#honestly screaming at the top of my lungs after finishing this

[slut4hee]

I Can Keep A Secret, Can You?

{Paring: Idol Heeseung x Blk Fem! Reader ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

{Genre: smut, nda signing, secret relationship, 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: You joined a fan sign raffle for a chance to speak to the members of Enhypen, but specifically your ult bias Lee Heeseung. You joined for the heck of it, not thinking you would win but to your luck you did. Not only did you get a chance to speak face to face with Heeseung, you got to sign an nda with him…

{Warnings: Softdom heeseung, sub reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, (use protection my lovelies), oral ( f receiving), big dick hee, kissing, titty play, doggystyle, fingering, breeding kink, creampie, cum eating, squirting, dirty talk, pet names.

You screamed to the top of your lungs, as you read the email stating that you won an entry to an in person Enhypen fan signing event, in Seoul South Korea. You couldn’t believe what you were reading right now, you out of all people got selected to meet the Enhypen face to face, in the flesh.

You’ve always been a big fan of Enhypen, being that you’ve been supporting them since I-land, and you literally own every single one of their albums and posters. You loved all the members of Enhypen, but there was one particular member you loved a little bit more.

Lee Heeseung, he was your ult bias and you were so in love with him. You’ve been biasing Heeseung since the beginning, and you have all of his photo cards, as well as his pictures and posters all over your wall. The fact that you will get to meet and speak with Heeseung in person, has all types of butterflies erupting in your stomach and so many emotions going through your head all at once.

You quickly started searching for flights to Korea, and browsing many hotels and airbnbs. Finally after hours of looking for the perfect hotel and the appropriate flight, you booked them both squealing in excitement as you jumped up and down on your bed. You got ready for bed, but you knew sleep wouldn’t come so easily for you, because of how excited and shocked you were, you couldn’t wait for the day to come.

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Fast forward, it’s now been a week since you found out you’re going to meet Enhypen in person, to meet Heeseung in person. You are now in Seoul, and you’re currently in your hotel room, doing your makeup and getting ready to head to fan sign. That’s right, today is the day your dreams come true and you couldn’t be more happier. You honestly still can’t believe you won the freaking fan sign, and on top of that you get to visit South Korea, one of your dream destinations.

You finally finished your makeup, going with a natural yet soft pink look. You also wore a cute little light pink crop top, with a denim mini skirt showing off your beautiful curves, and you styled your hair in a slicked back bun, your edges laying nicely. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, admiring your beauty loving how your makeup and hair turned out, you hoped Heeseung would think the same.

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You’re now standing in line, waiting to enter the building. Your nerves are all over the place and your heart is racing in anticipation as you wait to go inside. It’s really fucking happening, you thought to yourself as reality sets in that you’re about to be face to face with 7 Korean men you��ve only seen on tv, and in concert.

Finally after what felt like eternity, the line moves as the staff starts letting people in, you practiced deep breaths, as you make your way inside the venue, you’re so nervous and anxious you don’t know what to expect. You made it in, and a staff member checks your invitation, before leading you to your seat in the front.

Your heart beats out of your chest, when you realize just how close you are to the stage. Your hands trembled as you held up your phone to snap a picture of the stage. Just as you’re about to take the picture, the crowd of engenes burst into a fit of screams, shouting the members names as they arrived on stage.

You smiled with excitement, waving and screaming for the members as they introduced themselves and bowed to the crowd. Your eyes were on Heeseung the whole time, you couldn’t believe how much more handsome and ethereal he looked in person. Suddenly Heeseung made eye contact with you, his stare lingering a little longer before he turned away smirking to himself.

Did Heeseung just smirk at me, you thought to yourself as you try to process what just happened. Not long after you were being called up for your turn to interact with the members. You started with Jungwon, telling him how much you adored him, and appreciated all his hard work as a leader.

Then it was Sunoo, you expressed how much you enjoyed his vocals and how beautiful he was. Finally after speaking to the rest of the members you then made it to Heeseung. Your palms are sweaty and your knees felt stiff, as you take your seat in front of him. Heeseung gazes at you, studying your facial features.

“Oh my god, Heeseung I love you so much I��m sorry I just don’t know what to I-“ you tripped over your words, feeling nervous from his intense gaze and the fact you are sitting right in front of him, is a bit overwhelming. Heeseung smiled brightly at you, showing off his pearly white teeth, as he reached his hand to hold yours. You were a little taken aback by his sudden move, but you quickly complied, holding his hand with yours.

“Tell me your name princess” he smirked, swaying both of your hands back and forth. You blushed hard at the pet name, not being able to hold eye contact with him. He noticed that, as he titled his head to the side a little as he waited for you to answer his question.

“My name is Y/n, I came all the way from the U.S to meet you Heeseung” you explained with enthusiasm, a wide grin displaying your face. As you both continued to talk, you noticed how Heeseung listened so attentively at what you had to say, and you weren’t so sure, but you would think that Heeseung was into you, by the way he seemed so interested in your day to day life.

Unfortunately it was time to move on to the next fan, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that it went by so quickly. You expressed your love and appreciation towards Heeseung one last time before standing up to take your leave. What you didn’t notice was that Heeseung was watching you the whole entire time as you walked back to your seat, not even noticing that the next fan had sat in front of him.

Heeseung knew he had to have you, you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and he couldn’t deny you intrigued him so much, it was just something about you that he couldn’t quite grasp, but he was determined to have you in his bed by the end of the night. So he quickly called over one of the staff members, whispering something in their ear. The staff member nodded in agreement before walking off.

As you’re grabbing your things getting ready to leave, you feel someone tap you on your shoulder catching your attention. You looked up to see a Tall Korean gentleman with a black mask covering his face. You looked at him confused, wondering if you done something wrong.

“Miss if you don’t mind, would you be willing to follow me to the backstage” he asked you politely, you looked at him a little suspiciously, wondering why on earth would he be asking you to come backstage with him.

“I don’t understand, did I do something wrong?” You asked him, feeling nervous and anxious. The man quickly shook his head no, you immediately felt relief wash over you, hoping you didn’t say or do anything to make any of the members feel uncomfortable.

“No miss you’ve done nothing wrong, it’s just” he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “One of the members has requested your presence backstage” he replied, you stared at him in a state of shock, trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth. You wondered which one of the members actually asked for you backstage.

“U-Uh okay” you stuttered, feeling a little skeptical and worried, you were just hoping you weren’t being tricked and you’re actually being led to your death. Only one way to find out right? The man nodded, as you followed him backstage.

Finally he stopped at a door, that had a sign on it that said “Staff Only” You swallowed down your nerves, as you prepared yourself for the worst. The gentleman opened the door and behind it was two other Korean gentleman, who were sitting at a desk, one of them holding a stick of papers.

“Please come in and take a seat please” the man with the stack of papers said, as he gestured you towards the seat. You gulped before taking a seat. The man then laid the stack of papers in front of you, as well as a pen. You looked up at him confused, why was he handing you a contract??

“I know this is a bit out of the blue Miss Y/n, but it seems that one of our Artists has taken a liking to you and has requested for a one night stand with you” the man spoke with seriousness in his tone, you stared at him wide eyed, did he just say what you think he just said. You looked down at the paper in front of you, and at the top of it read the words “𝑵𝑫𝑨” in bold letters.

“Umm may I ask which artist has requested for me” you replied, as you shifted in your seat, feeling a little uncertain about this whole situation. The other man then spoke, you recognized him before, you’ve seen him with the members when you saw them at their world tour.

“My apologies, let me introduce myself. My name is Park Sunwoo and I’m the manager for Enhypen. And to answer your question, Lee Heeseung has requested for you Miss Y/n” he nodded. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when he said that, the Lee Heeseung wanted to sign an NDA with you?!

“Before we get started, I do want to let you know that you have every right to decline this offer Miss Y/n. But for me to further explain any more information about this, I would need you to sign your signature on this line right here on the paperwork” he pointed to the line, indicating that you sign your name. You bit your lip nervously, debating whether you should sign it or not.

But when will you ever get the opportunity to have a one night stand with Heeseung, when will you get the chance to do anything like this. You’ve never been the one to do one night stands, or just give up your goodies the first time you meet a guy, but this was so much different. This was Lee Heeseung from Enhypen we’re talking about it, so without any further thought you signed your name on the paper.

“Very well then. Thank you so much for agreeing to the terms Miss Y/n, I will now explain how this whole process works. So you have agreed to signing an NDA, with Artist Lee Heeseung. This means that whatever You and Lee Heeseung decide to do tonight is strictly prohibited from the public eye, do you wish to continue?” He asked, scanning through the pages of the paperwork.

“Yes, I-I do” you responded, fiddling with your fingers. This was just too much to process, you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t a little excited though. He then flipped to the last page of the contract.

“Going forward, we also want to make you aware that failing to comply with the rules of the contract is automatic breach, that goes for both parties. So without further ado, would you please sign your name one last time and we can move forward” Your trembling hands grabbed ahold of the pen, signing your name on the line once again.

“Great, everything has been finalized. We would be contacting you with information regarding your evening plans with Heeseung, once your background check comes back clean. Thank you for your time Miss Y/n” Park Sunwoo stood up to shake your hand. You shook his hand and thanked him before you were led out the back exit.

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As you got back to your hotel, you had been checking your phone nonstop, feeling anxious and impatient. Finally your phone dinged with a notification, and you grabbed your phone so fast, opening your messages.

Unknown Number: Hello, Miss Y/n. Just informing you that your background check came back clean, and I will now be sending over a personal driver to pick you up from your hotel, to bring you to Heeseung’s private accommodation.

You: Oh okay, thank you so much.

Ten minutes later, you received another text from an unknown number, stating that they’re waiting for you down at the lobby. You quickly grabbed your things, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, before heading downstairs. You were now in the back of a Black Mercedes Benz Van, with the windows tinted. Not shorty after, you were pulling into a parking lot of very nice modern style Airbnb.

“We have arrived” the man hopped out of the driver’s seat to open your passenger seat door for you. You thanked him and smiled, and he bowed before getting back into the van and driving off.

You nervously walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Not long after, none other than Heeseung himself answered the door. You gasp inaudible at the sight of Heeseung clad in a white tank top, gray sweats pants, and his hair damp from the shower you assumed he just finished.

“Come in please” he moved to the side to let you by. You nervously walked into the house, taking in the scenery of the place. It was nice and cozy and looked lived in. It’s like Heeseung read your mind when he said “This is my place actually, I stay here when I’m not out on schedules or on vacations” he nodded and smiled, as he walked closer to you.

“It’s really beautiful Hee, I love it” you blushed shyly, feeling a little hot from the close proximity of your bodies almost touching. “Hee?” He questioned as he smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist. You damn near melted, your knees feeling like they’re going to give out on you any minute now.

“I-I mean Heeseung, sorry it’s like a nickname all of us fans call you” you stuttered, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. Heeseung chuckled, biting his lip, then leaning down to be face level with you because he towers over you. You’d breath hitched, as you feel his lips ghosting over yours.

“Is this okay, do you mind if I kiss you baby girl” he spoke lowly, his voice sounding husky and laced with desire. You whimpered, feeling your arousal starting to leak through your panties.

“God yes, yes you can kiss me plea-“ before you could even finish your sentence, Heeseung’s lips crashed against yours, kissing you with hunger and fervor. You moaned into the kiss, when you felt Heeseung’s hands gripping your ass. You let out a yelp, when Heeseung suddenly picked you up leading you to the bedroom.

“Fuck, you don’t know how bad i want you baby, fucking took everything in me not to pull you into one of the dressing rooms and fuck you stupid” he groaned, laying you on the bed as he got on top of you, attacking your lips once again. You could only moan in response, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Heeseung, please I need you please do something” you begged shamelessly, still not processing that you’re about to fuck Lee Heeseung, someone you thought you would never have the chance to meet, but here you were about to get your brains fucked out by him.

“Shhh, patience baby I’m gonna give you what you want” he smirked, as he started to undress you. He tugged your top off, and unclasp your bra effortlessly starting to suck on your brown nipple, his other hand fondling the other. You arched your back, rubbing your thighs together trying to gain some type of friction.

“God baby, you’re so fucking sexy gotta taste your sweet little cunt now” he growled, tugging your panties off and spreading your legs wide. You whined, when he dragged his long fingers through your wet folds, sliding his finger inside.

“Fuck, this slutty pussy so tight, fuck can’t wait to stuff you full of my cock mama” he hissed, as he watched the way your tight pussy sucked his finger in. He then leaned down to lick a stripe of your pussy, licking and sucking your clit softly.

“Oh my fucking god, shit Hee baby feels so good” you screamed in pleasure, your legs shaking uncontrollably, as you grabbed ahold of his fluffy hair. His wet tongue felt like heaven on your pussy and you couldn’t get enough.

“Shit baby, wet little pussy taste so good, fuck I could eat your sweet cunt forever” he groaned, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure through you, you gripped his locks a little harder, feeling your climax approaching dangerously.

“Ughh, fuck Hee I’m g-gonna cum” you cried out, your legs trembling as the band in your stomach threatens to snap any minute.

“Cum for me, cream on my face pretty little slut” he flicked his tongue faster against your clit, plunging his fingers deep inside your tight pussy. Not long after you were coming undone on his mouth and fingers, squirting your essence everywhere. Heeseung cursed under his breath at the sight of your spent pussy, leaking out your juices.

“Damn sweetheart, that was so hot I’m so hard I need to feel you wrapped around my cock” he whined, as he quickly rid himself of his clothes, showing off his perfectly lean build, and his long hard cock that leaks precum from the tip. You mouth watered at the sight, as you grabbed his dick stroking him slowly.

“Ah-fuck, shit that feels so good Y/n” he whined, his hips buckling up involuntarily. You bit your lip at the way his heavy cock twitched in your hand so desperately. Before he could come undone, he swatted your hand away, earring a whine from you.

“Get on all fours for me baby” his voice sounding strained, as tugged at his hard cock. You quickly, laid your face down in the pillows, and poking your ass out arching your back. Heeseung smacked your ass before aligning his cock up at your hole. He started to push himself inside you, his cock sliding in easily from how wet and turned on you are. He lets you adjust to his size for a minute before setting a rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth.

“Fuuckkk, you’re so fucking tight, god baby sucking me in so good” he lets out deep grunts as he pounds into you from behind. You gripped the sheets roughly, feeling every inch of Heeseung’s cock penetrating your walls.

“Yes yes yes, fuck me harder please harder” you screamed, throwing your ass back at him as you desperately chased after his thrusts. Heeseung threw his head back, showing off his flushed neck. You clenched your pussy tighter around him, earning a whiny moan from him.

“Ahh f-fuck, stop clenching baby or I’m gonna cum” he hissed in pleasure, gripping your waist tighter as he slammed into you roughly. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“Please Daddy, fill me up with your babies, I want your load inside me” you looked back at him, tears gathering in your waterlines, from the intense pleasure you’re feeling. Heeseung’s hips stuttered, as his strokes became sloppy, losing his pace.

“Shit shit shit, I’m about to cum Nghh fuck” he moaned deeply, his thrusts became erratic as he chased his high. Not long after his hips stilled, shooting ropes of thick cum inside you. The feeling of his hot cum, triggered another orgasm out of you, squirting and creaming all over his dick. He pulls his softening cock out, watching the way his cum and your arousal leaks from your spent hole.

He collapsed on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You smiled weakly at him before snuggling your face into his neck.

“Wow baby, that was the best sex I ever had in my life” he chuckled weakly, his breathing still uneven from the intense orgasm he had.

“I can’t believe I just fucked Lee Heeseung” you said in disbelief, as you looked up at him before kissing his lips. He kissed you back, as he rubbed your back softly.

“𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴”

“𝗜𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼, 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂?”

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍…

A/n: FUCK FUCK FUCK, if I ever get to sign an nda with Heeseung, just know ima fuck the life out of this man🤭 but honestly I’m thinking about making a part two of this where reader and hee possibly start dating secretly 👀. Let me know if you guys want it, hope you guys like it and reblogs are greatly appreciated. ᯓᡣ𐭩

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𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩:

@wave2hoon

[chikaras-garden]

Hi petal! May I request Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne dick headcanons? Like, size and width kinda thing? Thank you!

Sweet Jesus. Yes. Goodness. Oh my god.

DICK GRAYSON 💦

Not the longest. Not the girthiest. A pretty pink head that demands kisses. But the curve of his dick helps him reach places inside you that no one else could ever dream of. This is a cock that finds every spot that makes you squirm and scream—and then invents new ones, just to be sure no man has ever made you feel as good as he does. 

He uses his whole body to fuck you. Hands cupping your cheeks, forehead against yours, breath fanning over your lips in between kisses. When he’s inside you, you’re two halves of one whole, and the point where your body ends and his begins may as well not exist. He’s so agile, so flexible; he’ll work as hard as is necessary to find every position that has you coming undone all over his cock.

Loves to stay inside you. He came so much, so hard, so fast—so he’ll just plug you up, you know? You don’t mind, right? He’ll be so impossibly gentle about it, too; laying on top of you, weight on his knees so he doesn’t hurt you, peppering little kisses up and down your face until his cock softens and slips right out.

DAMIAN WAYNE 💦

A cock so perfect that they should be making dildos based off of him. Very long. Very thick. Tanned and super veiny. Honestly, the worst part is that he knows this because he’s heard it a billion times. Praise does nothing to him after hearing so many people say he feels so good, that he splits them open just right—but the look on your face when he thrusts hard, fast, and deep until your eyes roll back in your head? 

That has him feeling something he’s never felt before. He’s buried to the hilt inside you, you feel him all the way up to your lungs, and you reach down to grab his wrist and hold him right where he is. When your fingers wrap around him, he groans, seeing stars of his own. You reach around his hips and press your hands into his ass to pull him even deeper, and he starts forcing himself into breathing exercises to stop himself from coming right there.

Prefers you to come first. Also prefers when you have the time for both of you to come multiple times. He has a thing for coming on your tits first, and he’d love to come on your face if you’re into that, but sex isn’t finished until he fills you, duh.

@uc1wa I wasn't kidding

[megamindsecretlair]

I am taking a mini writing break. Idk how long but whew. What a start to the new year 🥲

This is honestly why I don't take my ass outside no more. Chuz its always fn something.

I picked up my car from the shop this morning and almost got into 2 accidents chuz mfs be driving these streets like they're auditioning for Nascar.

One of my dogs has been having issues with her ears lately. We figured it may be an ear infection but the vet always talm bout they don't see shit so we tried to handle it at home.

And my dog proceeded to scratch her eardrum out 🥲 (she's home, she's good, it will grow back apparently?) I was 10 mins away from finishing my shift and my dog came running in, crying, bloody ass ear, and blood all in her mouth and on her neck 🥲

I juss kept asking, "what did you do?!" As if she could answer 🤣 and where was my family? Watching tv I guess since I'm apparently the ONLY mf that can watch the dogs. But everybody wanna play with them and take pics until it's time to take care of them, right?

I spent 4 hours at the emergency vet where my other dog spent ALL 4 hours screaming at the top of her lungs. Which, yknow is just perfect for someone with social anxiety. I was like damn, yall embarrassing me in front of the yt people 😪 whole place silent but my dogs wanna cry and and bark 😒 one had an excuse, the other one did not lol. I thought she had to go potty just for us to come home and she silent as a church mouse.

To say I have a headache is an understatement. I honestly wish I could call off work. But with the way my family likes to eat into my off days, I'd rather work 🥲

All this to say, it's a bad day, not a bad year. I will be okay after some headache medicine, a shower, and some good sleep. My joy of the day is that I got my car back 🙌🏽

But yeah, I'm gonna need a min to recover from this one. My ask box and dms are open but don't be weird about it.

[solecize]

  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision. despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jungkook/reader 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. inspired heavily by stardew valley, friends to lovers, childhood friends, cowboy jungkook, small town alternate universe, slice of life, grief, growing up, mutual pining, jungkook as a parental figure 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 9k 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. i don't even know what to say. i normally don't talk a lot and i'm mostly very unserious, but this is the last chapter of the farmouse and honestly, i'm super emotional about it. i'm really grateful for those of you who took the time to read and support this fic, every kind word has meant everything to me. i wrote this fic during a tough time when i needed warmth and joy, so i hope that this fic was able to bring even just a little bit of that for you while reading. (the writing of this chapter was quite literally delayed because my three year relationship ended midway through lol) this was also my first piece of writing in years and it's safe to say that i was able to fall in love with writing again because of this fic, so it'll always hold a special place in my heart. thank you times a hundred again <3 

part ten: the midsummer festivalㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ   previous. epilogue. masterlist

  xxiv. the midsummer festival

squeezing through bodies in the stands, it took all of your focus to not drop the popcorn and drinks wedged in your arms. you should have asked someone to come with you, but you were in such a rush, not wanting to miss a thing. finally, you made it to your seat, plopping yourself in between jiwon and yoongi, and your eyes remained fixed on the lawn the entire time.

  amber valley had the most beautiful days you’d ever laid eyes on and today was no exception. you weren’t sure if it was because of the natural charm in the sleepy town or a biased sense of nostalgia towards the countryside that you carried. the midsummer festival was held at the peak of the season, where humidity was as thick as honey and not a single cloud escaped being casted away from the cerulean of the sky. you had no choice but to throw on a tank top and shorts because anything else would feel like suffocation.

  “i didn’t miss anything, did i?” you didn’t mean to scream, but there was no other way for your voice to beat the crowd amongst yourselves.

  jiwon shook her head, her hair splaying from underneath the baseball hat that she so obviously stole from her brother. “no!”

  the show-jumping competition was one of the newest additions to the fair and it proved to be one of the most popular. not only did the majority of the town come out to observe, but the fair also drew in an impressive number of visitors from elsewhere - some of which attended the fair specifically to watch the show-jumping. 

  “LETS GO KOOKIE!” screamed hoseok at the top of his lungs, holding up a customized poster board with a printed picture of jungkook and leo, depicting the words ‘go jungkook!’

  yoongi groaned, “can you sit down? they haven’t even finished setting up for the jump-off yet.”

  at this point in the competition, it was down to jungkook and another competitor, a man a few years younger named yesung. up until now, they both achieved the same score after the round performance and both cleared nearly perfect showings. the jump-off was a shortened course with tighter turns and higher jumps, intended to break the tie and determine the winner.

  the crowd began cheering when jungkook and yesung reappeared, standing and waiting for instructions. you found jungkook adorable in his outfit, a dark green show jacket and breeches that emphasized his leg muscles. you had to catch yourself from staring too hard at his thighs because it seemed like yoongi caught you, waving a hand in front of your face with a snicker. you only glared at him.

  it was mayor kim with the microphone, explaining the rules to the crowd. “and, to decide the order for performance, we have conducted a random draw. as a result, we will see. . .choi yesung go first!” he proclaimed, eliciting another round of cheers from the crowd.

  from where you stood, you noticed jungkook naturally relax his shoulders. for that, you also breathed out a sigh of relief. he stepped away to where leo was, making way for yesung to complete his round.

  when it was time to begin, everyone rose to their feet. from what you saw and heard of yesung, he was also a well-seasoned equestrian. he wasn’t as decorated as jungkook, but he had the advantage of winning the last show-jumping competition in the spring. you didn’t realize jungkook was out for vengeance, but he was indeed looking to reclaim his name.

  every fraction of a second mattered in the jump-off round and so, your eyes were glued. the pressure was on and you watched yesung charge ahead. he decided to take some risky turns, likely to shave off time. the first one was executed perfectly and you nearly jumped at the second, challenging turn. it was not calculated well, as it resulted in a rail down at the penultimate fence.

  “oh shit!” one of the boys yelped, watching the unfortunate accident. 

  yeung finished the course at a respectable, but flawed time. it was shame, since his speed and ability could have easily secured a victory. he knew it, too, judging by the disappointment in his eyes. you almost felt bad for him, if it wasn’t jungkook off to the side and gearing up for his turn.

  now, it was jiwon screaming as loud as she could. “YOU CAN DO IT!” she screeched, cheering for her brother and you joined in. 

  already mounted on leo, jungkook looked up, right at your section. he gave a small wave and you all went wild - even mrs. oh, who brought her own sign to cheer him on. you guys weren’t the only ones, though, as it seemed that jungkook was a favourite amongst fans.

  “jeon jungkook, jeon jungkook, jeon jungkook,” chanted the boys and you weren’t sure who started it, but you also began chanting, too.

  he readied himself and at the sound of the horn, blasted off. the tensions were thicker, with the stakes at hand and the pressure on a seasoned competitor looking to re-establish himself. you couldn’t imagine the weight of the crowd under the beating of the july sun, considering the heat made you already down your water bottle by the first hour of the competition and were in half the clothing jungkook was in. between you and jiwon was a shared usb handheld fan, as the two of you silently took turns holding it - eyes too glued to the show and shouting jungkook’s name.

  he was fast and sharp, yet every movement of his was so well thought out. at full force was a risky approach, but was so far bearing perfect results. you felt your heartbeat getting louder and louder, making your head pound with adrenaline. the last few seconds, the world became quiet and all you could focus on was jungkook. then, the eruption snapped you back into reality.

  “LET’S GOOO!”

  if someone was somehow not on their feet watching the final round of the show, they certainly were now, as jungkook zoomed to the end with no flaws and an incredible time. even you had to blink a few times, trying to see the time recorded clearly and realize your eyes were not deceiving you.

  “there’s no way that’s not a record!” you heard jimin exclaim and you didn’t doubt him.

  there was a hushed murmur over the crowd, as mayor kim stepped to the podium once more. tapping the microphone a few times, you and the rest of the crowd winced at the feedback that came with it. then, mayor kim spoke.

  “ladies and gentlemen. . .” he begun, loud and clear.

  jungkook was still catching his breath to the side, having yet to even take off his helmet. all eyes were peeled on mayor kim, as he took an extra pause for dramatics. if you weren’t also about to jump right out from your skin, you’d roll your eyes.

  “. . we have a winner AND a record setting time. jeon jungkook, young man, please join me on this stage.”

  no longer holding your breath, you roared along with your friends and the earth practically rumbled. jungkook’s smile was as bright as the day, as he whooped in response and raised his fist in the air. you were filled with nothing but joy. 

  before he stepped up onto the stage, jungkook displayed his integrity by walking towards yesung and enthusiastically shake the other man’s hand. yesung didn’t look too upset, more bewildered at the quality of performance that his opponent put on. they exchanged words, smiles reaching their eyes.

  “that’s my brother!” screamed jiwon, as if no one knew the obvious.

  jungkook then took mayor kim’s hand in one and attempted to balance his new, golden trophy with the other arm. in a split second, your friends, jiwon, and the oh family began filing out of the stands and you could hear hoseok yelling for you to follow. you widened your eyes, shuffling out of your seat as quickly as possible.

  of course, jiwon was the fastest and made it to the lawn first. she squealed, as jungkook embraced her in a hug and spun her around. the cheers didn’t falter and only grew when namjoon and taehyung momentarily put jungkook on their shoulders.

  you trailed behind everyone, nearly stumbling on your way down. you couldn’t see much, tiptoeing as far as you could. the chatter was still loud, but then the small crowd parted as you heard jungkook call out. it was your name. he was calling for you to come to the front.

  “oooooh,” someone said, but you ignored it.

  there was no doubt in your mind that your cheeks were a cherry red, but you refused to look anyone in the eye - even jungkook. you and your friends gathered around the podium with jungkook, as the event photographer asked you to move closer for a picture. everyone made way for you, as jungkook gestured for you to be the one on his right side, while jiwon and mrs. oh were on his left. 

  “congratulations,” you finally said, straining for your voice to be heard over the cheers. you still did not meet his eyes, finding yourself in a kind of shyness that was unknown to your normally headstrong personality.

  that was something that came natural to jungkook, having an innate ability to bring out parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. before moving back to amber valley, you walked around with your chin up, thinking that you knew everything you needed to know. 

  now, at 25 years old, you knew harvesting soybeans and playing cards at the local pub with your new friends. you knew the smell of the ocean in the sweltering summer and you knew riding horses in sunflower fields at sundown. looking at jungkook, you knew what it was like to be slowly, but surely, swept off your feet. the realization creeped up on you, a sneaky little thing.

  namjoon was the one holding onto leo, as your group huddled together for the picture. you instinctively hugged into jungkook’s touch, holding them in front of the camera.

  jungkook spoke, right into your ear. “i’m so glad i was able to have this moment with you.”

  that made you finally look up at his eyes and in that moment, a flash went off. this is when you also snapped out of your daze and despite his stare unwavering, you turned back to the photographer.

  “oh, maybe we should take another -” you started, knowing that neither you or jungkook were looking in the camera, but he waved you off.

  “no, no! this picture came out perfect,” the photographer winked at you and asked for everyone to disperse, before you could argue. something told you that you were going to see a picture of you and jungkook gazing into each other’s eyes on the front cover of the local newspaper.

  he proceeded to take a few more solo pictures of jungkook with leo, followed by some shots with the mayor. jungkook was supposed to be kept busy, but he continued sneaking glances your way.

  it was mrs. oh who gently tapped your shoulder. “now’s the time, honey. come to the store quick before he notices.”

  beside her, sangwoo rolled his eyes. “he’s going to notice, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of her.”

  regardless, you scrambled to follow behind mrs. oh. you weaved through the crowd, who all wanted to take a look at their champion in disbelief of the amazing time jungkook scored. the show began relatively early in the day, too, so the streets were only now becoming more and more full with the midsummer festival in full swing.

  the roads were blocked off for pedestrian access only, as the fair was one of the busiest times of the year for amber valley. today was a day that drew crowds from outside of town, as the festival was an adored regional celebration and served as a tourist destination. you wouldn’t be surprised if you were told that the midsummer festival attracted the highest visitors of any other day in the year for the town.

  carnival games, market booths and amusement rides were already set up since the morning and it was already getting tiresome to navigate through the festival goers. but, of course, you were trailing behind the force that was mrs. oh, who made way with ease with her commanding voice. 

  “time to get to work,” she sighed, pulling out a key from her pocket upon reaching the general store.

  you said, “it’s a shame you can’t enjoy the festivities, mrs. oh.”

  “oh, i don’t mind. i’ve lived in this town all my life, i’ve been here, there and everywhere when it comes to the fair,” she mused, unlocking the front door for the two of you. “business is business, the traffic the store will get is more important.”

  a cool blanket enveloped your skin once you stepped in and you were never more grateful for the invention of air conditioning in your life. she was right, though, as you noticed some people nearby the store and already eyeing it.

  “most businesses are closed today, but not us!” mrs. oh smiled, as she turned the sign by the window from ‘closed’ to ‘open.’

  this is how you knew how much jungkook truly meant to mrs. oh. “jungkook is real lucky for you to open late just to watch him,” you said, examining the front counter and spotting a pair of jungkook’s work gloves.

  “the store opens late every time he has a competition. sangwoo adores him and that young man and jiwon are family to us,” mrs. oh mused, seemingly lost in thought, before blinking back into the moment. “ah, don’t mind me. i almost forgot why you’re here, sweetie - the flowers are in the back room!”

  you thanked mrs. oh, following the direction that she pointed towards. jimin called you corny for getting jungkook flowers for your first official date, but you thought it was fitting, given the competition. it was even better with the results of the show and you could only hope that jungkook liked the ones you picked out. you figured that men deserve to get a nice bouquet of flowers at least once, too. 

  the bundle of fresh sunflowers were actually your favourites, but that wasn’t important. you grabbed them from the backroom fridge, wrapped in cellophane and yellow paper. this was when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and your eyes widened, hoping it wasn’t jungkook just yet.

  unfortunately, your hopes disappeared, but the text still put a smile on your face - just because it was him at the end of the day.

  are you at the store? i saw you and mrs. oh lol i can be there in a few minutes. 

  you replied yes and came out to wait. the store already had its first customers within a few minutes of opening and mrs. oh was ringing them out. she met your eyes and winked, mouthing some encouraging words to you. 

  with the same smile on your lips, you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her. 

  although you would have loved to loiter inside the store for the air conditioning, you were already bashful enough from everyone watching you and jungkook at the show and you would have rather met jungkook away from mrs. oh’s nosiness. she was lovely, but she appeared to be one of your and jungkook’s biggest fans and you didn’t want to act awkward, knowing that you were being watched.

  the bouquet was hidden behind your back, as you patiently waited outdoors. you didn’t know what to expect out of your day, but the longer you waited for jungkook, you grew more and more nervous. it was odd, knowing that the anxiety pooling at the bottom of your stomach was because of your childhood best friend. 

  the thoughts were promptly swept away when you caught sight of jungkook approaching you. he changed clothes from his riding gear, sans his favourite dirty boots that remained on his feet, and was now wearing a plain white t-shirt and denim jeans. you always had to take a moment to admire the definition of his muscles and his sharp gaze that left you breathless, but you were distracted this time by the bundle of golden flowers in his grasp.

  jungkook looked a little bit concerned at your expression, as you were stifling a laugh. you almost felt bad, but the sight was too funny for you to ignore.

  “hey - uh, what?” he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

  you revealed the identical bouquet from behind your laugh and he, too, looked dumbfounded. the wrapping and greenery differed from one another, but it was clear that the two of you picked your flowers from the same field by your houses. it was the same field the two of you rode on the past summer and played in as kids.

  “congratulations again for first place,” was all you could manage to say, offering your flowers towards him.

  jungkook finally broke out into a chuckle, shaking his head. “thank you. congratulations, for uh. . “

  “for what? being jeon jungkook’s date to the fair?” you chided, as you took his flowers in your hands.

  “shut up. am i not original or something?” jungkook asked. “like, come on, we got each other the same thing. i’m already failing at this date thing, aren’t i?” he joked.

  you rolled your eyes and flicked his arms. “it’s been, like, five seconds.”

  “ow!”

  “we’re not just on a date today, jungkook. we’re on a mission to win some prizes,” you declared. 

  jungkook tilted his head slightly with a smile growing. “oh, are we?” he paused. “then, am i allowed to hold your hand during this mission?”

  the idea startled you, but you didn’t shy away. nodding without a word, this was the signal for jungkook to pick up your free hand and interlock his fingers with yours. somehow, it wasn’t a moment that sent ringing sensations in your ears nor was it one in slow motion. it was familiar, almost, and felt. . . right. it felt natural, like it was coming home after a long day.

  you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “and thank you for the flowers. you remembered my favourite.” you weren’t even sure how he knew, but you knew that jungkook would only give you a gift with a well-thought out meaning behind them. 

  this time, it was jungkook’s cheeks who reddened slightly. he didn’t say anything else, only squeezing your hand and leading the way.

  ***

  jungkook was tired. you were tired of telling him to suck it up. you had gone two summers in a row without winning a single prize and you were determined to walk away from the fair with at least one thing. albeit, at this point, you ran out of tickets to play games and you knew jungkook had extra, since he received some from his parents, but your grandfather also gave him some. he was your last hope, as you begged him to use the last of his tickets to get you something.

  “hoseok hyung told me these games are rigged. can’t we just go do bumper cars, bunny?” jungkook groaned, as the two of you walked away empty handed from balloon darts.

  you pouted. “no. i just want one of those big charmander stuffies, i know you can win them!”

  “why don’t you play the games?”

  “because i’m bad at them, how do you think i lost all of my tickets so quickly?” you responded, crossing your arms over your chest.

  jungkook grumbled more complaints under his breath, while you forcibly dragged him towards the ring toss booth.

  “hey kids! giving the ‘ol ring toss a try?” beamed the booth attendant, who was the same every year.

  you weren’t entirely sure what his name was, but you and jungkook collectively agreed on calling him “carnival man” and he recognized the two of you each time the festival was in town. though you were about four feet of fury at the time, you had quiet rage against carnival man. you were convinced he cheated you out of getting the xl sized penguin prize last year and you wanted revenge. 

  “kookie will do it!” you exclaimed, smugly pushing your best friend forward.

  “yeah, whatever, kookie will do it,” jungkook rolled his eyes and handed over a single ticket to carnival man.

  carnival man happily took the ticket from jungkook. “it’s nice to see you kids again. you’re always together, huh?”

  “unfortunately,” the two of you said in unison, only for you two to shoot each other identical daggers.

  at this, carnival man guffawed in amusement and gave jungkook his sets of rings. 

  here, jungkook did not win. in fact, he didn’t win you a single thing that summer and you didn’t speak to him for the following day because of it. only a day, though, since carnival man was right - the two of you were always together. you eventually gave in after the first day of silent treatment and showed up to jungkook’s house with your horse, marshmallow, and convinced him to join you by the sunflower fields. he had scoffed, called you stupid, and then without missing a beat, came outside to accompany you.

  ***

  “kookie! and. . .bunny? is that you?”

  carnival man was a lot older than you remembered, but you weren’t sure if it was just the tricks of time playing a game on you. it seemed like everything was so much more youthful and bright in your childhood memories. however, the brightness in carnival man’s smile didn’t falter and it only widened upon laying eyes on you and jungkook. then, his eyes trailed over to your clasped hands together and it widened even more.

  “you remember me?” you gaped, as carnival man took your hand and shook it vigorously. 

  “of course i do! well, i remember the two of you, specifically,” he exclaimed. “i see jungkook here, but i’ll always remember how you two kids came around together every summer! you’re all grown up now!”

  although lines of age creased his smile and streaks of grey contrasted against his black hair, seeing carnival man again made you feel like you were ten years old all over again. the fair seemed so much more larger than life and this moment was one of those moments that reminded you of why you loved summer so much.

  jungkook smiled, “it’s nice to see you, mr. lee.” he appeared to be a bit shy, as the older man was fixated on the sight of you two holding hands.

  it occurred to you that carnival man was never his real name and meeting him as mr. lee felt like a call to the reality in which you were now a grown up. you realized that jungkook continued to see mr. lee at the fair over the years without you and didn’t feel the same rush of nostalgia.

  the only reason why jungkook couldn’t also shake mr. lee’s hand was the abundance of prizes nestled into his arms. the two of you left your sunflower bouquets at the general store - luckily, it was now busy with tourists wanting water bottles or sunscreen and the two of you avoided any gushing or questioning from mrs. oh - and thank god you did because you did not expect to be carrying around so many things. a mini teddy bear, a sheet of temporary tattoos, a t-shirt, some gift cards, and a larger kuromi plush toy that was double the size of your head.

  thankfully, jungkook held onto everything without complaint and remarked that you had no business carrying anything so long as he was there. the funny part was that you two had barely visited all of the games and the only reason why you’d won so many prizes was because you two were competing at each one.

  “and you know i refuse to lose,” jungkook said at the first game, which was a basketball shootout. 

  with the same competitive spirit, the two of you both did very well at each game and walked away with a prize from almost every one. it also probably helped that you were now adults with disposable income and could pay to participate in as many games as you wanted. jungkook had announced that he was ready to make up for his past failrures, never forgetting the summer that resulted in your silent treatment because of his inability to win you a prize. you didn't think that meant struggling to carry around your prizes within the first hour.

  now, mr. lee began setting up the ring toss for the two of you. “so, you moved back to amber valley, young lady?”

  “yes, sir. i’m running the family farm now,” you replied.

  “congratulations, bunny. that’s some hard, honest work, my best wishes to you!” mr. lee said. “you know, i always thought you two had quite a special bond, even at a young age.”

  jungkook avoided eye contact. “mr. lee, you’re kind,” he chuckled, nervously. 

  “i mean it! it fills my heart with joy to see you two here after all these years.” there was twinkle in mr. lee’s eyes as he spoke. “for some people, their universes are stitched together with unseen threads that will always lead them back to where they belong.”

  it was your turn to squeeze jungkook’s hand and neither of you said anything more, only exchanging a look.

  ***

  jungkook wouldn’t stop pouting and you weren’t sure what to do about it. it really wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help the fact that, like most young girls, you got your growth spurt earlier than your male friend. you were a few inches taller than jungkook at this point and he was deflated to learn that you were tall enough for the rollercoaster, while he had yet to measure up.

  “sorry kid. maybe next year,” the ride attendant gave jungkook a small smile.

  you were disappointed, as well, as you and jungkook had waited nearly thirty minutes in line. all for jungkook to not be able to ride the coaster. you turned to him, who sighed.

  he said, “it’s okay, bunny. you can go on without me.”

  a part of you did want to get on the ride, especially after waiting for quite some time, but you didn’t hesitate to shake your head. 

  “no. i won’t go on without you,” you stressed, to which jungkook looked at you in shock. 

  he shook his head. “no, it’s okay. just go, we waited for so long.”

  “i said i’m not going,” you said, standing your ground.

  instead, you walked off from the front of the line, ignoring jungkook calling your name until he ran up to catch up to you. 

  “hey! what are you doing?”

  “i said i’d go with you. if you’re not there, there’s no point,” you shrugged, as if it was no big deal. “we’ll go next time. hey, wanna go see carnival man and do ring toss?”

  you didn’t wait for an answer, as you made a beeline for the ring toss booth. jungkook jogged up to you and you noticed that he was trying to hide the smile on his face.

  ***

  “jungkook. . .this is the kid’s roller coaster.”

  everyone else in the line was about half jungkook’s size, unless they were one of the parents giving the two of you a dirty look for getting on the kid’s coaster. there was no explicit rule that adults couldn’t ride the rollercoaster, but it was a very popular ride and jungkook had the privilege of cutting the line, as the two of you were given a free “fast lane” pass by mayor kim for being local small business owners.  the fast lane pass was costly and the majority of fairgoers opted to wait in the long lines.

  jungkook didn’t seem to care too much, though. “yeah, so what? you picked the giant swing and said the next ride was my choice.”

  “you’re pissing off the kids,” you whispered in a lower voice, as the attendant let out the last party from the rollercoaster. you guys were up next. “i thought you would want to do the drop tower or something.”

  “you promised me that we could go on the ride the last time we were here. remember, when i was too short?” he casually whistled. 

  “jungkook, that was, like, seventeen years ago.”

  he continued, “and i wrote it for our summer bucket list! you may have never seen it, but i was dying to go on this ride.”

  and that was how you found yourself crammed into a kid-sized rollercoaster at the very front with jungkook. with impeccable timing, it looked as though some of the boys were passing by. seokjin caught your eye first and tapped taehyung’s shoulder beside him, who then got namjoon’s attention.

  “oh my god,” you groaned, watching the three of them wave wildly at you and jungkook. 

  on the other hand, jungkook found this hilarious. he waved back and you covered your blushing face with your hands. you were already embarrassed from the cut eye given to you by the parents in line, now this.

  “have fun, lovebirds!” called namjoon, as seokjin and taehyung proceeded to take several pictures of you and jungkook from afar.

  ***

  “my tooth hurts!” you whined, shoving your cotton candy into jungkook’s hands.

  at seven years old, it was on the later side for you to lose your first tooth. you’d been wiggling it for weeks, but cried when jimin offered to rip it out of your mouth for you. this happened just a few moments ago, before jungkook yelled at him to go back to his mommy. 

  jungkook didn’t seem bothered and was actually pleased to double fist two sticks of cotton candy. “thanks bunny!” he ignored your complaints and happily continued snacking away.

  this was the first year that you and jungkook were permitted to roam around without adult supervision - kind of. as long as you were in vicinity of ten year old hoseok, who was sitting on a bench and playing on his gameboy advance, the two of you were free to play together.

  “this isn’t fair, i’m not allowed to eat anything,” you huffed. your grandfather warned you that any sort of sweet will just hurt and you were better off enjoying other parts of the festival.

  “don’t tell my parents, they said i could only have one cotton candy,” jungkook said, as he observed your sad appearance. “why do you look like that?”

  “like what?”

  “you look sad. it’s ugly on you,” jungkook mindlessly commented and you flicked his arm. “ow!”

  you glared at him. “don’t call me ugly!”

  “i said looking sad is ugly on you. so, don’t be sad,” jungkook replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

  when your expression didn’t change, jungkook sighed and looked over to where hoseok was sitting. the older boy’s eyes were glued to his screen and was now joined by jimin, who was cheering him on in whatever game he was playing. then, jungkook turned back to you.

  “what?” you asked.

  “wanna go watch the magician show?” he asked, grinning. “so you can stop being sad.”

  your eyes widened, as you took your turn to look over your shoulder at hoseok. “your mom said to stay nearby! what if we get in trouble?”

  “i dare you to come with me to the magician show,” jungkook countered, knowing that was the secret word that made you do just about anything. you hated the idea of losing dares to jungkook and had yet to do so.

  you knew you were going to get an earful if you left hoseok’s sight, who was supposed to be watching over you. then, you remembered that, earlier that day, hoseok refused to let you play a level of mega man on his gameboy and decided you didn’t care if you got him in trouble.

  “okay! let’s go!” your features suddenly brightened and you let jungkook take you by the wrist - not the hand because, ew, it was jungkook - towards the other end of the fairgrounds. 

  the cotton candy had already been consumed and jungkook tossed the paper sticks into the nearest trash can, as the two of you quietly giggled about your mischievous sneak-away. 

  ***

  unlike jungkook, jiwon had no trouble tracking down her sibling at any given moment, even with the large crowds gathered for the festival. she also didn’t seem to care that her brother was in the middle of a date, as you were the one to first notice that she was dragging sangwoo by the wrist in your direction. 

  “is something wrong, jiwon?” jungkook asked and there was a tinge of annoyance in his voice at the appearance of the younger girl. the two of you were engaged in somewhat of a flirtatious conversation and jiwon’s premise immediately killed jungook’s mood.

  “hi y/n!” she greeted and then she turned to jungkook wearing a sickly sweet smile. “oppa, may i have ten bucks?”

  “i gave you twenty bucks this morning,” he raised an eyebrow at her. 

  meanwhile, sangwoo was in awe of the amount of prizes in jungkook’s arms. “woah! you guys won all of those?” at this point, there was an addition of a frisbee and a stuffed octopus. 

  “i won most of them,” both you and jungkook said at the same time, resulting in a shared glare. 

  jiwon cleared her throat. “so. can i have ten bucks, please? we wanna get cotton candy!”

  “what did you do with the first twenty bucks?”

  “we went on the teacup ride! oh, and we got rice cakes and funnel cake and actual cake,” jiwon explained and went a little too fast, so you didn’t doubt that the kids did, in fact, consume all that sugar.

  it seemed like jungkook also didn’t doubt it and while you knew he wanted to scold her, you were taken aback to find him letting go of your hand to reach for his wallet in his back pocket. he sighed and, as he was still carrying all of your prizes, merely held it out for jiwon to fish a twenty out of. 

  “only because today is the festival,” he warned and muttered a second part under his breath, “and only so you can leave us alone.”

  you also had the same feeling that jiwon and sangwoo were not going anywhere without their ultimate goal, especially since the former seemed to have the same persistence that her brother had.

  “thank you, i love you!” jiwon declared, handing the wallet back to her brother and planting an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. “thank you, thank you! we’ll leave you alone now!”

  the pair scurried off together, as sangwoo also yelled out his thanks. they ran through the crowd together, giggling amongst themselves. when jungkook took your hand again, you were still lost in thought, watching the two purchase cotton candy from far away. sangwoo handed the first stick to jiwon and the two talked with one another, cheerily enjoying their treat.

  “don’t get me wrong, making sure jiwon is eating healthy is important to me, but today’s the fair. it’s special for her and sangwoo like it was for us, might as well let her off the hook for today.” he noticed you watching them and followed your stare. “they’re cute, aren’t they?”

  “they are. how long have they been that close?”

  “since they were born, basically. they’re always with each other,” jungkook shook his head.

  “do you think jiwon has a little crush?” you wondered aloud, as jiwon shoved sangwoo playfully for whatever joke he might have had made. 

  jungkook asked, “did you?”

  he was referring to the two of you as kids, as it was clear that your shared wistful stares at jiwon and sangwoo were a product of looking back at your own childhoods. two best friends that stood by each other’s sides at all times and grew up together. you had to admit, you saw your and jungkook’s reflections when you looked at jiwon and sangwoo. 

  upon hearing the question, you rolled your eyes. “you wish, jeon jungkook.”

  but, you weren’t entirely sure. adults joked that you and jungkook would grow up to marry each other, just from watching you two play chess or ride horses together. there was a magnetic force that naturally stuck the two of you together, from day one. you cared deeply for jungkook before you could have a comprehensive understanding of what it was like to have love for someone beyond your family.

  “pretty sure i had a crush on you. that’s probably why i was devastated when you stopped coming to the valley,” he casually mentioned, but you turned to him in surprise.

  “were you really?”

  “yeah. you were my closest friend.”

  “i’m sorry,” you said. “you were mine, too. i just thought you would forget about me, i guess. then, i don’t know - “

  jungkook cut in, “- we grew up. that’s what happened, it’s okay.”

  that was the reality of life. it was sad to look back on, but it was overshadowed by the incredible forces that brought you and jungkook back together. never, in a million years, would you have ever imagined standing in the middle of the amber valley midsummer festival with jeon jungkook ever again. 

  “ever since i came back, you became my closest friend again. even with all the weird stuff going on between us,” you admitted the last part with the roll of your eyes.

  although you were just teasing, jungkook’s expression turned serious. “hey, i am sorry about that. but, honestly. . . “ he sighed. “like you said, we became close friends again. and so fast, too.”

  “it got confusing, didn’t it?” you asked, looking at your feet. “when things seemed like it could be more, i kept trying to convince myself that, you know, this is just how we are. we’re friends, this is how we act and nothing more.”

  “you read my mind. you really did,” jungkook said, looking at you with a surprised expression. “i think i always knew, though. from the moment i saw you again.”

  you thought back to the first time you met jungkook again. you remembered how soft his hands were and how he managed to make you smile on one of the worst days of your life. that was just jungkook, though, and his way of bringing sunlight into your life, even when it was raining. 

  “i. . .i think i knew, too. but, i thought you just saw me as the little girl who used to play with you in your backyard.”

  he shook his head. “i thought you had so much on your plate. and, well, i’ll admit, i’ve had trouble even considering a love life since becoming jiwon’s guardian. she’s always come first in my life before anything else.”

  “i don’t blame you, i can’t imagine what the past few years have been like for you,” you said. “but, you were a tad bit stupid. let’s be real.”

  jungkook snorted. “yeah, i know i was stupid. believe me, the last thing i wanted to do was fully push you away. my childhood best friend came back into my life and i had to confront that she was now a strong, beautiful and incredibly intelligent woman that i had feelings for.”

  this was the first time that things were finally being said aloud and it was as if a thousand pounds was being lifted off of your shoulders. you were light, you were flying. 

  “but,” he continued. “i also had to confront that you were still my closest friend, the person who i can turn to when things go wrong. you were my friend who i laughed with and shared things with and i couldn’t lose that. i have the guys, but no one compares to how in sync we are.”

  “i know what you mean. we complement each other in this crazy way. . .” you trailed off. 

  mr. lee spoke about destinies stitched together and things meant to be. holding jungkook’s hand felt meant to be in a way that it was just natural. so did laughing with him and making him dinner and letting him do things for you, simply because he didn’t want you to do it by yourself.

  jungkook said, “do you see why i was afraid of this?” he gestured to the two of you holding hands. “if i fuck this up with you, i’ll lose both my girlfriend and my best friend. if i fuck this up with you, i’ll have let you down during a time where you just moved to a whole new town for a job with all these expectations that everyone has for you.”

  “you don’t have to be afraid of those things,” you murmured, gently placing your free hand on his arm.

  “i’m not. not anymore, when the what ifs and the idea of missing out on something good with you is even scarier.”

  suddenly, you took a look around your surroundings. it obviously wasn’t planned, but the two of you were having quite the intimate conversation just across from the face painting booth and the craft stalls. you tugged jungkook into a random corner, where there was a lone chair in between walls.

  “can you put the prizes down for a second?” you asked.

  jungkook was confused. “huh?”

  “can you put the prizes down so i can kiss you?” you commanded, giving him a pointed look. 

  then, he chuckled and without hesitation, placed your various trinkets down on the chair. you rolled your eyes with a smile and jungkook hooked a thumb on one of the belt loops of your jean shorts, using it to pull you closer. he leaned in, placing his other hand at the small of your back.

  jungkook, too, smiled into the kiss and like everything else, it felt natural. it felt like home. you melted into his arms as you always do, softly kissing back. 

  although you could have stood there forever with him, lost in his touch, you had to pull away. “you scared of that?” you raised an eyebrow.

  “shut up man,” jungkook said, but stole a quick peck from you before he let you go from his embrace.

  you thought you would never stand in the middle of the amber valley midsummer festival with jeon jungkook ever again. the world worked in mysterious ways and you were proven wrong. more so, you weren’t just standing with jungkook. you were a woman standing in the middle of the town that built your hopes and dreams. you were standing in middle of the fair that never shook off its magic, even years later. you were standing with the man who made you realize that home wasn’t just a place.

  ***

  it was safe to say that you freaked out when jungkook showed you what he stole from his dad’s tool box. you were so scared that jungkook had to beg you to not snitch on him and even threatened that he would tell your grandfather that you’d been making him help you complete your chores in the chicken coop. 

  “it’s just a pocket knife, bunny.”

  “it’s sharp! you could hurt yourself!” you hissed, stepping a few feet away from him like he had mad cow disease.

  jungkook sighed and ignored you, walking over to where your sitting spot was. this year, the midsummer festival fell on what was easily the hottest day of the summer. the heat wave was unlike any other you’d experienced so far and you were surprised that the fair was still going on. the two of you had completed just under ten minutes at the bouncy castle before you insisted you needed a break.

  the two of you had found a random tree to sit under, as you split an ice cream float to beat the heat. this is when jungkook said he had “something cool” to show you.

  you had no choice but to leave your grumbles under your breath, finding your place beside jungkook since the ice cream float was in his hand. “you’re hogging it all,” you complained and he handed it over to you.

  “are you done freaking out?” he asked.

  “what are you even gonna do with that?”

  it was as if jungkook was waiting for you to ask the question. “this.” he clicked it open and turned behind him, to the lower part of the tree of which you were leaning on. 

  your eyes were wide, as jungkook began scratching away at the wood. the first letter you could make out was “J” and you nervously looked around your surroundings. it didn’t seem like anyone was paying attention to the two of you, occupied with the festivities or trying to not pass out from the sun. 

  jungkook completed a “K” and moved on to slowly carving out your initials. “so we remember today!”

  “it’s gonna be there forever,” you sputtered. “my grandpa says that trees last forever if no one cuts them down. . .so, since our names are there, we’ll be best friends forever!”

  a toothy grin stretched across jungkook’s face. “yeah! we are. we’re going to be best friends forever.”

  ***

  considering jungkook’s victory earlier in the day, several people stopped to congratulate him throughout the afternoon. he was hard to miss and he was also just a generally well-known person around town.

  that was precisely why you were scared shitless that someone was going to recognize either of you committing vandalism. 

  “you’re covering me, right?”

  “i am, but can you hurry up?” you demanded through gritted teeth, trying to look over your shoulder to see if anyone was looking your way without looking suspicious.

  from the unassuming eye, it looked like you and jungkook were merely engaged in conversation. . .but facing the tree. you were sat cross-legged, turned to the tree as if it was another person talking amongst yourselves. instead, you were trying to cover jungkook carving into the wood.

  you shook your head. “i can’t believe our names are still on this.”

  “we did say it would be forever,” jungkook reminded you and if he wasn’t holding a pocket knife in his hands, you would’ve shoved him over.

  you always remembered that your and jungkook’s names lived on the bark of a random tree in town. there was no way you could forget the scolding the two of you received for defacing town property. 

  “what if they notice? we’re adults now, we could get charged for this,” you said.

  “then we say it was always like this,” jungkook concluded and caught your eye. “what? what are they gonna do, tell my mom and your grandpa?” 

  at that, you did let out a laugh. “i can’t imagine what they’re thinking, watching us from up there.”

  then, jungkook clicked his pocket knife close and scooted over on the grass, as he’d been blocking his work from your view the entire time. he made the initials deeper into the wood, ensuring that it wasn’t going anywhere, and added a heart around the letters. once depicting you and jungkook as friends “4ever,” it was now framed by the heart and shifted its meaning altogether. 

  “they likely made a bet about us getting together and the winner is probably rejoicing,” you suspected and jungkook nodded in agreement, snickering under his breath. 

  your hands grazed over the carved design and you thought back to the moment where the two of you first sat under the same tree. 

  jungkook said, “pretty good first date, huh? scammed some booths out of their prizes, pissed off the entirety of amber valley elementary and we vandalized town property.” he looked pleased with himself leaning against the tree and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

  with your legs stretched out and the crime completed, you were able to relax underneath the protection of the leafy branches. “mhm, definitely a first date that i’ll never forget,” you laughed, placing your head on jungkook’s chest. 

  the two of you bought an ice cream float for old times sake and jungkook brought it closer to you, so that you wouldn’t have to move. it seemed to be a constant - jungkook doing things for you just because. just because he didn’t want you to do it yourself. just because he wanted to do something for you.

  “i have arms, you know,” you joked, but took a sip regardless. 

  he responded, unfazed, “i know.” 

  the smile the two of you shared confirmed your thoughts. whether you were kids and jungkook walked you home every time just because or you were adults and jungkook wanted to spend his whole day fixing your windows just because. that was just how he was always going to be for you.

  “well, do you know that a first date implies that there’s going to be a second date?” you decided to be bold for once, as all your anxieties evaporated when you accepted that jungkook was both your best friend and a person you held feelings for - a coexistence that you realized was possible and even exciting.

  jungkook scoffed. “second date? did you not see the tree, you’re stuck with me forever.” his joke resulted in you playfully hitting his chest. 

  “did you just curse me with some witchcraft on this tree or something?”

  “rock hard, huh?” he asked, ignoring your accusation and was referring to you hitting his chest. “trust me, i know.” jungkook flexed his arm muscles and although he was kidding around, it was quite impressive and distracting.

  “i’m totally objectifying you right now, by the way. i can admit that now, right?” you smirked. “‘cause i’ve been checking you out for months.”

  at that, jungkook genuinely appeared to be a bit sheepish, his ears first turning pink like they always do. “drink your float, man,” he insisted, using it as a tool to shut you up. you nearly choked from holding in your laugh as you took another sip, which made him laugh, too.

  you sat up slightly, but still mostly laying your body weight on your jungkook, only to crane your neck to see the letters carved onto the tree. the carving waited for you two for years to return. a part of you couldn’t believe that it was jungkook you were stealing kisses and blushing from. 

  “but, for real,” jungkook spoke, now also looking at his handy work. “a second date is nothing when the tree says you’re stuck with me. that means you’re my girl.”

  he held your chin with his free hand so that you could look into his eyes as he declared the last part. jungkook’s gaze was warm and you now understood what it was like to feel butterflies in your stomach. it was always one of those things that you read about in books and couldn’t comprehend. you understood the moon and stars and you understood economics and science. this moment with jungkook was a pair of fresh eyes that opened your heart to a feeling of completeness that felt like it had always been there. 

  “wow, you’re not even going to ask me? this is the worst confession ever,” you managed to tease, your smile failing to fight the happiness spreading throughout your body. 

  jungkook retorted, “i saw it in your eyes, you were about to ask me first. i had to beat you to the punch, you know i hate letting you win things.”

  “i think i won either way here,” you beamed, placing your head back onto jungkook’s chest. you could feel his heart beating loudly, but he didn’t seem to mind and planted a kiss on your forehead. jungkook wanted you to know how much this moment meant to him, too. 

  your first summer back in amber valley was nothing you expected. your grandfather’s last wishes for you were for you to discover nature and what it meant to make real connections with people. it was a head first journey that you embarked on, all by yourself. yet, months later, you found yourself surrounded by a family you found yourself and the beauty of a town that you thought was forever going to only live in your memories and dreams. you found belonging. 

  jungkook taught you that home wasn’t a place. home was the sunday market with friends. home was doing things you would have never imagined yourself doing, like salsa dancing and paddle boarding. home lived in watching your hard work bloom into something greater than yourself, with each harvest and each morning you spent feeding your animals. home was even a person - a horse-riding man who was unselfish at his core and loved breakfast for dinner. 

  you dreaded the end of the night, as it seemed like the midsummer festival was a blissful magic that you never wanted to end. you could have lived in this moment forever. 

  “goodnight, bunny. i’ll see you tomorrow,” jungkook said, as the two of you stood at the doorstep of the farmhouse. he leaned down and met you in a soft kiss, where he murmured a thank you against your lips for the perfect day you shared.

  there, you realized that the magic didn’t have to end. there was always a tomorrow to look forward to when everyday was a new day to fall more and more in love with your best friend. the magic in the air didn’t even have to end when the last of the summer heat turned into the first chill of autumn, amidst the shifting hues of the leaves. the magic kept you warm throughout the winter and blossomed in the springtime. 

  for the first time in your life, you no longer had to walk away from jungkook come the rain of september. when you were younger, it seemed like the magic of amber valley only existed in the warmer months. summer was a special place in your heart and the memories of your youth, but home was something that stood by you through the changing seasons.

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @shellyyy177 @myseokjinji @teddybeartaetae @jalexad @sstrongstyle @wobblewobble822 @seokout @taiwan0618 @firelcrds @xwniazx

[skyisntthere]

When I'm ready, It'll be you.

Sebastian SDV X G/N Reader

warnings; Mentions of cheating, Angst (with fluff at the end). if i missed any let me know!

Plot; You caught your boyfriend from Zuzu city cheating on you so you went home to pelican town to be comforted by your best friend Sebastian

Word count; around 900!

a/n; Heya! its my first fanfic on tumblr, honestly a little nervous about this. please feel free to request or ask me a question, always happy to talk!!

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There were tears running down your face, luckily the rain covered it up. You knew you would get sick if you stayed out but who cared? You certainly did not after all he broke your heart. 

Was it silly that you thought something was going great in your life for him to rip it away so easily, like those months, years meant nothing to him at all. Now you were waiting, just patiently waiting for someone to say ‘I told you so’ making you feel like the town's clown, a laughing stock. 

You knew it wouldn't work really, moving to pelican town while he stayed in Zuzu city. He promised he stayed for work when you knew it was for her as why else would she be in his bed when you arrived on your visit. Now you were at the top of the mountains standing, looking down at the clouds of mist covering Pelican town wishing, praying someone wouldn't notice. Who goes out in the rain anyways? 

You wanted to scream, to yell as loud as you could until your lungs bled. “Hey” you jumped as Sebastian appeared out of nowhere. For ages you tried to convince the emo guy to get out his basement and the one time he did, you wish he didn't. You couldn't look at the man next to you wishing he would get the hint and leave. “What are you doing out in the rain?” He asked, you stayed staring, you loved your friend but you told yourself you didn't need him now, even though you needed him more than ever. 

You and Sebastian just clicked when you met him, you respected his work and often hung out with him and his group of friends, if life was a game you would have a full bar of friendship with the guy. He was your best friend, the one that makes living here worth it. “Are you ignoring me?” Sebastian looked down at the ground thinking what he's done wrong. You looked at him, if it was possible you felt your heart hurt more. 

Sebastian looked at you studying your facial expressions, your eyes lost the shine they once had, you looked tired… hurt. “What happened?” He asked. “Why are you crying? Are you home sick, i can take you-” you shook your head. “No! No, I just got back” You managed to spit out. “Right, let's have a cigarette, a moment to calm down and then you're telling me all about it” Sebastian offered you a cigarette which you accepted. Lighting the cigarette you inhaled the smoke in. When you exhaled the smoke you felt like you were watching the pain disappear with the comfort of your best friend.   

It was quiet, all you heard was rain hitting the ground, you could tell Sebastian regretted not bringing out an umbrella but you knew it wouldn't be long till you headed to his room. When the two of you finished your cigarettes he softly took your hand and dragged you towards his house. He knew you would try to sneak away, you were stubborn and thought you could handle everything on your own. You went down to his room, he gave you a pair of clothes and disappeared. 

You debated getting changed but you did not want to upset your best friend. After a while of waiting for him he came back down with two mugs of coffee. You smiled as you took it, as he sat next to you on his sofa. Sebastian stayed silent as he knew in your own time you would open up. He wasn't one to rush you and it was one of your favourite things about him. 

“He cheated on me Seb” You muttered it was more like a whisper. “He did what?” Sebastian said in shock. “What a jerk? I feel like taking my motor-" Sebastian caught himself quickly and looked at you, as you looked down at your cup he lifted your chin with his finger. “Hey, He’s not worth it!” He looked softly at you. “He never deserved you anyway and now you never need to go back there” you nodded. He was right, no more wasting money on trips or begging people to help with the farm work while you were gone. 

You started to feel better at the same time noticing the physical contact Sebastian did, you felt your cheeks burn a little as Sebastian was known for the lack of emotions. “Besides, I know it's early but there are some fine people here ya know” He piped up… was he talking about himself? The feelings you buried deep down for your best friend started to rise up. “Yeah I suppose so… wanna set me up with sam?” you tried holding in your laughter but it failed and you both were laughing. It was nothing against Sam, but he wasn't exactly your type. “Thanks Seb” Sebastian smiled back as thunder echoed from outside. “You can stay here if you want, I can sleep on the sofa” He said calmly, acting like he wasn't mentally throwing a party as his soulmate was now single, but this is Sebastian, he would wait a million years for you.  

As you looked at the time on your phone you agreed to staying, it was already pretty late anyways. You and Sebastian spoke for hours. He then asked if you wanted to watch some movie he had and you agreed. You sat next to him on his bed and started watching the movie. As you two were watching the movie you rested your head on his shoulder and your eyelids began to close, Sebastian noticed you were asleep and put his head on yours, after the movie ended he lightly kissed your head and moved to the sofa to get some sleep. 

You weren't ready for someone else, but you knew when you were, it would be him. It would always be Sebastian.

[acehoons]

zb1’s reactions to their idol!s/o’s performance at an award show . . !

☆! ot9 x reader. fluff. 740 words. requested. ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ[ 🎧 ] now playing . . favorite girl by justin bieber

a/n: reader is only a best friend in yujin’s part! you can look at it romantically but it was not written that way.

% . . kim jiwoong

literally the MOST excited

has to physically stop himself from jumping in his seat once the hosts announce that your group was about to perform next

does not gaf if there are cameras, he WILL cheer you on

smiling the whole time lmao

brags to the other zb1 members about you

“see that? that’s my s/o!!!”

has dozens of fancams of him hyping you up from where he’s sat

your biggest fanboy, i swear

more utc.

% . . zhang hao

turns into a pageant mom

has his eyes glued to the screen, monitoring your moves

honestly fans thought he was upset at u or something, but in reality he was just so utterly focused and transfixed by you

smiles so wide by the time your performance finishes

won’t be able to talk to you right after because of the show

but expect a tight hug when the two of you meet backstage

“i’m so proud of you”

if he cries no you did not see it. yeah you did

% . . sung hanbin

another proud mom bf

is probably the loudest person in that venue/stadium

cheers your name extra loud during your group’s fanchant

forces the other members to cheer you on as well

has a clip of him trending online where he could be heard screaming

“go [y/n]! that’s my girl/boy!”

acts all shy after your performance ends

like he didn’t just yell at the top of his lungs moments ago

is just so incredibly happy for you

% . . seok matthew

smiling the whole time

this boy’s cheeks r probably gonna ache from how wide he’s smiling throughout the performance

would def sing along to your parts

tells the other members about how hard you’ve been practicing

“s/he practiced that high note for an entire week!!!”

can be seen taking videos of you on stage

will melt if you look at him mid-song

doesn’t care if people are filming him

his attention is all on YOU

% . . kim taerae

clapping the whole time

his eyes will never leave u i swear

cheers during your adlibs

def the type to praise u A LOT after performance

“babe you were AMAZING !!!”

laughs when he sees videos and photos of him reacting to your performance online

even shares some memes with you

he doesn’t mind it, just shows that he’s probably the proudest bf in the world when u perform

% . . shen quanrui

tries not to react much at first

gotta keep that cold image,, or so he thinks

def forgets that he’s supposed to be stoic and yells during your part

claps extra loudly and gives u a standing ovation after your performance

tries to praise you after but just gets embarrassed and shy

“you did.. well..”

might have secretly bought some flowers to give u after the show

i mean,, you deserve it right

% . . kim gyuvin

BOY

the stadium is going to SHAKE with how loud this mans is

cheers louder than ur fans istg

the type to be dancing with you during your performance

doesn’t care if and when the staff scolds him lmao what r they gonna do??? kick him out???

you could even hear his voice in one of the fancams for ur performance

“LET’S GO [Y/N] !!!!!!!”

will absolutey lose his mind if you get a killing part

someone save this boy

% . . park gunwook

will try his best not to cheer too loud

but he’ll lose his composure during your part and just screech

like. pterodactyl screaming.

prepare your ears after because this boy is not going to let you go until he’s praised you a thousand times

you thought your fans were loud? wait til’ you hear him backstage

“[Y/N]YOUWEREAMAZINGIMSOPROUDYOUDIDSO—”

will take photos of your performance and post it online to brag to everyone

i swear he’s probably the president of your fansclub or something

% . . han yujin

is absolutey mesmerized by you

his boba eyes would be twinkling while he watched you perform

would probably be speechless, unsure of how to react

wouldn’t even be able to cheer or clap for you, because he’s just, so shocked !!

“woah.. s/he’s so good..”

would congratulate you by giving you a real tight hug backstage

will definitely want to watch all of your other live performances from now on

you just got yourself another fanboy

acehoons © 2023

[666writingcafe]

Level Four

Content Warning: unhinged Simeon, degradation/name-calling

Your next challenge is outside. Be sure to stretch beforehand.

After changing into something I can exercise in, I leave my room and head outside. Whoever I'm up against next must be hiding; I can't see them anywhere. I almost think about heading back inside and texting Asmo, but then it dawns on me.

Maybe they're waiting for me to stretch first before making their appearance known. If that's the case, then Asmo's note makes perfect sense.

I spend a few minutes loosening my muscles up. Sure enough, as soon as I'm finished, someone sneaks up behind me and whispers menacingly,

"Start running." My body moves on its own, recognizing the danger it's in. It's not until I've entered the woods behind the manor that my mind catches up and spurs me on. Hearing loud, maniacal laughter echoing through the trees makes me turn my run into a full-on sprint.

Perhaps I would have been better off with a serial killer. At least that guy would have been human, and I'd have a shot of outlasting him in a chase. Now, I'm merely pushing back the inevitable of getting caught, and then who knows what will happen?

Suddenly, something launches at me and tackles me to the ground, knocking the air out of my lungs.

"You're a sick little sheep, you know that?" My eyes widen as I take in Simeon's appearance on top of me. Never in a million years would I have thought that he would participate in something like this, and yet...

"Oh, don't play dumb." His eyes appear to glow angrily in the reduced light of the woods. "You know exactly what you did."

"Can't...breathe..." I wheeze. Quickly, Simeon gets off me, but as soon as I get up and catch my breath, he grabs me from behind and backs up against a tree.

"Honestly, I'm surprised you made it this far into your test. I thought you would have gave into your lust like the little whore that you are." Simeon tightens his grip, causing me to yelp.

I'm sure someone in my position would protest to being called a whore, but I can't argue with the truth. When it comes to supernatural beings, I am a complete and total slut.

And nearly every part of me is screaming at Simeon to treat me like one, right here in these very woods. I know he wants to; his daydreams about me prove as much.

The only sane part of me forces me to stomp on his foot and take off running again. After a moment's hesitation, Simeon follows me close behind.

I nearly pass the note pinned to the tree completely, but it sticks out just enough from the rest of my surroundings that I manage to snatch it in my hands before Simeon catches me again. It takes us a few moments for us to calm down, neither one of us saying anything to the other.

Simeon's the first to break the silence.

"Well, that was fun." I would laugh at his statement, but I'm still a bit winded from all the running I did. I settle on telling him,

"You're weird."

"Never said I was normal."

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351

[astoldbychae]

Questions for OC Couples: Marguerite & Scar (The Most Toxic Duo) 🥴

1. Where and how did they meet? Online (Meet & Mingle Dating App). She swiped right & He wasted no time "sliding in her DMs" or whatever.

2. Was it love at first sight? Love? Nah...Lust? Absolutely!

3. If it was not love at first sight, how and when did they know it was love? Love hasn't really entered the chat for these two just yet, honestly. Things are still relatively new-ish and they're currently caught up in the rapture of intense lust. All they do is fuss, fight, & fuck (in that order). However, He does care about her quite a bit. She's always hot or cold when it comes to him, so mamas is just vibing at this point. They really haven't shared that "singing from the diaphragm like a 90s R&B love song" type of I love you just yet.

4. What feature(s) do they find most attractive about their partner? For him it's her eyes, feet, mouth 😏, NOLA-esque accent, and ass. For her it's the scar on his face, his bottom lip (specifically), his tongue, and (most importantly) his dick. THESE TWO ARE NASTY!

5. What traits / personality aspects do they like most about their partner? She loves the fact that he's Jealous. He loves that she's Evil (he really has a love/hate relationship with her smart mouth). Aside from all that she loves that he is Protective, Artsy, and about his business. He loves how Independent, Ambitious, and Adventurous she is.

6. Do they have any habits their partner finds annoying? For him, it's how much she curses and her tendency to "cut him off" during their conversation (Respectfully, respect is a BIG thing for him. It's a pet peeve for someone to over talk/dismiss him). For her, it's his alcohol consumption.

7. Is there anything about their partner they would like to change? He would really love for her to let him finish his sentences (especially during their "heated debates"). She would love for him to cut back on the Cognac. However, these two are so damn toxic that I think they feed off of this behavior. Their little cycle: She starts argument, He gets pissed cause she won't listen to a word he's saying (so he ends up walking off pissed and gets a drink to calm his nerves), He gets tipsy (and those eyes get reaaallll low), She tries to continue the argument but somehow ends up folded like a damn pretzel, screaming his name at the tip top her lungs with her wig swingin' from the chandelier. 😩 THESE TWO GET ON MY NERVESSSSSS. Lol.

8. Where did they have their first date? Bella's Lounge (An upscale strip club)...it was Marguerite's idea.

9. When and where did they have their first kiss? After their "first date," they ended up back at Scar's place (He has a condo in Del Sol Valley for when he's there on business). They smoked and ended up fuckin. He was kissing, sucking, and biting all over her. He wanted her to "see how good she tastes," so he kissed her after giving her head. It wasn't romantic necessarily but it was definitely transcendental. 🙃Honestly, this moment is what got her evil ass hooked! It was one hell of a night!

10. How long have they been together? About 7, maybe 8 months

11. Will they stay together for a long time? I have no clue but some part of me has doubts. She gets the whim to break up with him at least once a week. She is always finding a way to push his buttons and he reciprocates that energy (sometimes) because He knows it gets to her.

12. Do they have many problems in the relationship or just a few? Or none? ABSOLUTELYYYYY. Half the time I'm clueless on what their problems are about BUT they stay beefin with each other, just to make up. However, He has the Hates Children trait...and she has 3 (and would like to have more). She hasn't brought her kids around him (but he showed up to her shop once and ended up meeting her oldest daughter briefly...and they somehow now despise each other). Overall, their communication could use A LOT of work (and is the root of ALL their problems) mainly because of her.

13. Is there a big age difference between the partners, a small difference or are they the same age? Nope. She's 31 and He's 36.

14. Do other people approve or disapprove of the relationship? Yup! There's some disapproval...on Marguerite's side. Scar likes to keep his dating life private (primarily with his line of work). He did tell his brother about their relationship, he just hasn't been introduced to her yet (He's in Chestnut Ridge and his brother is in San Myshuno).

15. If someone disapproves of the relationship, who is it, and why do they disapprove? GeGe (Marguerite's oldest daughter) HATES him off of one interaction. She snitches to her dad about him during their chatty family calls...which causes Melo to be weary of the relationship (cause he doesn't play about his girls).

16. Does the couple care if people disapprove of them being together? Nope.

17. Are they married? No ma'am! Lol

18. If they’re not married, do they want to be? I believe Marguerite does but I'm not sure it'll be to him. She's very much still in love with her ex-husband (although He has moved on). Scar has never been married and hasn't really thought too much about it. She's tried to talk to him about marriage a few times and each time he gets a bit tense and autonomously sparks a blunt. However, Melo did get a random ass call from her asking what she should do because she found a ring in Scar's bag...He told her that if she had to come to him about it then it must not be serious...and it's been crickets on the topic! I personally think she was just lying and trying to be messy. Which is what she does best!

19. Would they elope, have a small intimate wedding, big fancy wedding, or something else? If She were to get married again, she would elope. She's a loner and doesn't really care for people that much. She is all for a beautiful moment with just her and her man. As for him, marriage hasn't crossed his mind like that.

20. Where would they go on their honeymoon or dream vacation? Tartosa! She's got expensive ass villas saved on her phone as we speak. She may not go all out for the wedding BUT the honeymoon is going to be EVERYTHING! Knowing her, she most likely will try to make this into a "world tour," visiting SEVERAL expensive ass villas around the simverse!

21. Do they have any children? Do they want any? She has 3 and would like more. Him on the other hand...🙃 (between you and me...He's got one that he doesn't know about...and he may just blow a blood vessel when/if he finds out) *grabs popcorn*

22. What is their favourite thing to do together? Argue & Fuck. Listen, these two are just unhinged, toxic, and nasty. This is all they do! It's probably why she's always fussin' at him, she wants to go on more dates but he can get tunnel vision and laser focused on work. 15th Street ain't gonna run itself now! Lol.

23. Where is their favourite place to go together? Strip Clubs and this Soul Food spot in Lykke Center, Windenburg. It's honestly a hidden gem.

24. Do they have a song? Blackstreet - Deep ... 😑 (Scar has this on repeat...and I wanna kick him in the shins because of it!)

25. Do they have any pet names / nicknames for each other? He calls her "NuNu". She calls him "Handsome" or...wait for it "Daddy" 🙄

26. Are they jealous? Y-E-S. He is! She's just evil, possessive, & loves to argue (so maybe she is too but he actually has the trait! Lol).

27. Is this a first relationship for either of them? Nope. She's divorced (Melo's ex-wife) and hasn't had any other real relationship since. He has had quite a few situationships but nothing serious honestly. For a bulk of his young adult years he was incarcerated. Since he's been out, he's back to focusing on business. To him, "pussy is pussy" (in his words) but he does care about Marguerite more than he has any other fling...so that counts for something (I guess). I personally would love for him to give his heart to someone. I feel that he is capable of doing so (but my game has a mind of it's own).

28. How do they show affection for each other? Fussin' & Fuckin...a kiss, massage, or a kind gesture here and there but right now...it's just Fuss, Fight, Fuck...and repeat. 😒 Imma need them to find a new cycle of affection cause I'm tired!

29. How do they cheer their partner up when they’re sad? Good question...It's rare that either one of them ever gets sad. Honestly, the only emotion that they express on the regular is being Angry or Tense...and they fuck that away (whenever they're near each other). So I'm sure they'd find a way to fuck the sadness away, knowing them. It may not be the healthiest thing but they be communicating with each other's bodies & releasing whatever emotion is bottled up during their pretzel folding, wig swingin' sessions. 😣

30. Is either of the partners a ‘hopeless romantic’? Nope. Not at all. Nowhere close. 😂

Thanks for the ask @prin-ces-a 💛

[findmeintheferns]

your bestfriend’s roommate

(part two)

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: you ignore your new dealer for a week, guilty about giving in to the way she made you feel. However, when your boyfriend betrays your trust, you find yourself running right back to her.

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: dealer ellie/reader, smut, alcohol use, angst, not proof-read (yet), sorry it took so long lmao

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2.3k

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: ellie williams (TLOU) x reader

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“You’re pathetic.” You huff, frowning at your reflection staring back at you in the mirror. It was 11:30pm on a Tuesday and you were drinking alone in your dorm. Today had sucked, well, technically yesterday. You hadn’t been feeling great in general, it had been a week since the incident with Ellie and you were trying to ignore the guilt that wouldn’t go away. She texted you a few times, but you didn’t reply, you didn’t even tell Dina what happened. Then on top of that, you failed an exam that was worth 50% of your final grade and spilt your iced coffee all down your favourite white dress (in front of a huge line of people waiting for their Starbucks). That wasn’t it though, no the real cherry on top was what happened once you got back to your room.

“Did you know that jellyfish are 95% water?” Dina stares at you, awaiting your response to her very important question. She was walking you back to your dorm in hopes that you would feel slightly less embarrassed about wearing a now brown & patchy dress.

“I was unaware” you reply, still facing the ground and kicking the occasional pebble.

“They don’t have a brain, or lungs, or a heart. They are literally blobs of fluid & muscle how fucking weird is that” she explains, clearly very worked up by this discovery.

“Thank you for this information Dina, I am now deeply disturbed”.

She giggles at your response and grabs your face so that her palms are squishing your cheeks, forcing you to be staring directly into her eyes.

“C’mon grumpy pants! It was one bad day and it’s nearly over; it can’t get much worse than this. If anyone can get through it, it’s you.”

You roll your eyes at her, but she knows deep down you’re grateful to have her as a friend. You could always count on her to cheer you up. You grab your keys and fumble to unlock the door, turning to Dina at the same time,

“We’re at my dorm which means we are binge watching the entire Twilight saga tonight.”

“Whatever will make you happy” she laughs, but it’s cut short by a loud gasp as soon as you finally open the door.

“What the actual fuck?!” you yell, unable to believe what’s happening right in front of you. Your boyfriend, completely naked, fucking the girl he told you not to worry about countless times, in your own goddamn room. Is this karma? It must be, although you stopped things with Ellie before it went this far.

“Get out. Oh my god, get fucking out! We are done Alex. So fucking done!!” you scream, most definitely causing a scene because you can hear the crowd of people gathering behind you desperately trying to figure out what had happened.

“Wait- no, y/n please I can explain-”

“You heard her. Get out.” Dina doesn’t let him finish his sentence, which is good because if you had to open your mouth again you would most likely just break down crying.

You were honestly surprised by how upset you were. You had been contemplating breaking up with him all week anyway. After that night with Ellie, you felt things Alex hadn’t made you feel your whole relationship, so that was a definitely a sign. At the end of the day though, you trusted him, this was betrayal you would never get over, which meant losing a friend.

So, yeah, a shitty day was an understatement. You asked Dina to leave right after it happened, you just wanted to be alone, but now that’s the last thing you want. You were done wallowing in self-pity, and you knew exactly where you were going to go. You didn’t text, you just stormed right out of your dorm and made your way down the hall. Dina was staying at Jesse’s tonight, so you didn’t have to worry about her. You do wish however that you had thought about the temperature before leaving your heated dorm. You were only wearing a little pair of pyjama shorts & a cropped tank top but fuck it, the bottle of straight vodka in your hand would warm you up soon enough. It didn’t take long to arrive at Ellie’s, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as you raised your hand to knock on the door. You knocked three times, but no answer. It took a solid 5 times before you heard an angry,

“What do you fucking want?”, which made you think maybe you should leave, but before you could she was standing right in front of you. Her face softened instantly, clearly not expecting it to be you at the door.

“Oh, y/n. Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to yell at you.” You watch as she takes in your appearance, her expression changing to what seemed to be concern. She saw the bottle, the lack of clothing and the tear-stained mascara trail that you had forgotten to remove from your cheeks.

“Hey, you okay?” she coos, moving closer to you. You honestly didn’t know how to reply because no, you weren’t okay, but you didn’t really feel like talking about it.

“Can I please just come in?” you sigh.

“Yeah of course, here” she moves towards you, pulling off her baggy sweater, “Arms up.”

You don’t want her to be cold, but you’re freezing and tired so you’re not really in a place to argue. You lift your arms up and she places the sweater on you, it smells exactly like her. Putting her hand on your waist she guides you inside to sit on her bed. You take a big gulp of your vodka, grimacing at the taste but kind of enjoying the burn.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you ask.

By the look on her face, you could tell she wanted to grab that bottle right out of your hand and pour it down the sink, she just didn’t feel comfortable enough to yet.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she replies.

You take another swig from the bottle, “because,” you frown “because I’ve seen you around school. I’ve seen you with other people. You’re not soft like this, you don’t take other people’s shit. You always look so tough. Plus, I’ve completely ghosted you this week.”

She moves closer to you, gently removing the bottle from your hand.

“Y/n,” She whispers, moving your hair behind your ear so it could no longer cover your face “What happened?”

You couldn’t help but fall into her touch, she was being so tender with you, which is all you could ask for right now.

“T’s so stupid I shouldn’t even care” you sob, burying your face into your hands.

“I won’t think its stupid, I promise.” She reassures.

You look up at her, she does look genuinely worried for someone who should hate you.

“I walked in on Alex, he was having sex with that girl I told you about, his best friend. On top of that it was in my bed too ugh, yuck.” You groan.

Ellie jumps up so quickly you barely notice it happen, “I’ll kill him.” She spits, gritting her teeth.

You laugh, “I wouldn’t object, but you forget I did basically the same thing first.”

Ellie didn’t find that statement very funny “I didn’t even fuck you!” She exclaims, “I mean, sorry, we didn’t take things that far. What a piece of shit. I’m sorry y/n.” She calms down and sits back beside you, clearly regretting her previous wording.

You couldn’t hide it anymore, you were drunk. I mean, it’s not like you were known for holding your alcohol well, but this was pretty bad even for you. You adjust so that you’re facing her, legs crossed.

“The thing is, I was going to break up with him anyway, I thought what I felt for him was normal, but maybe I never really did love him as more than a friend. It hurts more that I’ve lost someone I trusted.” You sigh.

Ellie looks at you, sort of puzzled.

“What I’m trying to say is,” you move your face closer to hers “You’ve made me feel things I didn’t think I could feel, things he never made me feel, in such a short time too. I want to know you, Ellie. I can’t stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try.”

You didn’t have to say anything else because Ellie closed the gap between the two of you, placing her lips softly on yours. She moved her hand around your waist, pulling you onto her lap. You cupped her cheeks, wanting to be as close to her as possible. She was a really good kisser, much better than Alex ever had been. You tried to fasten the pace, but she continued to be delicate, gently stroking your thigh and making your stomach fill with butterflies. You pull away, admiring her features, “I need you, I want you to touch every part of me.”

“I know, and I will, but not right now. It wouldn’t be right, you’re drunk, remember?" She smiled.

As much as you wanted her, you couldn’t help but agree. The second you stopped distracting yourself with her touch you could feel how drowsy you were becoming. Ellie laughed at your sleepy expression, “Sleep here, that way you won’t have to deal with the gross memories back in your dorm.”

You don’t have the energy to do anything other than nod. She lifts you off her lap and lays down, gesturing for you to come lay on her chest. You wonder if she had every been this vulnerable and gentle with someone before. She pulls her blanket over the top of both of you and before you know it, you’re fast asleep with her arms wrapped around you, making you feel incredibly safe.

When you wake up the room is pitch black, it must be early in the morning. It takes you a moment to remember where you are, but the calloused fingers wrapped around your waist remind you. Ellie was still spooning you, her face nestled into your neck. You wished she was awake, because you’re not feeling so tired anymore. You push yourself back, pressing your ass against her. She was fast asleep, so you didn’t expect a reaction, but suddenly Ellie was gripping you tighter and grinding herself against you. This just turned you on more then you already were. You continued to grind, quickening the pace until you heard a low “fuck” slip out of Ellie’s mouth.

“You’re awake?” you ask quietly.

“Mhmm” she responds, still sleepy “How are you feeling?

Horny, you thought. Obviously, you weren’t about to say that out loud.

“Sober” you reply.

“Wonderful, that means I can do this.” Ellie rolls over so that she’s now on top of you, kissing your neck. She moves her way up so that your lips are connected. This kiss however was not like the one before, no this was much different. It was rougher, more desperate, like she had grown tired of restraining herself all night. You let out a moan as she sucks on your bottom lip, causing her to press her thigh between your legs.

“Can I fuck you?” she whispers softly into your ear.

“Please” you groan instantaneously.

Once Ellie knew it was okay, she helped you sit up, basically ripping off your tank top and shorts. You wanted her undressed too. You quickly pulled her shirt over her shoulders before she pressed you back down onto the bed. Ellie slipped her hand inside your panties, touching you in all the right places.

“So fucking wet for me.” She groaned, “This okay?”

You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You have no idea what Alex was doing wrong because it had never felt this good before. She teases you, slowly pushing her fingers inside you but taking them out as soon as they filled you up. You push yourself down onto her fingers, whining, in hopes that she’ll fuck you, but she continues to tease.

“Poor princess, so desperate for me huh?” she smirks, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel so good okay?”

She presses herself inside you again, but this time she stays there. She’s doing something with her fingers, you have no idea what it is, just that it feels fucking good. You kiss at her neck while she continues pushing herself deep inside you, dragging your nails down her back causing her to let out a loud groan. Ellie can’t take her eyes off you, seeing you so vulnerable, knowing she’s probably the only person who has made you feel this good.

“So pretty when I fuck you.” She mumbles, slightly out of breath.

You’re so close to falling over the edge, which quite frankly surprises you, because no one has ever made you cum before. You didn’t tell Ellie this though, you knew how cocky she would get, she’d never let it go. She pulls herself out from inside you and begins to quickly rub her fingers against your clit.

“I’m so close. Fuck.” You moan, drunk on how good she feels.

She leans down and whispers into your ear, “Good girl, cum for me. Just like that.”

This sends you over the edge and you cum harder than you’ve ever been able to make yourself. You bury yourself in Ellie’s neck, already sleepy again.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that” you whisper. Ellie just laughs, gesturing for you to roll over. She plays with your hair and kisses your back, it feels so heavenly that it isn’t long before you’re already asleep again, smiling to yourself.

[notagamersdey]

The Edge of Sleep TV Show Review

I’m pleasantly surprised - Full spoiler Warning for the podcast, book and show.

Okay, so I’m a big admirer of marks projects and his channel. I look up to him as a filmmaker. So when I listened to the podcast I was enthralled. I really love the podcast as it is filled with excellent visual storytelling, narrative and is just overall very interesting to me. the book is another story. I bought the book to support the creators of the podcast, and hearing it was going to be similar to what the show was going to be, I thought “what the hell”. Do I regret buying it? A little. The book is wholeheartedly hard to read, the characters became one dimensional and utterly useless and I hate to say annoying. It was tough and after I finished it, I was annoyed that this was the version the show was going to take after.

Well I just binged the show and while I still think the story from the podcast is better. The TV show is a better version of the book. The TV show took away all the aspects of the characters I hated, kept the new scenes and edited them in a way that wasn’t too in your face and added new things that I wasn’t expecting. The only thing that I am disappointed about is the show and book getting rid of the psycho character from the podcast. It’s the first hint we get about the elephant after Dave’s first dream and the whole psycho arc and how he ends up interacting with the characters was very interesting. So I think keeping at least that side story would’ve elevated the tv show a little more.

I’m also surprised by the acting. I had no doubt that mark was a good actor and has gotten better over the years of working on his own projects but I held a little bit of skepticism for this project because of how long ago it was made. You can kinda tell in the first episode that he’s still kinda getting used to being Dave which is not a bad thing. For someone who is self made, I was expecting this and was impressed that he was able to hone it in quickly as quickly as he did. There’s been a few YouTubers or “influencers” that come out in movies in recent years and it’s usually god awful. By the 3rd episode, mark was no longer Mark.

also

Honestly, yes intimacy comes with acting but I wasn’t expecting him to go all in. I’ve never seen him as a person to give affection in front of a camera so it was kind of a shock to see it so plainly. And when Katie died his reaction was *muah* chefs kiss. I’m a sucker for angst and hurt/comfort. And him just stuttering and unable to breathe with guilt and anguish really ughhh! I loved it! Screaming in these situations in film is, sorry to say, over done. Usually feels fake. But idk, when he started asking for more adrenaline I felt it. Props. Man props. It was awesome. And i also wanted to mention that as I was watching I noticed that he seemed more at ease (in character) when he was acting against Lio. I’m not sure if it’s because they became friends, if he’s more comfortable using intimacy or love as a source of emotion in his acting, or what but those were, in my opinion, his best scenes. And props to Lio as well, but I know they can act. But I’m praising mark because I know YouTubers that are serious about acting or filmmaking have trouble being taken seriously in Hollywood. So honestly, as a independent filmmaker who looks up to mark, I’m honestly proud to have supported him and will continue to support him in the future.

anyways, sorry for this wordy rant yall. you guys know the plan. Get it to top ten and Iron Lung here we come!

also, I know it’s essentially his name but a part of me was kind of peeved they put Markiplier in the credits instead of his full name. He’s said in the past that execs and directors and such have only been interested in him because of the amount of followers/subs he has so to me using markiplier just felt like it was because of that. Trying to appeal to his followers or use his name for clout. Obviously it’s whatever makes the show be successful but still. At least as exec producer his full name?? Idk. That’s me.

[larry-22-blog]

Period Complications part 4

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"You sure you're going to be fine without me?" Erling asked for the tenth time that evening.

"Baby, you already made sure everything is perfect, I have water here, food, snacks, phone, charger, remote, everything. Now go and do what you love!" I gestured with my hands to leave.

He has a game to play.

I'll be fine for a few hours without him.

"I may have done something else..." he said, leaning over me to kiss me, shirtless.

"Erling, what..." before I could finish the sentence someone bangs into the room, "where is the party?! Oh, my eyes!! PDA you guys!" She joked.

Olivia.

Why is she here? I was texting her not too long ago and she didn't mention she was going to come to see me or anything.

If looks could kill, the look I was giving Erling right now would have surely done the job.

"I must have forgotten to tell you I asked Olivia to come to keep you company while I'm gone. Oops, my bad, gotta go though, see you later girls, have fun!!" He kissed me one last time, before taking his shirt and jogging out of the room.

"He's... something..." Olivia said as she threw herself on the bed, on my side, since I was on Erling's.

"Now, what are we gonna watch babe?" She asked, taking the remote and scrolling through the recommendations.

"Something short, I want to watch the game after"

"Should I go make some popcorn?" She asked.

"I'll come with you," I said, slowly getting up.

"You sure? Won't Erling kill me if I let you leave the bed?" She asked worriedly.

"Nah, Erling is a softie, my baby kitten" I giggled, he's really like a baby kitten.

I love him.

"To you maybe, certainly doesn't look like a kitten on the field..." Olivia said while looking at the TV. We switched it to the sports channel and they were showing some Manchester city highlights.

Erling was celebrating full-on Viking after one goal screaming at top of his lungs.

Ah, what a sight.

"He's amazing" I admitted, sitting back on the bed again to watch some more highlights of my man.

We only left the room when it switched to Tottenham's highlights.

After we made some popcorn and tea, we went back to Erling's room.

We watched the short movie, gossiping a bit about life, music, actors, and a lot of random things, not paying much attention to the movie.

We switched back to the sports channel when the game was about to start, watching as they made their way onto the field.

"Aww, I love it when they have kids with them" we both cooed at the men.

"I'm guessing we are going to have quite a few little haalands around in the future huh? She smirked, seeing me so into the idea of Erling with kids, making me blush.

"Honestly, you know that the idea of having kids scares the shit out of me, or used to, but like, something changed since meeting Erling, I don't know, but I would love to have his kids in the future..." I admitted blushing and taking his pillow to hug it as we sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Awww" she giggled.

We watched the game start, it looked ok at the start, not the best but not the worst game.

Erling missed a few shots, trying to score heading the ball, but missed, then trying to score but got tackled by the other players making me groan "I hate to see him being attacked, especially like this, it's like 10 fucking guys on him!" I exclaimed, angry making Olivia laugh "What do you expect, your man is huge, he's basically bullying the defenders, of course, they need the whole team to handle him" she joked making me blush, yeah well he was quite huge compared to them.

But then right before the first half was done Tottenham scored a goal assisted by THEM "Nooo!! What is this bullshit!" I yelled, surprising myself and Olivia.

"Babe, slow down, I think you spent a bit too much time around Haaland, he's rubbing off on you!" She laughed.

"No fucking way in hell! Ederson I love you but what are you doing?!" I cursed, they are losing with a 2-0 score! 2 goals in 1 minute!

"What the hell, I blinked and missed 2 goals, not the best game for them, I've got to say!" Olivia shockingly said.

Then it was break time and they went back into the tunnels.

As they left we got a close-up of Erling, looking sad and tired and slightly angry.

Suddenly I feel so fucking guilty, it's all my fault, he barely got any sleep staying with me in the hospital, skipping meals and he donated his blood to me and then we got home and he took care of me... He didn't get much rest, my poor boy.

"Don't worry, he's stronger than that, he's Norwegian after all" Olivia said, rubbing my back.

"I just feel guilty, he's been under a lot of stress lately, everyone expects so much from him and now I fucked up and added my mess to his already full plate... I just think I'm a burden to him, you know?"

"Babe, this is how relationships work, you can't take just the good things and not the bad things, same as marriage, for better and for worst. You brought a lot of good things into Erling's life and he did the same for you, but life's not always good, he has bad moments too, it's not only you babe, like after losing a game right?" she said, and well yes, maybe she's right.

"Yeah, maybe you're right..."

"Of course I'm right, now look they are coming back on the field!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Maybe Pep gave them a speech because they look ready to kill," Olivia said and I have to agree, they look determined to win.

And they score the first goal, Alvarez delivering an incredible one and they celebrate. Erling looks so happy and into the game, he has so many touches, which is not usual for him, he's happy to touch the ball 3 times and score 1 goal each but today he chose war, for sure.

"That's my man!" I yelled at top of my lungs as he scored, making the even 2-2.

"Girl chill, it's just a game"  Olivia laughed but I couldn't help how happy I was.

The rest of the game went incredibly fast, they scored 2 more goals, ending the game with an amazing score of 4-2 and I was so fucking happy for them.

"I fucking love them! But Erling smashed it! That's my boy!" I happily admitted as we watched them celebrate, Erling was so happy, he yelled in his own Viking style as he went down in the tunnel, shocking the cameraman with the force, making me giggle.

"You've got to tell me all the spicy details, like babe, how the fuck do you handle that? Him?" Olivia asked, curiously, while eating some cheese puffs.

"I mean, he's a softie really... I'm worst to handle, he's the chill one in our relationship" I admitted reaching for some cheese puffs.

"Babe, there is no way he's all vanilla in bed! That guy is the definition of rough sex!" She said, quite unfiltered making me blush.

"I, well, we actually didn't, you know, like not that we didn't do anything sexual but like, you know..." I rambled, embarrassed.

"You haven't fucked?! You didn't have sex?! You have a beast of a man sleeping beside you, all hard muscles, toned body, he's fucking nordic, they are the hottest guys and he's also a football, oh god think about how fit he is, he could probably go for hours! And he's huge, I bet he's packing and you don't-" Olivia said

"Olivia!! Stop sexualising him! Do you like him?" I glared at her, feeling possessive and protective over Erling.

"Oh sorry, love, you know I'm quite a sexual person, of course, I think he's hot but he's not really my type, don't worry, I have my eyes on another footballer" Olivia winked at me.

"But like a girl how?" She insisted laughing.

"I haven't, you know... With anyone..." I blushed, feeling more embarrassed.

"You're a virgin?! What! How!" She said completely shocked.

"Yeah... Well, I don't know, I guess I haven't found the right guy..." I said, looking down.

"And now that you found Erling, do you not like want him to be your first or...?" Olivia asked.

"Of course I want him to be my first but like I wanted to be sure at first, we haven't dated for that long, and then well, I didn't tell him at first, because like how should I have told him? And he kept trying to, you know, and I didn't know how to tell him to stop, and it ended up being a bit of a mess... He thought I didn't find him attractive, or some bullshit, like how in the hell would I not find him attractive, he's the definition of attractive! And I was afraid to tell him that I'm a virgin like I'm older than him... And well, end of the story, I told him and he was shocked but like he's the greatest guy, told me that we will wait until I'm ready and well, he ended up comforting me..." I rambled, smiling as I remember how sweet he was.

"But then why haven't you, since?" She wondered.

"You think I didn't try, I want him but he's fixed on making sure I'm ready and making it special for me... I just want him" I groaned, but continued "and now this happened and he's gonna be even more careful around me..." I looked down, sadly.

"Ah, Haaland didn't know he was so romantic... But babe, he's got a point though, you need to recover first... Plus if it's your first time... It's not going to be easy, it's going to hurt and he knows it. My first time was the worst most painful thing ever, I did it with a guy I was dating, I didn't even like him that much and he was a dick, took barely any care of me, didn't give me any time to adjust and he didn't care if I enjoyed it... He came in like 2 minutes too and I just wanted it to be over, worst sex I ever had. Plus, he had a small dick, but back then I thought it was big, it felt huge with how much it hurt!" Olivia told me and I gave her a sad smile.

"I'm so sorry your first time was shit, Liv..."

"Yeah well, it passed, had great experiences since" she winked "the thing is Erling is gotta be huge, everything is huge about the guy, I swear, so please be careful, make sure you guys have some foreplay before or whatever you guys are into, maybe it's TMI but like you have a be really wet, and like make sure he fingers you first, or well, finger yourself, maybe use some lube too..." she explained making me turn red, I probably looked like a tomato.

"And also tell him how you feel, take things at your pace, don't rush, give yourself time to adjust, the key is communication" Olivia took both of my hands "And don't stress, go with the flow"

"Thank you, Olivia, really..." I hugged her, even though I'm not much of a hugger.

"Honey, I'm home!" Erling said and before I knew it he walked into the room and I couldn't help myself, I ran up to him and hugged him, pressing myself to his chest "You are incredible Erling Braut Håland! What an amazing game! I'm so fucking proud of you!"

"Thank you, baby, but you should be in bed! And no running! Nope, back you go" he lifted me up, carrying me to bed and putting me under the covers before getting in himself, cuddling me and kissing me "mmm you had cheese puffs," he said into the kiss and I giggled, "had some popcorn and cheese puffs while watching the game"

"Did you like the game?" He asked, playing with my hair.

"Of course, I loved it, although I must admit, I was determined to kill Ederson the first half, but he made it up to me when he assisted 2 goals" Erling pouted "I don't like how much you like Ederson, I'm getting a bit jealous..."

"Nah, don't worry he's not my top choice from the team, I also like Kevin, Grealish and Stones quite a bit, oh and Mahrez, yes, such a great guy!" I joked, kissing his pout.

"That's it...? Shouldn't your top contain someone else, at the front of the list?" He tried and I nodded "of course, you're right baby, can't forget the main guy..." he smiled brightly "Pep, the legend, mastermind of it all" He pouted again.

"No, but someone else, younger? Perhaps taller you know, 1.94? Pale skin, blonde hair? Norwegian??" He tried and I laughed  "Hmm, never seen or heard of him but he sounds hot tho, totally my type" I joked, kissing him, moving my hand to untie his hair, running my fingers through the soft hair "I need to shower..." he sighed into our kiss, trying to get up but I stopped him "nooo, don't leave me, you just got back..." I put my arm around his middle and threw my leg over his "aww my baby koala, you're so cute" he kissed my hair, putting an arm around me, and hugging me closer.

"How are you feeling baby, is your tummy feeling better? Are you still dizzy?" He asked softly into my ear, making me smile.

I love how much he cares about me.

"I'm feeling much better now that I'm back in your arms again," I said cheekily, kissing his jaw.

"I feel the same way, I loved the game but I just wanted to come home to be with you, my love" he admitted, kissing my forehead.

"You didn't celebrate with the guys..." I said into his chest.

"Nah, I wanted to come home as soon as possible, that's why I didn't even shower there"

"Aww, you missed me" I played with his long fingers.

"Always" he turned us around, leaning over me as he pulled me into a kiss, or well, full-on making out. I pulled my hands under his shirt, touching his strong back muscles, flexing under my touch.

"Ummm guys, I'm still here...?" Olivia said, scaring us both, from the other side of the bed, looking at us as she ate cheese puffs.

"Oh, God! Olivia!" Erling got up from the bed, adjusting his shirt and running his fingers through his hair.

Both of our faces were red.

"Sorry, we must have zoomed out..." he tried to explain.

"Nah, you're fine, it's lovely to see how much you guys love each other. It's getting late anyways, I got to go" Olivia got up, searching for her things.

"Thank you, Olivia, really, for all," I said sincerely when she came to hug me.

"Thank you for keeping her company," Erling said, offering to accompany her to the door.

"Nah, don't worry, I know the way, you guys have fun! Remember no sex until she's fully healed, Haaland!" She joked making Erling laugh and me blush.

"Alone, finally..." I got up from the bed, walked up to him and hugged him from behind.

"How about I give you a reward for the incredible performance, what do you say, a handjob or maybe even a blowie, cuz I'm feeling generous today" I put my hands under his shirt, rubbing up and down his toned muscles, making him moan.

"Fuck baby, it sounds amazing, but it wouldn't be fair if you can't enjoy it..." he said sadly.

"Who says I won't enjoy it, I don't need to have an orgasm to enjoy making my boyfriend have one..." I said confidently, moving my hand to squeeze him through his sports pants, feeling how hard he already was.

"Fucking hell..." he moaned.

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Part Seven

18+ only

Tw: mild smut, angst, violence, talk of depression, daddy issues (of course)

6,055 words

  It's always mornings like these with Joel that you think about when you're missing him. Your sleepy, groggy existence lays twisted with his, breathing in the smell of him. You wish you could bottle him up and wear this scent whenever you want. It brings so much serene zen to your mind; it's practically therapeutic.

Joel's shirtless body rolls on top of yours, his gentle, yet eager lips searching for the ones that beckon to him, that belong to him and him alone. There's an evident smile to his kiss that has you giggling.

"What?" you ask as you peer up at him, his chocolate gaze mesmerizing you.

"Have I told you that I love you yet today?"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Since we just woke up, I'm gonna say no, you haven't."

"Hmm," he hums, placing a soft kiss against your cheek. His eyes are on yours, pinning you to the pillow beneath your head. "I love you, y/n."

"You do?" you tease, resulting in a vast grin from him. "I love you too, Joel."

“You look damn good in that jersey,” he says lowly, “I wouldn’t even be upset if it got ripped up a little bit from me getting it off you.”

“Joel!” you laugh, wiggling beneath him. “You can do all the ripping you want right after I pee.”

He lets out a large, dramatic sigh. “I guess I can wait.”

You giggle as he rolls off of you, giving your ass a gentle smack as you climb out of his bed, looking back to admire the ravenous, sleepy man that you love. His hair is always the most charming like this, freshly slept and in disarray. And the loving smirk he gives you beneath his blackened mustache might be the thing that turns you on the most.

As you’re finishing with the bathroom, you wash your hands, hearing a loud, aggressive knocking coming to the front door. It causes you to jump, quickly turning off the running water to make your way to Joel, your body beginning to tremble.

He’s already out of bed with a shirt on, your arms outstretched to run into his chest for comfort. “Who is that? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. Stay here,” he says firmly, giving you a soft peck before leaving you in his bedroom.

You peer out from behind the door, tugging the jersey down nervously as if it’ll cover any more of your shaking limbs. Your eyes are vast with fear as Joel pulls the door open, watching as a fist comes and strikes him hard across the jaw, making him stumble back.

You let out a scream, running into the living room to see that the person who just hit your beloved Joel, is none other than your father. It’s as if everything begins happening in slow motion. The ire on your dad’s face is unlike anything you’ve seen before, sending a painful shiver down your spine.

His body lunges towards Joel again, landing blow after blow to his beautiful face. You yelp, instinctively jumping onto your dad’s back to pull him off of your man.

“Stop!” you scream, your voice desperate and incredibly loud.

Your arms are wrapped around your father’s neck, doing your best to distract him from hitting Joel by causing him some sort of pain as well. The thought enters your mind to punch your dad, but you’re honestly too scared to; you’re not sure what would happen if you did.

“Enough!” you shout again, letting out a blood-curdling scream into your dad’s ear that finally ceases his ridiculous behavior.

You jump off of him, running to Joel’s side. His beautiful nose is running with bright red blood, as are his cheek and lip. All you can do is cry, wrapping him into your arms as he drops to the floor, hanging his head. He didn’t even bother fighting back, and you know it’s because he loves your father.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you shout to the aggressor that you unfortunately have relation to.

Your dad eyes you, looking equally furious and disappointed. “This is fucking disgusting. I couldn’t sleep last night after I heard about you two. Do you think I was happy to hear from my friend that he saw you two kissing at the party yesterday?” He looks to Joel. “You’re fucking forty years old! You’ve known y/n since she was a kid, you sick fuck!” He charges forward again but you shield Joel, cradling his head.

“No, enough!” you point to him, eyes bleary with tears. “I’m not a kid anymore. I’m twenty-four years old and I can make my own decisions.”

“What and it’s just okay to—” he pauses, shaking his head, “god, you’re not even wearing any clothes, y/n. Put some fucking clothes on, you’re leaving. This,” he gestures between you and Joel, “is over.”

“You can’t tell me what to do! I’m not a fucking child!”

“You’re my child!” he screams, making you cower and grip Joel’s head, pushing it deeper into your breast. “I won’t let you be defiled by my best fucking friend.” He looks to Joel whose face is pointed towards the floor. “You’re not gonna even say anything? You sleep with my fucking daughter and pretend to be my friend? Come on, you coward. Say something!”

Joel is silent, his face still trickling with blood.

“Leave him alone!” you shout. “We’re both adults who can make our own choices!”

“The fuck you are. You’re just a fucking kid, for christ’s sake!”

“Fuck you!” your voice cracks from all the screaming. “You can’t boss me around. You can go to hell.”

Your father peers down at the two of you, his eyes narrowing. “You want to lose your job, y/n? Your house? Do you know how much power I have as the mayor of this town? I can guarantee that you’ll never fucking work again. You’ll just be a jobless, homeless kid who can’t fend for herself.”

“No,” Joel speaks up. “Don’t do that to her.”

“Oh, now you talk, huh?”

“I won’t see her anymore,” Joel says quietly. “Just let her live her life.”

“Joel,” you say quietly, “no.”

His eyes are watery as he finally turns to look at you, his battered face wrenching your heart. “You can’t throw your life away for me. I won’t let you.”

“But—” your voice breaks, not even believing this is happening. “But I love you.”

“No, you don’t, y/n,” your father joins in. “He’s just the first man to give you attention.”

“Yeah, because you never fucking did,” you spit, glaring at him. “I’ve been with men before Joel. Again, I’m not a fucking kid.”

Your dad shrugs. “My job is my life. I didn’t have time for you.”

His words cut deep, your fingers gripping the fabric of Joel’s shirt. “I’m not going to stop seeing him.”

“Yes you are,” Joel says firmly. “I don’t want you talking to me—” his voice breaks, “or Sarah.”

“What?” A sob catches in your throat. “But you said—”

“I know what I said,” he cuts you off. “You told me you’d be in her life unless I didn’t want you to,” his eyes pin to yours, “and I don’t want you to be.”

An overwhelming sadness washes over you like a tidal wave, releasing Joel from your arms as you cradle yourself on the floor, tears splashing onto the bloodied jersey as well as your tucked-up knees.

“Get dressed, y/n,” your dad says firmly. “You’re not coming back here.”

Your heart aches, your sobbing echoing through the house as you make your way to Joel’s bedroom. You slide off the jersey, replacing it with your clothes that you don’t like nearly as much. Your eyes linger on his work boots that are tucked beneath his bed, making your chest heave as your crying intensifies. It reminds you of when he’d sneak over in the middle of the night, those same construction-stained boots being beneath your own bed, letting you know that he’s safe with you, and you with him.

The way he could so coldly tell you to leave his life echoes in your devastated mind. That same loving Joel who just this morning was telling you how much he loved you, is dead and buried along with your relationship, the shovel-wielder being none other than your own father.

Your eyes linger around the room one last time, knowing it’ll be the last time you’ll gaze upon it. The complete comfort of this bedroom will never encompass you again, and neither will the strong arms of your man that you love so dearly.

You walk out of the house, passing Joel whose defeated, lifeless frame stays resting on his living room floor. Your gaze doesn’t dare linger back to him, knowing it’ll only make leaving that much more painful, and difficult. Your father leaves behind you, slamming the door to the house as you tread to your own, fishing your keys out of your purse.

“Y/n,” your dad says behind you, but you don’t bother to look. “This is what’s best for you. You don’t need a man old enough to be your father.”

“I don’t have a father,” you say flatly, “and I never did.”

You slam the door to your house, pressing your back up against it as you slide to the floor, sobbing with your head in your hands. There isn’t a time in your life where you can recall being so devastated. Your heart physically feels like it has been ripped from your chest, still freshly beating in your father’s bloodied palm.

All those memories of Joel kissing you sweetly and smiling at you fondly come back to haunt you, making you wail. You’ve never experienced heartbreak like this before, and you’re not sure if you’ll ever feel a pain as excruciating as this again.

****

Ten days later

You sit at your desk, gazing blankly at the LED screen before you, watching the idle icon bounce around it, waiting for it to reach a corner. This is all you do now, not bothering to interact with anyone, and not speaking unless spoken to. Harry has been kind and given you your space as you requested, telling him you’d rather not explain it.

You’ve dreamt of Joel’s gentle caress almost every night, making every morning more painful than the last. You feel as if you’ve entered an auto-pilot mode, never going out of your way to do something unless absolutely necessary. Even your own mom has been sent to voicemail, not bothering to speak to her.

She doesn’t know about you and Joel, or what your father did, and you don’t care to tell her. What good would it do in explaining things? Would she even bother to help, or would she just tell you it’s for the best as your dad did?

The time in the lower right hand corner of the computer screen slowly ticks to 5:00, and you turn it off instantly, gathering your things and not daring to stay another minute than you need to.

“Hey, y/n, I’m sorry for bothering you,” you hear Harry’s voice coming up beside your desk.

Reluctantly, you turn, not forcing a happy smile onto your face. “What’s up, Harry?”

His green eyes soften, and he pushes a hand through his messy curls. “I know you’ve been down lately, and you don’t have to tell me why, I was just wondering if you wanted to get a drink later.”

Your eyes drop as you shake your head. “No. I just want to be home.”

“O-okay. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just worried about you.”

You scoff, walking around your desk and towards the front door as Harry follows you. “Why? You barely know me.”

“I know you plenty!” he says happily, his optimism churning your stomach. “I know you prefer wine over beer, and reds over pinks.”

The first small genuine chuckle pushes past your lips. “So, you listen when I talk.” You hit the unlock button on your car.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

You toss your purse into the passenger seat, turning to face him. “Because you’re a guy.”

He laughs, his charming dimples making their grand entrance. “You’ve got me there.” His eyes search yours. “You look so hurt, y/n. I just want to help.”

Your eyes go blurry as you shake your head. “You can’t.”

“Okay,” he nods. “Just promise you’ll text me if you change your mind.”

“I promise, but don’t expect to hear from me.”

“My feelings won’t be hurt if I don’t,” he beams wide. “Get home safely, y/n.” He begins to walk away.

Your heart aches as you watch him leave, tears beginning to escape past your lids. “Harry?” you call.

He turns, a small smile fit onto his chiseled face. “Yes?”

You walk to him, throwing your arms around his neck as you pull him in to a tight embrace. “Thank you for being so nice to me.”

His body relaxes into your touch, his hands on the small of your back. “Hey, don’t thank me.” He rubs your back a bit. “Why are you crying, y/n?”

You step away, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about it,” you sniffle. “Have a good night.”

At home, you’re curled up on the couch with your wine, watching a horror movie in order to feel something other than complete despair. The sun has just set beneath the horizon, a mild coolness settling into the air. Headlights streak across your tv, and you try to force yourself not to look, but you can’t help it.

Your body turns and lifts the white blinds, peering out to see a car in Joel’s driveway, one you’ve never seen there before. A beautiful woman steps out, wearing a tight red dress and shiny black heels. She has curly brown hair, and a stunning body that makes you instantly feel insecure.

Joel greets her, giving her a swift kiss on the lips that she giggles at. Your heart sinks, tears filling your eyes as you turn away from the scene, unable to handle watching any longer.

How could he move on so quickly? Did he ever truly love you?

Negative thought upon horrid, negative thought begin flooding your depressed brain, sending you into a spiral of pitiful sobbing. You’ve drowned out the sound of the movie on the tv with your cries, deciding that it should just be turned off since you can’t see anyway.

Your hand reaches out for the remote, turning the tv off and continuing your pathetic session of self-pity. Seeing that woman with Joel has fueled your jealousy, as well as your heartbreak. She looks closer to his age, too, and you’re wondering if maybe he’s having clarity that you two were never right for each other.

You still don’t feel that way, though. In twenty years, you’d be forty-four and he’d be sixty. That’s not too bad of a gap in your mind. You could’ve had kids within the next few years, and they’d be adults by that time, leaving you and Joel the rest of your lives to just be with each other.

These last ten days have given you nothing but time to think about your future with Joel that will never come to fruition. It reminds you of when you were at the fair with him, imagining him kissing you on the Farris wheel, and feeling like it was a pipe dream.

Those were much simpler times; when you weren’t broken hearted and watching another woman kissing the man you love. Your sadness turns to anger, quickly stumbling into rage.

You punch the couch with both fists beside you, crying out as your tears stain your reddened face. You feel betrayed, and your heart battered. You grip your phone from the couch arm, quickly typing out a text to Harry.

7:10pm

I’ll be ready in 30 minutes. Either come to my house or tell me where I’m meeting you for drinks.

Harry

7:12pm

Very demanding, but I like it. I’ll meet you at your house in thirty minutes. Should I bring alcohol?

7:13pm

A fucking lot of it. Here’s my address.

Your anger is teeming, boiling over the lip of the rattling pot of fury inside your chest. You take the quickest shower you’ve ever managed, clocking it at six minutes total. Wanting to look at least slightly nice, you throw on some light makeup, accentuating your eyes and covering up a few blemishes.

For clothing, you’ve decided on a short black skirt with a black crop top that cuts down between your breasts. You’re hoping that Joel will see Harry’s car in your driveway and be furious, just as you were to see him with another woman already. You know that you’re being ridiculously petty, but you don’t care. He hurt you.

When Harry pulls up, you’re sure to meet him outside, wrapping him into a tight embrace with your arms around his neck.

“Hey,” he chuckles, holding several bags in his hands. “That excited to drink?”

You back away, laughing slightly. “Yes.”

Harry walks in the house before you, your fingers locking the door behind yourself. He sets the bags down on your kitchen counter, your eyes watching him closely to see what he reveals from within them.

“Okay,” he says as he smiles wide, “we’ve got vodka, red wine, tequila, fireball, lots of mixers and some of these cute little seltzers I thought you might like.”

“Are you my personal bartender tonight?” you ask as you sit on one of the barstools.

“One of my many specialties is mixology,” he says playfully. “So, what’ll it be, miss?”

“I’d like a screwdriver to start, please.”

“Right away,” he beams, pulling out a drink shaker from the bag as well.

You can’t help but laugh. “God, you really went all out, huh?”

“You said to bring a fuck load of alcohol, so I figured why not?”

You giggle, admiring Harry in his cool, relaxed state. He’s wearing a powder blue button-up shirt that is completely opened, revealing a white tank top beneath it and the ink on his chest. The top is tucked into black slacks, ending with cerulean shoes that match his shirt. Truthfully, he looks really hot.

Harry slides you your drink, giving you a soft smile as you take a sip. “So, what are your plans? Do you want to go somewhere? Or would you rather stay here?”

“I don’t care,” you admit, finishing your screwdriver in a few large gulps. “Just get me out of my mind, please.”

“God, y/n,” he laughs at your empty glass. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Too much,” you admit. “Get me drunk and I’ll tell you about it.”

Harry makes himself a shot, downing it quickly from his plastic shot glass. “If we’re both getting drunk, we shouldn’t really be driving.”

“Then we’ll stay,” you gesture your arms out, walking towards the couch. “Bring the entertainment over here.”

He laughs, bringing you a red plastic cup filled with wine. “Want to watch a movie?”

“I don’t know. I’m so indecisive and sad.”

“You’re not even drunk yet, are you sure you want to tell me?” he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.

“I don’t know what I want,” you sigh, feeling your anger melting back into defeat.

“Hey,” he pats your leg gently, “I’ll just do all the decision making, okay? I’ll put on your favorite movie and we’ll watch it. You just have to tell me what it is.”

You smile fondly at Harry, mesmerized by the emerald color of his eyes. You tell him your favorite movie, and he gestures for the remote, your fingers placing it into his opened palm. The movie begins playing and your eyes well up with tears, remembering when you watched this with Joel.

The wine in your cup beckons to you, and you toss is all back, gasping a bit after chugging.

Harry’s eyes soften as he sees you crying, turning the volume to the movie down before turning his body towards yours. “Y/n, please, why are you crying?”

“More wine, please,” you say through cries, outstretching your cup towards him.

With furrowed brows he complies, the wine glugging into your cup. You take down about half of it, setting the drink onto the coffee table in front of you that is occupied by several different types of alcohol.

“I lied to you before,” you begin, “I didn’t want to date you, because I was already taken.”

Harry nods, “Okay.”

“I fell in love with him, Harry,” your voice wavers. “So quickly and so deeply. It was like a beautiful spiral that we just fell into, wrapped up in each other.”

His hand reaches out to caress your thigh, bringing you comfort as you admit your sins to him.

“It was Joel, my neighbor. I fell in love with my neighbor who is sixteen years older than me, but god I’ve never loved a man the way I loved him.”

Harry smiles softly at you. “The protective one.”

You nod. “Yes.”

“That makes much more sense now. What happened?”

“Well, I told you he was my dad’s best friend. My dad found out.”

Harry’s face falls. “Oh, shit.”

“And he beat the shit out of poor Joel. He threatened to have me lose my job and my house if I continued to see him.”

His mouth twists as his brows furrow downward, anger consuming him with a scowl. “What the fuck? Is he mental? You’re a grown woman.”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter. He’ll take everything from me.” Your face turns as you cry more, “And Joel told me to stay out of his and his daughter’s life. He doesn’t want me anymore.”

“Aw, y/n,” Harry wraps you into a hug, your tears landing on the soft fabric beneath your eyes. “I’m so sorry. Your dad is—fucking crazy.”

“I know,” you reply solemnly. “He ruined everything.”

“You deserve a better father than him,” he says gently, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Your body shakes as you sob, Harry tilting your face up by your chin to give you a warm smile, wiping your tears away with the back of his finger.

“I saw him kissing another woman next door. It fucking broke me.”

His brows raise. “So soon? When did you last talk to Joel?”

“Ten days ago.”

“She’s only a rebound, darling. It’ll never mean anything.”

“So?!” you yelp. “I don’t want him having sex with another woman! He’s supposed to be mine.”

Harry shushes you, rubbing your back in slow, long strokes. “I know. He is still yours, in your heart and in his.”

“I hate love. It’s stupid.”

He chuckles, holding you into his chest. “It’s the only thing in the world more powerful than money. I’d say that’s the furthest thing from stupid there is.”

“Harry,” you begin softly, “I’m sorry for inviting you over. I’m just using you to get back at Joel.”

Harry laughs lightly, placing another gentle kiss on the top of your head. “I gathered that, but it’s okay, y/n. I’m your friend. I’m here for you when you need me.”

“God, I misjudged the hell out of you.”

“I tried to tell you,” he giggles. “I’m not as rude as I seemed.”

A little while later, you’re thoroughly drunk and clinging to Harry’s side, cuddling in close to him. He smells of vanilla, and a deep, musky scent that makes you hum with contentment. Your feet are kicked up beneath you on the couch as your torso lays against Harry, your arms wrapped around his midsection.

“Will you spend the night?” you ask hoarsely. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Of course, y/n,” he responds gently. “Whatever you need of me.”

Your face turns up to his, admiring his smooth skin and chiseled jaw. “You’re really pretty, Harry.”

He laughs, turning away from the tv to gaze down at you. “Yeah? Pretty is the term you’d pin on me?”

“Mhmm,” you nod. “You’re like a painting.”

Harry chuckles, shaking his head. “You are drunk, y/n. And frankly, so am I.”

Your eyes linger on his pouty, pink lips, wondering if they taste as good as they look. “Harry?” you peep.

“Hmm?” he hums, his eyes meeting yours again.

You lean up and slowly take his lips against yours, relishing in their softness, admiring the timidity of them. Harry doesn’t pull away, but he doesn’t touch you, either. You place your hands on either side of his head, adding your tongue into the mix of the kiss.

Before you know it, you’re sitting with your legs on either side of his lap, grinding your hips down as your tongue collides with his.

You pull away briefly, “Harry, touch me.”

His hands slide up your thighs beneath your skirt, taking your ass into either of his palms. You can feel how hard he is beneath you, and all you want is to be close with him, with anyone.

You move your hands to his slacks, unzipping them and finding your way into his briefs. His cock is thick and warm, making you moan into the tongue-filled kiss.

“You’re so big, Harry,” you whisper, stroking him slowly. “I need you.”

“Y/n,” he says breathlessly, his fingers moving your panties to the side.

You tilt your head back, his lips on your neck and chest, licking, kissing, biting. You’re so aroused that your entrance clenches, waiting to be filled by something, anything.

Harry pushes two fingers inside of you, making your jaw drop and your eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck,” you moan.

Harry groans against your neck, his cock twitching in your hand. “So fucking tight,” he moans. “Squeezing my fingers, baby.”

You tilt your head down to kiss him sloppily, moving your hips to ride his fingers, continuing to stroke him in slow, long pulls. Your mind is fuzzy from the alcohol and arousal, a smile sneaking its way in to the tango of yours and Harry’s tongues.

He withdraws his fingers putting his hand over yours to stop it from moving again. “Y/n,” he says gently.

“Hm? What? What is it?” you breathe, practically panting.

“We can’t. We’re drunk. I’ve already taken it too far. I’m sorry.”

Your brows fit together. “No, I’m not too drunk, Harry. I want you. Please. Can’t you feel how wet I am for you?”

He nods, briefly closing his eyes. “God, I know. Trust me, I want you, y/n, but I can’t do this drunk. You’re hurting and you just want to ease the pain.” He cups your face, “I just don’t want you doing something you’ll regret.”

Your vision is blurred as hot tears run down your checks, removing your hand from his pants. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

“No!” he says quickly, shaking his head. “Please don’t be sorry. If you ever want me while you’re sober, just tell me, and you can have me.”

You giggle, leaning down and placing one final soft kiss against his lips before climbing off of him, settling back onto the couch with weakened legs and an aching core.

In the morning, you wake up cuddled into a warm body for the first time in what feels like forever. The sound of a lawn mower buzzing outside wakes you from your gentle slumber. Your eyes slide open to see a soft, naked chest that has tattoos all across it. You flick your gaze up to see Harry sleeping peacefully, a slight snore pushing past his delicate pink lips.

You’re reminded of last night, and you’re riddled with both embarrassment and arousal. He really stopped what could’ve been some unforgettable sex, only because of how much alcohol you both had consumed. If only every man had the decency to stop and do some critical thinking about taking advantage of a drunk woman.

It makes you admire him a bit more, realizing that he cared more about your mind and well-being, than his own pleasure. You’re not at all sure how you’re feeling about Harry, and if these feelings are influenced by the gaping hole Joel left in you. You decide to push those thoughts aside for now, and enjoy the arms that hold you tightly.

You place a few kisses across his chest gingerly, peering up to see if he’s flicked his eyes open yet or not. Harry lets out a sleepy groan, his body shifting onto his back. You move with him, getting on top of him to litter his neck with more delicate pecks.

His hands suddenly come alive, caressing your back gently as you continue placing your lips against his throat.

“Good morning to you, too,” he says softly. “I take it you remember last night.”

“Mhmm,” you hum between kisses, your lips trailing now down his chest.

He sits up slightly, your eyes going to his flexed abs as you make your way to the waistband of his briefs. “I feel like I’m dreaming,” he says gently, pushing a hand through your hair. “You don’t have to do that, y/n.”

“Do what?” you ask innocently as you kiss his hardened length through the tight stretched fabric.

His body tenses, his hand running down beneath your chin. “Come up here,” he says gently.

You climb back up, Harry’s hand wrapping behind your head to pull you down for a soft, tender kiss. He adds his tongue a moment after, taking you by surprise.

Harry’s lips pull away, gazing up at you with a grin. “As much as I’d love to feel your lips wrapped around me, I can’t do anything without knowing what you’re thinking.”

You smile, laughing a bit. “That you’re hot.”

He guffaws, those damned dimples making your stomach flutter. “No, I mean about everything. Are you sure you want me right here, right now? Or would you rather think on it for a bit?”

You cock your head. “Why are you being considerate?”

Harry laughs loudly, giving you a mischievous look as he flips you, landing himself on top of you with his hips between your spread legs.

“Because I like you, and I want you to think clearly about this.” He kisses you softly. “I don’t mind being your rebound, as long as you actually want one.”

“I do right now,” you squirm uncomfortably, “I’m all worked up.”

He chuckles, dropping a hand between the two of you to press them against your panties, which is all you’re wearing on the bottom. He coos as he feels the wet spot against them, rubbing you very gently.

“For me?” he asks quietly. “This wet just for me? Or somebody else?”

You shake your head, your hand gripping the back of his neck to gaze into his eyes. “You.”

He smiles, leaning down and placing his lips against yours softly, removing his hand from against you. “I’ll be your rebound when you’ve had a few days to think about it.”

“Why not now?” you whine, your hips searching for his fingers.

“Because you’re heartbroken. I want you to make the right choices, y/n. That’s all.”

You sigh dramatically. “I hate that you’re being a good guy and not fucking me right now.”

Harry chuckles, placing a kiss against your forehead. “Oh, trust me, honey, my body isn’t happy, either.” He rolls off the bed, gathering his clothes and sliding them back on his toned physique. “Walk me out?”

You nod, pulling on a pair of sweatpants from your drawer, still in your crop top from last night.

The two of you head outside, the sound of the lawn mower being Joel right next door, sitting on his red riding mower, making your heart sink. He looks damned amazing just doing something as simple as mowing his lawn.

“You’re staring,” Harry says, ripping you from your longing gaze at Joel. “And that reaction to seeing him is exactly why I think this between us should wait. If you decide you never want to, that’s fine with me. I enjoy being just your friend,” he says with a soft laugh.

“You’re really amazing, Harry. Thank you.” Your eyes dart to Joel then back to Harry. “Kiss me goodbye for revenge?”

Harry smiles wide, taking your body tightly against his as he pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue twists with yours, and your fingers fit into his soft, dusty brown curls. His hand slides down to your ass squeezing just the right side firmly, making you laugh into the kiss.

You pull away, gazing up at him. “Well, that was—”

“Sorry,” he apologizes sheepishly. “My cock is controlling my hands.”

You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I didn’t say I minded.” You swallow briefly. “Is Joel looking?”

Harry nonchalantly turns his head to the side, quickly whipping it back. “Oh, yeah. He’s getting off his lawn mower.”

“What?!” you turn your head to the side, seeing Joel charging towards the two of you.

You spring into action, running and gripping Joel by his arms as you try to push your weight against him, this man being his own fucking boulder. Harry hops into his car, peeling out of the driveway before Joel makes it to your yard.

“Are you fucking kidding me, y/n?” he curses, his eyes not meeting yours.

“What? You moved on. Why can’t I?” you feign innocence, knowing using Harry was the ultimate slap in the face to him.

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, I went on a date with a woman that your dad set me up with.”

You blink at him. “What the fuck?”

“He’s making sure that I’m over you,” he says, still not meeting your gaze.

“I hate him,” you mutter, the silence settling into the humid morning air. “Did you sleep with her?”

“No,” he answers quickly, his voice gruff and angry. “It would be a stupid question for me to ask you. Clearly you fucked Harry. He was here all night.”

“You checked?”

Joel shifts, eyes pointed to the grass beneath you. “Of course I did.”

“You told me you didn’t want me in your life, Joel. You told me you didn’t want me in Sarah’s life, either.”

His gaze finally lands on yours, making your breath catch in your throat. “Sarah has no idea what’s going on. I’ve just been telling her that you’re busy with work.”

“She’s asked about me?”

“Of course she has. She loves you almost as much as I—” his voice trails off, eyes searching yours. “You can fuck whoever you want, just don’t do it in my face again.”

Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, fingers falling down the beard that you’ve missed dearly. “I didn’t sleep with him, Joel.”

His palm rests on top of yours, face pushing against your touch. “I don’t care, y/n. I don’t care what you do. I just miss you.”

“I miss you so much,” your voice breaks, pulling him in for a tight hug.

He immediately pushes his lips to yours, welding them, your body craving the familiarity.

“We can’t,” he parts from you. “Your dad—”

“I need you in my life. Why can’t we just hide it again?”

Joel shakes his head. “He’ll know. Our guy nights have turned into interrogation meetings. He brings a fucking polygraph examiner. He’s hooked me up to one of those damn things seven times. It was almost every day after you left.”

“He’s actually insane,” you shake your head in disbelief. “There has to be something that I can do, or that we can do.”

“There isn’t,” he hangs his head. “I’m sorry. We never should’ve started this. We were doomed from the beginning, baby.”

You throw your arms around him, crying into his chest. “I don’t believe that.”

“How don’t you? Look at what’s happened to us.”

Joel pulls you in for one final kiss, walking away from you, leaving you to stand there alone on the line between your lawns with no one but yourself to comfort you.

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I didn’t do tags this time because I don’t know if people still want to be on them hehe 🤭 but let me know if you want to be added! There will be a part 8!

[griffin-girl-r]

I want ice cream

Created: 12.08.2022

Finished: 24.08.2022

Edited: 13.09.2023

Age: 3

Word count: 1,248

Warnings: Panic attack, Toddler tantrum

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

Summary: Natasha deals with her daughter's first toddler tantrum.

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"And, up." Natasha cheered as she lifted you from the ground and put you in your high chair to eat dinner "That's it, my love. Mama will feed you very soon."

Hearing Natasha talking about food made you very excited. You loved your feeding time as much as you loved the cuddles in bed with your mom.

"Food. Food. Food. Food..." You chanted excitedly as Natasha lightly laughed at your toddler antics

"Okay... Okay, I'm moving faster." Natasha laughed as she started to walk faster with a plate of food in her hand and a cup in the other

Natasha put the plate down in front of you and you quickly inspected what you were going to eat tonight.

Not to mention that your mama used your absolute favorite plate.

It was a round plastic plate with Stitch on it, that also had green leaves on its side along with being very cutely filled with colors such as purple, blue, and pink.

Then you looked at your sippy cup that was a match to your plate and after thinking about its contents you looked at your mom confused.

"It's milk baby." Natasha reassured you and a big smile formed on your face "Now what does my baby girl want to eat first tonight? We have rice with vegetables and chicken meat."

You looked to your side thinking about your answer and Natasha had to hold back a laugh seeing your cute small face all scrunched up in your attempt to pretend that you hardly thought about your next choice.

"Meat." You looked back at Natasha after a moment of serious debate

Natasha nodded and started to feed you.

She tried to let you more and more to eat on your own but when it came to eating meat she felt safer if she fed you it herself.

But when it came time to eat the rice and vegetables she handed you the plastic spoon so you could try and eat yourself.

Despite being very young you already had quite the personality and wanted to be independent.

You were your mama's girl.

Although there weren't too many things you could do on your own yet and always Natasha was by your side when you tried, you still wanted to have the freedom to do things for yourself.

Much to Natasha's surprise, you are a very understanding child and never threw at least one tantrum, created problems for your mom, or made her feel uncomfortable in public.

If Natasha said you can not have that toy because you already have it back home, you never asked a second time for it.

It amazed the other people and parents how small and yet so good-behaved you are for your age. The parents at the park or the playground or literally anywhere always ask Natasha how she manages to have such an amazing and well-behaved child.

Honestly, not even Natasha knows how.

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You had to eat the entire meat on your plate, not that it was too much anyway because your mama is very careful about what you eat and she always makes sure you're properly fed but not overfed, and now it was time for your vegetables and rice.

"Great job sweetheart! I know you can do it!" Natasha smiled and clapped her hands to encourage you to eat the rest of the food that was left on the plate after you ate more than half of it

But instead of keep eating like you would normally do, you put the spoon down from your hand and looked at Natasha.

"Y/N wants ice cream." You told your mom

Natasha smiled at you softly "You can have some ice cream after you eat your dinner."

That answer did not make you too happy.

You wanted ice cream and you wanted it now.

"Me want ice cream." You repeated as tears formed in your big eyes

"I know baby and you'll receive ice cream after you've finished all of your dinner." Natasha stroked your cheek with her thumb

That was it.

You completely lost it.

Tears started streaming down your face and you screamed at the top of your tiny lungs "I want ice cream!"

Natasha was taken aback.

It was the first time you ever threw a tantrum and needless to say, she was completely lost.

"No baby... Please don't cry. Mama is sorry. She didn't want to upset you." Natasha started to panic as her eyes filled with tears too

Her words did not affect you as you kept screaming, crying, and trashing around for ice cream.

"What do I do?! What do I do?!" Natasha mumbled in an attempt to come up with a way to stop you from crying

While Natasha tried her best to stop you from crying by telling you that she would give you ice cream and that you did not need to keep eating your dinner, your breathing started to become heavier and it was harder and harder for you to get enough air in your little lungs with each breath you took in.

"Angel?" Your mama put her fingers under your chin as she noticed you struggling to breathe, her concern growing with each passing second

As an answer, she only saw you choking on air.

Enough with thinking about ways to calm you down.

Natasha had to act and she had to do it now.

What a perfect time for her motherly instincts to kick in.

She quickly picked you up from your chair and gently laid you down on the kitchen floor.

Natasha leaned over your little body, putting her arms on either side of your head.

"Baby, try and blow on Mama's face. Can you blow air on Mama's face? Look, just like this." She instructed as she gently started to blow air on your face

You tried to copy your mama and were desperately trying to get enough air to do the same thing your mom did.

"That's it, sweetie." Natasha nodded to encourage you to keep trying

Slowly but surely, you started to get more and more air until, finally, your breathing went back to normal.

Natasha was so lucky that she remembered this thing she read in a parenting book some while ago.

Never thought it would come in handy. But here she is.

"You did such an amazing job, baby. I'm so proud of you." Your mom kissed your nose as she picked you up and gently started to rock you from side to side

You've rested your head on her shoulder and hid your face in her neck.

Only little sniffs were heard from time to time from you until they faded away completely.

Once Natasha felt you get heavier in her arms and couldn't hear your sniffs anymore, she slightly pulled her head to one side and looked at your face only to see you fast asleep.

All that crying must have tired you out.

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The woman made her way back to her room, gently put you on her bed as she went and brought you some pajamas from your room and dressed you with them.

She tucked you in then went, took a shower, and laid next to you in bed.

She gently wrapped her arms around you as sleep started to take over her as well.

She now needs to call Laura first thing in the morning and ask her how on Earth does one deal with their toddler's tantrums.

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

There isn't a single thing he wouldn't want to see you in.

Happy timezone! It's Sunday here, which means random post day! It's wild to think that I only started posting my thoughts a week ago, and so many of you actually enjoy the things I'm putting up. I appreciate you all!

Anyways, today's inspiration: Draken and Kirishima.

CW/TWs: Violence, Unsolicited groping (on reader during club story). Other than that, we're pretty tame today.

As always, the full list of boyfriends is at the bottom.

Likes, comments, and reblog are appreciated! <3

You wanna spend your day lounging around in nothing but one of his long shirts? Fantastic.

"Babe," you called from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" He waited a moment and sighed heavily, getting up to see what you needed when you didn't answer.

He wasn't expecting to see you on your tip toes, struggling to reach something from the top shelf, with the tiniest piece of your luscious ass sticking out from under the shirt you had stolen from his drawer this morning.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful," he said, sliding up behind you and pressing you into the counter slightly, one hand trailing under the crease of your asscheek while he reached for the thing you couldn't grab.

"Gimmie a kiss, and it's all yours," he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

You're all going out with friends, and you want to wear that hot as fuck mini body con dress you haven't found an excuse to wear yet? Put it on, baby. He can fight.

It wasn't how the night was supposed to go, but here you all were. Staring down at a creep who thought just because you were wearing something that made you feel confident meant he had the right to grope you.

Your boyfriend had been at your table, laughing and joking with the other significant others that stayed behind while you went to the dance floor with your friends. He'd occasionally look over, watching with a smirk while your hands were in the air, singing your favorite songs at the top of your lungs.

He knew you could fight your own battles, but when he looked down and saw you screaming at a guy, he was instantly on his feet, making his way towards you with his friends at his back, no questions asked.

"What's goin' on?" He asked when he reached you, an arm wrapping around your waist protectively.

"This stupid bastard thought he could just rub his hands all over me without my permission because I'm out here dancing!" You yelled over the music that was still thumping loudly, the rest of the club oblivious to what was happening outside of your group and this idiot with his few friends.

He was obviously drunk, "Look, man, if I had known she was your girl, I wouldn't have touched her," he laughed, and his friends joined in, "but, honestly, how did you let her leave the house wearing that? She was practi—"

He didn't have the chance to finish the sentence before your boyfriend smashed his fist into the side of his face, knocking him to the ground. Your boyfriend's friends going after the other few guys, taking care of them as well.

A simple touch from you was all that was needed for your boyfriend to stop slamming his fist into the offending man's face, who was now bloody and broken, lying on the club floor.

"You're lucky I don't fucking kill you," he growled before shoving the guy to the ground and standing beside you. His non-bloody hand cupped your cheek, searching your eyes frantically.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low and full of anger.

You shook your head, a smile gracing your perfect lips, "I'm fine. Should we go before you all get arrested? Again?"

Messy hair, leggings, and baggy hoodies? You've never looked more beautiful.

"Sweetheart, let's go!" He called from the front door for the fifteenth time. You guys were running late to meet everyone for lunch. You emerged from the hallway holding a pair of white sneakers.

He raised an eyebrow, "You changed. Again."

"Nothing is fitting right. So, I'm going with old faithful."

Old faithful being a pair of comfy black leggings and a simple black tank top under an oversized hoodie. Your hair was styled in your favorite comfy way that didn't pull too tightly at your scalp.

He loves when you are dressed like this. Comfortable and relaxed. It's how he knew his day would be low-key. How he knew that after you guys returned home, it meant snuggles and coffee on the couch watching trash TV or naps.

He lifted your eyes to his with a finger under your chin when you stopped in front of him, leaning with a hand against the wall to slip your foot into your sneaker.

"You look beautiful," he said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You're my boyfriend. You have to say that."

"I don't have to say shit. But I'm going to anyways 'cause it's true, and you know it."

You did. Your boyfriend always made you feel like the most beautiful creature in the world. You could wear a bed sheet (which you regularly do) and be drop-dead gorgeous.

"Wanna cuddle when we get home?" You asked as you slipped on your second shoe.

"Can I be little spoon?" He answered with a smirk.

But, if he had to pick one outfit out of everything? It'd be the one that was reserved specifically for him. Nothing. (NSFW!)

You stood in front of the mirror after your shower, towel wrapped around your body and secured, busy going through your skincare routine when your boyfriend sauntered in.

He stopped and looked you over slowly, his gaze hungry.

You met his eye in the mirror and raised an eyebrow.

"What's up, handsome?"

"Have I told you today that you're gorgeous?"

A faint blush dusted your cheeks and a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.

"You just did."

His hands trailed over your body, unhooking your towel, and you let it fall to the ground. The rough material of his jeans grazed against the backs of your thighs where you were leaning over the counter slightly.

His hands traveled up your tummy onto your chest, where he gently pinched your nipples between two fingers. You sucked in a shaky breath.

"Love you like this," he murmured against your temple, watching your reaction in the mirror as one of his hands traveled down your body. His hips slowly rutted into you from behind, his hard cock evident through the thick material.

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x literally ANY of the Toman boys, Ichigo, Renji, Kisuke Urahara, Kirishima, Bakugou, Hawks, Denki, Todoroki, Aizawa, Kakashi.

Honorable mention: Cloud Strife

This is truly the "if it fits, it ships" post.

[nationmckinleyscorset]

The time I'm writing this is 1:14 am and I have just finished the final movie in the most disturbing trilogy I've ever watched.

The human Centipede is one of my favourite topics because I like to figure out who watches it for enjoyment (because who the fuck do you think they are) and who treats it as an endurance test. I personally have only watched all 3 movies because after the second, despite vowing to never go near the movies again, I had to know just how much more twisted they could get (plus I like closure and can never leave a series alone once I've started it).

Perhaps the most disturbing part of the final sequence is that Tom Six (the director) included himself as a character in the movie, aside from the odd comment along the lines of this is so messed up, his character had a sick fascination with the whole thing. Are we really surprised? The man was inspired to make the series after thinking up the punishment for a criminal he had seen on TV. I find it worrying that, although Six has stated he has a very innocent soul and can't abide violence, he has thought out real world applications for his disgusting punishment.

Not to piss off any fans of the 3rd movie but I also despise the fact that the main character Bill was yelling so much that his character had no substance. I got that he was insane and had discriminatory ideals but had no reason to sympathise with his character (as in the 2nd movie where the man had been abused, not an excuse by any measure but at least some backstory and vulnerable moments rather than just screaming slurs at the top of your lungs and sexually assaulting the same woman repetitively).

You know the movie was twisted when, rather than coming away from it thinking "damn, that actually made me think about society" you go to Google and spend half an hour searching "what the fuck is wrong with Tom Six"

I do appreciate that Six has veered away from the severely graphic surgical scenes and extreme gore but think the racism, misogyny and various other disturbing, incorrect viewpoints were unnecessary.

We get it, you want to shock people, you've been doing it for years. In trying so hard to disturb people these movies are becoming predictable, besides the plot lines are becoming more obnoxious and the acting is becoming so over the top that it isn't believable.

Honestly Six needs to get over himself and stop taking pleasure in being labeled the sickest man on earth, the constant desire to shock audiences is becoming childish and because the same Storylines are being reused (for example starting each movie with a character inspired by the last movie) they're actually becoming less shocking, I could probably create a bingo card of things I expect to happen and they will. As a random example, "someone gets shot", "crazy person inspired by dodgy movie", "crazy person attempts acts committed in movie", "woman sexually abused", "barbed wire mentioned/used", the list goes on

[gracefulbumblebee]

Dark Blood And Light (Pt.2)

(Grishaverse, Aleksander Morozova / The Darkling x OC)

SUMMARY: Beginning a new life can be joyful and exiting but also turn for the worse in just the blink of an eye. Haunted by this Anna tries to live her life in peace, before it will shatter again.

TAGS: trauma, carnations, fear, food, friendship, dorks

PAIRING: Aleksander Morozova / The Darkling x OC

W/c: 6.5k

A/n: It’s honestly been so long since I have updated this story and I won’t lie I have finished the second chapter for a while now, but wasn’t happy with it until now. So I hope you will still enjoy reading it after so long :)

All translations at the end of the chapter are from an internet webside. I do not speak russian, so if I by accident said something inappropiate or insulting, please tell me immediantly!

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Part Two: A New Life

Time, a concept that could easily be misunderstood. For time itself has no limit, so why had your time suddenly run out? I never found the answer, for I could not accept your cruel fate, believing there had to be something I could have done to save you from your blazing end.

Would you have answered me if you were still there? I had screamed your name at the top my lungs, but I was never able to hear your angelic voice again. But in the end my most sorrow was brought upon daylight, when I had realized what your last words were to me. And I will, until the end of time, keep them locked within my heart that burns to avenge your death.

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Coldness enveloped me the moment I had taken a step towards the small, deserted city. Most of my limbs were burning and yelling desperately for me to take a small break. But I knew if I had listened to this sirens call, my body would have fallen into a never-ending sleep of nothingness. I had clung to my last piece of hope that kept me going through the icing winter storm. Tears had run down my once soft and rounded cheeks, but those tears had instantly frozen once making contact with the icy wind. Exhaustion had begun to settle within my acing bones, while I continued heaving my body forward towards a hopefully better place. My mind was barley hanging onto my last bit of consciousness the further I dragged myself away.

Questions had and still fill my mind every once in a while, dark thoughts I would have never dreamed I could develop. Thousand things coursed through my already weakened mind creating a never-ending turmoil of emotions, that begged me to stop and screamed at me to finally give in and let myself succumb to the bitterness of the winter coldness. But even then during the constant banging against my head, I had continued to walk along the path leading to the city, even though I knew I would never make it there.

The violent winds grew stronger each second and kept sweeping me away, pushing my body from left to right. Had it not been for the storm, I would have probably been mistaken for a drunkard that had just come from a local bar. And as the wind grew even rougher and viciously, my warmth began to disappear as well, filling every fiber of my being with coldness. In a last attempt to keep myself warm I had desperately rubbed my hand against my arms, although I knew it would never be enough.

The horrible weather, made it impossible to hear even the loudest noises and even worse took away my vision all in one. The ongoing whiteness of the landscape around me never ceased and soon brought me to the point of madness. I always remembered it as my very own walk through the abyss, the wind howling against my ears like hungry wolfs awaiting my demise and even then through all this pointless journey the sheer beauty of it all amazed me.

 One step… two steps… three ste-

 Stumbling over my own feet, my body had finally decided to give up, that this fight for survival was not worth it anymore. A heavy weight fell from my shoulder as I had fallen first face into the thick layer of snow.

It appears my body, other than me, had long since accepted the cruel reality that would  crush my mind beneath its gigantic weight as well, knocking the last bit of air out of my burning lungs.

Years prior to this I had already given up on believing in our Saints. That they were actually there and would protect us if we fall, but at this moment I had wished so much that they were actually real. They would have helped me. But there was no one in sight and I was left alone in this world once again. I knew, no one would come to my aid, rescuing the girl before it finally froze to death. No one except myself was insane enough to walk through this hazard snowstorm.

Slowly I had slightly turned my head to the side as the screaming in my head grew louder and louder. But as I watched the beautiful snowflakes falling from the darkened sky, its fragile body settling onto my hand I felt a sense of tranquility within me, banishing the voices inside my head completely. My heavy eyelids tried to close themselves and for a short while I had though, it’s okay to rest, you’ve pushed yourself far enough, a little break wouldn’t be so bad. But I knew better.

Once I’d close my eyes I would never open them again, never see the world with my own eyes. I would be far away from here, which didn’t seem so bad, yet I couldn’t stop thinking of Alina and Malyen, their small hands whipping across their snotty noses as they cried and cried upon hearing of my descending to the other side.

Although, how would they even get to know about it. No one here or somewhere else knew who I was, where I came from or what I had been doing here in the first place. I was just another child that had been stupid enough to walk into the worst snowstorm that Ravka had ever seen. Of course, that wasn’t the case at all, but for others it didn’t matter anyway, after all it’s not uncommon.

And though I knew a message of me taking my last breath would never reach the two children, the thought of them going through it broke something within my heart.

Building up my last piece of strength I heaved my body to lay on my back, face looking at the dark clouded sky, observing the entrancing snowflakes cascading from it down to earth. How could a fragile thing like this bring me down onto my knees? It was almost laughable seeing them now gently fall onto my hands, while the wide mass of them continued to wipe painfully harsh across my face as the storm raged around my lying body. Little by little I lifted my arm and reached out to the elegant ice crystals, only to watch them slowly melt within my hands. Normally it would have not taken so long for them to melt, but my once warm and rosy colored fingers had already begun turning blue almost white by now. They had once held a lovely contrast to the cold white snowflakes but seeing both my fingers and the snowflakes hold such cold lonely colors I swore it was a frighteningly beautiful sight to see. Especially once I saw the ice building itself around my blue finger. I had tried moving them, but aside from numbness reaching out to me there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t feel them anymore, couldn’t move them like I wanted to anymore, they only remained stuck in one place making them look like an exquisite painting.

Time and time again my vision became blurry, slowly losing touch with reality. From head to toe everything felt numb against the sharp winds. And as I continued gazing at the white horizon I thought of a fairy tale I was once told about by Ana Kuya.

The story of Snezhnaya Koroleva, the snow maiden. It might have been an old wife’s tale, but thinking that she had even helped a small boy, who became nasty through the mirror shard being stuck inside his heart, made me fantasize. I had probably never been as good as I thought I was, no one ever is. And so, I thought, what if the snow maiden dressed in pure white and beautiful shades of blue would come to my rescue as well? Maybe she’d warm me with her white fur coat, kiss my head with her cold lifeless lips and whisper soothing words into my ear. Maybe she would have spared me great kindness once she’d realize I was just as cold as she was feeling. Would she have taken me away with her even though her heart was cold as ice itself ? Maybe. I would have been sitting in her ice slight that would have been pulled by the most breathtaking white horses. The snow maiden as cold as she was would have freed me from this horrible storm one way or another.

And as I gazed at my finger, I though how exciting it would have been if the woman would have actually shown up to warm my fragile looking body. Because soon after, darkness had slowly clouded my vision as black dots had begun to appear around me. My mind had been quiet for a while, having accepted what was about to happen as my eyelids finally stopped struggling against the pull of closing my tried eyes. Maybe seeing something so beautiful before everything would forever stand still for me was something meant to be, something that was meant to happen in order for me to finally look at life differently and for me to understand what he had gone through all this time, slowly dying inside as everything around you kept moving on.

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Walking through the small city of Kribirsk had never been beautiful or the most welcoming. The majority of people had left the city to die eons ago and only a few selected had remained there. It was truly depressing as you stepped foot into the narrowed streets of the city. Not a single light illuminated the passages where the sun had long since abandoned them and everything had succumbed to a never fading black. Wind would howl against your sensitive ears as you’d walk further down the grey badly paved streets. Every once in a while you’d tumble over on the empty streets as you would step into an enormous pothole and then curse the saints for making you fall into it. And as you’d walk further and further into the center of Kribirsk the buildings that once represented the most beautiful colors, would fade more and more into a dull and dirty beige grey. Huge and small cracks decorated their façade, people had given up on pretending everything had been alright. They had all begun to let go over their last pieces which would soon crumble completely into an enormous pile of ash. So, it was definitely not uncommon for many facades to consist of many different things to keep it together, like hanging a huge blanket over a whole that had once been a window, Anna always tended to compare them to patchwork carpets.

But like many citizens, most buildings were still in no good shape and were basically held together by the mere faith that was slowly but surely disappearing too.

As for the people of Kribirsk themselves, they tended to be rather secluded when it came to newcomers. Although you’d guess they’d be more outgoing when it came to them by now, considering many travelers had come to stay there over the decades. But regarding the people you would have to out them in two different categories, maybe three. There were a good majority that lived far away from the border at the far outskirts, where light was still met with gratitude and joy. Consistent of staying at least friendly they’d gladly welcome anybody with open arms, that is if you didn’t belong to one of the Grisha orders. And even though you were welcome with open arms you’d still be able to recognize the antagonizing pain that hid beneath their friendly appearance. And as you would ascend further into the city the scenery would get duller as well. Anna would say many would clearly recognize thus by noticing the thick heavy air that was scattered by various scents. Dirty smelling smoke rose from old houses into the sky, then settled withing the narrowing streets and made place for an even more gruesome sent that had your nose scrunch up in disgust.

Tattered sometimes moldy cloths hung on frail bodies, sewn together with a lousy thick garden thread, many souls slurring down the streets tumbling over their own feet, barley being able to stand up straight, begging for a loaf of bread or something more pleasant, those were pictures you’d witness the further you had moved towards the inner circle of the tiny city. Those were the other people, the other side of Kribirsk, poor and hungry, trying to make ends meet with no hope left for change. Soldiers, merchants or just by passers wouldn’t take a second glance at those people, ignoring the city’s condition and focusing on the huge black mas ahead of them. And as the conditions grew worse the further you’d step forward, the more outsiders ignored the actuality before them, too blinded by their own fear. The fear that made every bone in your body shudder with fright. Maybe it had been this fear or the citizens of Kribirsk that made the way towards the harbor appear like walking towards your own death sentence.

Whatever it might have been it made the primal instinct to flee even more urgent than before.

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Heels clacked upon making contact with the distantly paved roads leading towards the inner circle of the city. Click! Clack! …. Click! Clack! The noise barely noticeable above the screeching voices of merchants trying to sell their goods to naïve tourists and newcomers. Like sea guls they’d gather around the only place where they knew they’d be able to still their nagging hunger. “Hey, you! Wouldn’t ya like bones? From Sankta Lizabetha, dug them out myself!” shouted one man, while another kept boasting about his great hunting skills and tried to foist one tiny rabbit worth fourteen times it’s actual value to a young blonde. The ginger haired woman could only roll her eyes at those antics, as if they thought they could fool every single one of them, she giggled at the thought. It was quite ridiculous to see people getting scammed so easily just to satisfy their own greedy needs. She knew it was bad, but it wasn’t exactly her responsibility to begin with, so she turned her gaze away from the stalls and continued with her walk.

After a near decade of a never endings cycle hearing the merchants endless ranting, the woman finally arrived at her destination … Click!...Clack! Her footsteps stopped. Soothing teal and rose wood greeted her eyes as they traveled towards her own booth. Slowly pacing she roamed towards it until taking notice of a shadow leaning against it. “What in heavens name are you doing here malenkiy krolik*?” demanded a harshly soft-spoken voice. “Just the usual. Waiting.” the shadow answered. Frowning the woman creased her eyebrows and testily asked why. “To annoy you, what else.” Answered a deepish amused voice. Sighing the ginger haired woman stepped forward flicking the shadow or rather the boy on his forehead. “Ow” he cried out dramatically “How cruel, and to your own friend! How will I live with this betrayal” as he balled both of his hands together into one giant fist. “Oh, the agony!” he laughingly wailed and moved his hands towards his chest imitating a knife stabbing him through his heart. Sinking down onto one knee and then falling onto his back, the boy closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at the side of his mouth. “Goodbye cruel world”. No longer being able to hold it in any longer both burst into a fit of laughter that echoed through the streets. “You … idiot!” said the woman between laughter as she looked at him lying in a mixture of mud and soggy snow. Japing he propped himself up and stretched his arms wide “Well, won’t you give me your biggest bear hug?” he asked grinningly while slowly walking to said woman. “Oh no no no, you stay away.” “Now, come on! I heard mud is supposed to be good for the skin, don’t you want to try it out?” teased the man trying to catch the running ginger. Arms indulged the woman and heaved her up from the ground hugging her from behind. “Got you” he mockingly whispered into her ear shell.

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A few miles away from Kribirsk on the road Vy a young woman roamed around the landscape before her, taking in the sight of pure despair that had waltzed over this part of Ravka. The autumn breeze had swept through her long dark hair and the warm sun had warmed her in the steadily colder getting weather. Behind her a young man walked towards her and bumped his shoulder with hers, laughing he argued with the brunette who found it everything but funny, which only made his smile grow tenfold. Next thing she knew he had already disappeared into the huge crowd of soldier, caravans, carts, and wagons over the hill. Quickening her steps the young woman followed him, although she remained one of the last people to arrive in the valley leading straight to Kribirsk and thus to the shadow Fold.

Mesmerized she had stopped in her tracks and looked upon the shadow Fold, speechless she continued to study the shapeless cloud that she had seen on maps so many times. But nothing could have compared to the actual Fold in front of her, no map could have grasped its darkness and the fear that instantly occurred the longer you starred at it. Many had called it the “Unsea”, a name that should encourage even the weakest soldiers and merchants, but not her.

The young man came back and whispered something into her ear that made her turn around to his smiling face. It was obvious to those who looked close enough, that the woman was very much liking his attention, but never to the girls that interrupted them. Instantly the dark-haired woman’s mood turned sour, and both continued with their walk.

The woman dreaded going into the Fold and hereby maybe making one of her biggest nightmares come true. She could only hope her travel would not turn out to be disastrous.

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Pale hands softly stroked the lush petals of a bright yellow flowers only to lay them down onto the rose wood counter and to pick up the next flower in her reach. The soothing smell of various flowers blended together and brought forth a mesmerizing smile. Her hands worked quickly on cutting the stems, making sure her precious colorful friends would survive a little longer. “A-Achoo!” the loud sneeze brought her back from the world she had been in mere seconds ago. “Remind me, why can’t you sell something else? You know how I react to them.” the boy from earlier complained. Scoffing the ginger replied “Well, to be honest whose idea was it to begin with again malenkiy krolik **?”. A defeated look crossed upon his face as he began to mumble to himself how stupid and mean the woman in front of him was. This only made the ginger head laugh out loud and shake her head in the process. “Hey! No need to laugh! And to think I was so kind to bring you Pirozhki***. Guess it’s all for me then.” he said teasingly while slowly starting to walk away. Abruptly she stopped her laughter and stood still, unmoving before hastily sprinting after him. “Wait!” she called out and grabbed the back of his dark leather like jacket. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Humming the boy smiled while still having his back turned towards her. Staying in silence the girl decided to hug his back, searching with her eyes where he had hidden the amazing treat she craved. Freeing himself from her grasp he laughingly turned around and held the Pirozhki over her head, waving. “Where you perhaps looking for this?” he said mockingly and kept waving it closer and closer to her face. Pouting the woman jumped up and tried to snatch the treat from his grasp without success. After many fruitless attempts Anna only crossed her arms underneath her chest and stomped back towards her stall, seemingly angered. Perplexed the boy jogged after her until he stood beside her “Come on Anna, don’t pout.” Ignoring him she went behind her stall again and began working on her flower display. He absolutely hated it when she did that, just to get a rise out of him. Guiltily the brunette rubbed his head in frustration, knowing he had no other option “Fine. Here you can have mine too, just don’t ignore me.” He said while holding out both portions. Grinning to herself proudly she snatched them out of his cold hands and happily began to munch on the first one. “And that is how you make efficient business” she said grinning with a full mouth and began to tend to her shop once again. “Yeah, yeah you got what you wanted.” mumbled the boy under his breath, acting angry. From the corner of his eye, he saw Anna and a small smile traced his lips. Satisfied he quickly bid her goodbye and began to walk away. “I’ll see you later Yuri!” she called out to him as he waved his arm above his head gesturing his reply.

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Two young soldiers trying to distract themselves before their journey wandered through the dim market of Kribirsk. Their shoes had already sunken into the muddy roads as they made their way through the gathering crowd. In all honesty Kribirsk wasn’t much to look at in the first place, too many taverns and pubs passed by the two. Not many other shops that caught their interest, there were the occasional shops that sold weaponry to defend yourself in the fold, the bone sellers and Alina was sure along the way there were a few brothels as well. Probably the only two things that stood out from the city were the whitewashed church in the middle of the town square and a small flower shop at the end of the trail towards the harbor of skiffs. Well, maybe it had not been so surprising to see the church, praying before the crossover probably wasn’t such a bad idea. But Alina had never been an overly religious person, and she surely wouldn’t start now, even though praying sounded pretty tempting at the moment. She hadn’t been able to sleep for the last few days, and it only gotten worse the closer the crossover day neared. Dreading her journey however had only been partly reason for her anxiousness, she had a feeling she couldn’t quite place right and it scared her. Sensing her fear her companion Mal spoke “Stop worrying already. They won’t even notice you there, and if they attack maybe they’ll take a look a Mikhail and see that juicy belly of his and leave us alone.” he jokingly tried to lighten the mood. Disturbed Alina glanced at him “I was kidding no one will eat him” “I know, you’re hilarious, ha ha ha” she replied sarcastically. Gently he pulled her to his shoulder and whispered that she’ll never be alone in this mess, because she has him at her side. Pulling each other forward they made their way further through the growing crowd. Smiling she walked alongside him “Oh! Her majesties spirits have been restored” Mal called out dramatically. Ticked of by his comment Alina turned to give him a punch, until she heard the repeating sound of clattering hooves and the many joyful shouts around them. Mal quickly yanked Alina from the side of the road making her crash into the stall behind her, destroying it in during her fall. Disorientated Alina tried to get up, only to notice another woman beside her with fiery ginger hair, brushing of the dirt from her dress. Before Alina could even begin to apologize both women’s attention was captured by the by-passing carriage, neither caring about the stall anymore.

Large black horses as intimidating as the fold itself dragged an even larger carriage behind them. Both women swore they had never been so fascinated, as they saw the coal black coach quickly passing by and everyone immediately knew whom it belonged to. The Darkling. Everyone was obvious to the fact that THE darkling sat right behind these doors with his personal guards on his track. Anna sat unmoving, following the carriage with her eyes as it grew smaller in the distance. She could hear her rapid heartbeat amongst the others around her and an unsettling feeling grew in the pit of her stomach as she saw the carriage stop near the huge black mass they called the “Unsea”. A strange dark familiar pull made its way towards her heart and the pressure of a million rocks upon it returned to her after so many years. It had terrified her back then as it does now and as much as she tried to blend out the quiet heartbeats that came from the place she feared the most, she wasn’t able to do it now that she had felt this familiar pull again. The heartbeats drummed inside her head, and it only worsened the moment she laid eyes upon the second coach that passed by herself and the unknown woman. Crimson red, like blood. With wide opened eyes she starred at it, too frightened to do anything else. Subconsciously her mind blared at her to run for cover and get away from them as quickly as she could, but her body remained paralyzed. Annas ears throbbed blaring out any noise except their heartbeats. They were loud, far too loud now. Panic arose in her, numbing her mind. Her nail dug into her own arm, trying to find solid ground until red spilled out beneath her nails. It didn’t bother her, the aching pain distracted her. But the closer the crimson color moved towards her the more she began shivering, screaming inside her head for her body to move until it would be too late. But her own body had different plans and refused. Breathing began to become hard as if her lungs forgot how to breath for a minute. Anna held the air inside her lungs for longer than she had to, until they had moved away no air had escaped. And the moment her body listened to her again she ducked behind the strange girl that laid next to her, hoping to make herself look as small and invisible as possible. Only after the third coach arrived did she finally allow herself to breathe again, and her lungs inhaled a huge amount of air before blowing it out again. The refreshing air that filled her lungs once again broke her trance washing her worries away.

While still trying to recollect herself and focus on the upcoming coach, something caught Annas eye.

A young girl that leaned out of the blue window, whose curly black hair swayed with the wind behind her ears. The ebony color shone in the slight afternoon sun and framed the girls face at the same time. Although her mesmerizing hair was mostly kept in place by a silver fox hat, that appeared far too big on her head. Admittingly her face was one of true beauty considering most beauty standards, high cheek bones, luscious lips and those eyes, oh those eyes. They were by far the most beautiful thing Anna had every laid her eyes upon. Anna felt like drowning in the strangers deep blue eyes that told of a lifetime of struggle that had never been put into words. Beautiful wouldn’t bring the girl justice Anna thought. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much time admiring her, as Anna immediately noticed the proud arrogant look of the girl scanning the roaring crowd around the blue coach, which only stopped once they had laid eyes upon two individuals. Her eyes clearly lingered on two handsome boys I know why many look at him this way, so why shouldn’t she, a Grisha, do the same Alina thought devastated. It’s only natural to feel attracted to something that appears to be out of reach. The stranger smiled to herself as the coach drove off the Grisha camp down below, never letting both males out of her sight. Great, another one. Anna exhaled annoyed too occupied with her own little problem. “-- to keep my hand hanging forever” Yuri’s voice startled Anna as she looked at his outstretched hand. Grasping it she was pulled upwards but stumbled right into his chest from the near force he used. Turning his head sideways Yuri looked away and silently celebrated his small victory. Embarrassed Anna pulled away and glanced at her feet, mumbling a small thank you. That’s when it hit her, her stall. She had spent all morning to make it at least look descend to attract people, and now it was ruined. Cursing to herself she spun around looking if she could see the stupid girl that caused her dilemma, but she was nowhere to be seen. Just my luck Anna grumbled. “What’s up with you all of a sudden?” “Nothing. Just help me out a little would you” the ginger head asked letting a long sigh leave her mouth. To her surprise Yuri was able to build up the stall very quickly, the only sad thing were the flowers that she now had to dispose of. Sighing again to herself, she tried to at least pick up what could be saved and laid it out onto the rose wood. “By the way, did you see the way the girl looked at me.” Yuri gleefully exclaimed while looking at the Grisha camp in the distance. “No, I haven’t seen it. Or do you mean how she looked at you like a piece of meat.” “Piece of meat? No. I only saw those heart eyes of hers. Do you think I could trick her now into giving me that ugly fur hat of hers? ” “Hey, don’t get too cocky now.” “Cocky? Me? Never.” replied Yuri grinning. Anna could only shake her head at his antics. “Don’t you mister have a job to get to?” “Maybe. But I’d rather be here.” Rolling her eyes, the ginger smiled and against her friend’s protest ushered him away. That idiot.

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It had been several hours since the higher Grishas had arrived and the crowd around the tiny market had begun to be filled with other Grishas that probably came from the camp near the fold. Having Grisha around Kribirsk didn’t bother Anna as much as it used to, but she still refuses to directly interact with them, and it’s not like they ever really stopped by her stall to buy something, which she was glad about. Just watching as they held their chins far too high for their own good as they walked around the gloomy city, maybe that amused Anna to a certain extend too. The pure confusion when one salesman tried selling them something while having one of the worst accent she ever heard was highly laughable. She knew almost everybody that sold something here messed with them out of pure spite, not being able to stand that Grisha put themselves onto a higher position than they actually were. Pure arrogance was often a feature that was noticeable in their expression, but you know what they say pride comes before they fall. So, it was neither surprising nor exactly foreseeable that Grisha usually only came to stalk up on their food resources and nothing else, not wanting to interact with the locals longer than they actually had to.

That’s why Anna was even more startled when she saw a tall but thin blonde Grisha in a crimson red Kefta walking towards her. She said to herself, that he was probably walking to someone next to her, there are many popular stalls next to her after all. But to her dismay the blond continued his way to her and all she was able to focus on were his footsteps that grew louder as they neared her. Ba bump. Ba bump. Her heartbeat started to pick up as she felt sweat starting to form within her palms and on her forehead. Reacting to her own fear her body began to tremble, and her clammy hands could barely stop shaking. Overwhelmed small tears of frustration gathered within her eyes, waiting to spill out and drench her. How can I get out of this? The young woman watched the blonde man come to a stop right in front of her, looking at the plants she had left after the incident from this morning. Aware that he would be able to hear her heartbeat as well, as she did right now, she made the stupid mistake of trying to calm her it on her own. The blonde gently looked up at her and smiled, as if telling her, yes I know how your feeling. Sucking in her breath her heartbeat picked up again, hammering against her ribcage. What are you doing? The woman asked herself, feeling that she was frozen to the spot by her own fear once again “Hello… can, can I help you?” Anna timidly mumbled, not meeting the strangers’ eyes. Only silence followed her statement, so Anna tried again but a little bit louder, that caught the man’s attention. “Of course. I’m looking for something special for … someone” he gently and joyfully replied. Relaxing a bit seeing that he isn’t as intimidating as he appeared the ginger hesitantly answered him, asking what kind of someone he meant. Grinning he began to talk about a person and Anna could clearly tell the change in the man’s heartbeat as it picked up at the mention of his special someone. A small barely noticeable smile grazed her lips, no longer thinking about the crimson kefta that had frightened her, but starstruck by the loving words from the man in front of her. But the fear remained none the less as the back of her mind continued with feeding her with gruesome scenarios on how everything would play out if she seemed anything less than innocent to him. The horror scenarios caused her hands to tremble again as she picked up a bundle of Carnations. “Beautiful aren’t they?” she whispered to herself and looked at the Carnations color fading from red edges to a pure white. “They are.” came a sudden very loud reply, making Anna suddenly jump back a few inches.

Stumbling forward the woman slowly lifted her arm, only so much, that it wouldn’t be noticeable under the wooden board. Anna felt the veins in her hands pulsating, she could make out the blood rushing through them and pumping into her heart. Shaking like a leaf the ginger started up at the blond male in front of her scanning all of him for potential danger. But her rationality flew out the window when she caught eye of a second man striding towards her. Panicked red mist seeped out of her trembling hand forming into a small ball of red misty energy, swaying with the movements of her fingers. Slowly the mist crawled its way into the blonds ears and soon after made his once sky blue eyes turn into a deep red color. Anna moved her fingers, the blonds eyes began to give her a dazed look as his chest tensed and his breathing consistently became harder and rougher. The ginger woman moved nearer, no longer trembling but with her tears finally spilling from her eyes. Rapidly drawing her arms back towards her chest, the mist vanished into thin air What was I doing? She asked herself, slowly beginning to scratch at her skin again. Hastily trying to overplay her little slip she rambled under own breath “Carnations are a symbol of love. I th-think your partner might like them. The white re-represents luck and the pinkish red on the outside sh-shows your affection and admiration.” Opening his eyes, the Grisha looked at her confused What was it that I was doing here again? His gazes shifted from the flowers to her while his smile never faded and then his thin hand dropped a small number of coins into her palms. Gently the blonde took the flowers from her hands “… Thank you…” came the tired reply from said man.  And with that the strange Grisha left, sometimes tumbling over his own two feet, but steadily getting better.

Fear settled within Anna, what had she just done.

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Smiling to himself the blonde man made his way towards the huge black tent that stood in the middle of the field surrounded by his fellow Grishas. Holding the flowers in one hand he didn’t watch the path ahead and bumped into a huge mass of black. Startled he looked at the person he had run into and upon making eye contact quickly apologized before the man in black grabbed his writs in his hand and dragged him towards a black tent. Unsurprisingly the inside was the same as the outside, everything held in a never-ending black color. Saluting to the person in front of him, the blonde began to answer to the question that was harshly asked by the man in front of him. Carefully listening, the man walked around a wooden table until he stood right in front of the blonde again. “Raise your head Feydor. I thank you for this information. See to it, that she will be here tomorrow.” What would he want from her? “Of course, sir.” “And clean yourself before you go to Ivan with these.” pointing at the flowers in Feydor’s right hand. “Of course, sir. Goodbye.”

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Cursing her stupid self for exposing herself, Anna wandered around Kribirsk looking for Yuri in hopes he could help in hiding her for a while. She looked around every nook and cranny unconsciously wandered further and further away from the city center. Until she found herself standing in the first army’s camping ground. From far away her ears was able to her loud yelling as well as cheering, curious she moved towards the large thin brown tent in the middle and took a look inside. But to her disappointment they were all only gathered in a circle cheering on a fight if two men in the middle of the crowd. Deflated Anna turned her back on the sight and tried to make her way out again, but many soldiers pushed her aside. Loud screams blurred together and slowly made her head hurt. Pushing further towards the exit Anna kept rambling people earning her a furious glare. Well, I might as well look around  if I’m already here. Peeking through almost every open tent she passed by she soon discovered a tent filled with various maps from Kribirsk, to Ketterdam to a whole map of the world. The drawings were exceptionally breathtaking, so skillfully drawn and so detailed. Anna couldn’t help but let her hands glide upon them, looking for any kind of imperfection. The thread and the paint underneath her fingers felt so old and full of love for its art. Fascinated by the beauty before her she failed to notice the larger growing shadow building itself up behind her “What are you doing here?” demanded a scratchy but youthful voice.

* meaning: little rabbit

** meaning: little rabbit

*** piroshki, a common fast food in Armenia and Azerbaijan. In Armenia it often contains a potato or seasoned meat filling.

Written in 2023. Do not copy, translate and then repost without my permission.