most beautiful person to him - mind, body and soul.
Right now, Seungcheol feels content, not in the way you do when finishing a task or lying down with a stomach full of your favourite food. This is different. A contentedness he knows he may never be able to feel again, but the moment is so perfect that he doesnât need to feel this way again. This morning is already more than enough.
RING-RING
Seungcheol rolls his eyes as the sound of his alarm vibrates deep through his ears. He checks the time. Fuck. He only has 35 minutes to get ready (he could have sworn he set it for earlier). He tries his best to move cautiously, trying not to wake you. But as he sees your body start to shift, he knows his attempts are in vain.
âSorry sleepyhead,â Seungcheol coos his voice so sweet that it almost fully distracts you from the alarm's monotonous cries. You reply with a quiet 'morning' but youâre not sure if he hears: the sound being muffled by the sheets. He traces mindless patterns across your exposed skin. His fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You squirm slightly at the ticklish feeling, trying to curl away from his touch. Seungcheol can only laugh.
âWhat?â He knows heâs teasing, the grin on his face ever-wide.
âShut upâŠâ You turn your body to face him as he sits up, a yawn escaping from the depths of his chest. âHow long have you been awake for?â
âA while.â He stretches over your body to hit snooze and you hear the light crackling of his bones as he moves.
âSo youâve just been watching me drool in my sleep this entire time, weirdo.â You say mimicking his previous teasing tone. Seungcheol rolls his eyes but still helps you rub off a small string of dried salvia sitting on the corner of your lip.
âMaybe, maybe not. Though, you are a wonderful sight to behold in the morning.â
âYouâre mad.â
âMadly in love with you.â You snort at his words and playfully smack his bare chest as whiny âitâs trueâs' fall from his pink coral lips. He smiles so wide, that you catch a glimpse of it through the blinding sunlight - a look at his sweet gummy smile. So wide that you canât help but smile as well.
If Seungcheol were to describe his personality in one word, it would be a realist, maybe a cynic at times. But when it comes to you, heâs a dreamer. Youâre the painter who colours over his grey corporate days, the person that keeps him going when his 9â5 starts to feel like a 24-hour shift and itâs your smile he thinks of at the neon red stoplight when heâs racing back home (he hopes you feel the same). He realises that he would do anything for you and it doesnât anger him in the slightest.
âAfter youâre off from work, we should do something. Take advantage of the good weather and longer days.â You muse, still looking up at him. With the way tiredness pulls at your eyes you resemble a baby deer. Seungcheol doesnât even let you finish your sentence before heâs humming in agreement.
âThat would be lovely. Hmm, a walk around the city seems nice, thereâs this pop-up museum that I think youâd like. We could also-â
RING-RING
You both groan at the cursed sound. Reluctantly, Seungcheol attempts to rub whatever remnants of sleep are left in his eyes (it doesnât work, he feels more tired afterwards). With a chaste kiss on your forehead, he tries to free himself from the hold of the duvet and many blankets intertwined with his limbs. If he eats breakfast quickly, he may be able to get to work on time. However, as his legs hang over the side of the bed, Seungcheol feels a vice-like grip tighten around his wrist.
âDonât go.â Your voice sounds so tired yet commanding, as if you were a witch, forcing him into a trance.
âBut lovely, work-â
âIf you can shower quickly, you can spare five more minutes with me.â You whine. To Seungcheol, there is no point trying to fight it, youâve already won.
âI suppose I could."
The light giggle that escapes your mouth seals the deal as you drag him back down to drown in the sheets. He throws an arm around your middle and pulls you impossibly closer. Seungcheol knows his alarm is going to go off again in the next five minutes, but as you melt into his embrace like candle wax and press kisses along the base of his neck, he couldnât care less about hitting snooze again.
For you, he could spare five more minutes.
For you, he would do anything.
#seventeen oneshot#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen imagines#seventeen drabble#svt oneshot#svt fluff#svt x reader#svt imagines#svt fanfic#scoups oneshot#scoups fluff#scoups fanfic#scoups drabble#scoups x reader#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol fluff#seungcheol fanfic#seungcheol drabble#if ur reading this i hopr u have an amazing day/night đ
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đč àŁȘ đ âč cough syrup â wriothesley â â ÛȘ àŁȘ
á° .á ê© fortress of meropide gets intense cold spells, but everything is bearable when you have a loving man to keep you warm. âą [ f ! reader , sfw . ]
fall always came with a shift towards colder weather. the leaves began to brown and the sweet tunes of fontaine's songbirds were carried by gentle gales. then winter snuck up ever so unsuspectingly; divination experts and meteorologists alike began to predict snowfall, and the court's streets became bustling with those preparing for the upcoming holidays. you, however, were rarely privy to any of this.
such an infatuation with the lord of meropide meant that you spent a significant portion of your year in the ocean's depths. although you'd initially been terrified of the deep sea and what unknowns lurked there, wriothesley quelled your fears and managed to enlighten you as to the true beauty of life down here. whether it was watching the jellyfish float about or cheering on up and coming fighters in the pankration ring, the man truly managed to make you feel at home all the way down here.
the one thing that you'd never managed to get used to, however, was the damn cold. sure, you'd experienced the same transformation in weather when you were living in the overworld, but such a change was more intense down here. wriothesley was accustomed to it after all of his years in the fortress so it took him a second to realize why you opted to stay bundled up in the warm sheets of the bed that you shared.
"doll, is everything okay?" he asked, looking over at you as he picked out his shirt for the dayâ it would surprise some how many greyscale button ups he owned.
"mhm," you hummed, not wanting to worry the man before he headed off to deal with the necessary duties for the day. however, once he heard the small sneezes coming from you, he noticed what was most likely going on.
"you cold, baby?" he cooes, finding your small nod adorable. you were buried in the sheets at this point, with only your eyes peeking over the top of your pile of blankets.
wriothesley wasted not a moment in striding back over to you. he lifted the blankets and came directly to you, wrapping his large arms around your figure and pulling you into his broad chest. though many assume those with cryo visions tend to run on the chillier side, wriothesley's size and stature had him radiating a fair amount of heat at all times.
"you're freezing," he comments.
"'s so cold down here... i thought i'd get used to it but... clearly not."
he chuckles softly, walking back towards the bed. he shrugs off his coat and removes his boots before sitting down next to you. "come here, love," he pats his thighs.
you oblige, crawling into his lap. of course, the pile of blankets come with you. wriothesley finds it absolutely adorable. he fawned over you, ensuring that the blankets were positioned to perform at peak efficiency. he did debate running ti the infirmary to see if sigewinne had any hot water bottles that he could borrow, but couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone for a second.
"bless you, doll," he cooes as you sneeze once again. wriothesley reaches over to his waistcoat, retrieving a small hankerchief from his pocket. to be honest, it was rare that he needed to use it himself, rather keeping the object on him at all times should you ever require it. "why don't you try to sleep, sweetheart? i'm not going anywhere,"
"but what about-" you tried to protest, knowing he most likely has work that he needs to tend to.
however, before you could even finish, he cuts you off in one of the most caring tones that only few were privy to. "you're always my priority, princess. everything else can wait; i guess that's a perk of being the warden," he chuckles softly.
you decide to not protest, curling into wriothesley's lap and resting your head on him. it was quite easy to doze off with the combination of his hand against your hair and the lullaby of his heartbeat.
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- YOUâRE MINE -
Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.
Warnings: This story will contain fluff, suggestion, smut and angst- not sure yet!
Note: I was planning on keeping this just for myself so please be nice. I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (donât know how many just yet though)
Chapter 2 - âYouâre Mineâ
âAny notes on what I should wear?â
A few hours had passed when you received another message. It was cute he cared. You cared about what you were going to wear and had been thinking about it for what felt like forever. It made you feel better he wanted to be dressed right too.
âYouâll look good in anything. Not worriedâ
âWasnât my questionâ
âSeriously, anything is fine. Itâs just a regular restaurant...â
Trent rolled his eyes at the concept of a âregularâ restaurant. What did that mean to you? He was beginning to get nervous. He paced around his room as his friend laid across his hotel roomâs couch pestering Trent with questions about you he didnât know the answers to yet. This shouldnât be that hard but knowing nothing about you made him both curious and terrified.
You finally landed on a pair of denim shorts⊠your sister would definitely say they were too short to wear on a first date but you werenât upset about Trent getting some ideas. You pulled on a white cropped tank top. In the mirror it was hard to tell how sheer it might have been. Was it just this specific light in your room highlighting your nipples through the material? You stared hard but decided you were okay with that. You wanted him to see. You wanted to tease him and push him to the edge. If you were going to go on this date at all you wanted him to want you. You couldnât risk him thinking you werenât down. You picked out a pair of black heels that wrapped and tied around your ankles. Your legs looked long and toned in them. You were happy with the look but it felt like a lot, maybe a little too obvious, to just be bare in a tank top. In an effort to âcover upâ you opted for an oversized blazer on top. You grabbed a black Chanel flap bag from off a shelf filling it with essentials. You felt comfortable but hot and thatâs how you wanted your night to go.
Trent took a car to your apartment that night after you gave him the address. It sunk in further how little he knew about you. It was more terrifying than it was a curiosity now. The driver opened the door for him and he thanked him politely. Trent stood in front of your apartment building apprehensively. He felt the breath leave his body, relieved. He wasnât sure how he felt about himself that he was suddenly evaluating you based on where you lived. The luxury building with white marble floors, chandeliers, and a suited doorman made him relax in a way that he almost felt disappointed in himself. He didnât like to imagine or assume that people were trying to use him but he couldnât always shake it. The building brought him level that you two maybe would run in the same circles should you ever been in the same place before this. You more likely didnât have an agenda to use him so he calmly texted you, hands still shaking a little
âHere đâ
Your heart began to beat faster now he was downstairs. You locked your door behind you unsure what kind of night you were about to have. Unbeknownst to you, you were considerably less nervous than Trent. But your assurance about your outfit and the date fell to pieces the second you saw him. You felt small as you approached him from behind. He didn't see you yet as he stood facing the street. You could smell him as you got closer. The amber scent you liked early made you feel warm, the images you saved of the sun on his hand as it stroked your arm flooded back. You snaked your hand up his arm squeezing at his bicep. He raised his eyebrows as he turned around with a sly smile. Alternatively, he completely cooled finally at the sight of you. He felt calm; like this was meant to be his normal.
He pulled you into a hug without a word. He engulfed you. You were surrounded by him and couldnât have been happier. He tucked you under his chin. He could feel your long nails and ring adorned fingers drag around him. His heart beat faster at the sensation. His hands slowly slid down your back towards your ass but he managed some restraint. It was the most perfect hug you ever received. He felt so good like you were supposed to be in his arms and he thought so too. He hummed at your embrace. He liked you this close to him. He wanted you in his arms all day after you met. He reluctantly began to pull away not wanting to weird you out. You softly closed your eyes at the idea of his body coming off of yours. You wanted the exact opposite from him. He took a small step to back away and smiled sweetly at you.
âTold youâ he spoke into the crisp summer night.
âHmm?â You looked at him for a moment trying to workout his words.
âI told you Iâd see youâ he put his finger under your chin raising it to look him in the eye. You felt butterflies being so close, his hand back on you.
âYou were right. To my defense though, youâre quite famous and.. â you paused as he smirked. â..Iâm only just me so I thought this was pretty far fetchedâ you turned your head away from his gaze self conscious because he wouldnât break his stare.
âThe word âfamousâ is also pretty far fetchedâ he joked using your words. âI needed to see you thoughâ he moved his head to be in your new line of sight.
âNeeded?â You questioned the word choice.
âYou drove me mad the rest of the day, you know that?â He confessed honestly in an effort to make you more comfortable but it only made you more nervous in front of him.
âSureâ you agreed facetiously looking at him skeptically even though his words sounded heartfelt.
You both couldnât look away from each other now.
âSo the subwayâŠâ you muttered out a transportation suggestion for dinner. Trentâs breath hitched a little. He was trying to remember if heâd ever been on the subway. He wasnât sure he wanted to go on the subway to be honest. His face was evident of his growing anxiety.
âIâm kidding, weâre going to walk. That okay?â You soothed his racing mind. He sighed relieved but reluctantly.
âYouâre not as funny as you thinkâ he quipped. You walked next to him up to the corner of your block towards the restaurant.
âNo one has ever told me that. Thatâs so mean.â You feigned being hurt by the comment.
âIâm obviously kiddingâ he stopped walking, nervous he had somehow messed things up already.
âAnd so am Iâ you snapped and giggled stepping into the road to cross.
â..so this is my little world; my dry cleaner, where I get my bagels when Iâm hungover, my friend lives a few blocks that way..â you kept talking filling the void. Trent was entranced, he wanted to listen to you give a tour of the entirety of Manhattan. He nodded and hummed at your remarks starring blatantly at your face. As you approached the restaurant you looked at him, catching him. He wasnât embarrassed though he just winked back at you. The ruse that he was shy now was crazy to you. How did he often present so meek in the media.
âHope Italian is okay. I feel like itâs sort of a neutral groundâ you sung as your eyes remained locked on his.
âItâs regularâ He was making fun of your text earlier and it made you smile that he was so light with you. He wasnât afraid.
âYouâre not as shy as everyone thinks you are huh?â
âDo people think thatâ he looked at you inquisitively as you pointed to the door of the restaurant.
âI mean I did. You kind of give off that vibeâŠ.online at least?â You raised your voice with question at the end because you thought that but on what ground. Youâd never met the man till today. Your basis was just off how you wanted and assumed him to be in your head.
âHmm, didnât know that. I guess Iâm reserved around new people but if im comfortable, Iâm comfortable. I wouldnât go as far as saying Iâm cocky but I back myself in most situations.â You watched his lips move slow. His honest reveal had your heart fluttering, he was so real. So human, which seemed odd because he solely existed behind a screen and in your dreams before this.
âNew people?â You repeated... âdoing pretty okay so far with meâ he just laughed. You went up to the hostess for your reservation and she ushered you to a small two top table tucked away in the dimly lit restaurant.
âAll good?â He asked you as he held onto your hand to help you tuck into your seat against the wall. The contact had you overwhelmed but you nodded at him.
âFeels like itâs just us in hereâ he spoke again softly.
âthat an okay thing?â You asked nervously trying to read his face. He reached over the table and traced around your open palm with his finger. The touch had you screaming inside. He was so pretty. God, in the low lit room he was glowing. It felt unfair. Who looked like this.
âA really good thingâ he interrupted your thoughts and kept talking. He aimlessly looked around the restaurant, easily flowing through conversations about everything. It felt energizing to be with him. Vibrancy came naturally to him. He was effervescent in his appearance, his words, his actions. You smiled in the middle of one of his sentences. He stopped talking and looked at you.
âSorryâ you giggled âyou are actually just so beautifulâ he rolled his eyes shutting them.
âIâm supposed to say that to you.â He quipped.
âYeah, if you think it. If you donât.. donât get my hopes up pleaseâ you continued in your fit of giggles. Completely lost in your juvenile crush trying to ignore the idea that he might very well be into you.
âI like that little laugh.â He cooed. You slowed and composed yourself. You smirked pulling your glass to your lips trying to hide the blush coming over you. He swallowed at the look of your lips pressed flush against your water.
âDo you drink? I donât even know?â You changed topics. He laughed quite hard at your segue.
âYeah, I do. What do you like though?â He asked you.
âYou pick. Iâll get what you get. Happy with anything.â You were trying to be relaxed.
âThat easy to please?â He inquired giving you a cheeky look.
âIf youâre asking..â you paused.
âIâm askingâ he filled in the gap.
âIâm a tequila girl butttt honestly Iâm happy with anything.â He grabbed the waiter and ordered two drinks politely. You asked what he picked but he withheld and wanted you to guess when they got there. When they did you rattled off guesses on what was in the cocktail in front of you.
âAgaveâ he hummed at your correct guess. He watched you scramble with a puzzled look on your face he liked. You kept staring at the drink hoping for some visual clues.
âYou know youâre gorgeous, donât give me that shitâ he cut your train of thought again âif I think that..get your hopes upâ he mocked your tone
âHuh?â Your puzzled face stuck
âCome on baby, donât be coy. You know exactly what you do to people, me in particular now.â He said sternly. The pet name had you internally freaking out. It was so seamlessly woven into his words. You loved it. You wanted to hear it again and again.
âNo, no itâs not like thatâ you shyly retorted
âYou donât see the heads turn?â He pried
âItâs not something I ever thought about I guess. It doesnât register that it might be because Iâm anything special I just assume itâs like one off.â
âA one off that happens every single day?â He joked with a smug look. His argument was ironic coming from someone millions of people adored yet shied away from the word âfamous.â
âYouâre veryâ he slowed his words trying to tame his eagerness âvery beautiful⊠like just unreal babyâ
You felt the word hit your ear again. You could listen to it all day.
âYeah, yeah. Okay Iâll take your word, babyâ you stressed the word. Wanting to give it a go and see his reaction. You werenât sure if he even knew he had called you baby but your emphasis pulled a smile from him.
âYeah?â He questioned at nothing. You just hummed smug with the situation.
âI like your little worldâ he reminded you of your earlier comment walking to the restaurant âitâs nice, like you, youâre niceâ his eyes trailed from the table up your body and onto your face.
âPlease stopâ you quietly mumbled. You placed your thin manicured hands over your face hiding from him in embarrassment. He seemed amused at the child like action.
âHonestlyâ he moaned out. You peaked through your fingers to look back at him.
âWhat are you being shy for now, huh?â He cooed pulling your hands from your face with his. Your hands lingering in his. âSeducing strangers on the street⊠but now you canât take a compliment, yeah?â He shook his head but you were quick with your words.
âOkay, seducing is a strong wordâ you laughed.
âCome on just let me tell you how much youâve been running through my mindâ he pushed.
âSorryâ you apologized to which he seemed confused at.
âForâŠâ he paused.
âBeing in your head I guessâ picking up your drink to hide your flushed cheeks. He hummed.
âyeah, I donât exactly mind you in thereâ he said suggestively.
âstopppâ you quietly cried out laughing a little. âWhy are you like thisâ moving your drink to hold it directly in front of your face now.
âIâm genuinely not doing anything but talking. Do you want me to stop, turn around, talk to you with my eyes closed or somethingâ he joked
âyouâre ridiculousâ you pushed your chair in, needing to be closer to the table, to him, accidentally brushing your smooth leg over his. It wasnât intentional but the touch gave you both a buzz. He pushed your drink down away from your face.
âDonât hide that face from me babyâ he continued raising his eyebrows. You playfully rolled your eyes in return.
You had no idea what time it was now but you didnât want your evening with him to be over. You had finished your dinner and you hadnât looked at your phone once, neither had he. You canât remember the last time you went out to eat without resorting to it.
âYou want dessert?â you asked him hoping to prolong your date. He contemplated in silence before speaking.
âMight get little something later, donât know⊠still seeing if itâs an option.â The growing cheek this boy had developed since you first spoke was surprising you.
âHmm it could be, never know.â You said lying through your teeth. Your answer to literally anything he would ask you to do would be yes tonight. You would do absolutely anything but you couldnât have him know that.
You fumbled over a few more conversations, your legs rubbing intertwined beneath the table like you were keeping it hidden from the other that you were doing it.
âYou want to split it?â You asked as the bill came.
âIs that a joke?â He coughed out. Shocked at your seriousness.
âNo, what do you mean? We ate together⊠Iâm not expecting you to get it.â You emphasized the word together. He laughed at your answer.
âNo, absolutely not. Thatâs absurd. This was a date baby.â He continued laughing. He stopped when he had to speak again. âWhatâs the normal tip percentage thing here again?â
âLet me see, Iâll do itâ you went to pull the pen from him.
âStop, I got it baby.â He shushed you. He was so rattled by the fact you were adamant about assisting in this process âI canât even recall the last time someone asked to split a bill with me. Thatâs really sweet honestly.â He cooed at you and he meant it. All he wanted to do was take care of you, show you that he could, he just needed you to let him.
âWhatever you sayâ you retorted unamused with a grin.
He pulled the table a little letting you stand up in the tight space. You adjusted your shorts and top. You were quick to remember just how bare you were without the blazer over you now. You felt confident when you had left your apartment but under his gaze you werenât so sure how you looked. You wanted his approval so badly, you wanted him to want you.
âYou look so goodâ he whispered to the back of your ear sending shivers down your spine. You walked in front of you him, unable to turn around hiding how flustered you were by the comment. He pushed his chair back in. He stared up and down your body as you walked away. He felt his mouth water. The tequila was not helping how desperate he was for you. He quickly caught up to you and placed his hand on the small of your back. His touch was warm. It made your head spin. You wanted his hands everywhere but you were too nervous to push for something. He got the door and held it open for you. You uttered a thank you unsure what to do now that the possibilities were endless. One very real one being you going home separately.
You were looking down the street when he placed himself in front of you. He tucked a piece of your hair the wind had blown misplaced behind your ear. Keeping his hand next to your face, he stroked at your cheek. You smiled up at him, analyzing him, trying to memorize every single fleeting feature. This was so surreal. Every time you looked at him you felt the need to pinch yourself to wake up but he was here, real, in front of you slipping his other hand low around your waist. You purred at his touch. You felt yourself crumbling in front of him. He sensed that you werenât totally present; he just didnât know if it was good or bad.
âHave an okay time?â He quizzed you
âmmhmmâ you shut your eyes at the dream unfolding in front of you. The tequila was racing through your blood. You were having a hard time suppressing your obsession for this man. You took your hands and slid them up his chest. He almost moaned at the touch but tried to remain calm. Your hands grazed over him slowly wrapping and entangling around his neck. Your nails scratched at his soft skin. It felt so intimate to be so close, touching him.
âI donât want to go home yetâ you spoke shyly avoiding his eyes.
âI definitely dont want you to go home unless im⊠uhâ he trailed off insinuating but not wanting to say what he was hoping for. You giggled a little more. You probably couldâve been pushy and maybe a little sluttier with him and got what you wanted but it felt wrong. He was so nice to you. He was so soft and open with you. You wanted a little more time to get to know him. You wanted to try to imprint yourself on him before reducing yourself to some random girl he fucked on holiday. It broke you a little bit that that was the ultimate outcome of this. You leaned into his chest speaking into his shirt.
âAny interest in going somewhere else for a little? A bar?â
âThinking Iâd follow you just about anywhereâ he whispered. Your heart warmed at the sentiment. You pulled away from him and you watched his eyes flutter closed trying to hold the feeling of you to him.
Trent knew it. He didnât know if you felt it or not yet but he did. Something was different. This wasnât normal. This wasnât the run of the mill first date. He couldnât put it down as one thing or another but this worked. It really worked. Despite your dramatically different lives you had a lot in common. You had similar interests and values. He needed to know you intimately. He wanted you to read him a biography about yourself. He hated that there wasnât a Wikipedia page that he couldnât sneak a look at to know more. He kept his hand low wrapped around your waist as you led him up a couple blocks to a new destination.
âOkay, come on. Just trust meâ you grabbed at his hand and squeezed it before releasing. He was confused to say the least but comforted by your touch. He was sure you said a bar but now he was thinking he misheard you. You walked into a diner. It was very quintessential New York to a degree it was almost comical like a movie set. Trentâs eyes darted around the place. He noticed you smiled at the men behind the counter. Did you know them? You walked towards a utility closet door. He had to say something, he just couldnât not know anymore.
âSooâŠâ he dragged. You turned around smiling at his impatience.
âOne second! Trust me okay.â You reaffirmed. Pushing the closet door open only to reveal a staircase. You glided up the stairs illuminated by a neon sign atop simply reading âbar.â You were a few steps ahead of Trent. He watched your legs stretch up the stairs, your ass hanging out a little from your shorts. He had the filthiest thoughts running through his mind; it was hard for him to focus on the task at hand.
âGod, your ass. Youâre so hotâ the words fell out of his mouth. He almost slapped his hand over his lips as he heard it echo up to you. You turned around with a smirk and just stared at him content with the compliment, finally feeling a little better about your outfit. You stood at the door now waiting for him. He stopped you there though and slipped both his hands around your waist leaning into you.
âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to offend you or anything it just came outâ he was embarrassed but something about the lack of control he was feeling about you had you dripping. You brushed your hand on the side of his face, gripping onto his hair a little bit. You leaned up closer to him. Your noses now touching.
âI donât mind if you want to talk about me or to me like thatâ you whispered. He could almost feel your lips movement they were so close to him. He just hummed at your suggestion, slightly afraid at what he might let slip. You made your way in, to Trentâs surprise to a rather crowded normal bar, it just happened to be upstairs hidden above a diner on the Upper East Side. You both sunk into two chairs at the bar. He pulled yours closer to him by the back of the seat.
âCâmereâ you swooned at his words.
âWhat are you thinking?â he asked you sweetly trying to initiate an order but you stopped him.
âI want to play a gameâ the giggle he loved before, squeezed between your words, came flooding back.
âYeah? Alright, go onâ He liked the idea of being competitive with you.
âAlright, only if you wantâ
â I doâ he restated his interest.
âOkay, soâ you began to ramble on but he was stuck mesmerized at how he had gotten into this situation. Here. With you.
âGot it?â You finished up.
âWait, no, I have no idea what you just said Iâm so sorryâ
âDistracted?â You inquired smugly as his eyes were stuck on your chest. Anyone else you might be a little annoyed with but he could have whatever he wanted. He could look anywhere he wanted. You stuck your chest out a little more as you leaned to order a few shots. Trent was overwhelmed at the liquor appearing before him and your tits in his face. He rubbed his hands over his head snapping back and smiling at your hand now on his thigh.
âEssentially you make an assumption about me and if youâre right I take a shot, if youâre wrongâŠâ
âNot likely but go onâ he confidently interrupted your sentence smugly. You huffed, squeezing his thigh in feigned annoyance.
âLike I was saying..You can either take one. Or not. Up to you. Not sure how many shots you want to be ripping throughâ you laughed a little more, continuing to press your palm further into his leg. He took a deep breath
âYeah, soundâ he said. You smiled to reassure him it would be fun.
âYou go first, youâre visiting and all thatâ you said leaning a little closer to him. His smile dropped and he looked serious. He didnât know how far he wanted to push this but felt if you were being cheeky in the hallway then he could here.
âYou purposely wore a see through shirt so I would stareâ he blatantly threw out in the open. Your mouth was left open but you gathered yourself more excited than anything by his words.
âStare atâŠ.â You wanted to push your limits with him to see where he was at and he was happy to indulge.
âBaby, you wanted me to see your nipplesâ a chill ran down your spine. You would do anything to have this man but wanted to keep playing to hear more from him. Maybe this would help him make a move.
âTo be fairâ you started and he cut you off. His hand coming to grip around your ribs. You were thin and his hands were massive around you. His finger grazed under your boobs. You couldnât think straight when he spoke again
âbaby⊠come on itâs the game, answer honestlyâ you smiled at his press.
âFine, fine. Sure. I wasnât exactly trying to put them on display but Iâm also not hiding I guess.â You poured the shot into your mouth and whined dropping your head in your hands after being called out. Trent bit and pulled at his bottom lip knowing now that you really wanted him see you. It was your turn.
âYou want to see more?â you stated and stared cold back at him. If he wanted to go this route, you were going to as well. He laughed, throwing his head to the side. He looked away and grabbed at the shot glass.
âAt least make it hard for me to get out of. I think I embarrassed myself on the stairs I'm so eager to see more.â His hand moving down your ribs to sit on your waist. He made a face as the tequila went down.
âNahâ he moaned.
âYouâve thought about fucking meâ the word stung as it left his lips. God did you ever but hearing him say it made you panic. Is that all this was to him? Did he just entertain your foolish naivety at dinner to get you to go home? It seemed like a lot of effort at this point for something he couldâve just asked for blatantly earlier.
âBaby, Iâm asking you if youâve ..â pausing slowing he was quick to notice the drop in your face. His hand moving again on your body off your waist up to your face. He swiped his finger over your skin. You werenât going to let yourself but you felt like you were going to cry. Why did you care so much if he was genuinely interested all of a sudden.
âHeyâ he was quietly whispering close to you. âSorry I took it too far, I donât want you to think⊠You know I maybe couldâve..â he stumbled around his words. Your hand came up and laid over his on your cheek. You blinked your eyes a few times, readjusting in your seat before looking back at him. You softly smiled and he felt slightly relieved.
âSorryâ you laughed âyou caught me off guard in my own gameâ you shook your head back and forth at how silly you felt. âI mean itâs hard not to think about.â You finally answered him. You removed your hand from his, placing it back on his thigh, higher up this time.
âOh yeah?â He felt better with your admission and touch.
âMhhhmâ you confirmed, staring back into his eyes, swallowing the tequila.
âMe tooâ he whispered coming close into the crook of your neck. His hand on the bar pushed the tequila away from you both.
âI donât want you drinking anymoreâ he told you. It was commanding and hot. His lips ghosted over your skin. You could feel your core go hot and wet.
âYeahâ you whispered back to his ear. Your voice was breathy and he couldnât help but imagine how it sounded in bed, what you would say underneath him.
Trent wasnât sure how to navigate this now. It was obvious and out in the open that you were both interested but he wanted to be nice to you. You felt sensitive and soft to him. He felt an overwhelming amount of affection for you. He wanted to protect you. He wanted to take care of you. He swiftly grabbed the check from the bar. Pulling your chair out. He stood behind you wrapping his arms around your small waist tucking his head back into your neck once you got up. You leaned back into him pressing your ass against his crotch, tilting your head giving him more space to nuzzle into as your hands ran over his arms in front of you. He could smell your perfume circling around him. It was fresh and clean. He grunted softly in desperation.
âBaby⊠youâre killing meâ he let out quietly. You smiled that he was starting to get wound up. You pulled at him to let go to leave but he didnât let go of you, instead just moving with you pressed to him out of the bar. He held onto you in the street as you stared at each other trying to decide who was going to have to be brave first. It felt inevitable but someone also had to actually say it.
âI donât really want to sleep alone tonightâ you whispered as your head tilted back further against his chest.
âYouâre not sleeping alone tonightâ he cooed back at you. Suddenly his phone rang, cutting the soft moment directly in half.
âSorry itâs my brother. He wouldnât call if itâŠâ
âYouâre fineâ you told him. He then put a little space between you. You could hear another thick accent on the other end of the phone call and it made you laugh.
Trent stepped back into you. Arms around you again, resting his lips on your temple. He didnât know if he could kiss you yet but regardless he just wanted to be that close. The feeling of him on your skin had you fantasizing.
âEverything okay?â You asked him, nuzzling back against his body.
âSo.. I kind of forgot I have to go to this club tonight with my friends and brothers. I have to go in order for them to get this table and âŠitâs all very stupidâ his words were discombobulated. You turned your face away from looking up at him now. Sadness washed over you. Your eyes sank, your lips falling. Trent didnât know how to handle the look on your face and he definitely did not like being the one who put it there.
âNo, no, I totally get it. Go ahead! Iâm so sorry I kept you so longâ you felt the tequila buzz leave your body so fast you were shaking at the sobering thought he was going to go.
âThank you so much for tonight though. I really had a good time. Sorry if it was too much.â You stumbled over your words panicking that you had over done it. An international footballer was in the US with boys to have a good time at clubs and here you were making him tell you about his childhood over a dinner. You wiggled away from his body now running your hand through your hair.
âOh god this was so stupidâ you muttered looking further away from him. He watched you pick yourself apart for a moment. He couldnât let you keep spiraling.
âWas going to ask if you wanted to come with me⊠but you seem adamant that youâre going homeâ his sarcasm was not appreciated but you walked back up him still. Your hand reached for his and he felt his heart stop.
âIâd want to goâ you said more confidently than you were feeling.
âGood, I told you I wasnât letting you sleep alone tonight anywaysâ he smiled walking with you to the curb. You grabbed a cab sliding in across the leather seat, Trent followed you like a love sick puppy.
âErrmmm 59th and 5th please⊠right?â You cocked your head at him. He shrugged, not sure of the exact location of his hotel. Trent looked at you with such admiration it confused you. .
âWhatâ you asked him. The smiling getting bigger on his face.
âThat was cute.. you just know all the streets and that.â He was babbling.
âI live here, it's not something to be impressed byâ you laughed at him. Trent groined and jokingly strained his voice
âJust let me compliment you. Oh my dayss!â You laughed at the drama and rolled your eyes at him. Your hand was back on his thigh. You liked it there and he liked having it there. He slid his arm behind you around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You pulled your lips in a tight line trying to not be awkward about the sexual tension filling the cab due to your proximity and the touches exchanged but also the idea that you were going to be with a bunch of guys you didnât know, crashing their trip.
âTheyâll like you, I promise.â He quieted your thoughts like a mind reader.
âAnd what about you.. you like me?â you pressed into him. Trent grabbed gently at your chin tilting you up to him forcing you to lock eyes with him. You took your hand off his thigh and snaked it up and around his neck meeting your other arm.
âIf you donât know the answer to thatâŠâ he paused, just losing himself a little in your stare. He jumped ahead, his desire reaching a head âare you going to kiss me tonight or are you going to just tease me till I black out?â You smiled at how dramatic he was still acting about things but you liked that he was expressive with you.
âYou couldâve kissed me, you know?.â You whispered quietly to him. He leaned in to you more
âYeah? Youâre not going to stop me?â
âDefinitely notâ
âGood, because I canât take it any longerâ he said, licking his lips. You were in the same boat. You were itching for him to kiss you. You pulled at his neck as he finished his sentence.
His lips met yours in slow motion. Your entire body relaxed at the contact. He wasnât just what you wanted but he was exactly what you needed. It was slow at first but heated up quickly. Your lips pressed hard against each others. He pushed his body into yours, his adoration for you had threatened to spill out of him the longer he kept waiting for this kiss. You drew a subtle breath, your emotions started to pool behind your closed eyes. You were so attached to him. Something about him made you absolutely melt. It was the most magnetic pull you ever felt. You couldnât let go even if you wanted to.
You let out a soft moan as his hand moved to grab your ass. He palmed at it and grabbed firmly onto you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth while he had the chance. It was erotic. The buildup over the night was too much. Whilst you were trying to be considerate of the taxi driver, you also needed Trent now but he soon pulled away a little to breathe as you arrived. The smile spread across his face was the most beautiful thing youâve ever seen.
âGod, thank youâ he exhaled. Trentâs mind was racing with thoughts.
âYouâre thanking me?â You questioned his unexpected innocent words. He laughed realizing how down he was as he paid for the cab, then slipping out and holding his hand out for you to grab. You stood up next to him and he grabbed your face, he pressed another kiss to your lips as you opened your mouth to push for more. Your hands were all over each other.
âYou still want to come upstairs rightâ he wanted to check. He liked tonight but ultimately you were physically strangers, he didnât want to assume. You looked at him with a disapproving look for the silly question.
âAlright, alright, I was just trying to be nice but if you want to act upâ he jokingly brushed the attitude aside walking into the hotel lobby. The staff greeted him personally. It felt like a lot of pomp and circumstance but he was more than polite.
âYeah, you alright?â He asked one of the men working who seemed thrilled at the simple acknowledgment. Trent held you so close and so tightly. You could feel a sense of possessiveness but you werenât sure if it was authentic. It was hard to deduce if this was how he was with every girl or if this was specific to you. You got into the lift and he pressed PH. You weren't surprised so you jokingly rolled your eyes at him to poke fun.
"I wasnât the one who booked it" he tried to unnecessarily explain.
âUh huhâ you joked. You paused though to shuffle your body âYou said I had an attitude outsideâŠ"
"You did" he hummed looking down at you curiously as you moved around him pushing yourself up against his body now. You leant towards his ear. You were feeling a little more confident that you got him to take you back to his hotel. Your lips kissed at his ear, your teeth grazing his ear lobe pulling at it as he groaned tightening his grip on you.
âI promise I can be a good girl for you tooâ you whispered. He let a strangled breath out. His eyes widening and then shutting tight. The unbelievable urge to just rip your clothes off in this lift was tearing him apart.
âCome onâ he moaned lowly at you. Sliding his hands all over you inching towards your bare breasts. You were so wet already and if you werenât so needy for him you might be embarrassed.
âNeed to get you to my room nowâ he whispered, stepping out of the lift but he didnât return back to your touch. He just walked to his room's door, opening it. You curiously followed under the false pretense that maybe he was leaving you untouched. You stepped into the room after him eyes begging to find him again. Your voice broke the silence. It was meek but a wholesome comment slowing the advances made in the lift.
âIâve never actually been in one of the rooms here, Iâve only ever been at the champagne bar downstairsâ you told him. He turned to you with a soft smile. The innocence of what you were saying sounded like you were his friend. It felt comfortable but he wanted so bad to do things friends never did with you.
He sat himself on the edge of the big white bed. He leaned back onto his palms. His eyes glued to you.
âand you thinkâŠ. What now?â He asked about your objective opinion on the room.
âyeah, really niceâ you answered his question sweetly. Avoiding him a little, you needed to distract yourself from completely undressing him with your eyes. You began to walk slow around the room inspecting his stuff. You looked at all his shoes neatly lined against the wall. It made you giggle a little. He seemed so detail oriented. Thoughtful. You brushed your hand over some things guiding yourself through the room. It shouldnât have been but it was turning him on. Knowing youâve touched absolutely everything of his. Your fingers dragging over the materials, your scent drifting along. You let out a small giggle again at a bag he had left on the table. You had been obsessed since the Louis Vuitton bag was released. It was funny to you, seeing it in person. It was funny he mightâve had a similar taste to you but also the means to buy absurd items like this. His cheeks flushed hearing your laugh.
âFind anything good, baby?â He tilted his head. You swirled around on your heel. You nodded and explained how much you wouldâve killed for the bag.
âTake itâ he said casually.
âUm, noâ you replied sternly.
âWhy not?â He asked. You went back and forth. You were oblivious to the fact that Trent was throwing himself and literally anything else at you to get you to like him. He felt like a little boy. He had a massive crush on someone he just met and right now he also had a massive hard on.
âI canât, but it was sweet to offerâ you walked away to one of the windows pressing your hand against it looking out into the darkening night. Your hand steadied you on one leg as your other hand pulled at the tie of your heels.
âCâmereâ he said smoothly. âLet me help you take them off babyâ hearing him talk about removing anything from you had you throbbing at the idea. You walked over to him. You had lost your smile due to the nasty direction your thoughts had gone in. You were getting to a point where you were desperate for his touch but also absolutely terrified of the implications.
Trentâs hand pulled your leg onto the bed making you shiver. It was silly because you both wanted the same thing. You were adults but you felt childish in front him. You couldnât find the courage to tell him you wanted him. You felt good about it in the lift but seeing the bed, the distressing thought of getting dressed and going home after made you upset. Why were you so attached to this person? He didnât owe you anything close to what you now wanted. You wanted him to fuck you like he wanted to, because he liked you, not just because he could.
You felt his hand grip under your knee. You flinched. âAlright?â He questioned starting to feel your energy shift. You weren't sure if you should be honest about your emotions or just suck it up and chalk tonight up to something that would be physical only.
âMmhmmâ you nodded sheepishly. He didnât believe you but he kept his hand on you to hold you there. It was soft and caring. He slid it from your knee down to your ankle. He pulled at the bow holding together the black leather tie of your heel. He pulled your shoe off, placing it down gently on the floor. There was something so calming about his movements. He wasnât rash, he was methodical. He undid your other heel. You stood in between his legs now at the edge of the bed. He stared up at you. His angle was everything he could have wanted. Your face softened from the glowing lamps behind him, your tank top cut and hung just so he could see a good amount of your boobs from underneath. Your abs were taut. The waist of your shorts gaped a little due to the contrast between your small waist and full behind. His hands wrapped around you, unintentionally but happily landing directly across your ass. He just wanted to look at you for hours but his dick was getting impatient.
âDo I only get the one kiss?â He looked up at your face feigning innocence to see the reaction to his question.
âHmmâ you pretended to think your hands sliding over his chest, up his neck to grip his hair. He hummed at the sensation of your fingertips on him.
âNoâ placing your knee on one side of his thigh. He stared intently at it as it pushed the bed down.
âDid you think I only wanted one kiss?â You said asking him to initiate despite you wanting to be all over him. Even though you were falling apart for this man like youâd never before, it was no different logistically than any other hook up youâd had. You hated the feeling of throwing yourself at someone. Youâd do it for Trent but you didnât really want to give yourself the room to embarrass yourself.
He pulled at your other leg; still straight, up to the side of his other thigh. You straddled over him looking him in the eyes with lust but you were overthinking every single movement you made. He brought his face and lips into your neck. He was bold and slowly licked up it. The feeling of his tongue on you was excruciating delicious.
âRelax fâmeâ he spoke into you as he kissed and nibbled at your sensitive skin. What had he done to you. You were practically quivering. You exhaled at his command. Sinking down on his lap. You felt him hard beneath you. You snickered a little after finally feeling him.
âY/Nâ he pulled away from your neck. It was short and a bit harsh. Was he mad? Had you drawn this out to far?
âI donât think you want one kiss at all. I think you want me and you arenât doing anything about it and itâs driving me crazy. Pleaseâ he was begging you. You pulled one of his hands from you guiding it with your own up your body. From your ass, around your hip, up your stomach, racking your ribs, under and over top of the side of your boob, over your collarbone. Your hands moving painfully slow for Trent. He just wanted to ravage you. He wanted to protect you, love you but destroy you at the same time. He needed to know what you were like in bed. Now.
Trent licked over his lips and pushed his covered cock up into your hips. You pulled at his hand again and slid two of his fingers between your lips. You sucked around them. The warmth of your mouth had Trent dizzy. Your tongue drew around and under his fingers. Some of your spit pooled at the corner of your mouth. Trent had never seen someone so perfect.
âJesusâ he mouthed. He couldnât imagine anything but your tongue all over him now. He closed his eyes at the thought as you popped his fingers out of your mouth.
âTrentâ you spoke getting closer to him. He held you tighter. His fingers gripping harder into your skin. You were so scared of him. You felt like he was going to break your heart after this but you needed to know him physically. Curiosity and desire coursing through you.
âCome hereâ you said slow before your mouths clashed into each other. A small gasp escaped Trent when he felt you grind yourself against him. His hand on the back of your neck crept upward, grabbing at your hair. With the tug of your hair, you moaned. Trent felt his whole body light up. He was asking the same question you were. What had you done to him? Just the sound of you had him crumbling. You pushed him backward onto the bed. There was nothing he wanted more right now than you on top of him. It felt heavenly. You could feel the anticipation building.
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Investment
Pairing: Yoongi x reader (Kintsugi couple!)
Genre: slice of life, fluff, established relationship
Word count: 2.9k
Summary: Yoongi's tired of his job and terrified of making a change.
Content: no warnings! Just fluffy stuff
A/N: firstly, 'gardening leave' is what happens when, rather than working your notice period, the company pays you NOT to work. Secondly, AHHHH Kintsugi couple is back again. This is truly a drop in the ocean of what I've thought about for them lmao but as someone asked the other day about their future, here is a small glimpse into it!
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You heard the door open and close and then Yoongi was immediately curling himself up in your lap.
âYouâre late today, baby.â
âI know,â he mumbled, speaking into the fluff of your jumper. âI hate my job.â
You kissed the top of his head. This was not the first time heâd said that. Not even close. He had been saying it more and more frequently over the past few months and you werenât quite sure what to do about it.
âI made dinner; do you want me to get you some?â
He shook his head again and you stroked his hair as you wondered what might help. A cat climbed up into his lap and you thought that might work but Yoongi barely noticed her.
âI could run you a bath? Do you want a bath?â
There was a secondâs hesitation and then he nodded and sighed.
âThat sounds nice.â
âOk, Iâll run you a bath.â
And you moved, to get up, to go and start the task at hand but Yoongi gripped you tighter, a quiet noise of protest leaving his mouth.
âYou know I have to get up if you want that bath.â
âFive more minutes.â
So you sat for five more minutes: you stroking Yoongiâs hair, he stroking the cat, and then he did, as promised, let you get up.
*
âOk, bath is ready.â
You had done your best: the nicest bubble bath, candles, quiet classical music on in the background (because studies have shown it helps to reduce stress). Yoongi stripped and stepped into the hot water with a hiss; it was probably too hot, but you knew that was how he liked it. As hot as hell. Even hotter.
He sank into the water with a groan and you kissed his forehead before turning to leave. Your exit was stopped by your hand in his, which he would not drop. You turned to him.
âYou come here,â he said, pointing to the bath.
âMe, too?â
He nodded, so you stripped as he had only a minute earlier and tentatively, slowly, and carefully lowered yourself into hellâs hot spring. You grimaced but eventually were able to settle, leaning back against Yoongiâs chest, tucking your face into his neck. He kissed your shoulder, once, and then again, and then made his way to your neck and your cheek.
âWould you still love me if I quit my job?â
âYes,â you answered instantly.
âWhat if I had no job?â
âIâd still love you.â
âWhat if I were poor?â
âStill then, too.â
âWhat if I never got another job ever again?â
âI can support us.â
Yoongi snorted, softly and not unkindly.
âNot here.â
âNo,â you conceded. âNot here, but I make more than I did before I moved in and I was supporting myself pretty decently. We could live ok together on just my salary. Weâd eat.â
Yoongiâs arms grew tighter around you and he nuzzled his nose into your hair.
âI love you,â he murmured into it.
âI love you, too, baby.â
âIâd never make you do that, you know.â
âI know. But I could. I would.â
He kissed your cheek.
âDo you want to quit your job?â you asked after a few momentsâ silence.
Yoongi let the question hang and you didnât push the issue. You knew heâd been struggling recently. That work wasnât what it used to be. That he got no satisfaction from it. You saw him lie in bed and stare at the ceiling every morning before he absolutely had to get up. You saw him crawl home at night â never early, never on time, always late â and fall asleep on the sofa. You noticed how much less frequently he was doing the things he liked to. You noticed he wasnât eating so much. You worried about it, but you didnât know how to help. Because you felt sure that what he needed was to quit and you werenât sure if he could.
That job had been his lifeline. His everything. It had been his way out. It had made him. He didnât know what to do without it. Didnât know how he would survive â except that, of course, he did know. He knew he would be fine. More than fine. He was smart and sensible and had a financial advisor who was worth every one of the many, many pennies he cost. If he were really smart about it, he probably could never work again.
But he still didnât know how he would quit his job. His whole life he had dreamt of it. His whole life worked towards it. He was good at it. Great, even. He was well-respected. He was successful. He didnât know what he would do if he failed. He didnât know if quitting was failure. He saw his teenage self, his lost, lonely 18-year-old self arriving in Seoul for the first time with nothing but a rucksack and a heart full of terror and he saw that self curse at him for even considering handing in his notice.
It made him feel ungrateful. It made him feel arrogant. It made him look at his colleagues with something closer to contempt than it had ever been. Made him look at himself that way, too.
His therapist, Joan, the one he liked, the Australian in her mid-fifties who had studied abroad in Korea, met a man, and then lived here ever since, had asked him to talk to you about it. About quitting. Because you were part of his fear, too. What would you think if he quit? What if he couldnât get another job? What if he lost all his money? Would you still respect him for being a quitter? Would you still want him if he couldnât provide? How would you ever be able to marry and have children with him if he couldnât support you?
He squeezed you tighter and kissed you, reminding himself that you were there. Reminding himself of the person you were. Because he knew you wouldnât leave. He knew you would love him. He really did know it, but there was doubt deep in his heart that wouldnât leave him.
You had let Yoongi lead the conversation on his job because you didnât want to say the wrong thing. It felt too big, too significant to dare risk putting your foot in it. But then, you usually did just that; you would usually say anything, everything, to Yoongi. This felt like an exception because it went so far back into his past and so far down into the depths of his soul.
Maybe that actually made it all the more important that you dragged it to light.
âOk,â you said, sitting up a little and twisting to look at him. âWhat would you do if you quit?â
He shrugged.
âWould it make you feel more confident about quitting if you had a plan?â
Yoongi shrugged again. Because he did have a plan. Or not so much a plan, but an idea. Something heâd thought about, been thinking about. Something he might want to do. Something that scared the shit out of him. He was still thinking, though; he didnât know if he was ready to tell you.
âWell, if you want to try to make a plan, you know Iâm here. And if you donât want a plan, thatâs ok, too. I want whatever you want, remember?â
You leant forward and kissed him lightly, twice, and then a third time because you just couldnât help yourself.
âIâm on your side, baby,â you whispered, lips still close to his. âIâm always on your side.â
*
You lay next to Yoongi, later that night, bath water cooled, bodies dried, bed-ready. You were thinking about the day Yoongi might quit his jobâwhat you could do for him, what he might want, how he might feel. He interrupted your thoughts.
âI might want to be a counsellor.â
You waited a second to absorb it, to bring your mind back around. It seemed obvious, now he had said it. Of course. Of course, that was what he would be. What he would do. How perfect for him.
âA counsellor? I think youâd be an amazing counsellor.â
âYou do?â
You pushed yourself up so you could look at him, even though you could barely see a thing in the darkness. You used your hand to guide you, resting it against his cheek, fingers gently brushing hair from his brow.
âYeah, I do. I think thatâs a great idea.â
He hummed and you felt him nod.
âHow would you do it? How do you qualify for that?â
There was the rub. That was the other reason he hadnât wanted to say it. Because it would take years. He could do an accelerated course, so heâd qualify in two rather than four, but he didnât know how long after that it would take him to make money, to be stable, secure.
The thing was that he wanted to marry you. Had been thinking about it. Had been trying to not want to quit his job so that he could just do it, ask you already. He wanted to marry you and stay happily in his job for the rest of his life so he could provide for you and however many kids you might or might not have; he wanted to ensure that they would be safe and secure, that you would be safe and secure. He could do that if he stayed in his job. He didnât know if he could do it if he didnât. And he didnât want to propose to you under false pretences; didnât want to propose while he earnt good money and then quit, then earn next to nothing, trap you into life with him when he didnât know what he could give you.
That was why he hadnât quit yet. That was the excuse he was giving himself. That was what Joan had really wanted Yoongi to talk to you about. Because when she had asked how you would feel if you knew these were Yoongiâs concerns, he answered. He knew the answers already. Joan thought hearing them from the horseâs mouth might help. She was probably right.
But he still didnât want to ask you because he was scared of asking. Scared of raising the topic of marriage in case you didnât want it.
That was why he couldnât quit his job.
âIt would take a couple of years,â he answered eventually. âIâd have to go back to university. To qualify. Not sure how long it would take after that to get established, to make good money.â
âYou donât have to make good money. I told you: I can support us.â
âAnd I told you I would never make you do that.â
There was an edge to his voice, an anger you knew wasnât really directed at you. You let this one slide because you knew that even talking about quitting his job, doing something else, was hard enough for him.
âI have passive income,â he continued, voice softer, âand savings. It wonât be on you.â
âI donât want you to use your savings, though.â
âThatâs what theyâre for.â
âYou shouldnât use them up if you donât have to. I said Iâm on your side and that means weâre a team, ok? Be a team with me. Let me help. I let you help me by not paying rent here, donât I? Let me help you not use your savings.â
Because that was how you got through to him. You reminded him that you were in this together, that this was supposed to be about giving and taking, not just him giving and giving and giving. You wanted to give, too, and Yoongi liked giving you what you wanted.
âWell itâs not like itâs happening anyway,â he said. âDoesnât matter.â
âIt does matter. I really think you should do this. It sounds so good. It would be so exciting.â
Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to make out the features of his face, allowing you to dip your head and kiss him.
âI know you hate your job, baby, and I want you to be happy. You deserve it. You deserve the opportunity to find out if thereâs something else out there you can do. I think you can do it. And Iâm always, always going to be here for you, no matter what happens. Promise.â
*
It didnât come up again for a while and you didnât raise it, leaving the ball in Yoongiâs court. Besides, he had seemed lighter since your conversationâlike even discussing the possibility of something else was enough to lighten the load a little. You did your own research, looking at schools and trying to find out what heâd need and when, but you werenât sure how much research heâd done, whether he knew what course he wanted to apply for, whether heâd applied for it already.
You decided to give him another couple of weeks. There would still be time after that for the application deadlines youâd seen (if they were even the right ones). It would give him a little more time to bring it up again. And if he didnât, you would.
*
You leant heavily on the door handle as you opened it, tired from work, hungry, so, so ready for the weekend: a weekend in which you would lie down a lot and do little else, you hoped. You kicked your shoes off and two cats came skittering towards you. Then human feet appeared behind them and you looked up in shock.
âBaby!â
You leapt into Yoongiâs arms with a little too much force and he staggered back, laughing, holding you tight. He span you around in the air just once and you tottered on your feet when he placed you back down.
âYouâre here! Youâre- youâre early!â
He grinned and nodded.
âYes and Iâm making dinner.â
You kissed him hungrily, fingers tightly wound in his hair.
It had been so long since Yoongi had beaten you home from work that you couldnât even remember the last time. Even longer still had it been since youâd seen Yoongi this happy on a work day.
You both walked to the kitchen and Yoongi poured you some wine. You hopped up on a bar stool and refused to let him go back to cooking; you wrapped your legs and arms around him and kissed him, relieved and excited and so damn happy to have him there, then, at that moment.
There was a twinkle in his eye when he pulled back from you and it sent a spark down your spine, woke the butterflies in your stomach.
âI quit my job.â
You gasped, your mouth open wide.
âNo way!â
He nodded. You squealed with laughter, pulling him close, holding him tight, then letting him go to pepper kisses all over his face.
âYou quit!â
He looked happy about it, sparkling, glowing, radiant even. He grinned at you until it faltered, a second of doubt passing over his face like a cloud.
âI should have told you,â he said, brow creasing. âWe should have discussed it-â
You knew, though you couldnât see them under his hair, that the tips of his ears were going red. You kissed him, cut him off mid-word.
âI like surprises,â you told him. âAnd Iâm so happy for you.â
You brought your lips to his again, hoping to kiss him for long enough for his doubt to fade and pure joy to return.
âDoes this mean youâll be home on time now?â
He nodded.
âIâm enforcing working hours,â he told you, ânot working whatever hours they ask.â
âCan you do that?â
âWhat are they going to do, fire me? I already quit. And if they want to put me on gardening leave, even better.â
He shrugged with a cavalier smirk.
He may have looked confident, but Yoongiâs heart was hammering in his chest, had been all day. He wondered when it would give out from the stress. Heâd blocked out his entire morning for an âurgent, top priorityâ problem: he sat in his office for three hours trying to get it together so he could go to his boss and hand in his notice. He hadnât told anyone he was going to do it. He couldnât take the pressure of anyone else knowing, though now, in hindsight, he wished he had told you (even if you did love surprises and even if he did love the glee on your face when heâd told you). Somehow, even after all this time, he was still not used to the fact that he didnât have to do everything on his own. That he shouldnât be doing things on his own. That he preferred doing them with you.
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours, his heart now hammering and fit to burst, pressing against his ribs as if it could break them. He was terrified. There was a pit of anxiety in his gut that felt endless, that made him unsure if he would be able to eat the dinner he was halfway through cooking. But he had you. In his life, in his heart, in his hands, on a stool in the kitchen of the apartment where you both lived. You knew he could do it. He wouldnât let you be wrong.
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(Donât) Face Your Fears: Part 2
Yandere Merfolk Straw Hats x GN!Reader
1.8k words
Part 1
This is the second part to that merfolk story I wrote before that I retroactively added a name to once I realized it wasnât just going to be a one off.
Despite several members of his crew wanting to come with him, the river cutting through your island consisting of freshwater meant that only Luffy could go. Sure, Franky did build what was essentially a mobile saltwater pool that Luffy could use to bring some of them along, but he didnât have it nearby and Luffy wasnât willing to wait.
He wanted to see you again, and he wanted to do so now.
Being a bull shark had many perks, and he was currently using two of them. One being the coveted ability to swim in both fresh and saltwater, and the other being an impeccable sense of smell. It was best in water, but this island was so small that he could easily follow your trail. An awfully long trail, he noted. You are quite the runner! Usopp would have some stiff competition if you were merfolk, too.
Your unique scent came to a head, bringing Luffy to a halt. Pulling himself up onto the river bank, he sniffed the air to confirm that you were nearby. Somewhere in the house not far from where he is to be exact. A sharp grin spread across his face. He was right! You do live near the river! This will make getting ahold of you much easier.
Before he could pull himself fully out of the river, someone exited the house. Not just any person, but you. Luffy quietly slipped his upper body back into the river, leaving only his head poking out of the water.
Your footsteps drew closer, stopping slightly upstream from where he was. Once there, you dropped onto the ground and buried your face in your hands. Luffy watched curiously as you groaned loudly and scowled at the river when you pulled your hands away from your face. Is this a human thing? Heâs intrigued and inches closer. Humans have awful night vision, he isnât concerned about being noticed before he wants to be.
âI canât believe this. Months of work wasted because I just had to run into merfolk during my first trip into the ocean,â you muttered under your breath. âWhat kind of stupid bad luck is that?â
Bad luck? You meeting and coming to their rescue was good luck! Great luck even! Luffy frowned at what you said. He knows he startled you earlier, but he thought it was just because you were surprised to see a merman up close.
Did you just⊠not like merfolk?
Why not? He can guess that he was the first merman to ever be so close to you. How could you come to dislike people youâve never really gotten to know? That doesnât make any sense. If you were willing to help people despite your obvious discomfort, then surely you couldnât be a hateful person.
An idea suddenly clicks in his head. Other humans must be telling you awful things about them!
Nodding with resolve, Luffy swam even closer. When he was right in front of you, he launched himself out of the water and wrapped his arms around you. You immediately tried to scream, but he was prepared for you to do that after your last interaction and slapped a hand over your mouth.
You kicked and thrashed in his arms, and it only increased as he began pulling you into the water with him. Youâre definitely not weak, heâll give you that, but you arenât stronger than him either.Â
By the time he settles back into the water, youâre hysteric. Youâre still trying to scream for help even with his hand in the way, and he can feel hot tears streaming down onto him. That makes him feel a little bad about what heâs doing. He doesnât want to upset you, he just wants to show you that merfolk arenât anything to be scared of.
âCalm down, Iâm not going to hurt you!â If you heard him, you made no indication that you did. You were still fighting him hard and digging your puny human claws into his arm. What were these people telling you that had you acting this terrified?!Â
Luffy became distracted as he picked up on more scents and heard doors being opened. It would seem that his hand wasnât keeping you as quiet as heâd hoped, especially not with how much you were splashing in the water. Looks like you two are going to have to leave.
Pushing off, he hastily makes his way down the river and towards the ocean. You probably wouldnât listen if he told you to hold your breath, so he settled for swimming with you balanced on top of his chest. This was easier said than done. Between swimming upside down and your squirming, he wound up dropping you into the water.
Bizarrely, you went from doing everything to get away from him to desperately reaching your arms out to his figure and holding on for dear life. Luffy pulled you back up onto him, patting your back as you hacked up the water youâd inhaled. Much to his relief, this experience seemed to have settled you down somewhat.
You didnât look happy by any means, but you werenât fighting against him anymore, so he considered this a victory. Seeing that there wasnât anyone around, Luffy decided to try talking to you again, âHi! Iâm Luffy!â
âPlease donât drown me!â You sobbed, âIâm sorry for whatever I did to make you mad, please donât kill me!â
Drown you? Kill you??? Luffy is completely bewildered by your pleas. Sure, he did drop you just now, but that was an accident! âWhoa there, no one is going to kill you! Iâm sorry I dropped you, I didnât mean to.â
âThen what do you want from me? Please just let me go, I promise I wonât tell anyone about this!âÂ
Whatâs got you so damn freaked out? He doesnât get it. How dangerous are the people around here that youâre so horrified by him? Does every new person you come across try to harm you? That must be the case.Â
âI wanted to see you again! Also, I want you to join my crew! You seem really nice, so I think youâll fit in great,â Luffy beamed at you, not paying attention to how you recoiled from his teeth.
âJoin your crew?! Are you insane?! Iâm not one of you!â You spat out incredulously.
âWhatâs that got to do with anything? We donât mind tugging you around in a boat,â Luffy didnât really get why you were being so argumentative about this. He already told you that heâs not going to hurt you, whatâs the hold up? These other humans must really have you brainwashed. Good thing heâs here to save you from them!
âI donât want to be pulled around on a boat in the middle of the ocean, I want to go home!â You shrieked while frantically peering around to check your surroundings.
Much to Luffyâs relief, heâd finally made it out of the river and into the ocean. Once heâs gotten you away from this awful island, heâs sure youâll calm down and be more willing to listen. Youâll love all the other crew members after you get to know them, he just knows it! You wonât even want to go back to this pathetic island after theyâve made friends with you.
âYouâre back already? Could you not- Youâve got to be kidding!â Sanji surfaced and swam straight at you two. âYou really thought it was a good idea to drag them out here just like that?â
You cringed away from the new shark and looked like you were about to faint. Luffy couldnât help but puff out his chest in pride as you clung onto him, obviously a part of you recognized that he could protect you.Â
âI had to! Other humans showed up, and I couldnât just leave them all alone there!â Luffy nuzzled his face into your hair, choosing to ignore the way you shuddered from the contact. Youâre probably just a little cold.
âThatâs bullshit! No one came out until after you dragged me in!â
Sanjiâs eyes narrowed at Luffy, âThis is why we didnât want you to go alone, you have no tact!â
âLike you would have done any better! You wouldâve just creeped them out if youâd gone,â Nami jabbed. Sanji sulked away, not even attempting to plead his case. Nami, on the other hand, swam closer to you, eyeing you up curiously. She reached out to experimentally tug on your wet clothing, not paying any mind to how uncomfortable you looked.
Chopper was the next to appear. You were definitely surprised by his appearance, but seemed more confused than scared by him. The doctor went right up to you, visibly concerned, âLuffy! You canât just drag a human into the water like this! Itâs cold enough that they could get hypothermia if we donât get them someplace dry soon!â
You latched onto this immediately, âY-Yeah, you should take me back to shore before I get sick!â
âDonât worry, I got this covered!â Franky pulled a self made boat over, âItâs not much yet, but Iâve got biiiig plans for this thing.â The boat in question looked like a small house boat. There werenât any doors on it, just an open three walled structure for shelter.Â
âOooh, good thinking, Franky!â Luffy happily approached the boat and heaved you onto it. The second you were out of his arms, you scrambled into the walled off part of it. You stared at them with wide eyes with your back pressed up against one of the walls.
More of his crew appeared, wanting to get a good look at you now that you werenât actively running away from them. With each head that popped out of the water, you curled in on yourself more and more.
âAre you sure this is a good idea? What if other humans come after us to get them back? Donât we have enough enemies already?â Usopp was hanging back, still skittish about this whole idea.
âOf course it is! Theyâre our friend now, so weâll protect them!â Luffy pulled himself up onto the boat while you shrank back even farther. He turns to face you, grinning even wider than he already was, âDonât worry about all those awful humans on that island, we wonât let them hurt you!â
âWhat are you talking about? Everyone there is-â
âVery dangerous and spreading lies about what merfolk are like! You donât need to say anything, I already figured it out,â Luffy nodded proudly.
âYou didnât figure shit out, you maniac!âÂ
No one listened to you, and there was a chorus of groans from the merfolk. This was hardly anything new to them, humans always assumed the worst of them.Â
Admittedly, Luffy didnât have a long term plan for what to do with you yet, but heâs already made it this far without ever making any plans. Everything will fall into place soon enough, and youâll learn to be grateful for his extremely considerate rescue.
#one piece#yandere one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece x y/n#monkey d luffy#luffy#nami#cat burglar nami#sanji#black leg sanji#cyborg franky#franky the cyborg#tony tony chopper#usopp#yandere#platonic yandere#merfolk au
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Schoolboy Crush
Part 1 / Part 2
Pairing: Ghost x fem!reader
Summary: Ghost is simping hard for the reader!
a/n: I don't know if this will be a two-part series because I'm terrified I'll lose the idea I have for it. Also, I imagine him wearing the same tank top from @felrija's drawing (That I love so much more than anything)
C/W: inappropriate thoughts
Word Count: 406
***
His stomach suddenly twisted in fear. The wave of emotion took him away from what was supposed to be a happy moment as he came to the realization:
Sheâd taken over his mind and heâd let it happen without a fight.
Every second of his was dedicated to thinking of her and everything that made her her.
Her beautiful toothy smile, her sparkling eyes, flowing hair framing her face, her contagious laughter that he dreaded hearing as it would almost cost him his bearing beneath the mask.
He so badly craved her touch. Even when he was occupied with work his mind would wander to her and when he would see her again.
When he was left to his own devices his imagination would get the better of him.
Heâd imagine his hands running over her body. Her skin like silk as he tries to concoct what each curve would feel like under his touch. In real time, his desire would pool inside him like a violent ocean leaving his own skin too hot to bare.
The moments they were actually together never felt long enough for him. Minutes or hours would pass in merely seconds and heâd be left craving her once more.
***
He lied with his back against the couch in Soapâs apartment lightly tapping the sharp tip of his combat knife while his mind raced.
A million words flying through it per second, questioning everything, doubting himself and what he felt. Overwhelming him to the point where his thoughts suddenly went blank.Â
Silence.
The world being tuned out so he could listen closely to the inside of his mind.Â
Was this love? Or just a schoolboy crush heâd let go too far?
Heâd never made an attempt to let her know how he felt, just leaving it at occasional glances heâd steal of her. Little doses of her that he needed to go about his day.
Heâd ask himself if he was afraid of being absorbed by her just to find out in the end that she didnât feel the same.
âOi! Ghost!âÂ
Ghost blinked slowly as he came back to reality hearing his comrade call his name.
âWhit are ye thinkinâ sae hard aboot?â Soap calls from the kitchen. âFolk are oan the wey anâ yeâr buckinâ holes in ma waâ!â
 âSoap, speak fucking english,â Ghost grumbles.
âStop burninâ holes in ma wall witâ yeâr eyes and come anâ lend a hand!â
#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#ghost x reader#cod imagine#cod fanfic#myfic
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heâsâŠwhat? II
pairing ; jealous! ao'nung x f!sully! reader
taggings ; đȘœâïž
summary; you bring ao'nung back to the forest you grew up in, but he's not exactly getting the hang of things.
notes; this was a request but i lost it.. (you know who you are) i literally kicked my feet and giggled when i saw it. in response, of course you can have a part two! hope this is up to par with what you wanted <3
3k words - part one
after you had finally been reunited with your best friend of many years, you two spent a lot of time together. much to aoânungs dismay.
you and txÀol had daily ikran rides, went hunting, attended clan gatherings, and explored the forest together. you two had done these things for countless years when you had been younger. however, a more than jealous metkayina had began tagging along from afar.
the point that txĂ€ol wasnât interested in you had finally gotten across his mind, but he still didnât like the fact you had spent all of your time with this boy when you could be hanging out with him.
he was new to the forest and had no clue what he was doing. he tripped over everything, ran from everything, and got mad at everything. all he wanted was his sweet mate to show him around and spend time with him. instead of him, you spent time with your best friend.
aoânung understood why you were spending time with him, he had been there for you way longer than teal naâvi himself had. but that didnât mean it made him any less upset.
he would randomly appear at your side, tugging on your arm or tail to ask you to go do something with him instead. you tried to dismiss him and get him to hang out with txÀol but he always shut down the idea. that was until you had had enough of him messing around.
you had brought the metkayina and omatikaya boys together in a small area within the forest and began ordering them around.
âi donât want to hear from either of you until you get it together, get along, and become friends someway, anyway!â
txĂ€ol didnât mind getting to know your mate, in fact he wanted to! but to aoânung, this was a punch in the gut. get along? with your boy best friend you spend every second with? heâd rather fend off an akula by himself.
for you, he stayed. he stayed standing in the same space after you left, not attempting to make any moves towards talking with txĂ€ol. eventually, he had thought of one thing heâd like to say.
âyou need to-â
âif you ever raise a finger towards her or even speak to loud, so help me eywa, i will skin you like the fish you are.â
wow.
aoânung backed up after that.
txÀol was dead serious.
they didnât end up bonding that day.
. . .
â(y/n) why donât you come back with me to the reef! thereâs too many trees here- itâs so hot! and those viperwolf things are terrifying! come on- you like the ocean!â
clearly, your mate wasnât adapting like you had. it finally clicked in your brain that you and your family had been mentored by the natives of the reef, aoânung was the only metkayina here and you werenât teaching him anything.
that had to change.
you started by simply introducing the sea naâvi to the forest. you would tell aoânung about different plants and animals that surrounded your childhood home and help him become more accustomed to them.
it started by simply showing him random vegetation such as loreyu, and telling him he needed to feel the forest inside of him just as he felt the ocean. eventually you moved forward, introducing him to a kxaylkxa. they were pretty docile animals and your mate didnât seem to mind them, aside from the comments about how stupid they looked.
âthis is seriously an animal-? this thing isnât just fake-?â aoânung commented as he tapped the animals head.
âbe nice! she is beautiful, you are just mean.â
âcome on (y/n) where are the cool animals-! these things just walk around all day, whereâs the interesting th- HOLY SHIT.â
your mother was once named palulukan makto, given she rode a palulukan during one of the earlier battles against humans, before you were born. unfortunately, this creature died, but she left behind a baby of her own, who had now grown to adulthood with a keen liking to the sullyâs.
âoh him-? heâs just a big baby.â you replied as you gave the palulukan a few pats to the head.
your mate wasnât moving. either he was too scared to move and startle the, what he would call, beast, or he physically could not.
eventually, the palulukan went on his way, leaving two naâvi behind, one absolutely terrified and one rethinking her choice of bringing her scaredy cat mate home with her.
â(y/n)- iâm seriously starting to think the forest just isnât for me. eywa knows i was meant to be in the sea for as long as i live.â
âoh come on- donât talk like that! youâll get used to it!â
âi seriously doubt it?? i mean- like look at these! stupid floaty things!â he said as he swatted away some sort of white jellyfish looking things.
âwel- aoânung! no, no, no, kehe! stop that!â
you grabbed his hands and held them down at his sides, preventing him from hitting anymore as you admired the scene you saw before you.
âokay whatâs ha-â
âatokirina!â
you watched as the seeds slowly surrounded aoânung even though he looked like he was one touch away from throwing a fit. you recalled this scene from somewhere in your memories.
your mother told stories, stories of her and your father. when your dad had arrived from the sky people he was about to be killed by your mother before he was surrounded in atokirina, a sign from eywa.
âeywa speaks!â you yipped.
after getting your mate used to the forest and all it has to offer, it was time you started actually training him. he had been around for a few weeks and still couldnât climb a tree.
given his body physically isnât built to climb, you took it easy on him for a while, but if you could learn how to swim, he could learn how to climb.
it took hours out of your days but you still helped him learn. ewya knows no one else wouldâve done it. besides, you did love him after all.
you had climbed up a pretty easy to climb tree and got to the midpoint within a few seconds before you paused and looked down, waiting for aoânung to follow.
âcome on! just put your feet on a branch and go up!â
âwhat..â
you werenât the best teacher. it seemed like such common sense to you, you couldnât fathom that a naâvi wouldnât actually be able to climb. you hopped down from your spot perched on a branch and placed your hands on your mate to guide him along.
âlike this- you place your first foot here, the the second higher.â
navi were only blue right? yeah well this one was red.
after doing your best to adapt him to climbing (he climbed up and down a tree in only 2 hours 26 minutes), you switched gears to hunting!
you stood behind aoânung adjusting his arms ever so carefully as he held a bow and arrow in his four fingered hands.
âclose your left eye, focus on your target.â
after you were happy with the position of his hands and arms you let go and instructed him to release. it wasnât even a full second after he fired that you yipped and ducked while pulling the metkayina down with you as the arrow ricocheted the target and came launching back at you two.
âoops..â
so maybe hunting wasnât his strong suit, next down on the list was bonding with a paâli. they werenât hostile animals and should be pretty easy to make tsaheylu with! aoânung had bonded with an ilu so what was really the difference?
âok, now gently mount him. slowly.â
you assisted him a tad and got him on the back of the horse-like animal, before instructing him on how to make tsaheylu without getting thrown off like your father first had when he learned your peopleâs way.
âwhen you bond, hold on to his neck tightly, but donât choke him. heâll want to run and you must stay on his back. just like an ilu!â
the clarification of it being as easy as ilu taming gave aoânung little comfort. the metkayina tame their companions as babies, and the bonds arenât as strict as forest animals.
âjust like an ilu..yeah..â
you held the paâlis kuru steady as aoânung brought his own down and the nerves intertwined. the animals pupils dilated and he quickly took off, pushing you behind. you tripped on a tree root sticking out but you were okay.
your mate, only seeing you fall to the ground after the animal he was riding kicked into you, was set off and his focus was instantly switched from the paâli to you. he turned his body around to look at you and in turn fell off the back of his current lesson.
â(y/n)!â
âaoânung you skxwang! you had it-!â
he got up and jogged to your side, helping you up as his paâli ran around in circles before coming back and huffing.
âwas worried about you- can you blame me?â
you slapped the back of his neck and yipped for the animal to calm down.
âi was fine. itâs just a little dirt. letâs try that again, yeah?â
after a few times (a lot of times) trying to keep aoânung from falling off the paâli he was finally able to ride the horse around in a small part of the forest.
over the next few weeks, you had one on one lessons with him teaching him all the things he needed to know to be successful in the forest. plants he needed to stay away from, herbs with medicinal properties, animals he probably shouldnât approach, how to properly fire an arrow, climbing, and some traditional omatikayan weaving.
as much as he sucked in the beginning, he was a quick learner and managed to adapt in around the time it took you and your siblings too when you entered the sea.
if not now, it was never.
âaoânung! time for you to get your ikran- come on!â
the majority of his training was all for this small purpose, tame an ikran and try not to die. naturally you hid this fact from him, given he wouldnât even step a foot next to your ikran. however, whether he liked it or not, if he was going to learn your ways he had to complete this part of the forests rite of passage.
âyeah uh- what?â
âyour ikran! your ready, come with me and iâll take you to the mountains!â
â(y/n), my mate, my lover, my everything, respectfully, fuck no.â
âyouâre going aoânung te lepay tonowariâitan.â
âoh.â
after dragging a whining teen naâvi up the hallelujah mountains into ikran ridden territory, he looked like he was ready!
âsee, they arenât that bad! and taming them doesnât even kill a lot of naâviâ
âwell that sounds go- NAâVI DIE HERE??â
âwell yeah obviously, itâs a rite of passage for a reason.â
âeywa please help me.â
âalright! letâs do this!â
you were putting on a cheerful facade to try and make aoânung more comfortable but you obviously knew the risks. your brother loâak had broken a leg when he had first tried taming his ikran, and some naâvi had met worst fates.
you handed your mate a saddle meant for ikran as well as some rope. itâs easier to tame one once your tie their mouth shut, slide on the saddle, mount, and bond. you had explained how some of this worked before when you told the story of when you first got your own ikran, seyĂ€, who was watching from afar.
âwhen he chooses you, tie his mouth shut with this as you put on the saddle.â
âchooses me?â
âwhen an ikran locks eyes with you and screeches, it means he has chosen you.â
âyeah, chosen me to kill.â
you slapped the back of his neck before continuing.
âtechnically yes- but stop with all that! you are ready and you will do just fine. naâvi younger than you do this all the time.â
aoânung sighed and looked as if he had accepted his death. he held onto the rope you gave him and entered the open area where all the ikran could clearly see him. the animals cocked their heads at him and were probably confused seeing a metkayina here.
one certain ikran, a teal male with some darker blue stripes, took an interest in him and grunted, before releasing a hellish scream. off on the side, you giggled at the ikran that had chosen him, they had the same coloring!
âalright thanâŠyou and me.â
aoânung lunged first, aiming for the ikrans jaw to latch it shut. the animal played defense and offense at the same time and launched the naâvi back on the rocks using his nose. aoânung got up and was clearly not happy. he had a cut on his elbow he quickly examined before turning and hissing at the monster.
you observed from the side and debated with yourself. if he couldnât pull it off should you save him? naâvi are supposed to be left alone during this process. when your brother had gotten injured during his ikran taming your father didnât even want him going back, which caused an argument with your mother. âthis is our wayâ is what she would say. sure itâs your way, but your way is also love and protection. what kind of mate would you be if you sat here and watched your partner die?
you didnât have any more time to ponder on the thought because aoânung fought back and had wrapped the rope around the throat of the ikran, sliding it up its neck to get to the mouth. he was tossed around by the flailing of the animals neck, but he held on and slipped the rope around its jaws, tying it off. the creature could no longer nip or bite, leaving its offense limited. the metkayina slid the saddle on and jumped on the back of the ikran as it shook and flapped its wings to kick him off. as aoânung finally grabbed its kuru, the beast ran towards the edge of the floating mountains and dived off.
âaoânung!â
you ran to the edge and looked down to try and find where they were, praying you didnât see the ikran come back up alone.
âoh my eywa, oh my eywa, i killed my mate- i killed him-!â
just as you were about to call your own ikran over and dive down looking for him while planning your own funeral in your head, the teal ikran shot back up, this time, with a naâvi of the same color on its back.
â(y/n)! i did it-!â
âoh my e- thank you great mother- get down here! now!â
aoânung tried his best to steer his new ikran back towards the mountains and eventually made it, being greeted with the most breathe-sucking hug from you.
âyour hurt- come! we have to go to the tsahĂk.â
âwha- tsahĂk-? i donât know- i think iâm fi-â
ânow!â
your mate didnât have the best ideas about meeting another clans tsahĂk given how his own mother reacted to the sullyâs appearing on her beaches.
what he really wasnât prepared for, was that tsahĂk being your grandmother.
moâat spread healing pastes around the wound and wrapped a large leaf around the bend of aoânungs elbow, almost creating some sort of cast, and sent him on his way.
âyouâll be fine boy, just donât bend your elbow to much.â
âthank you mormor!â
âyeah, th- MORMOR?? SHES YOUR GRANDMOTHER?â
âyes? i forgot to mention? my mistake!â
the metkayina turned pink and turned to the tsahĂk, your grandmother, before thanking her profusely and apologizing if he was rude in any way.
you giggled but contained it to yourself. you knew you didnât tell him, but it made for a funny interaction.
âyes yes, all is well, just go. out of the tent.â
âYES MAâAM.â
âand (y/n)? i hope to see you at the clan gathering tonight.â
aoânung couldâve broken his other elbow by how fast he made his way out of the healing tent. he waited as far as he could until you came out before rushing over to you and blaming you for not warning him.
â(y/nnnn)!! you didnât tell me! that was so embarrassing- she probably hates me now!â
âyour so dramatic!â
later that day the teen naâvi was caught on his ikran trying to get him to fly back to the reef. (his ikran refused.)
later that night, your clan had a festival. the welcoming back of the former olo'eyktan and toruk makto, 3 tskarems, and the entire sully family, as well as a farewell to the humans.
during all your time home, you had been teaching aoânung the way of the hunt, and how to succeed in the clan, but not your cultural values.
the omatikayans dance, songs, weaving, and food was all new to him, and he was quickly exposed to it as you brought him to the celebration.
everything was different than how things happened at the reef, but it wasnât a bad kind of different.
aoânung watched as you danced with your friends, txĂ€ol included, and you smiled, laughed, and sung along to whatever cultural song the singers had chosen to sing that night.
you were happy with the metkayina but it was nothing like this, being reunited with your childhood friends and the rest of your people.
aoânung, as your mate, picked up on this. he saw your emotions and there was a chance he even felt them himself.
this was your home, and maybe it could be his too.
#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar fanfiction#aoânung#avatar x you#aoânung x female reader#aoânung x you#aoânung x sully!reader#aonung x reader
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haunted house worker!au - non idol!au genre: super fluffy
synopsis -> You enjoy horror, anything that is scary and can make your friends scream is your favourite thing to do. So what happens when you go to a haunted house with your friends, and instead of laughs, you score a date instead?
author's note: I just had to post smt for Halloween, so here it is! Hope you guys enjoy, and please interact so I know you guys like it. Thank you!
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You loved the sound of screams. Maybe that's why your're a horror movie addict.
Which is why you were at the nearby haunted house, only to see your friends scream and run away in horror while they held on to you like their life depended on it.
In some sadistic way, it amused you.
You've heard a lot about the haunted house you're in, that's famous for being, "really scary," and that even horror enthusiasts are bound to be a bit frightened.
So here you were, ready to see if the claim was true.
You actually came here on your own free will, and somehow you managed to convince your friends to come with you too. Or, your friends somehow managed to convince themselves to come with you.
You were talking to them at school, your best friends, Yunjin and Sakura with you, as you said the words, "I think I'm going to go to the haunted house, you known, the one near the park."
"Oh, I'll come with you too then." Yunjin said, her face beaming.
Well, isn't that suspicious. Yunjin would rather mop the ocean than sit and watch a horror movie for one minute. She was the type of person to dress up as a hot princess on Halloween instead of something scary, saying that there was something about blondes in green that terrified her.
You stared at her for a second. "Why?"
"What do you mean, why? I love scary stuff."
Sakura choked on her soda, as you raised your eyebrows at Yunjin. "Really?"
You narrowed your eyes, and she sighed, "Okay, I heard that soccer jocks were doing part time there as those workers in costumes."
"Well that sounds more like you. I'm coming if you both are going, I am not going stay at home finishing my biology assignment while you guys flirt with boys." Sakura said.
"Fine." You said, and started walking to your next class, already imagining their reactions at the house.
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"Okay, let's go over some things. If you're scared, I literally don't care, you guys got yourself into this. You can run away or something, but don't expect me to trail after you. And if you're going to flirt with someone, let me know so I don't have to watch it." You lecture your besties, before the three of you head in.
You already payed for your tickets while you waited for them, and when they finally arrived, it did not look like they dressed for the weather.
"I'm so cold, Y/Nnie!" Yunjin whined.
You snorted as you pulled out your phone to record, "It's not myself you wanted to wear a crop top, Jinnie."
The three of you headed in, slowly, as you captured everything that was happening on your phone.
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You're positive that you're now deaf.
It's been ten minutes, and your friends have been constantly screaming for 9. That one silent minute was when they saw the soccer captain in a clown mask and decided that they wanted to keep their dignity.
You were annoyed now. Your ears were ringing, your arms hurt from Sakura clutching it just a little too tight, and it seemed like the walk was never going to end.
But the worst part is that you haven't felt scared, not even once. Actually, you were more than annoyed now, you were in that area where every single thing is ticking you off, pushing you to the edge of the chasm of, "I'm gonna lose it!"
You enter the next room, and head to the doorway when someones taps your shoulder.
You turn around, almost bored, and roll your eyes. In front of you, is a person with a ghost face mask, head tilted to the side, walking closer to you.
Yunjin shrieks, while Sakura runs off, "Every girl for themselves!"
They sprint to the exit, while you stand recording the person.
"What. You're not gonna run away?" A male voice asks. You realise it's ghost face talking.
"Well, you're pretty unoriginal, and I'm too tired to run."
The guy laughs, it's nice laugh. He has a unique sort of accent to it, and you feel like you've heard it before.
He takes off the mask, and you recognize him.
"This is the last place I'd expect to see you, Prez." You said.
He had beautiful brown eyes that made you want to stare forever, and his fluffy brown hair was styled perfectly to suit him. He had the sort of look that gave childish innocence, but you knew how different it was from his personality at school.
He had an air of authoritative around him, no matter where he was, that demanded respect constantly. He was everyone's favourite student council president.
"Please, we're not in school, Y/N. Call me Jungwon like everyone else."
Did I mention that you also had a huge crush on him?
You blushed for no reason, cursing yourself internally, before saying, "Sorry, habit."
Jungwon sighs and takes a seat on a couch that has blood smeared on it, stretching a bit.
"Take a seat, I swear it's fake blood."
You giggle, and take a seat next to him. Jungwon stares at you for a second. "Were you not scared of me?"
"What do you mean?"
"When I was wearing the mask. You looked very unimpressed."
"Oh, that. Yeah, I don't really get scared easily. I was here for fun, but Yunjin and Sakura screaming in my ear the entire time only pissed me off, so-" You rambled, making him chuckle.
"You don't get scared easily?" You shook your head, "Okay then, how about tomorrow, we go somewhere, and I try scare you."
You say it before you can stop yourself. "Like a date?"
"Like a date," Jungwon smiled.
"Let's make this more interesting then," You said suddenly.
"If I end up getting scared, than I'll do whatever you say. But If don't, then I take you on a date."
He pretends like he's thinking about it, than shakes your hand, "Deal."
You both stare at each other seriously, before laughing. You checked the time on your phone and saw that it was getting late.
"I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow?" You say, feeling a bit sad that you had to leave already.
"Yeah, I'll see you. Bye." He said, pouting about. Jungwon put on the mask again, a contrast to the baby-like face you were just talking to.
You walk to the exit, almost bouncing with excitement. Oh, how Yunjin was going to rant about this.
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i hope you guys liked this! i finished it in a day while working on three assignments, i'm so proud of me. i think i might post something else too but idk. -erimasterlist
#enhypen#enhypen imagines#x reader#enhypen ot7#yang jungwon#jungwon#enha fluff#enha#enha x reader#enha imagines#enhypen fluff#fluff
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Just Your Voice...or something
This ficlet is for @stevethehairington's birthday, the best of celebrations to you, Mack!!! I was thinking for some time what you'd like and I was reminded of your small essay about the Little Mermaid. So...have a Little Mermaid Steddie AU.
The sea witch was supposed to be terrifying, that's what everyone kept telling Steve. He'd sell you potions that would destroy your mind. He'd find any loophole to make you do their bidding. He'd cheat, lie, promise the impossible and connect with the spirits of the deepest ocean to enslave anyone and anything.
The thing was...Steve really did need his help.
The second he entered the witch's cavern, he already felt like he made the worst mistake of his life. There was a huge bubbling cauldron, glowing with whatever toxic stuff the witch was brewing, and from the shelves carved in to the cavern walls, tens of tiny creatures were watching, waiting, following his every move.
"Well well well. Prince Steven himself. I should have cleaned."
Steve turned around so quickly his hair created a halo around his head. There the witch was, sitting on the ceiling with their tentacles wrapped around loose rocks, staring down at Steve, turning their head curiously to the side.
"Uh...what are you doing on the ceiling?" Steve asked, returning the questioning glance.
That made the witch chuckle. "Good question. Stretching. Also it gives me a new perspective."
"An upside down-perspective doesn't sound very useful, but whatever makes you happy," Steve shrugged. "Listen, uh...I came here with a request."
"Oh? A request from the prince himself? I will need a right side up perspective for that then." The witch bounced off the cavern ceiling and landed before Steve with almost staggering grace. Only then could he properly see what they - no, he - looked like. Long, flowy hair around his head, dark eyes and a mischievous smile that gave way more credence to the rumors. He too felt inclined to do whatever the witch asked of him. "Hi," the witch stuck his webbed hand forward, "I'm Eddie, the local witch and the perpetrator of every single bad thing that happens around here. Ever had a bad hair day? That was me."
Laughing, Steve took his hand and shook it. It was becoming more and more difficult to remain cautious when the witch was so charming. "Nice to meet you, Eddie. I'm...well, Steve. You alread know that."
"That I do." Eddie moved backwards and crossed his tentacles in a way that Steve often saw humans do with their...not-tentacles. Legs, they called them. "Well then, Steve. What can this measly witch assist you with? Not that I dislike visitors, but I don't get to see too much royalty around here."
Steve shook his head and rolled his eyes. Royalty, sure. As if he was anything special to his father, his only redeeming feature were his looks, the golden scales and a beautiful mane of sun-kissed hair, that was it. "Funny. Uh, look. I need legs. Also to breathe up there." He pointed vaguely upwards to the distant surface.
Eddie blinked. "Uh. Sure, legs. Dare I ask why? A pretty lady or something in the land above?"
The prince snorted. "Yeah, no. Look, it's not like you care, but there's this kid up there, he almost drowned. Name's Dustin, I think, and I...shit, this sounds way more stupid than I usually do, but I want to make sure he's okay. He didn't look too hot when I dragged him to the beach and his mom was going crazy with worry. So...yeah. That's why."
"That..." Eddie opened his mouth, then closed it. "That's so sweet I might barf."
Steve shrugged and pointed towards the cavern entrance. "Be my - well, your guest, but you might want to do it outside. So. Legs. How much for a pair of legs? A temporary one?"
Eddie grinned at him, twirling his tentacles some more. It was almost hypnotizing. "Oh, I don't know. Pretty difficult, those pesky legs. All those toes, ten of them, that's a full day's job. I'd say the price is...your voice."
Ah, there it was. The evil streak everyone was talking about. Steve just closed his eyes and nodded, resigning himself. "Fine. Take it."
He expected pain, maybe. Or something touching his face, at least. What he didn't expect was a loud fit of laughter invading his ears, reverbating through the cavern.
"What?" he asked Eddie, annoyed.
"You..." wheezed Eddie, wiping at his face, even if any and all tears would dissolve in water instantly, "you really thought I was serious? That I'd do some evil crap like that? Ah, man. My reputation has to be way worse than I assumed."
Steve's scowl sent him into another fit of giggles while the prince searched for a reasonable response that didn't include punching the witch. Just a little. "Okay then, so what do you want?" he snapped.
One mighty sweep of tentacles and Eddie was next to him, hand over his soulders. His black scales were smooth and surprisingly pleasant to the touch. "Geez, Stevie, calm down. Contrary to what you might believe, I'm not that bad."
"Yeah?" Scanning the walls of the cavern, he noticed the scared eyes of the tiny creatures around. "Care to tell me if those poor, unfortunate souls moved here voluntarily?"
Eddie just snickered and crooked his finger at one of them, inviting it closer. It wiggled in the water a little before slowly descending into his palm. He touched its forehead with a long finger and muttered an incantation. And just like that, in a puff of colorful swirls, floated Chrissy, with her golden hair and forest green tail. "So, Chris," drawled Eddie, "care to describe to prince Steven here how I kidnapped you and forced you to live here with me?"
"I..." Steve was at loss of words. "I thought you left? Or disappeared?"
Chrissy snorted and moved closer to Eddie, finding comfort under his arm. "Yeah, I did both. Because Jason wouldn't leave me alone. I came to Eddie for advice on where I could go, but he let me stay here, in a changed form...for my own protection. Just like the others. Really, Steve, prejudice doesn't suit you." Turning back to Eddie, she nudged his side. "Hey, Eddie, can you change me back? I'll take a brief nap."
Ruffling her hair, he touched her forehead. "Sure thing, Chris. Off to the bed with you." And just like that, she was a tiny octopus again, floating to her shelf.
"Oh wow," breathed out Steve. "I feel like a huge asshole. That's...that's actually really nice of you."
Eddie shrugged, returning to his cauldron. "What can I say. The rumors are useful, it keeps the rich and mighty assholes out. Except for this asshole," he pointed at Steve with one of his tentacles, but there was no venom. "So, legs. Can do, a small spell and you'll change when you exit water, you'll have your tail back when you re-enter it. Just a small warning for you - you'll want to get covered when you get up there. There's going to be...something...where the front of your tail is and humans don't like to see that."
Steve snickered at that. He definitely saw one of those during his trips to the surface and he absolutely didn't want to see that either. He watched as Eddie muttered something weird and deep that sent sparkles towards his tail. "Great, thank you. Uh. So, what about the payment? What do you want?"
Eddie rolled his eyes at him. "Whatever. You want to check on a kid, so it's not like I'm going to charge you something crazy. Two pebbles, a pretty mug for my cavern, whatever."
"Do you like anything from the world above I could bring you?" Steve asked, moving closer to the cauldron. "Since I'll be there. They have a lot of interesting stuff."
"Hmmm...maybe..." Look, mermen normally didn't blush, but Steve could swear Eddie's cheeks turned a bit darker. A strand of his wavy hair floated into his mouth and he started chewing on it nervously. "OK, so theoretically. If you were to find one or two. Apples? Do you know what those are?"
The shame in Eddie's face had Steve laughing, clutching his sides. He just looked adorable, trying not to ruin his cultivated image. "Sure, I know them. They float, but I'll get them down here. You've got a sweet tooth, huh?"
"Not a word, prince," the witch threatened, pulling more and more hair in front of his face. "No one will believe you. Now shoo, go check on your kid and find me some apples."
Steve saluted him. "Shall do, oh mighty witch!" With a single sweep of his golden tail, he was gone.
When everything quieted down, Eddie stayed hunched at his cauldron. He didn't really foresee this day going so...weird. Not bad, but weird.
"You like him."
He scowled at the tiny Chrissy creature that floated in front of him with a smug expression. "Oh shoo with you too. He's going to check on the kid and fall in love with a pretty lady or a princess above, or he's going to toss a half-rotten apple to me when he comes back and will never speak to me again. They always do."
She floated closer and nuzzled under his chin. "I don't know, Eddie," she sighed. "He seemed like a good guy. And he had those eyes. Just wait, I'm about to earn an I-told-you-so."
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Eddie hated being wrong. But when, not even a day later, he found Steve waiting in front of his cavern, a satchel of apples in hand (well, above his head, struggling to keep it underwater) and a wide smile on his face, he thought being wrong wasn't the worst thing in the world.
"Welcome back, your highness," he invited Steve in. "So, how was your child friend?"
Steve beamed at him, his face bright even in the shadow of Eddie's abode. "He's doing well. A bit shaken, but recovering. His mom was really grateful, both to me and you. She sent you this...what did she call it. Token of appreciation from her garden. They should be one of the sweetest types." He handed Eddie the satchel and watched with fondness as the sea witch shoved his hand in, grabbing a beautiful red apple and taking a bite. The look on his face was pure bliss.
One crunch later, Eddie opened one of his eyes and looked at Steve. "Want one?"
"Uh, I..." Steve stammered. "They're your payment, I couldn't-"
Shaking his head, Eddie shoved an apple into his hand. "Don't give me that crap. You saved the kid, you deserve an apple. Now make yourself comfortable. Unless you're afraid to stay?"
Steve laughed and floated closer to Eddie, taking a bite of his apple. "Of you, Eddie? Never."
The crunching of apples was loud in the cavern, but not enough to drown out the quiet "I told you so" from the highest shelf.
(also, I forgot to mention this, but the cauldron? It was soup. Eddie is feeding a full cavern of runaways so of course he needs to cook in bulk)
#steddie#steddie au#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie drabble#little mermaid au#stranger things#stranger things drabble#chrissy cunningham#dustin henderson
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My Witcher
"Geralt of Rivia! The Witcher known as the White Wolf! After discussion, we, the people of Snorzinbrog, have sentenced you to death by decapitation for the charges that have been put against you: assault, murder, and desecration of our goddess' altar! What do you have to say to this?!" The leader of the town read from a scroll to Geralt. The entire town was behind Geralt, watching this all happen. They held torches and pitchforks, but not necessarily doing anything with them. They are just standing there.
Geralt rolls his eyes and grunts, "Please just get it over with."
"As you wish!" The leader waves his hand towards the executioner. The man forces Geralt to his knees and his head to rest against a piece of wood. Geralt wiggles around to get more stability.
The executioner raises his axe as the entire town watches in awe. Geralt starts praying, and the leader of Snorzinbrog looks at Geralt funny.
"You had your chance for final words, Witcher! In the name of the goddess, _____, kill him!" The executioner swings his axe at the command of the ealdorman. The silver in the polished glass glints in the light of sunset and twilight.
Right before the axe hits, it disappears and is instead changed into moths. They flod the executioner and ealdorman, who fail in trying to bat them away from their face. The moths disperse after a few seconds, allowing Geralt to sit back from leaning forward, legs tucked under him.
"WHO DARES TO HARM MY WITCHER?" A terrifying tall woman rises from the water beyond the cliffside where they executed and disposed of bodies. You have a halo of a storm that wasn't there a second ago. Ocean water clashes with stone and splashes everyone. You are surrounded by a holy light, a foreboding light. One that sends fear down your enemies' spines and anxiety crawling up their throats. You glare sends the men to their knees.
They may kill people they deem by their rules to have done wrong, but not this one. This one is yours.
"M-MY LADY!â The man shouts, falling to his knees. His wonderful goddess, the goddess he worships, is here before him. He has done everything right. So why have you called the White Wolf 'your Witcher'? Does this heathen also worship you? No. Geralt's in love with you and you have fallen just as hard.
âNO. YOU HAVE COMMITTED A TRANSGRESSION AGAINST ME. LEAVE, WHILE YOU CAN. TAKE CARE OF YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN. THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY, SHOULD YOU NOT CONTINUE TO ABIDE BY MY LAWS.â Your voice bellows, flowing from the cliffside to the village that resides just a mile away. A lightning strike hits next to the ealdorman, a warning.
âYES-YES, YOUR HOLINESS!â
As his head hits the soil as he bows to you, you turn into your human form. A beautiful woman with lovely (H/C) hair and gorgeous (E/C) eyes. The most stunning person Geralt has laid eyes on. Geralt stands as you walk to him, wind whipping your hair, looking as though you belong with the grey clouds that threaten to darken. The ocean bows to you as your worshippers do. The storm churns at your request, and Geralt now registers how close you are with your hand cradling his face. Your eyes look him over worriedly, finding no injuries but still concerned.
âYouâre as beautiful as the day I met you.â Geralt caresses your face as you free him of his chains with a wave of your hands. They clatter to the ground, clinging against each other at the release of their tension. The blood in your face gets hot as you lean into his touch.
âLetâs go, my darling,â You whisper as you whisk him away to a place of safety and love. Your home.
Your home on a cliff overlooking the torrential ocean and churning clouds, just barely hidden by a layer of forestry. Geralt looks out on the scenery and holds you tightly.
âYou wonât ever lose me. You are the words to my sword. What cannot be done by one can be done by the other.â He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against your own.
âI almost lost you. If you hadnât prayed to me when you did⊠if they hadnât made a sacrifice, I never would have put two and two together⊠I canât lose you. The world would burn. Iâm supposed to keep the peace.â A deep breath rolls through you, loosening your tense back muscles. The surrounding nature calms as you do and the storm dies down. You can faintly hear a crying of praise at your good will for blessing the masses with good weather. Itâs as if the world was whispering its adoration and thanks just for your kindness. You know that if it wasnât for Geralt, these people thanking you wouldnât be thanking you. They would be cursing you for ruining their laundry.
âWhat has happened, has happened. What matters now is that everything is done. Letâs be home, love.â Geralt leads you into the cabin where you and your lover revel in each other all night long and possibly even into the morning.
Authorâs Cup of Tea:
I apologize for the short chapter. I was busy, but still wanted to produce something. If itâs good, let me know! If itâs bad, also let me know! *Takes out a penny and casts Detect Thoughts* Penny for your thoughts? Au revoir!
Edit: I understand that I changed quite a and did plenty of editing, but I hope it is still good, and possibly better. Until next time, lovelies!
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Blood
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: Joel comes home to the smell of blood.
Warnings: PLEASE READ angst without a happy ending, death of an infant, death of a child, main character death, loss of a child (stillbirth), loss of a partner
A/N: Please read the warnings above. If any of them feel even remotely uncomfortable for you, please do not read this fic.
I don't own photos, dividers or characters.
Over the past twenty years, Joelâs become familiar with blood in ways heâs never wanted.Â
Heâs known it dripping from his daughter, himself, Tommy.Â
One time he tried to list off all the people heâd seen bleed, whether or not he knew their names.Â
It smells sickly and sweet. He thinks the smell is the heat of life as it swirls up and out of the wound and into the air.Â
He never knew how warm a human being truly was, until that early September night, Sarah panting in his arms.Â
It had been an abnormally hot day for the month, the relentless Texas summer still lingering in the air, like a sun-warmed sidewalk, autumn still not fully committed to its task yet. He had been so hot all day, and through the night, as he screamed and ran and ran and screamed.Â
There was a faint trickle of sweat going down his back, his shirt sticking to his skin.Â
But when his daughter gripped at him, when he pressed his hands against her stomach and pressed down down, the blood had seeped through. It was hot, uncomfortably so. It ran down his wrists and made his fingers slippery, stained his arm, stuck his fine hairs to his skin till the blood crusted over into brown.Â
It burned him wherever Sarah touched him, red handprints imprinted onto his skin that he punched Tommy over when he suggested that maybe he find something to wash them off.Â
Joel didnât like blood. Didnât like it even when it meant his survival, that his heavy boulder of a life would live to see another roll up and down the mountain.Â
Even in Jackson, he hated it.Â
The sight of it sat in his stomach like hemlock, the smell filled his lungs like tar.Â
When Joel saw blood, blood poured from his eyes.Â
So, when Joel comes home from patrol, the house heâs worked long and hard to call home, has made sure to keep the slither of blood away from, he has to stumble to the kitchen table to catch his breath.Â
The sweet smell hangs in the air like mustard gas. He sees the yellow fog of it twist and turn each corner and hang heavy at his ankles, grave-like and sombre.Â
He wants to throw up.Â
He follows the fog, follows the smell. The nausea rises and falls inside him like the tide, relentless and without fail. The impassivity of the ocean terrifying. The threat of eternity.Â
When Joel opens the door to the bedroom he shares with you, the bedroom heâs worked long and hard at to call his, the bedroom heâs rearranged for you dozens and dozens of times over the past eight months as your nesting had gotten stronger until his back gave out, he stumbles and holds onto the doorframe to catch his breath and finds it doesnât come to him.Â
Youâd traded a lot for those floral sheets. Had worked long hours to be able to afford them, and cooked as hearty a meal as you could when you finally got your hands on them.Â
Thereâs so much blood that itâs turned the bedding and your dearly-loved sheets nearly black. Youâre holding something grey and covered in blood to your chest, rocking it gently, sweat stuck to your forehead.Â
You seem the ghost of the woman he knew. The one who got up and sang off-key without any music for a full house at the Tipsy Bison and stole Joelâs heart in one fell swoop of an eagleâs wing, your voice sounding like wind chimes. Thereâs a brush of blood on your forehead, the roots of fingers following a palm.Â
Your eyes are hazy and delirious but still they light up when they see him, âHi, Joel.âÂ
He walks into the room, he hears himself talking to you but doesnât realise when he managed to do that. He sits down on the bed and itâs warm and wet. A few seconds later, he feels the blood crawl into his jeans.Â
You mumble something and with a butterfly of a smile you hold out your arms to him. Joel finds himself stroking the face of his daughter, running his hand down the bridge of her nose, smaller than his pointer finger.Â
One of your breasts is out of your shirt, milk runs from it and pools down into an oasis of white. Thereâs a dribble of it against his daughterâs mouth.Â
Youâre saying something again, â...eager to see you, Joel, to see her father.âÂ
Joel doesnât know where youâve found the strength to be talking like this. When he touches your forehead, youâre burning. He remembers that one night when he took you out dancing. Where he watched you move like a sirocco from the bar counter and got you drinks to cool off. He remembers pressing his lips against your hot skin, right below your hairline, he remembers your arm, strong and steady as it wrapped around his waist.Â
It had been a long time since Joel had done anything of the like in public like that. When he pulled away he found his heart beating out of his chest without control. He was scared you would be able to see it moving against his shirt. A rapid rise and fall like the beat of a rabbitâs foot.Â
âIsnât she pretty, Joel?âÂ
He swallows and nods, says that she is because itâs the truth. The scrunched up, wrinkled face, colourless and lifeless, is beautiful because she was inside you for eight months and Joel spent those nights he spent with you talking to his daughter inside your womb. He hasnât seen anything more pretty.Â
âLovely,â his voice is hoarse, and he hates how his tongue is cottony. He wants to say more and he only repeats himself, âLovely.âÂ
You shift and groan but keep moving until you place your child in his arms. Your hand remains on her head, brushing your thumb back and forth, âArenât you happy?âÂ
âWhy didn't you call for someone?âÂ
âI love her so much, I didnât think it possible to love someone like thisâŠâ you let out a tired sigh and Joel feels the faint heated brush of a bit of your life pass against his neck. You lay down against your pillow. âSheâs not latchingâŠâÂ
Something inside him hallows out. Joel feels wind churn in every corner of his chest, braiding in and out between his ribs. His bones feel dry, the insides of them empty of any marrow. They hit against one another as the bleeding thing inside him continues to beat.Â
âIâll go get Maria-âÂ
He wonders why he didnât think of this sooner, of getting help, why he didnât run straight out the door when he smelt blood in his house, when he saw you in bed, more of your blood outside of you than in.Â
âNo,â an urgency hangs against your voice like an anchor. You reach out to him, âStay with us for now.âÂ
Joelâs jeans are dipped in your blood, he feels it press mercilessly against his skin.Â
He looks down at the baby in his arms, viciously silent, heartlessly still.Â
Sarah had a set of lungs on her when she was born. Had screamed so loud it filled the room.Â
âAlright.âÂ
When Joel dips his head to kiss your hairline, you smell like blood. One time, in the low light of your fireplace, before youâd moved in with him, youâd pressed your head against his neck and murmured that you used to use Dior perfume, that it was the only luxury you permitted yourself before the world set itself on fire.Â
After heâd have sex with you, you smelt like sweat and Joel and skin. Heated and vibrant with life, Joel would press his front teeth into your upper arm until you pressed him away and called him an animal.Â
When you came back from your shifts in the garden, you smelt like earth. Something rich and dark. Some mysterious force of nature clinging against your clothes and body, making you glow.Â
He wonders if he would have fallen in love with you back when you sprayed yourself with designer perfume. If you would have let him into your life enough to have him put a piece of himself inside you to grow. Selfishly.Â
His daughter lays heavy in his arms.Â
He always noticed that, once the haze of the blood had cleared. When the blood had cooled down and the life had left its cells empty and deflated.Â
How weighted Sarah was, when she wasnât carrying herself and entirely dependent on his arms and strength.Â
âJoel?âÂ
Nausea crawls up his throat like a slug, and he swallows it down. âHm?âÂ
âArenât you happy?â Your voice is meek and small. He feels he could cup it in the palm of his hand and have room to spare.Â
âAre you?â A childish smile grows on your face, your eyes glazed over, slightly out of focus. He supposes your happiness is his, and he nods before you respond, âI am. Very much.âÂ
Youâve made him a father again, after all.Â
He leans down and kisses your baby. Sheâs still warm to the touch. He wonders how long ago this had happened to you.Â
He wants to be mad at you for not getting help, for not calling for Ellie or him, or Tommy or Maria or any person in this black hole of a settlement.Â
If he said he was happy though, he supposes heâs happy.Â
âIâm tired, Joel.âÂ
âYouâve good right to be.âÂ
If he closes his eyes, heâll feel the gentle movements of his daughter against his chest.Â
âI think I might sleep.âÂ
Your lips have lost colour. Thereâs a dull certainty inside your voice now.Â
âYou do that, baby.âÂ
Thereâs so much blood in his jeans he fears he wonât be able to wash them out, that heâll have to throw them out along with the mattress and the bedding.Â
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Interlude 1
Time to meet the parent.
Scion is so fucking weird. Like even being spoiled on what his deal is, what a fucking wild introduction to the world's first superhero. Absolutely buckwild. Naked golden man just floating above the ocean looking depressed. What a way for the world to be changed forever.
Cancer and suicide are both hard things to grapple with, and they're both things that have rocked my family and loved ones. This, I dunno, incidental fucking gesture just feels so. I don't know what to call it, it just feels. Makes me feel. Whatever.
Again, just, that's gotta be so fucking weird for a superhero to just suddenly exist. No way people jumped to superhero first obviously, might as well have been the Second Coming for all anyone would know, but still. I want to know what it is that makes Scion act like a hero when his ultimate desires for Earth are. Pretty unheroic? Maybe there'll be an answer for that, and presumably it's more subtle in the long-term than just immediately going apeshit, but it's still a mystery to me, so I'm left with the speculation.
Feel like I've heard the name Vikare before but fuck me if I can remember the context. Setting that aside, there's something, I dunno, telling? In that the first capes were superheroes, that the villains came after. Even in a world that's as shit as this one, the first instinct people had when they realized they had actual for-real superpowers was to do good. That's honestly a bit less cynical than I was expecting.
It is interesting that the honeymoon period for heroes lasted not even half a decade, that's longer than I'd have expected. And I think this is the first time we hear the word parahuman, which is fun. "Para-" meaning alongside or distinct, they're not superhuman, they're not inherently better, they're just. Different kinds of human. That's a clever pick.
Whatever else can be said about Danny Hebert (and we are getting to whatever else can be said about Danny Hebert, gimme a minute), this is a really really really good way to immediately get us in his head and on his side. When someone isn't where you expect them to be, when it's the middle of the night and they're not in the house like they ought to, that's fucking terrifying. For a parent to realize their child has disappeared, I cannot even imagine.
And yeah, not far behind Danny being terrified for his daughter is this complicated tangle of longing-anger-guilt for his wife. His wife whose death has absolutely nothing to do with the lack of a cellphone I'm sure.
And I'll be the first to admit I was a lot like Taylor back in high school, although I had a friend group and the bullying was a fraction of a fraction of what she's dealing with. My wildest nights were spent in a too-hot garage drinking novelty sodas and playing RPGs with the world's crappiest Dungeon Master. But I'm distracting myself.
"I hope that my daughter's only source of catharsis hasn't gotten her kidnapped or raped or murdered in this godawful city in the middle of the night" is such a horrifying thought to have to grapple with. God.
Speaking of horror.
I know about the thing with the locker, and God what a nightmare. Like, obviously, number one victim here is Taylor, and it is a testament of immense moral character that she didn't kill anybody for that torture, but Danny takes silver in the aftermath. His daughter has been tortured, and nobody will punish wrongdoers, nobody will even say who it was. Taylor won't even say who it was.
Anger and futility juxtaposed again. Danny rages for his daughter but it's fruitless except for a settlement to cover the hospital stay, so all he can do is wait and hope that something changes for the better.
This is actually something I've always wondered about. Taylor goes to such extreme lengths to not tell Danny about her life, and I've never fully understood why. Like the cape stuff I get, or at least mostly get, but Taylor doesn't open up to him about the bullying in anything I've ever seen or heard, and I don't know what's stopping her. It hurts both of them in the end.
And here's Danny's failure, right? He doesn't commit. He's letting Taylor lie to him, he's letting Taylor think she's getting away with lying. That's... kinda useless.
Honestly the fucked up thing is that Taylor's already got that anger in her, Danny worries about hurting her and he's not WRONG to worry about that, but to some extent she's already got that same kind of smoldering emotion as he does.
And the fact that he's tried so goddamn hard to protect her from his anger, the fact that she's caught the edges of it anyway even if it's never been targeted at her, that's just so goddamn sad. The Hebert family makes me sad.
Current Thoughts
The thought I can't get out of my head is that Danny doesn't want to confront Taylor because he doesn't want to chase her away, doesn't want her to feel unsafe with him, but like. One day she's going to leave anyway, drifting apart from him as their lives grow so much more different from each other, and what she's going to remember is that he never tried to keep her by his side, that he gave up on trying to fight for her. And that's worse. That's so much worse.
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The lovely & talented @inell tagged me for Several Sentences Sunday but as I was gigging yesterday and itâs a bank holiday today Iâm gonna say this one still counts!
Tagging @cranberrymoons @lesbianrobin @dodger-chan @clytemnestraaa @devondespresso and anyone else who wants to share!!
This is from a post s7, chris!pov fic that I have been mulling over for weeks now & Iâm actually not sure if Iâll ever finish, so I guess Im just gonna throw my favourite parts out to ye and see if thereâs any audience for it.
âYour dadâs one of the strongest, bravest people I know.â Buck smiles thinly. âHeâs probably out there looking for us right now.â
âYeah,â Chris says. But his dad has almost died more than anyone they know. âMaybe.â
Well, except Buck, maybe. Buck, who looks chalky pale in what little light filtering through the rubble. Whoâs been crushed by a fire truck, and swept away by a tsunami, and struck by lightning. And now, this time, trapped beneath whatâs left of the building.
Chris should be more scared but, well, Buckâs here. And Buckâs always okay, in the end, so he clings to a stupid and childish belief that if heâs with Buck, heâll be okay too. So doesnât have to be scared for himself, canât even think about himself.
Instead, he worries about his Dad. About where he was when the building fell, and whether heâs trapped and hurt like they are.
Or trapped worse.
Or hurt worse.
Or all alone, and hurt, and trapped, and dying, or not dying anymore, and never ever coming home to Chris again.
Thoughts too big and terrifying to even try squishing into words.
âI don't want to go back to Texas.â Itâs not what Chris means, really, but itâs still true.
âWhat?â
âIf something happened⊠If Dadâs not⊠I donât want to go back. I hated it there.â
Itâs always too hot, too humid. And Abuela never wants to take him to the pool. She never said it, but Chris knows she doesnât think itâs safe for him, which is so stupid because he can surf in the ocean! But sure. A little swimming pool with other kids, and lifeguards, and absolutely zero currents was too dangerous.
Dad takes him to the pool, or the beach, pretty much whenever he wants. Which is less often these days now schoolâs back in session.
Heâll drive him out and park as close to the shore as he can get, and go running with Buck while Chris hangs with his friends. Then pick him up after a couple hours. And itâs, like, normal. Itâs whatever.
Chris isnât allowed to go places on his own in Texas which sucks.
And Texas sucks.
âHey, Bud, we are not there yet, okay?â Buck says, all wobbly like heâs not sure if heâs convincing Chris or himself. âYouâre dadâs gonna be just fine.â
It would have reassured him a couple years ago, Chris thinks. Back when he believed that his dad and Buck knew everything, when he trusted them more than anything.
âBut, what if-â
âNope. No what ifs.â And Buck, one of the strongest, bravest, most positive people Chris knows, looks broken, devastated. âPlease. It wonât help to think like that. Itâll only hurt.â
âOkay.â
It reminds Chris of when his dad got shot. The second time, when Buck was the one to tell him. Chris hadnât understood, really.
How serious it was.
Because Dad had been shot before, and thatâs why he came back to Chris. So heâd thought⊠what? That getting shot again meant heâd get to spend more time with dad, again.
And in a way heâd been right, but also wrong.
âIâm not going back to Texas,â he says again. Because dadâs going to find them, and heâs gonna hug Chris like he wanted to this morning when Chris wouldnât let him. âIâm not.â
âI, uh, I donât think thereâs any world where you go back to Texas unless you want to, kid.â Buck hugs him, one-armed. Itâs almost as good as dad. Close, but different.
âBut, if something happenedâŠâ He canât say the words, canât even think them. Just in case.
âWell, uh, did your dad ever talk to you about that? About what would happen if he- if he got hurt. If he couldnât-â Buck canât say it either then. Itâs not good, but itâs not not good either.
âNo.â Why would he have to? Itâs pretty obvious. âBut I know Abuela and Abuelo want me, soâŠâ
Buck laughs but itâs all wrong. Wet and jittery and sore.
âOkay, yeah. Uh, I donât know why Iâm surprised. He didnât tell me either. Not until he had to.â Buck adjusts himself on the floor, wincing and turning until heâs looking right at Chris. âYou know what a will is?â
âYeah.â His mom has one. Had. Thereâs a clause in it for Chris. Some money in an account for him that heâll get when heâs eighteen. Sometimes he looks forward to it. Thinks about taking a vacation or buying a car, or a ps5.
Mostly he wishes his mom was still here.
âWell, your dad has one. As- as a precaution, âcause of our job. And thereâs a whole section in it about you, obviously, because youâre his dependent. His son. And about what would happen to you, in case- In case- In caseâŠâ Buck stutters, trailing off. They both know where he was going with it.
Thatâs not a big surprise, Chris thinks. His dad likes to be prepared, doesnât he?
âAnd?â Chris asks.
âAnd, if- if, wellâŠâ Buck puts a hand on his shoulder. Kinda like dad does, sometimes. When heâs saying something serious, when he wants Chris to look him in the eye. âItâs me. Or, no- He wants me to⊠He trusts me to⊠Iâd become your guardian. Thatâs what he wants. Would want. Shit. I canât believe he never told you this.â
âOh.â
âSorry for swearing.â
âShit isnât really a swear, Buck.â
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The Best Kind of Danger: Chapter 2
Tag list: @bngurngheart, @blackveilomens, @myownthoughts12, @vinyardmauro, @iknownothingpeople, @lilylovesdew
She had to tell him. He had to know. She didn't want to take any more chances of losing him. Tonight, she faced the reality of the world around her; the reality that his heart wasn't hers. She was terrified to lose him, yet scared to tell him the truth, but thinking about life without him made her want to cry. She never imagined that a man she'd met only a year ago could make her feel this way and become her world, her happiness, her safety; become her everything, and the idea of never being with him because she was too afraid of rejection hurt her deeply. He looked at her the second the tear slipped down her cheek. She casually brushed it away, never knowing he was watching her.Â
"I don't do pools, I don't do oceans, I don't do anything that requires me getting into a swimsuit. I just don't like them."
Cassie followed Folio inside the lodge with Jolly close behind her. Ever since Matt told everyone that the lodge they were staying in had a hot tub Jolly made it his mission to convince Cassie of the many reasons why she needed to pull out her swimsuit, the one she told him she didn't have, and get in it.
Folio knew how Cassie got when feeling pressured and it always brought out his protective nature for her. He felt the need to defend her or stick up for her even though he knew she could do it on her own. Cassie never argued or told him to stop either, which only encouraged him
He was trying to be on good behavior and not snap, but Jolly's persistent attitude was starting to piss him off. He was exhausted from the show; still in the same sweaty clothes and sore. From the severe pain running from his bicep and up the side of his neck, Folio figured he pulled a muscle somewhere.Â
"Fuck dude, why are you riding her case about it? Just fucking let it go. If she doesn't like them, then she doesn't like them," he barked
"What? Pools, hot tubs, or swimsuits?" Jolly teased, forcing Folio to suddenly stop and turn around. Cassie ran right into him, her face smashing against the bag strap across Nicks's chest.Â
"Ouch, holy shit," Cassie yelled, grabbing her nose.
"Oh my god, Cassie, I'm so sorry! Fuck, I didn't mean to," quickly offering her assistance.Â
"What the hell! Why'd you stop like that?" brushing his hand away.
"I was turning around to look at Jolly, and I just," stifling a laugh that faded the second he saw the discomfort on her face.Â
The way she was rubbing her nose and her eyes welled up with tears hurt his heart. Nick pulled her closer, cupping her face to examine it.Â
"I'm sorry," he said gently, giving her a half smile.Â
Cassie smiled back, placing her hands over his.
"It's okay. It just hurt, really bad, that's all," shrugging her shoulders.
The scent of him made Cassie's knees weak. He smelled like his deodorant, incense, and sweat; he smelled like Nick and damn she loved that smell.
Folio caressed her cheeks with his thumbs, taking the opportunity to relish the feeling of her skin. It was always so soft and he loved having his hands on it; on her.
"I think the universe is trying to tell you something," Jolly chuckled, moving around the two of them to get by.Â
"What that me hurting Cassie saved your ass?" Folio scowled, slapping him in the back as he walked by.
"Just get in the fucking hot tub!" Jolly yelled, walking away.
Folio rolled his eyes.
"You sure you're okay?" focusing his attention on Cassie, who, by now was fixing her hair and readjusting the bag over her shoulder. She was still in his hoodie, making him wonder if he'd get it back. To be honest he didn't care if he didn't. It looked better on her anyway.
Cassie nodded. "I'm fine." To reassure him, she gave his bicep, the same one that was hurting, a slight squeeze, and his face scrunched in pain.Â
"Oh, sorry! What's wrong," a worried look washing over her face.
"I don't know, it just hurts. Pain's running up the side of my neck too," he said, dragging his finger up and down to show where it was hurting. Cassie didn't waste a second before dropping her bag and laying her hands on his neck after removing his back from around him. The delicate touch of her cool fingers moved smoothly over his skin, massaging over his newest tattoo of Jesus.Â
"You probably pulled a muscle with all that crazy arm throwing you do when you play. You're a crazy animal, Nick." peering up at him through her lashes.
"Yeah, but you like me that way and you know it." His eyes were glued to her, watching her face as she worked her magic on him.Â
Cassie paused for a moment before a warm smile rushed over her lips, sending his heart racing. "Yes, I do; very much."
A strong, vast heat surrounded his length, the throbbing quickly making him uncomfortable in his briefs. She was turning him on so badly and with the release of the pressure and pain that came as she rubbed the nerves and muscles, working out every tensed knot that had formed from weeks of overwork made him light-headed, and dizzy. For a brief moment, the vision of her in only his hoodie returned, cascading over his mind like a welcoming rainstorm on a hot summer night, and along with the images of him finding his release within her walls, it stimulated his hardness even more. Â
"You crushed it tonight, though."
"Did I?" trying to ignore the butterfly feeling running like a racehorse through his body.
"You don't think so," she asked, her voice low and alluring. She worked out a remaining knot right below his shoulder blade.
"Do you always believe me when I say you're fucking hot?" turning his head slightly to look over at her. His jaw was clenched, showing off his well-defined jawbone. Cassie paused and leaned into Nick's back, resting her chin on his cool bare skin and wrapping her hands around his shoulders. She wanted to fall into him, absorb every bit of him into her body.Â
"No, I don't."Â
"Well, then see, I don't always think I did so great. I messed up a lot tonight."Â
The tension that was quickly developing around them was unusual, but not unwelcome.
Cassie continued working her fingers up and down Folio's neck, pushing away his silver chain with the trout on the end of it so she could have easier access to his body. A soft, hard groan that only came out when something penetrated him in ecstasy, escaped his throat as she moved her hands down to his bicep.
Cassie's skin prickled and she suddenly ached between her thighs for Folio. What little of him she had in her hands stimulated her sex, bringing her to the point of silently begging him for release. Even though Nick didn't notice, at first, how easily he set her body ablaze, the soft whimper that escaped was a sign she wanted more; so much more. Cassie wanted all of him.
Nick heard that whimper and for the first time, ever, he was positive that something incredibly strong was building between the two of them.
"I think you're too hard on yourself, Nick," she indicated.
"You do huh?"Â
She nodded.
"Mmmhmm, I do. Sometimes, you don't realize how great you are and what you do to people; what you do to me." Those last words she whispered, he heard them, and they did the most incredible things to him.
Folio quickly turned and faced her, hoping to see what he was dying to see in her eyes. And he did.Â
The eyes that reminded him of deep forests in springtime looked back at him with such tender longing, almost bringing him to the edge of himself. Folio was done for. He no longer wanted to fight the feelings that came every time Cassie was near him, or when she touched him. He was tired of resisting and ignoring the way she made his heart and body feel alive. He wanted to embrace all of it now, to show her, tell her, that the only thing that mattered to him was her heart and that it belonged to him. She had to know that he was completely hers now and he never wanted anything else but her again.
Cassie's breath hitched the moment she saw what she did in Folio's eyes. It seemed like a light had come on and he was seeing her in a whole new way. It gave her hope that maybe he was beginning to understand the things she was trying to say without saying them.
Folio moved in closer to Cassie, sliding his hand across the side of her face and behind her head. Her lips are calling to him, beckoning him to come and get them.Â
Cassie licked her lips, anticipating the idea of what Nick was thinking about as he looked at her like she was his last meal. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest the closer he came, and with her hands pressed hard against his shoulders, gripping the flesh and muscle beneath them, she braced herself for the ultimate feeling that was about to hit her.
"Folio! Where the fu... oh shit!"Â
Noah yelled from across the lodge, interrupting the most incredible moment between Cassie and Nick.Â
Cassie backed away in sudden panic. Folio was after all part of her job, and even though the family atmosphere was a huge factor in it, she was still scared that getting involved romantically would be an issue for Bryan. Plus, she still carried the reality of her secret that hung around her like a sickness; one she feared she'd never get rid of.Â
She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder.
"Cassie, wait,"Â
"No, I should go find a room or something," she mumbled, scampering away, embarrassed and crying. She sped past Noah, almost knocking into him.Â
"What the flying fuck Noah!"
"What? How was I supposed to know you and Cassie were about to have a fucking make-out session?" throwing his hands up in the air only to let them fall back down at his sides.
"We weren't about to make..., you know what, just forget it."
Groaning, Nick ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. He snatched up his bag, feeling utterly depressed now over what just happened with Cassie. How was he going to fix this? Was she even going to let him fix this? What started as a fantastic moment turned into a horror show, all because of Noah, and Nick was having a really hard time processing it.Â
"What did you want?" standing across from Noah, not even trying to hide how pissed off he was.
"I'm sorry man, I didn't mean to get in between. I know how you feel about Cassie," Noah apologized, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder.Â
Folio shrugged. "It's fine."
Noah noticed the rigid line of his friend's clenched jaw and knew he was holding back his temper.Â
"I fucked up didn't I Folio?"
Nick's mouth was set in a hard line. "Yeah, just a little."
Noah draped his arm around Nick's shoulder.
"Cassie is an awesome girl. I'm sure you two can work this out."
Folio wasn't so sure.Â
"Do me a favor and don't mention any of this to anyone. I don't want to embarrass Cassie or make her feel any worse than what she probably already does."
Noah grinned, admiring Nick's consideration.
"You got it, man," patting him on the chest.
The two of them headed to where everyone else was gathered while Cassie hid in the corner of a hallway, mortified and crying.
Chapter 3
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When I was 17 me and my father got this really bad flu. And both of us having immune systems with the strength of an unborn fetus, we both literally almost died. My father was coughing up blood and I was reaching fevers of 105-106. To this day my brother is convinced we had Covid even though it was a few months before Covid officially hit America. So for now we will just say it was a really bad flu. And during this flu was the first time i ever experienced a real and true "fever dream". Something up till that moment I had only thought was a term to describe something out of wack and surreal. Also during this time, I was really into Jackcepticeye and specifically his subnautica series. It was all I was watching.
And during this dream, that neared honestly closer to straight up hallucination rather than dream. I was in the world of subnautica, at the furthest depths you can reach in the game, in complete and utter darkness, oxygen was running dangerously low, my cyclops and seamoth, were thousands of kms away on opposite sides of the map, and a leviathan was circling me. And I didn't know if it was aware of me and choosing not to attack. Or unaware and seconds from discovering me.
And I know how this sounds. A relatively b-rated movie filled with clichés. But I- 17. flu stricken. And fully convinced this was real. It was the most terrifying thing in my life. Knowing I was going to die, ether from suffocating, or being attacked by a monstrosity at the furthest depths of the ocean. With no hope of ever being found.
Anyways. Fever dreams are real and can be funny. But also can be terrifying and signify your body is so hot it's frying your brain. And now I have a memory scorched into my brain of being stuck at the bottom of the ocean, Even though I've never gone further out than waist deep at the beach.
#Jackcepticeye#anyways im sick again (i think just a cold)#but im running a fever and have been playing the last of us#or the slow painful process of turning into an infected.#gaming#subnautica#so crossing my fingers i dont end up dreaming of my throat being torn out by an infected#video games#video game#game#games#subnautica below zero#flu#sick#fever dream#hallucination#ocean#leviathan#sea#would be fun tho#in the after math.#like playing vr but actually deadly
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