#i didn’t put bong because i know people would be disappointed to see that it’s actually a sand post

[l-i-r-i-e-s]

if…. if sans the skelton… were to… “hit a bong”… would.. would the smoke come out of.. his eyes?? or- or his neck?? or.. like… his ass??!!!!!

[nohoney]

I Just Want It To Be Us - 1.1

note: Part 1 of the Us series which is originally posted on my ao3 here

Us series masterlist

characters: Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Hawks/Keigo Takami

warnings: 18+, drug use, toxic relationships, cheating, angsty-ish

summary:

That question always rang through your mind every time he comes back smelling like one of his side whores and cash in his pocket. He’s your boyfriend but he’s been doing this since way before he met you, and he wasn’t going to stop just because you’re together. It was a condition that you pretty much forced yourself to accept from the very beginning because well… you really did like Dabi that much.

Dabi knows that it makes you upset but he’s not going to stop for your sake.

You know that he won’t.

1.1 ✧ 1.2  ✧ 1.3

Your mother would be so disappointed if she saw you with your current boyfriend.

“Marry a nice man, honey.”

“When you find someone to settle down with, make sure he’s the one.”

“Don’t flit about from guy to guy, it’s not lady-like.”

All these rules your mother set you up with when it came to finding a boyfriend, you knew it came from a good place in her heart. She was only looking out for you when she told you these things but didn’t she get that dating now was different in this age and time? You’re a free person and you can see however many people you want or you could see no one at all and that was perfectly fine as well.

She has a feeling you’re seeing someone but you haven’t confirmed with her. To be honest, you don’t think you’ll tell her anything about your current boyfriend. It would be for the sake of preserving her little, fragile heart. How horrified would she be if she found out her precious daughter was dating the local drug dealer in her college campus?

He didn’t like being called by his surname and he didn’t seem to like being called by his first name either. The first time he speaks in front of your intro to philosophy class, taking it just to fulfill one of grad requirements, he says to just refer to him as ‘Dabi’. It’s curious to the people who don’t know who he is already but who are they to argue with someone how they should be addressed?

So you call him Dabi.

You called him Dabi the first time you spoke to him in class, asking for notes from the day you missed before in class. You called him Dabi when he found you sitting alone in the library and he kicked your chair to get your attention. You called him Dabi the more you spent time together with him, even past the semester once your one shared class is over and final grades were submitted. You called him Dabi the first time he ever rails you on his cock in the backseat on his car.

You almost forget sometimes that his real name is Touya.

In his off campus apartment, he sits in a chair in front of the bathroom mirror and you stand behind him with plastic gloves over your hands, helping him dye the roots of his hair black. The dye stinks, you hate the smell of it, but he kind of suckered you into doing it for him this time. He promised that if you’d help him, he’d sit through one of your stupid romantic-comedy movies you’d been dying to watch for a while. But you had to tack on a condition if he was going to give you an incentive.

If Dabi watched a movie with you and wasn’t entertained by it enough, he’d always leave to smoke a joint and come back high just so that he could get through the rest of the film.

“No break of any kind unless it’s a snack or pee break, you understand me?” you tell him as you put the final layer of dye on his roots. “And no doing it before the movie starts! I want you sober when we watch it together.”

“Yeah, yeah doll. You have my word.” Dabi passively waves his hand at you as he looks down at his phone.

Your eyes casually glance down at his phone screen and see that he’s in his messages app.

Wonder if someone is trying to get him as a connect. You think to yourself as you dispose of the plastic gloves and the remaining hair dye. You’re cleaning up the hair dye tools and open the window to air out the awful smell of the dye, all while Dabi sits in his chair and stares at his messaging app. The sounds of incoming messages from his phone tell you that there’s a conversation going on but his fingers don’t move over the keyboard to respond. It’s not your business how he runs his operations.

“How long do I leave the dye on?” he asks as he stands up from the chair, putting his phone on the countertop, and literally rips the shirt off his body from the neckline down the middle. It’s just a regular t-shirt he bought to protect his skin from the dye dripping onto his body dispensable from the very beginning, but he didn’t have to make a show of it. The shirt drops to the floor in a heap and he kicks it off to the side; you are not picking it up for him.

Dabi’s hot, ridiculously hot, that’s the first thing anyone notices about him. Both his ears have multiple piercings and his nose as well sporting three studs on his right nostril. If he’s wearing short sleeves, the first thing anyone will see that his both arms are tattooed all black, save for where they end, at his hands and shoulders it’s detailed to look like his skin is being held together by staples. On any other person it would look ridiculous to you, on Dabi not so much.

He notices you staring and winks at you, but you scoff at him and push past him to exit the bathroom. “You know how long it stays on, you’ve done this plenty of times before by yourself.”

“I like it when you tell me doll.”

Ah Dabi could be so charming when he felt like it.

You roll your eyes at him but peck him on the lips. “Shut up, I’m going to order in some food for dinner today.”

“Wow, ordering in for dinner tonight. Such housewife material (Name).” Dabi pokes fun at you.

“And you’re going to be the perfect husband Dabi.” you tease back.

You’re not certain if Dabi is long-term boyfriend material, you’ve only been dating for about five months. It’s not a long period of time you’ve spent as boyfriend and girlfriend but you’ve had a lot of fun with him. Although you have to admit that part of the fun you were experiencing with Dabi was because of what he’s introduced you to.

Before Dabi, you’d only smoke a little bit of weed every once in a while or take the occasional edible to wind down. You never had your own stash of it, you’d only partake if a friend supplied or if you were at a party. There was no point in having your own selection if you didn’t really partake in it that much. You were okay with smoking from a joint or a bong every once in a while, maybe take an edible if you wanted something a little stronger than smoking flower.

After Dabi you’d indulge in the occasional gram of coke and maybe some ecstasy if you felt like you could afford to take two days off from work for the come down. There were still others you hadn’t given a try yet, like shrooms or 2CB or do a candy flip, but you were slowly working up the nerve to give them a try when you were ready. Dabi offered you a Percocet but god, never again because you were too fucked up the one time you tried it.

You didn’t really think in your life you’d be involved romantically with a drug dealer but honestly it’s not as bad as you thought it would be.

Oh yeah, try explaining that to Mom…

Dab treats you right for the most part, he’s never yelled at you or ever taken his anger out on you either since dating each other, he just sells narcotics on the college campus and he got you into it too, it’s not a big deal. It helped that Dabi took it easy on you rather than just pushing you to do more than you were comfortable with. The first time you were curious about coke, he made you a little thin line of it and it took you more than an hour to decide you were ready before finally snorting it. After that first one, he let you decide how long and thick you wanted your lines to be. He’d cut it nice and neat for you and point to which one was yours to take. Coke felt good but the drip was disgusting in the back of your throat.

Speaking of disgusting…

“Hey, it should have been long enough so wash that gross stuff out your hair and let’s eat dinner.” you called from the kitchen as you plated the takeout food that arrived not too long ago.

You and Dabi sit at his little dinner table with the television streaming some random drama for background noise. Dinner topics for the evening range from school, homework, family news if there is any, and when to coordinate seeing each other next in between classes and your part time job. Conversations go smoothly and you’re cleaning up the kitchen when Dabi comes up behind you and presses a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling you as you wipe the plates you just ate off of. You feel a sense of dread because every time he does that it means…

“Hey, there’s a house party this Saturday and I gotta work.”

You bite your tongue inside your mouth and exhale through your nose.

He has to work so he’ll be gone for a while, has to disperse his inventory and has to please his regulars as well as find any potential new customers.

If it was just selling, it wouldn’t be an issue.

The real issue is that you know he fucks some of his female customers. No no no, they don’t just get free coke or acid or whatever they’re asking for by spreading their legs for Dabi. He still expects cash as payment, but if he thinks they’re pretty enough then he doesn’t mind getting something extra aside from money after a sale. He’s handsome so why wouldn’t someone want to hop on his lap and go for a ride?

Dabi saves you the trouble by just being upfront about it, swears to you that you’re his favorite and that he only sees the other girls if he’s making a sale, they’re just customers. He goes to them, he goes to their location and fucks them where they meet him. None of his side whores have ever been brought back to his place, not like how he lets you in so easily when you knock on his door. He doesn’t take them out or treat them sweetly like he does with you; it’s just a sale and a fuck. It still doesn’t matter to you though, it still makes you jealous. It makes you clench your jaw in anger and want to just deck him right where his nose piercings are.

You’re his girlfriend but did that title mean anything if he was still going to sleep with other girls?

That question always rang through your mind every time he comes back smelling like one of his side whores and cash in his pocket. He’s your boyfriend but he’s been doing this since way before he met you, and he wasn’t going to stop just because you’re together. It was a condition that you pretty much forced yourself to accept from the very beginning because well… you really did like Dabi that much.

Dabi knows that it makes you upset but he’s not going to stop for your sake.

You know that he won’t.

“Fine.”

━━━━✧

If Dabi gets to fuck other girls then surely you have the right to do just the same with boys right?

The thing is though is that you did one time just right before the two of you made your relationship official, you hit up an old fuck buddy of yours while Dabi was out selling at another house party in the middle of the night. He left a measly text saying not to wait up for him and that he’d see you for breakfast. It would have been sweet if not for the fact that he came to your apartment smelling like another girl, just spending just two hours with you before flitting off into the night. Two hours of him on your sofa smelling like someone else, not even offering to shower to get their stench off, and he did his best to placate you before giving up and letting you stew in your own anger.

So you hit up your old fuck buddy and you go to him, you just get straight to the point when you’re let into his dorm and fuck your frustrations out on him. You intended to go straight back to your home but angry fucking took a lot out on you so you just spend the night there instead. “Don’t cuddle me, I’ll be gone in the morning.” you tell him after patting his cheek and pulling the blanket over your body.

It’s a quarter before eight when you’re trudging back to your apartment and you see Dabi leaning against your front door. You’re going to ask how his night was but he abruptly pulls you to him and growls in your ear to, “Get in your fucking apartment… now.”

He knows you went out to get fucked, doesn’t want to know who you went to.

You and him argue for over two hours inside your home, pacing back and forth in the living room. It’s back and forth of ‘it’s just business with those girls’ from him and ‘why shouldn’t I be allowed to do it to you?’ from you. Dabi says it’s just business and they mean nothing to him, claims to you that you hurt him more because you did it out of revenge. He really got you screaming at him after he said that but he didn’t dare back down. He stands firm and so do you, that really gets him angry with you even more.

He didn’t apologize and neither did you.

You were jabbing your finger in his chest when he grabs you by the wrist, irritation and exhaustion evident in his turquoise eyes. “Don’t fucking do that to me.” he growls at you.

“Get your fucking hands off me Dabi.” you spit back, shaking his hand off your wrist. “Get out.”

“No, we’re not leaving it like this.” he insists. “We’re fucking talk about this.”

You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation. “No, you want to ‘talk about it’ until I yield to you which is never going to happen! We’re going around in circles! You’re not going to be sorry and I’m not going to be sorry!”

A tense stare off between the two of you for a few seconds.

Next thing you know, you’re pulling off each other’s clothes and you’re forced on your hands and knees in your own bed. The only foreplay you get is a few seconds of rough kissing and Dabi spitting on his fingers to prep you as quickly as he can. When he pushes in, it’s rough and a little uncomfortable but you’re quick to adjust to the punishing pace. He pulls your hair too hard, you backhand him in the face, he spanks you until your ass is red and aching, you dig your nails into his back and scratch achingly slow down his flesh to make sure it really hurts.

Hate fucking with Dabi was a whole new level of intensity for you but you keep up with him until it turns into slow love making.

The biting, angry dirty talk from the beginning turns into whining praises; from ‘you spiteful, fucking bitch’ to ‘my pretty, little angel’.

“Fuck babydoll, you know how good you feel? I think I’ve fucked you so much that your pussy’s shaped to take just my cock. This cunt damn near drained me dry but I still want more. Cum on my cock more, tell me how bad you want it.” Dabi whispers into the skin of your shoulder before licking a trail up to your chin and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ugh, baby it’s so fucking good, only you know my body like this. I don’t want it from anyone else but you… shit, I’m going to cum again!” you groan as you clamp down on him once more and your pussy strangles his cock for more cum.

You fall asleep after two hours of fucking, your head resting in the crook of his neck and his arm around your shoulders to keep you close. The both of you are all fucked out but your mind is still fixated on the fight. Despite the intimate sex that’s brought you closer together after rounds of hate fucking, it doesn’t change the fact that Dabi still fucks his customers sometimes and you’re still resentful about it.

“If it makes you feel better then fine (Name), you can fuck who you want.” Dabi says to you when the both of you wake up and are pulling your clothes back on your bodies. “But know this, if you want to be in on this then you’re just going to have to accept that I’ve been doing this since before I met you and it’s not going to stop just because we’re together. So go ahead, fuck who you want but as long as you always come back to me. I always come back to you, don’t I sweetheart?”

You’re smoothing your hair down, taking in his words before looking up at him and asking, “We’re together?”

Dabi’s eyes are full of mirth as he approaches you, pulling you close to his body and squeezing one of your asscheeks in his hand. “You’re my favorite, my number one, I like you (Name). The things I do for you, what I’ve done to you, no one else gets that from me.”

He didn’t apologize and neither did you.

But funnily enough even though he gave you permission to sleep with whoever you wanted, you didn’t really have the desire to do so. He comes to you smelling like other girls sometimes and that should be your cue to go find your own rando to hump on but you just… don’t.

Part of you wonders if Dabi is happy that you don’t go around like he does despite his blessing. You’re resentful towards yourself sometimes that you don’t go out and have some fun with someone else too. He gave you permission so you should take him up on it, that makes sense given the circumstances. Apparently the only thing that was important to him was that he always be your priority the same way that you were his.

Maybe at the time you just wanted the rush of revenge and now it was different that Dabi took that away from you by giving you permission. Maybe he knew that once he gave you the green light that you weren’t going to bother anymore with seeking anyone else out.

You were certain that he was manipulating you but you didn’t have solid evidence so there wasn’t much you could do. What the hell were you supposed to say to him?

Hey Dabi you tricked me into not sleeping with other people?

Dabi did always give you a heads up at least when he was going out to sell and he always tried to make you happy when he comes back. He offers to order in your favorite food, bring your favorite bottle of alcohol with your favorite juice to chase, eat you out until you’re a quivering mess on his mouth, or nudges half of a tablet of ecstasy in your hand and says that he just wants to put on music and house roll with you.

It still doesn’t change that you get jealous no matter how many sweet things he does for you.

But you like him enough to deal with his shenanigans… just barely.

━━━━✧

“Why don’t you come with me?” Dabi asks you as soon as you’re back from work. You’re tossing your purse onto your sofa and drop your body onto the cushions, your head in his lap and seeking his warmth. His hand goes to your head to start massaging your scalp, his fingers working magic and making you groan in pleasure. “Come with me tomorrow doll.”

You roll your eyes and turn your head to look at whatever show Dabi was watching while he was waiting for you. “To watch you flourish your business? I don’t think so. I’ll stay behind like I usually do.” you scoff, pressing your cheek against his leg and sighing.

He’s never asked for you to come along before, he doesn’t need the distraction of babysitting you. You wonder what’s caused him to ask you to tag along.

“Come on doll, just come along. Odds are I won’t be coming back the night of the party and Keigo will be there tomorrow, he can keep you company.”

Ah you loved Keigo, he was the only one that Dabi really considered to be a friend to him. Maybe it was because he could keep up with your boyfriend in regards to their drug consumption but you could see that they had a bond beyond just getting high together, more than just pills or powders or tabs that keeps them together. Together they both seemed like laid back individuals but Dabi only seemed laid back due to how apathetic he was whereas Keigo was actually a chill person because that’s how he actually was, it wasn’t just the air about him that made him seem so.

You loved being with Keigo, he always spoiled you silly and made you laugh.

“I don’t know, what exactly will I get out of it?” you shrug your shoulders and huff out quietly.

Suddenly two little baggies come into your view, one filled with white powder and the other with a little pink tablet. “Is this supposed to be a bribe to get me to come along?” you ask, staring at the bags and not bothering to take them from your boyfriend’s fingertips. You won’t lie that it is a little bit tempting, just a little bit.

“Maybe so, you know that my merchandise for you is discounted doll. Nothing but the best for you, my shit is always clean.” Dabi shakes the little baggies as if the contents are going to be more enticing if he does so. There’s definitely a big truth to what he said, the quality to his inventory is nothing less than superb. It’s why his clientele always kept on coming back to him but the absolute best was either for his favorites or it was apart of his own personal stash.

You’re staring hard at the baggies and start debating in your mind. Dabi would still give it to you even if you insisted that you stay home but there was no fun in doing it alone. You had some friends that could help you kill the coke if you asked them over but god forbid they start feening, that’s when they became difficult to deal with. There was no point in you holding onto them either if you weren’t going to do anything with them right away.

Since Keigo was going to be at the party tomorrow and if Dabi was going to give the baggies no matter what…

“Alright, only since Keigo is going to be there. Nothing else.” you give in and pluck the two baggies from Dabi’s hand and sit up on the sofa. “Now how much do I owe you for your merchandise sir?”

Dabi smirks at you as he crawls over you until you’re lying flat on your back, like you’re his prey and he’s the predator. “Just your usual payment madame, if you please.”

[clefairymuke]

daydream | chapter one

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pairing: armin arlert x reader

themes: college/modern au, slowburn, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, smut

tw: recreational drug use, drinking, explicit sexual content

word count: 1705

The clock was obnoxiously loud with its endless ticking as you struggled to answer yet another dreaded short response prompt, your eyes threatening to trail over to the paper next to yours. You cursed your professor in your head, wondering who had the audacity to dub them "short answer" when answering every nit-picking facet of the question required at least a page-long essay to respond to the prompt in its entirety. The pen would soon break through the paper with how aggressively you were pushing it down. Against your better judgement, you allowed yourself to glance at your friend's paper. All you were able to read was the scrawled cursive "Armin Arlert" at the top before it was pulled from the table and started its journey to the professor's desk. Armin shot you a side eye as he threw his bag over his shoulder, and you returned a feigned apologetic grin. You watched as he waltzed confidently to the front of the room. Everything was so easy for him.

You sighed as he laid his paper on Professor Hange's desk and left. You knew he'd be outside waiting on the bench by the sidewalk when you finally finished; it was looking like he would be there for at least an hour. You tried to focus. What exactly had you learned so far in Biology 220? As far as you knew, the answer was absolutely nothing. After another while of pretending to think while actually berating yourself internally for your lack of studying, you did what you do best: you wrote down 200 words of absolute bullshit and hoped for a passing grade. It had put you through a year and a half of school -- you hoped it wouldn't fail you now.

It made sense for Armin to do well. After all, he was a biology major on the premed track. You, on the other hand, chose English on the form last minute in order to take the least amount of science and math possible. Learning that general education required sequences instead of singular courses had smacked you in the mouth. You erased the last word and fixed your handwriting three times before you finally decided you were finished, taking the paper up front to join Armin's and relishing in the sunlight hitting your face as you left the building.

"How'd you do?" Armin asked sweetly, perched on the nearest of many walkway-side benches along the campus. You saw a coffee in his hand. As you got closer, you noticed one for you sitting next to him. You smiled.

"I honestly think I did fucking awful. I haven't retained anything from Hange's class at all. She's not even a bad teacher -- I think it just isn't for me," you answered, taking a seat and lifting the coffee to your lips. It was your favorite.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. He'd had a haircut only the day before; he always toyed with the prickly hair on the back of his neck for the first few days after one. You wondered if he'd ever get used to having his hair shorter. "I've offered to help you, you know. I always say I'll start studying with you, and you always say we will. Then I end up studying while you lay there on your phone halfway listening."

"Well, midterms are over now. Maybe I'll let you teach me a thing or two before finals. What's important is that spring break starts now." For a moment you could see yourself and Armin laid out on the beach, sun soaking into your skin with the soft crashing of waves present only a few yards away; that was the definition of heaven. You saw Armin grin as he started to pull his bag over his shoulder in preparation for your walk to his dorm. A common misconception about your friend was that he was a stick in the mud; however, this was decidedly the furthest thing from the truth. Although he was perfect academically -- 4.0 GPA, active in student organizations, one of the way-too-happy people that shows the freshmen around campus each year -- he knew how to have a good time. Perhaps it was years of corruption from you and your other friends (Eren and Jean, in particular), but outside of a god-awful science class, he was easily your favorite person to be around.

The two of you walked side by side across campus, chatting idly about the party you both planned to attend that night and the long drive that awaited you come morning. It was the perfect weather out, a sunny and comfortable 70 degrees. Armin was dressed in an old-looking T-shirt advertising some bedroom pop artist you were unfamiliar with, making it more than noticeable how much he had filled out since he bought it. Khaki shorts hung a few inches above his knees. You had to look up at him when you spoke, quite the contrast to the many years your friendship spanned before. His eyes, though, were still the same blue, and that was unlikely to change.

When you arrived at his building, you trudged up the stairs behind him, grateful you would soon be able to sit down. Walking everywhere was not your favorite activity, but the campus was quite small, and driving would be overkill. You waltzed into the room as you did nearly every day, throwing a hand up to greet Eren. He had his arm thrown lazily around a girl you didn't recognize, his half-up half-down hair falling in his face as he nodded back at you with a smile, eyes half-open and glossy red.

You practically threw yourself into Armin's bed, which was neatly made aside from the plush blue blanket that laid across the yellow duvet. You were quickly underneath it, making short work toward comfort as you nuzzled into a pillow. Armin took the time to put his things away and change into loose-fitting charcoal sweatpants before taking a seat at your side, fiddling with a time-passing puzzle game on his phone.

"I think we should just stay in instead of going to the party and taking that trip. I'm pretty comfortable, and I have plenty of sleep to catch up on," you told him, the joke barely present in your voice. He chuckled, leaning back across your legs onto the wall behind him.

"You're required to come to the party," Eren called over to you, taking his lips away from the nameless girl's neck. "We promised Jean. And you're required to come on the trip, because we can't afford the Airbnb without your charitable contribution."

"Besides," Armin chimed in, looking over at you, "you were lucky your request off got approved. Think of the poor souls that are stuck behind the register at Barnes and Noble this week. They wouldn't want you to use their vacation in vain."

"When you put it that way. . ." you laughed, checking the time on your phone. "What time did Jean tell us to come?"

"Nine," Armin responded quickly, switching from his game to Twitter. It was only 4:06, according to the white numbers above the picture of you and Armin at your high school graduation. You had quite a bit of time to kill.

"Want to watch a movie?" you asked the blond boy at your side. You were already holding the Xbox controller before he could reply. You got on Disney+, arguably your favorite part of being in Armin's dorm, then tossed the controller toward him to choose. He chose, as he always did, some superhero movie that you would pretend to hate and secretly love. He looked over at you and grinned wide, pressing play.

As the opening sequence rolled, you figured it wasn't the worst way to waste time.

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The party was lame in the best way. Of course, no one outside of the typical circle had shown -- Connie and Sasha, Marco, the current girl hanging from Eren's hip (Ellie, maybe?), Ymir and Historia, and Eren's sister, Mikasa. Or, at least, he called her his sister. She was adopted -- and desperately in love with him -- and you wished he would avoid calling her that for the sake of saving face. Watching her sit angrily next to him while he toyed with the girl's hair was almost as awkward as the way Jean sat next to Mikasa, beer in his hand and flirting without shame. Connie, Sasha, and Ymir spent nearly the entire party trying to convince Historia and Marco to try smoking on Connie's new bong. Between all of these preoccupied people, you and Armin were left sharing a recliner, passing a blunt back and forth and discussing the plans for tomorrow.

Jean's apartment was trashed in the way a 19-year-old boy's would typically be, soda and beer cans lining the tables and clearly visible dust on his furniture. If you squinted, you'd see he was using his U.S. History textbook as a rolling tray. Professor Erwin would be disappointed.

Your thoughts had begun to become fuzzier and fuzzier. You could tell Armin was feeling the same by the way he giggled uncontrollably at a stupid joke Connie made across the room, causing you to chuckle. He was pretty when he laughed, white teeth poking past his lips as his clear blue eyes squinted into almost nothing. It didn't help that they were already half-closed, pink and red lining his blue irises. You and Armin were social smokers, and drinkers, and what came with that was the unfortunate fact that you were both very lightweight.

You listened absentmindedly to the soft R&B Jean was playing, obnoxiously enough, from Pandora on his TV. Every time an ad played, you died a little inside. You found yourself thanking those that didn't come tonight. Eventually, when you were all in some way intoxicated, you all gathered to watch a movie. You had never heard of it, but Jean and Eren were big fans, which meant it was likely some action film with a bit of plot if you squinted at it.

Before the title screen, you had your head laid on Armin's shoulder, gently drifting to sleep.

This was peace.

[zaikaglow]

Queens of The Court

Pairing: Hitch x Reader, mentions of Ymir x Reader, brief Eren x Reader

Synopsis: After the girl you almost dated Ymir starts dating Historia and breaks your heart you can’t get your head back in the game. A handsome boy from the baseball team offers to help you get your mind off of things, but maybe the actual solution has been under your nose the whole time.

Content: Oral (f giving and receiving, brief m giving f receiving). mention of m x f sex, but the only explicate content is between two women. Slight angst.

The ball you sent flying bounces on the other side of the tennis court and starts to roll into the adjourning court while Hitch goes running after it. “Hitch what the fuck you could have hit that if you payed attention for once in your life” you say frustrated. It was really starting to annoy you the way that Hitch would be so zoned out that she wouldn’t even notice that the ball had been served until it was far too late and she was swinging her racket at nothing. Pieck has her racket pinched between her knees as she focuses on re-tying her ponytail “Come on y/n calm down you and Ymir are the first string me and Hitch are just here as backup” at this laid back remark Ymir decides to pipe up, racket up on her shoulder she struts up to the net. “Well how do you expect me and y/n to be able to keep winning tournaments if we only get to practice with you two space cadets”. Hitch is finally back from retrieving the ball wines “come on were doing our best”! Pieck lets out a small chuckle “come on Hitch even I don't believe that”. “Whatever it’s 8 o’clock the courts closing soon and I need to go pick up Historia from practice lets go” 

You and Ymir start to head back to the locker room together and you can’t help but to think back to the times before Historia. After doubles practice when Hitch and Pieck would go off to share a joint and leer at the baseball team from the bleacher you and Ymir would play each other 1 on 1, relishing the extra time together. At first it started off as a competition. Sure you two were the best doubles team but who was the best player? The first night you broke the barriers of physical contact was when you insisted that Ymir’s serve was out and her insisting it was in, until she had you backed against the chainlink “you know maybe if you put the same amount of energy you use arguing to work on improving your serves it might have actually have been in” you chided. “Shut up” Ymir responded, “why don't you make me” were your final words before her lips came crashing down on yours, her hands against your face. From then on it was your routine, after doubles play individually and always with a bet. Maybe the loser would go down on the winner, or maybe they’d be the one to wash down the winner in the locker room showers. You two never officially dated but you loved Ymir and thought of her as your girlfriend. That was until Historia. You remember how stupid you felt the day you had won your game against the opposing school and back in the locker room you had laced your fingers through her hair to pull her in for a kiss when she placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you “actually I started seeing someone. We’re still good as friends, we just can't keep doing the physical stuff okay”? God “the physical stuff” was that all this was to her? Your heart felt like it was being split in two and how could it not? You were in love with her and you thought she had felt the same, that the unspoken bond was what made it even more romantic. But turns out Ymir didn’t see things the same way, she thought you were just friends who happened to fuck. And now your plays were starting to suffer, too distracted by the heart ache. Sometimes getting distracted by the way Ymir’s hands grip the racket and your mind starting to wonder if she brushed her thumb along Historia’s cheek before kissing her the same way she used to do to you. Maybe that’s why you were so hard on Hitch for her spacing out, it's always easier to pick apart your flaws in other people instead of facing them yourself. As Ymir heads to the gym to go grab Historia from practice you decide to head over to the baseball field. Maybe hanging out with those two stoners would be better than going back home alone.

Pieck has the stupidest smile on her face when she passes you the joint, you taking it between your pointer and middle finger about to take a drag when you hear his grating voice “Heeeyyy y/n”. God it’s fucking Eren Jaeger, and he’s walking over baseball bat slung over his shoulders and you look away trying to avoid eye contact “Hello ladies, oh come on y/n don’t ignore me even in person” you take a drag of the joint before answering “hey Eren you ever think maybe there's a reason I never answered your text from 4 months ago” the boys eyebrows furl in concern “Oh come on you can’t still be mad about that group project! I said I was sorry and I was just asking you to dinner to apologize, you didn’t have to ignore me for 4 months”. Hitch doesn’t look like her cheery self, elbows on her knees and her fists supporting her pouting face “come on Eren you think you’d get the hint after 4 months, she’s. Not. interested.”. You pass the joint back to Pieck when suddenly you get an idea, still not daring to meet his teal eyes you say “Eren me and Ymir are playing tennis tomorrow why don’t you stop around 5 and pick me up”. Eren’s face lights up in excitement while Hitch and Pieck seem taken aback by you suddenly asking the guy you've blown off for the past 4 months to come hang out. Eren lets out a small chuckle “you two still practice on a Saturday”? “That’s why me and Ymir are so good, we apply ourselves. Hitch and Pieck could be too but they don't. Anyways are you coming or not” you say  “Oh I’ll be there hot stuff, I’ll be there.” he says while strutting back off to the rest of the team in the dugout. “Hey I can apply myself” Hitch practically yells, you can't tell whether that remark was for you or for Eren.

Your game against Ymir is not going in your favor, you know you can play better than you are but she brought Historia with her to watch and it's too distracting. Staring at her and wondering what she has that you didn’t, why Ymir could fall in love with her but not you. It’s a big surprise but you’re actually relieved when Eren shows up so you can end the game. Once on the court Eren makes his way over to you wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him, Ymir who has her tennis bag in one hand, the other holding Historia’s looks over at the two of you eyes crinkling into a smile “hey I didn’t know you were with someone, I’m really happy for you y/n”! And with that she turns and starts to walk away like she didn’t just tear your heart apart with her smile. She was genuinely happy for you, there were no hints of jealousy, maybe she was just relieved that you found someone and that possibly your game would finally improve and stop being pissy about her being with someone. You grab your bag tighter and start making your way down to the locker room right out of Eren’s arm while he starts jogging after you “I’ll be out in a second I just need to change” you say fighting back the tears that were starting to prick at the corners of your eyes. Instead of actually getting changed you lay back against the cold lockers before sliding down to the ground and burying your head in your arms that rest on your knees when suddenly you hear “so were you fucking her or something”? Your head snaps up “Eren what the fuck are you doing in here. This is the women’s locker room". He just chuckles at you before offering you a hand “it's Saturday, no one else is in here drama queen”. You wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand now afraid he’ll notice your tears not that your upright “what does it matter Eren”. He places his hands against the lockers right next to your hips before leaning in and you feel his hot breath fan across your face and his nose brush your cheek “do you want me to help you forget her”? You feel his hand snake down under your skirt running up your thighs until he reaches the top band and tries to pull down but your clothes stay in place. “It’s a tennis skirt dumbass the shorts are attached” you side step your way under his arms out of his grasp before starting to head back out of the locker room “besides like I’d ever let you fuck me here at least take me back to your room or something”. Eren starts to jog to keep up “hey I know how tennis skirts work”!

Eren’s dorm was painfully college boy-esque. Air fresheners littered along windowsills and desk an attempt to hide the boy BO and by the dirty bong on the desk, weed. You sit down on the edge of the bed pushing away a dirty tee-shirt with your pinky when Eren takes a seat on the floor between your knees ``okay baby girl I’m gonna make you forget aallll about that little tennis partner of yours”. He places a wet kiss to the side of your knee before using the first two fingers on each hand to dip beneath the waistband of your skirt before pulling it down. You lay back in the bed as you feel him kiss your inside thigh before finally making contact with your core, and oh god what the hell is he doing? He’s spelling out the alphabet, you're not too terribly surprised “not shocked just disappointed” would sum it up. He’s hot so of course he probably has tons of girls who faked ecstasy just because they were so excited to have Jaeger between their legs. But after Ymir? No way this comes close, b, a, s, e, oh he finished the alphabet so he’s moving onto random words now “baseball”? Real creative dumbass. Bored as hell you can't help but to pull out your phone.

To: Sub 1

What are you doing rn?

Movie night with Pieck! You should come join us!!! : )

K, going to shower and then be up.

Eren pulls away surprised when you sit up and start to pull your skirt back up “hey babe, what's wrong”? He gives you those stupid puppy dog eyes. “You're bad at this i'm bored” you utter grabbing your tennis bag and heading back to the door. You’re halfway down the hall when you see him standing in the door frame hardon visible through his boxers when he says “come on y/n I'm better with my dick dont you even wanna see”.

After making it back to your dorm and taking a quick shower you head up to the next floor and give a knock on the door adorned with cute little construction paper cactuses labels “Pieck” and “Hitch”. Hitch opens the door with a big smile, her eyes crinkling at the corner. You can't help but notice the white tank top wearing she’s wearing is slightly see through and the way her nipples push against the fabric, and boy can you feel them too when she pulls you into a hug and her breast squish against you. Pieck is laying down on the bed blowing the smoke from a joint out a window fan they turned around so it blows out the window instead of in. She smirks when she sees the way your face goes blank at how Hitch is nuzzling her head against you “hey y/n want some”?  You give a nob before heading over to the bed arm around Hitch guiding her back with you. A couple drags later and you're not even paying attention to the movie. Instead the weed has heightened your senses and it feels intense the way that Hitch is running her delicate little fingers up and down your arms. Pieck who’s been stealing glances at you two occasionally takes her phone out of her pajama shorts and says “oh hey I just got a text from Pock asking me to spend the night, I’m going to head over. You know how I like to sleep in, in the morning so y/n feel free to stay till wherever” she gives a wink as she saunters out the room. Hitch is semi laying back on the pillows and starts to giggle once Pieck is out the door. “What are you laughing about” you say as you sit up from the other end of the bed. Hitch’s face turns a bright red “nothing i'm not laughing about anything”. God you don’t know what it is about her right now but the way she short hair is kinda messy from rolling against the pillows or what a tease she looks like nipples poking through that see through tank top and her ass practically hanging out the bottom of those short shorts but you can’t help what comes over you. On your hands and knees you start to crawl towards her, green eyes widening as she watches you stalk towards her like a predator. Until you’re over her hands placed just under her armpits, your knees against the sides of her hips. You move one hand up to her jaw brushing your thumb over her lips “I said what are you laughing about ''. You don’t even give her a chance to answer before you crash your lips against hers, a small mewl escaping her lips at the contact. You move your hand from her face down to her side fingers running over her ribs. She sighs and leans into your touch, at her receptiveness you go ahead and move your hand up to her breast kneading the soft tissue between your fingers. When she starts to rub her thighs together you go ahead and practically rip that little tank top off her and latch your lips onto her nipple. One hand still gently squeezes her other breast thumb rubbing small circles around her perked up little nipple, on the other you have your tongue flicking, rolling, and sucking against her. Her hands go to your shoulders squeezing harder each time you pull off her nipple with a pop before going back. You plant a kiss to her sternum moving down her torso nipping at her belly button before continuing down and pulling her shorts off. She’s so beautiful. Her plump bottom lip between her teeth as her perky breast moving up and down with her excited breathing, her pubic hair is the same sandy blonde as her head and she’s practically glistening at her core. Spreading her legs apart you lay your head against her thigh and look into her eyes as you slide your pointer and ring finger inside of her. You can’t help but chuckle at just how wet she already is and how she’s clenching around your fingers, her hands gripping the sheets. You turn your head slightly as kiss her thigh as your drag your fingers in and out watching her face contorted in pleasure as she whimpers “use your words tell me what you want” she practically pants out “your tongue I want your tongue” and she's so sweet how can you not indulge her? You start to curl your fingers up as you give her puffy clit a kiss before starting to lap at it with the flat of your tongue. It’s driving you crazy the way her tits bounce with the thrust of your fingers and how she’s grinding her hips down against your fingers. Your other hand goes to play with her tits as you feel her flutter around you as she reaches her release, your tongue still spinning around her clit to ease her though the orgasm. “Mm too much” she mutters out pushing against your head. You sit back up admiring the fucked out look on pretty little Hitch all thanks to you. She sits up on her hands and knees giving you a soft smile “wanna make you feel good now” she says crawling into your lap, peppering kisses down your neck stopping to suck on your collar bone. You pull her head back “no hickies” you say bopping your pointer finger against her nose playfully. She giggles before ducking her head down to your waist pushing your PJ shirt up to access your nipples. She’s rougher than you were and you can feel her teeth nipping as she grabs you by your waist keeping you pulled close to her. When you give a little yelp when she uses a little too much teeth she pulls away giggling again as she pushes you down. “You know everytime you’d bend over for the ball” another giggle “I’d imagine what your pussy would look like”. You finish taking off the rest of your clothes for her and spread your legs when you reply with a teasing “so what do you think then?”. She licks her lips “even more beautiful than I could imagine” she says head moving down between your legs to lick up your folds before latching onto your clit. Hitch was an enthusiastic lover and you two went back and forth until it was late and you two were boarding on overstimulation. After laying down next to each other you get up and start to put your clothes back on. Hitch grabs your arm “hey, don't you wanna sleep over”. You just continue to put your clothes back on saying “ I don’t know if that's a good idea, I had fun though”. You get up and give her a kiss on the forehead before heading out and you can't bear to look her in the eyes because you can just feel the sadness radiating off of her. 

Back in your own bed you hug your knees to your chest trying to get rid of the hole in the pit of your stomach. You did like Hitch, she was sweet and god was she good in bed but come on she’s not someone you can rely on. This is Hitch! Hitch who once missed a game because she slept in too late after a party, Hitch who sometimes just forgot about practice. There was a reason she was on your phone as “sub 1” . You were afraid of getting attached to someone like her. Especially after the number Ymir did on you. You needed someone who you knew would be there, someone who won’t let you down. Your heart couldn't take another break but also you couldn't help but feel guilty for not even giving her the chance. To take your mind off of things you decide to get up early to go practice against the backboard.

It's 7am on a Saturday and you think you’ll be alone so you’re surprised when you hear the familiar sound of the tennis ball bouncing against the back bored and your heart sinks. Who else would be here at 7am besides Ymir, but you're surprised when you turn the corner and see Hitch. She’s painting and sweaty so its obvious shes been here for a while, when she misses the ball and stops to pull another out from her shorts you say “Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here” she looks down and that pang of guilt comes back to your chest. She makes her way over to the fence where you are “Well you’re always talking about how I don’t apply myself and I thought that maybe if I tried harder in tennis you’d see something worthy in me” tears are starting to form in her eyes “I just imagined maybe you’d see me actually win a game or something. Not just see me still sucking against a wall”. You put your hands up to where her fingers were poking through the chain link and place your hands over her’s. “Hitch” she perks up to meet your eyes “do you want to go on like an actual date” her lips part in surprise at your words. “Also why don’t you see if Pieck’ll sleep over at Pocks again, this time I’ll stay the night”. She’s really beautiful when she smiles “yeah I’d like that”.

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Tkem novel 11

Chapter 14 - “Calling out your name”

Gon had asked Yeong to let Tae-Eul go for the day so she could have a few hours of freedom.

Seated inside the spacious helicopter, Gon looked out the window as the aircraft gradually gained altitude. Tae-Eul would be probably strolling through the streets of the capital by now. She would be discovering how different the Kingdom’s version of Busan was from the Republic’s version of the same city.

Turning his head away from the window, Gon fished through his pockets and pulled out his phone. As soon as he opened the browser, the recent search history popped up on the screen. He was happy to have this little piece of Tae-Eul with him, wondering what went through her mind while looking through the list of searched terms.

“Lee Gon”

“Lee Gon martial arts”

“Queen”

“Lee Gon’s ex”

Gon burst out laughing. Secretary Mo who was busy looking at reports— looked up, startled at the sudden sound. Not wanting to bring any more attention to him, Gon cleared his throat, his eyes focusing back on the screen. What he saw next made his jaw clench.

“Koo Seo-Ryeong.”

The internet was crawling with rumors about them, it likely led Tae-Eul to look up the current prime minister.

The last encounter he had with Seo-Ryeong left a sour taste in his mouth. Slightly worried, he hoped Tae-Eul didn’t get any wrong idea. He kept on scrolling, new search items coming up.

“Spicy fried chicken”

“Police officer wage”

“Kingdom of Corea map”

“Busan to Seoul KTX train”

It looked like she had been curious about a lot of things. Then again, he himself had spent days in a library during his stay in the Republic, reading dozens of books and immersing himself in the nation’s recent history.

Gon tilted his head at the word “KTX”, foreign to him. His face froze at what came up next.

“King Lee Ho”

“Prince Lee Lim”

These were words with heavy meaning, bringing to the surface painful memories. A grief so intimate yet shared by every single citizen of the Kingdom that Tae-Eul was now privy to.

Gon sat still and let the cold, artificial air gently blow through his hair.

——

Lost in her thoughts, Tae-Eul mindlessly walked toward her final destination, one of the main reasons she travelled the long way from Busan to Seoul. She could recognize the familiar streets of her neighborhood. If this was the Republic of Korea, there should be a convenient store somewhere near, but she didn’t see any.

There was one thing she was curious about ever since she set foot in Gon’s world. If this was truly a parallel universe, with people sharing the same face albeit with different personalities… then perhaps, maybe, her mom existed in this world somewhere. Perhaps this universe was a bit more lucky and had sparred her life.

If she was alive, Tae-Eul wished to see her, just once.

Instead of seeing the easily recognizable facade of the Taekwondo center, what looked like to be a traditional medicine clinic stood in place of her house. It was a whole other building altogether, with different colors and a different front door. The courtyard where Maximus had once taken shelter was gone too.

It was now dark out, the sun long gone and the chilly November air setting in. Tae-Eul was reluctant to leave. Refusing to give up, she finally rang the doorbell. 

A woman she had never met before opened the front gate.

“Jeong Do-In. He’s a Taekwondo instructor at a Taekwondo center, do you happen to know him by chance?” Tae-Eul asked.

“I don’t know anyone by that name.” The lady replied, confused.

“Then… How about a woman named Ahn Bong-Hui? Do you know her? Her face looks really similar to mine… Have you ever seen her?” She tried again, voice wavering.

“Ahn Bong-Hui? No I haven’t. We’ve lived here for 30 years. Why? Did they say they lived here?”

Tae-Eul’s shoulders dropped in disappointment. A tiny, irrational voice in her head had hoped to meet her. She tried to reason herself. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Even if she had met her mom and dad, they would have been completely different people. They would only have the same face, but would be complete strangers to her.  

Overwhelmed by the longing to see her mom once more, she hadn’t thought this all the way through.

A flashback of that fateful night came up to her mind. The complete stranger that was once Gon, crossing Gwanghwamun square in determined strides and taking her in his arms, eyes never leaving her face.

“… No never mind, thank you.” Tae-Eul said goodbye. She turned on her heels and walked away wearily.

——

Yeong swallowed a sigh and ushered Tae-Eul to KU building’s rooftop. Gon’s helicopter awaited them on the helipad, its propellers still in motion. Tae-Eul looked at the man who stood across from her, his coat flapping in the wind. His tall figure stood out in the dark, open surroundings of the city behind. Tae-Eul bit her lower lip. She didn’t expect to be so happy to see him, she almost called out his name. She really wanted to wave at him.

This. This moment.

Seeing him again almost made her forget about the vain search for her mom.

Gon joined her in a few short strides and looked at her in concern, his eyes roaming over her and making sure she was okay, worry evident. His expression eased once when he saw she was fine.

“I heard you were looking for me.”

“Yes.”

“Seventeen times.”

“Yes.”

Gon let out a small chuckle at Tae-Eul’s obvious embarrassment. He had no idea how she managed to find a way to reach him. He only knew that if it weren’t for his security team notifying him about the calls, he would have gone straight to Busan.

He had asked Yeong to keep a close eye on her so he knew she was safe. Still, as soon as he  was told that Tae-Eul was looking for him, he turned the helicopter around. He was glad she called. It meant he got to see her sooner.

“I thought you were going to stay in Busan. Why did you come so far? Did you get to find Ahn Bong-Hui?” Gon asked.

How did he know that? Tae-Eul threw a sharp, sideway glance at Yeong.

“How long were you following me? You should have lent me more money if you were there all along.”

“Who is she? The person you came all the way to this world to look for.”

“My mom.” Her voice trembled. “If this is a parallel world… and since Na-Ri and Eun-Sup are both here, although I might not exist, my mother could still be alive. I know she is someone else, but I didn’t want her to be sick in this world… I only have memories of her from when she was five. So I just wanted to watch her from afar. Just for a few minutes. That’s why I came here.”

“You should have told me.”

“I was just curious. But she wasn’t there.”

There was no other person who could understand better the sadness left by an absent parent than Gon. He shared her grief. Even if he didn’t understand what she went through, he would still feel her pain.

“Anyway. I had fun today because of you.” Tae-Eul said brightly, changing the topic. She didn’t want Gon to look at her like that, with eyes full of sorrow. And she certainly didn’t want to bring down the mood with talks about her mom. She managed just fine on her own so far. She just wanted to make the best of her trip here and ease her curiosity.

“Is that why you searched for KTX? I was wondering what it was.”

“Search…?”

“The auto-save function told me. You were curious about a lot of things. Why were you curious about Lee Gon ex-girlfriend? Didn’t you think that I never had a girlfriend?”

“Why would you read that?”

“You looked up Prime Minister Koo as well.”

“That was because… because I heard she was the youngest female Prime Minister. I only looked up her name because I was amazed by that. Why? Do you feel guilty? Looks like you see her often.”

“I meet her every Friday.” Granted, it was only to talk about state affairs.

Tae-Eul swallowed the lump in her throat. It was her turn to say something back.

The wind blew sharply around them and the sound of an approaching helicopter could be heard, growing louder and louder. Sure enough, another helicopter landed next to Gon’s.

“Why two helicopters? Are we leaving separately?” Tae-Eul asked.

Gon threw a hard glance at the unexpected new aircraft and glanced back at Yeong in confirmation. Yeong was rapidly talking to his walkie talkie and nodded at Gon.

“Yes, it’s Prime Minister Koo. She probably got a report your helicopter landed in Seoul.”

It was exactly that. As soon as Seo-Ryung heard the news that the royal helicopter had landed on KU Building, she had menacingly ordered her staff to prepare her own flight.

Why would the King come to Seoul in the middle of the night when he should have been in Busan? Seo-Ryung’s gut feeling made her want to find out the reason.

The door of the helicopter opened, and Seo-Ryung came out wearing an elegant white suit. There was no hesitancy in her stride as she confidently came up to them.

“Did you have an appointment with her?” Tae-Eul asked, eyes focused on the charismatic Head of  State.

“No way. I came to pick you up.”

“But I have to keep a low profile.”

Tae-Eul was right. Still, her words pierced through him painfully.

“If they see you, just who will they think you are?” He asked.

“Don’t worry. I’ll try not to look too suspicious.”

“You are a fool. The situation is already quite suspicious.” Gon was cut short by Seo-Ryung who stopped next to them and bowed down in greeting.

“I’m seeing you in an unexpected hour, in an unexpected place, with an unexpected person, Your Majesty.”

“You’re right. And you’ve put me in an awkward situation. This is a very personal occasion. I should’ve given you a heads-up since you would be notified of this. I’m sorry I kept you at work.” Gon didn’t try to hide his annoyance. She was clearly unwelcome here.

Completely disregarding Gon, Seo-Ryung let out a bright laugh.

“When it comes to the country’s affairs, personal occasions are business too, and you are my country Pyeha.”

It was a bit exaggerated. Gon wore a patient expression while Seo-Ryeong kept on smiling brightly.

Tae-Eul looked back and forth between the two of them. She could easily recognize the delicate gaze she saw on the pictures gracing the many news articles that came up during her brief internet search session.

This flawless, elegant woman that coveted Gon could not be compared to her.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Koo Seo-Ryung, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Corea.” Seo-Ryong turned towards Tae-Eul, meeting her gaze and extending her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m a big fan.” Tae-Eul grabbed her hand.

“I’m flattered to have such a young and beautiful fan. May I ask your name?”

“I’m just… I’m a traveler. I’m honored just to be able to see you like this. I’m leaving soon.”

Gon winced upon hearing that she would leave soon. Too focused on the conversation with Seo-Ryung, Tae-Eul didn’t notice Gon flinching.

“This is my first time in the Kingdom of Corea, I feel like I’m in a storybook.” Tae-Eul went on.

“It’s your first time here, but you speak our language very well.”

“Well… I studied liberal arts.”

Gon burst out laughing at Tae-Eul’s reply. This was unlike him. Seo-Ryung carefully appraised the situation. Gon kept staring down at Tae-Eul, looking like a very smitten man. Seo-Ryung’s instincts were right. This was no ordinary situation.

On the other hand, Gon was still trying to stifle down a laugh. He had made fun quips before, teasing Tae-Eul about being a liberal arts major, and this was how she made use of it.

“Let’s call it a day, Prime Minister Koo. I don’t have much time today.” Gon put an end to the night’s impromptu meeting.

“You have a long journey ahead. After you, Your Majesty. I will send you off.”

“Okay then, see you on Friday.” Gon said with a short nod.

Gon turned and walked toward the helicopter. Tae-Eul bowed down to Seo-Ryung and followed him. Under the full moon’s luminous glow, Seo-Ryeong glared furiously at Gon and Tae-Eul’s departing forms.

— —

Fully dressed in his Navy uniform, Yeong came into the dressing room with Tae-Eul in tow. She also looked like she was ready to leave. She had picked up her belongings and wore the same clothes she was wearing the night she came to his world.  

Fully clothed in his Navy suit, Tae-Eul stared at Gon with trembling eyes. Keenly aware of her stunned gaze, Gon gave her the badge he had been carefully keeping for the past 25 years.

“I will give this one to you. It seems it was supposed to be passed on to you. I hope this doesn’t put you in trouble.”

Tae-Eul shook her head.

“So you were in the Navy?”

“I left the military as a Navy Lieutenant. I’m not sure if you’ll believe this, but I’m the Commander-in-Chief of the Kingdom of Corea.”

“I believe you.”

“Finally.”

They both smiled, ignoring the heavy atmosphere surrounding them.

“You said your country was about to go to war with Japan. So this is what was happening in the Kingdom of Corea.”

“The Royal Family puts on military uniforms at the most honorable time. It means we will certainly win. I will come back to you with honor. It won’t take long.”

Tae-Eul longed to grab Gon’s perfectly white sleeve. If he didn’t leave in the first place, there would be no reason to wait for him to come back. But she didn’t become a courageous police officer for nothing. She had to get rid of these kind of thoughts, it didn’t suit her. Tae-Eul swallowed nervously.

“… come back?”

“Will you wait for me?”

“See you again, Lee Gon.”

It felt strange and entrancing to hear his name aloud. 

Tae-Eul, calling his name. 

He would engrave this moment deep in his heart.

“I thought my name was not supposed to be spoken, but I guess it was only meant to be spoken by you.”

— —

Misc.

In the helicopter on their way back to Busan, Secretary Mo quietly observes the couple seated across from her and realizes the huge implications of Tae-Eul’s presence. This is the first time she sees Gon acting like this. When Gon grabs Tae-Eul’s hand and starts to write in her palm, Secretary Mo feels like she’s intruding a very private moment, and can’t help but look away.

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One Night Chance. - Jeff Wittek Imagine

Title: One Night Chance.

Pairings: Jeff Wittek/Reader

Rating: R (For swears tho)

Summary: Being friends with benefits has always been fun but what about when two makes three? Also, what are the chances Y/N goes into labor at Jeff’s stand-up show?

TW: Drugs and alcohol (both lightly mentioned)

A/N: Hi y’all! Ya girl is BACK AGAIN!!! This time I have a “pre-sober” Jeff imagine! I decided to write this because I really wanted to write something pregnancy-related, a little bit of a comedy, and also something serious. If you liked this, please reblog/like! Thank you!

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Taking a good look around Jeff’s dressing room, you started having flashbacks about what life was like eight months ago. The patron that was spilt on the carpet, reminded you of all times you and the guys would get fucked up at David’s house parties. The keef residue that was left on the table, reminded you of when you’d just be chilling in the living room with a bong in your hand, thinking life couldn’t get any better. You were so happy with your lifestyle and how much fun you’d been having. Soon enough though, life took a turn.

-Eight Months Ago-

The past few weeks had been rough. You were so tired that you almost fell asleep in the car a few times. You were so hungry, that Postmates was your new best friend. The toilet was your new home since you’d been puking and pissing a lot recently. Feeling uneasy one day and puking up a delicious breakfast burrito, you had that feeling.

Forcing yourself up from the bathroom floor, you grabbed your car keys and busted out of your apartment. Jumping into your car, you floored it to the nearest convenience store. After you parked your car, you speed walked into the store due to your heightened anxiety. As you walked down the aisles, you finally spotted the women’s health aisle. Pregnancy tests. Pregnancy tests. Where would those be. A lightbulb shot up in your head once you spotted the array of pee sticks. Shaky hands reached for the Clear Blue pregnancy tests, grabbing eight “just in case.” Going up to the counter, you hurriedly placed the tests on the counter. “Aw, sweetie. I see the anticipation. Have you been trying?” said the counter employee.

“Yes, I’m very much anticipating a little shit that’s gonna run my money dry and ruin my life,” you sarcastically said. With the employee looking shocked as hell and you already handing the cash over, you decided it was best to just leave as fast as possible. Taking the bag, you gave one of those bitchy smiles and said “have a nice day.” Fucking bitch.

Flooring it home, you nearly sprinted into your bathroom. Making sure you could provide for eight samples, you drank at least three bottles of water. After providing for each sample, you left each test on the sink counter. 

You weren’t going to cry but god damn, what if you were actually pregnant… with Jeff’s baby. The two of you were only friends, who fooled around occasionally. Backtracking to how possible it could be, you started freaking yourself out even more. Jeff had been fucking you for at least three months straight so that’d be very possible. Plus, you both relied on the “reliable” pull out method.

Creeping back into the bathroom seven out of the eight tests looked like they were done. With both ends on the edge of the counter, your head slowly drooped down to look at the sticks. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Not Pregnant, oh I like this one. Pregnant. Suddenly, you saw the last test blinking which meant it was about to read the result. Every last bit of you wanted it to say not pregnant but it didn’t even matter at this point. Still keeping hope alive, you lifted the stick up to your face. Pregnant. 

Well, the next obstacle was telling Jeff you were having his baby.

-One Week Later-

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?” His voice alone could make your heart flutter. Reconsidering if a phone call was how you wanted to do this, you erased the consideration out of your head and proceeded with the phone call. It was easier anyways, you wouldn’t be able to see the shock and disappointment on his face.

“So, I have some big news. I mean I guess not big news, small news as of now that will get bigger eventually,” you spoke really fast.

“Did ya get the job ya wanted? I know you’re only a secretary but you’ll work your way up and life will be great!” he exclaimed. 

Trying not to be salty because you didn’t get the job he was talking about, you laughed it off. “I, uh-, didn’t get the job. I actually have some other news that involves you. I’m pregnant and it’s very much yours,” you blurted It out. Without hearing his response, you felt a huge weight just fall off your shoulders. Hearing a sigh come from the other end of the phone, it was soon followed by empty moments of silence.

“Are ya sure? Like are you sure that you’re pregnant? And are ya sure that you want this? Y/N, we’re in our 20s. We’re living it up and living our best lives.”

“Jeff, I am 100% pregnant. I’ll mail you out all the sticks I pissed on. You can have all water bottles I used too.” Taking a moment to think of his last question, you started to feel hot tears roll down your cheek. “I think I want this. This could be my wakeup call to cut the shit. This is my endgame... Actually, of course I want this. I think what I want to know is, do you want this? I’ll do this with or without-“

“Yes, I want this. I want you. I want this baby. I just wanted to put the ball in your court because it is your body, your choice. The idea of having a baby right now is a little frightening but maybe I need this wakeup call too. Ya know we do stupid shit. I wanna have someone to wanna come home to. I wanna have someone pop in my head every time I see ten shots lined up for me and it makes me not want to do it. With that being said. I’m down if you’re down,” he interrupted. Feeling so overwhelmed by his support and letting you have this decision just made you burst into tears. 

-Eight Months Later-

Getting up to go the bathroom, which felt like the millionth time today, Jeff grabbed your hand to help lift you off that comfortable couch. “I got this,” you agitatedly said. Being almost nine months pregnant, you hated everything. You either puked or pissed yourself. The smell of certain food would throw you over the edge. Moving around got harder because your huge belly that got in the way. You also partially resented Jeff because he shot his sperm up inside of you. He was really good dealing with your mood swings though. He knew when to give you space and is very assuring about everything you do.

Walking into the bathroom, you lifted your dress up and pulled your underwear down so fast, just to make sure you didn’t piss your pants. Immediately sitting on the toilet, you could feel some pressure in your uterus from the sudden and fast movements. Placing one hand on your stomach, you said “I’m sorry, baby. Mommy’s just making sure she doesn’t spring a leak on this god-awful linoleum floor. But I just want to let you know, that you need to get the fuck out of me.” Your voice got louder every word in your last sentiment.

“Is everything okay in there?” Jeff hollered from the other side of the dressing room.

“Yes, and please shut the fuck up. I’m concentrating!” you screamed back while rolling your eyes. Sitting on the toilet, you suddenly felt a huge wave of liquid pass through you. Knowing you didn’t put any pressure like you were pissing, your first instinct was to get up and look in the toilet. You immediately wiped yourself and threw that in the toilet. Spotting a little bit of blood and few solid pieces which resembled skin, you knew it was time. The time. Feeling a wave of panic and anxiety, you flushed the toilet, washed your hands, and called Jeff over to the front of the bathroom door. With a smile on his face, he dutifully walked towards you.

“What’s up, baby? Is everything okay? Is the baby okay?” he started questioning you. He could tell from the look on your face that something was happening.

“Okay, so don’t panic. That’s my first rule okay,” you whispered, making sure no one else was going to hear the next thing. “I believe that I’m in labor but like not too sure. But I think I am.” Seeing Jeff’s eyes go wide, you immediately covered his mouth with your hand. “Don’t you fucking say anything. Help me get in the tour bus and figure this out.” Threatening him wasn’t a part of the plan and you had to do what was necessary so no one else in the room heightened the panic.

Jeff took your hand and led you through what felt like endless rooms to the cool outside. While passing by people, you painted a smile on your face. The last thing you wanted was for someone to tweet that you were in labor. This whole pregnancy, you had been scared if any information would leak. Such as if the hospital was leaked and people put two-and-two together, that fans would show up. Finally reaching the bus, he grabbed both of your hands and walked you up the bus. You went to sit down onto the couch but instantly felt a contraction. People weren’t kidding when they said contractions were a bitch. As the contraction passed through your body, you finally sat yourself down with him right next to you.

“Not to be an insensitive asshole but I also have a show in like thirty minutes but we’re also having a baby! I’m gonna look up online how to stop labor for a little bit, just to buy us time.” Never have you ever shot him such a nasty ass look. You didn’t give a flying fuck about his show, you had a baby who just received their eviction notice.

“No! You can’t just web it the fuck up and expect it to stop!” you screamed. Out of everything he could’ve said during this stressful time, he decided to say that. Feeling another contraction, you threw your head backed and moaned at the pain. Looking at Jeff, you both just knew you two were in for one hell of a night, maybe even days. If there’s one thing you two understood was that you agreed on this together and knew you two have to work together to get this baby out.

[j0elmill3r]

Good Times

Sebastian Stan x Daughter!Reader

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Warnings; Underage drinking, drugs [weed], swearing, yelling, mentions of vomit, police, some angst

Word count; 2k

A/N; I hope the anon who requested this enjoys!

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"Okay, Y/N, it's your turn," You turned to Jack, who was holding the bong towards you. You looked at it hesitantly before everyone in the basement started to chant your name. Putting your cup down on the floor beside you, you held your hands up and sighed as you took it. You took a hit from the bong, and it felt like all of the weight had been lifted from your shoulder. You coughed and screwed your face up. "Jesus, Stan knows how to handle her shit," Jack said, clearly impressed.

"This isn't my first rodeo, Moranis," You told him. You sat on the couch beside Brooke, who said she wasn't doing any drugs because she got caught last time. "I need another drink, what about you?" You asked Brooke, who nodded. As you stood up, your head began to spin and you felt what little food you had eaten begin to come up. You cringed as you swallowed the vomit, and a few minutes later you felt the mix of the alcohol and the weed take its effect on your body. Brooke's hold on your arm came loose and you were left stumbling to the kitchen yourself. You got yourself another drink, you weren't quite sure what it was, but it had vodka in it, so you thought it would be fine. You stayed on the main floor and got caught in the group of people in the huge living room who were dancing. The house was huge, it had a fucking elevator, it was that big. Most of the people who went to your school had rich parents, it was a private school after all. Everyone's parents were known, they were either lawyers or a politician, yours just happened to be a well-known actor. And you knew for sure he was going to kill you in the morning. You made your way out of the crowd and then you managed to get down the stairs of the house without falling down them and breaking any bones. Your vision was blurred as you stood outside of the house the party was being held in. It was the last senior party of the year, there was no way you were gonna miss out on it. Surprisingly, your dad let you go, just as long as you promised to be safe and didn't drink or do any drugs. You may have broken your promise, but it was fine, you were gonna be staying with Brooke after, you told your dad that. The loud music was making your head hurt, as much as you loved blackbear, you didn't want to hear about whatever the fuck a 'hot girl bummer' is. Blue and red lights started to appear, along with sirens blaring. People started running past you, but you were drunk and high, you weren't even sure of where you were. You were stumbling around until you fell into someone, grunting and falling to the floor.

"Miss, can you hear me?" You looked up and could make out the shape of a police badge on their shirt. Your bloodshot eyes focused in front of you so you could see straight.

"Mhm," You answered. The policewoman in front of you raised her eyebrows and pulled the cuffs out of her belt, not because she thought you were dangerous, only because she was scared you would run off and get yourself hurt. "Hey! What are you doing?" You slurred.

"Taking you to the police station, come on, up on your feet," You stood wobbly and let her lead you to the car. You nearly fell, sober you could walk in those heels like nothing, but drunk you was walking like a newborn deer. You sat in the back of the police car and looked around, you felt like you were underwater. You were driven to the nearest police precinct, which just happened to be a couple of blocks away from your apartment building. The police officer held the middle of the cuffs and took you into the brown, brick building, sitting down at the desk. "Alright, what's your name, kid?" She asked. Your head bobbed as you looked up at her, squinting your eyes.

"I don't know," You told her. She looked at you with her eyebrow raised. "People call me Y/N, but that doesn't sound like my name," You continued.

"Right, so let's say that your name is Y/N," She said. She had dealt with teenagers before, they said stupid stuff when they were high all the time. "Do you have a phone on you?" You felt around the pockets of your denim jacket for your phone and handed it to her. She pulled up your medical ID. "Your dad isn't gonna be happy with me calling him at 2 am, miss Stan," You gasped.

"How do you know my name?!" You asked her, leaning forward. You began to laugh as she called your dad.

"Y/N, you better have a good excuse for calling me this early in the morning," Sebastian said as he answered the phone.

"Is this Sebastian Stan?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah. Who's this and how do you have my daughter's phone?" Sebastian enquired, sounding concerned.

"I'm officer Louis Kelly, your daughter's fine. She's in trouble though," She told him. Sebastian sighed.

"What did she do?" He asked.

"Well, she hasn't done anything, but we caught her at a party that we got a noise complaint and an antisocial behaviour concern from a few people in the neighbourhood. She's also intoxicated and under the influence of drugs," She informed him.

"Dammit, Y/N," Sebastian murmured. He grabbed his jacket and car keys, thankful that he hadn't gone to bed just yet. "I'll be there in a few minutes to come and pick her up,"

"Okay, thank you," Louis hung up the phone and put it down beside you. She looked over at you and noticed you had managed to free yourself of the cuffs. "How in God's name did you do that?" She asked you. You looked up at her, your eyes were still bloodshot and unfocused.

"Haha, bobby pin," you said, jangling the cuffs. She sighed and shook her head. A few minutes later, your dad came into the precinct. "Hey, I know you!" You said, pointing to your dad.

"Thank you for keeping her here, God knows where she would be," Sebastian said as he took your phone from the officer, who smiled at him. "Y/N, move," You stood up and narrowed your eyes.

"My dad said I can't go with strangers," You said adamantly. Sebastian laughed humourlessly and took a hold of your arm.

"Well, too bad I am your dad," Sebastian started to drag you out of the building and out into the car, where you sat quietly. Even with your brain feeling fuzzy, you could tell your dad was angry at you. You knew he was angry at you when he didn't say anything, only looking at you every so often. He was never one to yell, even if he was mad at you.

--

You sat on your bed, you hadn't changed out from your dress, but you had taken your uncomfortable heels off and dangled your legs from your bed. You had returned to some state of sober, but not completely. You looked up as your dad came into your room, sitting on your desk chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

"So, you lie to me about not drinking, but drugs? Really, Y/N?" You looked over at him and you could see the anger written on his face.

"It was only weed," You said quietly. Sebastian chuckled and shook his head.

"Only. Y/N,  only isn't the point. The point is that you lied to me and that you could have gotten yourself hurt if the police didn't come," He said. You sighed, he might not be vocal about it, but you could tell you had let down your dad, big time. "You've disappointed me, kid," You frowned and looked down, your eyes glassing over with tears.

"Oh," You said quietly. "I'm sorry," You said sadly. Sebastian sighed and sat beside you on your bed.

"I know you are, and I know you're not gonna do it again. Mainly because you're grounded until college," He said. Sebastian noticed how you didn't laugh and became concerned. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just tired," Sebastian looked at you wearily and raised his eyebrows.

"You're not very good at lying, honey. I'm not gonna yell at you if that's what you're waiting for," You sighed and looked up at him.

"I didn't mean to disappoint you. I just got carried away, I'm just a stupid teenager," You were clearly coming back to your senses since your words were becoming easier for your dad to understand.

"It's over now, alright? We can't go back and change anything, and now I know not to let you go out to parties unless I'm there watching over your shoulder for any suspicious behaviour," You laughed quietly. "And, you're not stupid, Y/N. Yes, what you did was stupid, but we all did stupid things as high school seniors, I know I did,"

"Weren't you a theatre kid?"

"Aren't you?"

"Touche," You replied. For a second, you had spaced out, but then a random thought popped into your head."I really want ice cream," You blurted out "but at the same time I wanna throw up," You told your dad. Sebastian looked down at you and saw you had put your head on his shoulder.

"You get changed, see if you need to throw up, and then we can go for ice cream. Then in the morning you're gonna show me everything else in your closet that I have no idea that you own because I do not remember buying you a dress that struggles to reach the middle of your thighs,"

--

You stared at the empty bowl of ice cream in front of you, you had gone with vanilla because it seemed like the easiest option. Your usual order would have made you throw up if you even thought about it.

"So what's hitting you first; hangover or comedown?" Sebastian asked you. You looked up at your dad and blinked to try and focus on him.

"Well, I think that both of them had sex, created twins with both assets, they tried to each other but didn't, then they came out and they're both attacking me at once," You explained.

"I have no clue what any of that meant, but I'll nod because it'll make you feel better," He said. You put your hands on your cheeks and clenched your eyes shut.

"It's so bright in here, Jesus Christ," You groaned. Sebastian laughed and took your hands away from your face.

"If you're ready, we can go home. It's still 3 am, Y/N. You're gonna need a lot of sleep to get rid of the hangover, from what you told me that you drank, you've got a long day of vomiting ahead of you tomorrow," He said. You huffed and pulled your hoodie on, following your dad out to the car. You put your hood up and shut your eyes, planning on getting a quick 15 minutes on the drive back to the apartment. When your dad pulled in, he looked and saw you were passed out cold. He didn't have the heart to wake you, so he got out of the drivers side of the car and then walked over to your side, carrying you out of the car and into the house. He carried you up to your bed and put your blanket over you, making sure you were comfortable. "Alright, I can't wait to see this tomorrow," He said to himself as he left your room.

Well, your dad was right about one thing, the day after, you were pretty sure you were a vampire because whenever your dad opened the blinds in your room, you would throw the biggest fit ever and scream for him to stop it. And the literal mental image of food made you want to vomit, more than you already had.

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Study Partner

Commissioned by shsleyebrows on Wattpad! 

"Ugh!" You slammed the textbook you were reading down on your table, startling your friend Chihiro, who had come to your room to study with you. "I'll never understand this stupid crap!"

"If you're really having that much trouble understanding it, why don't you get a tutor?" Chihiro suggested.

You sighed and crossed your arms. "Yeah, you're right, I should." You mumbled. "I just...I dunno. I feel like a failure if I do that. Like I couldn't do it on my own."

"It's not like that!" Your friend assured you, giving you a kind smile. "The tutors are there to help you. You aren't a failure for needing help." He giggled. "Plus you could ask for Taka to be your tutor."

Your eyes widened, and you felt your face turn bright red. You immediately picked the history text book back up and hid your face from your best friend, who was giggling away.

You had a huge crush on the Ultimate Moral Compass. Just being in the same room as him made your heart flutter. Hearing him greet you each morning made you melt like butter. The two of you were close friends, but you always got so nervous around him.

"This would be a great chance to finally tell him how you feel!" The programmer pointed out. "And he's the best in the class, so you'll understand this history stuff in no time!"

You slowly removed the book from your face and sighed. "Alright, fine." You murmured. "I'll...I'll ask Taka to tutor me."

The next day you walked to class slowly, anxious about what you had told Chihiro you would do. You agreed that Taka was the best person to help you understand the stuff you were stuck on, and it'd be a great time to spend some one on one time, but you were just so nervous he would turn you down. What if he didn't like you like that? What if it ruined your friendship? What if he liked another girl? What if he liked Mondo!? The two were best friends, and spent a lot of time together, so maybe-

"Y/N, look out!"

Your thoughts were broken by a familiar voice calling your name, and someone tugging on the back of your uniform. You let out a startled yelp as you stumbled backward and collided into something. You turned around, and felt your mouth dry up when you saw Taka standing there, looking at you concerned.

"Are you alright, Y/N?!" He asked in his usual booming tone. "You must pay attention when walking in the halls! You nearly walked into two troublemakers who were running down this way!"

You felt yourself blush lightly. "Heh. S-sorry, Taka." You apologized. You raised a brow. "Wait, why aren't you going after them for running in the halls?"

"Well by the time I had made sure you were alright, the two hooligans were out of my sight." Taka sighed and crossed his arms. "But I know what they look like, so I will report their reckless behavior immediately!"

You felt your blush darken. He had forgone taking care of rule breakers in favor of making sure you were alright. You knew it was just what friends do for each other, but it still made you feel special.

Taka tilted his head. "Y/N, are you feeling sick?" He asked suddenly. "You're face is quite red!"

You chuckled nervously and shook your head. "Oh, no. I-I'm fine, Taka!" You assured him.

Taka brought his hand up to your forehead, making you stiffen in surprise and your face heat up even more. "Hmm, are you sure?" The prefect questioned, eyeing you worriedly. "Your face is quite hot." He straightened up and looked at you seriously. "If you're feeling sick, Y/N, you should go to the nurse. Please do not strain yourself!"

"I'm not sick, Taka, I promise." You smiled. "If I was, I swear I'd go to the nurse."

Taka narrowed his eyes at you, analyzing you. After a moment he smiled brightly. "Very well, Y/N, I believe you." He turned to face the classroom door. "Come on, it's nearly time for class!" He walked inside the classroom, ushering you in with him.  You smiled and nodded as you were gently pushed inside.

The two of you walked in and took your seats, which happened to be right next to each other. You realized that you were the last two to arrive, causing you to turn to Taka with a raised brow. He was looking forward attentively, like always. "Why was Taka so late to class?" You thought. "He's usually the first one here, but he was late enough that he ran into me, who was running late. Not to mention he didn't run off to yell at those two boys for running in the halls. Sure, he said it was because he was worried about me, but he normally would've at least attempted. Is he sick?"

"Is everything alright, Y/N?"

You jumped at Taka's voice. The prefect was looking at you worriedly, and that's when you realized you had been staring at him. Your face flushed and you nodded. "Y-yeah! I'm fine, Taka!"

Your friend looked like he was about to argue, but he was stopped by the teacher calling for the class's attention. Taka gave you one last look before looking towards the front of the class.

Class went by faster than you would've liked. You bit your lip anxiously as you approached Taka, who was currently putting his belongings away. When he noticed you, he stood straight up and smiled. "Ah, Y/N! I noticed you preformed well in class, so I am happy to see you are indeed well!" Taka said to you happily. "I must admit I was concerned you were sick and just weren't telling me, but I see you were fine after all!"

You chuckled and nodded. "I told you!" You smiled softly at him, then bit your lip anxiously. "Hey, uh, Taka? Can I...ask you something?"

The prefect grinned at you. "Of course, Y/N! You can ask me anything!"

You felt your heart melt. "Well...I've been struggling a bit in history, and I know you tutor people. So I was hoping-"

"Say no more!" Taka cut you off with a wide smile on his face. "I am honored you are asking me for help, Y/N! Of course I will assist you with your studies! What else are friends for?"

You smiled. You were nearly certain he would say yes to this request. That wasn't why you were so nervous. You were nervous because you were going to be spending a prolonged amount of time alone with him.

"In fact, we should start right now!" Taka said suddenly, surprising you. "It's been a while since we last hung out, and this would be a great way to have some quality time while also improving your academics!"

"O-oh! I was expecting us to start maybe tomorrow?" You mentioned.

Taka shook his head, taking your hand. "Nonsense! There's no time like the present! Come! Let's go to my room and get started right away!" He began dragging you towards the dorms. You squeaked in surprise as you were dragged along.

Taka had taken you to his room, where the two of you had sat at a table. You pulled out your history books and the work you had been given. Taka sat next to you, causing you to blush slightly at the close proximity. He then spent the next several hours explaining the work in a calm and patient manor. When you had a question or had trouble understanding something, he would smile, nod, and explain it in a way that made it clear to you, and didn't make you feel stupid for not understanding. You actually began to understand the work after a while.

Eventually the two of you realized how late it had gotten. He looked up to you with a smile. "I feel like this was very successful!" He stated happily. "Should we resume tomorrow after class?"

You nodded, smiling back at him. "Yeah, I think we should. This was really helpful." You blushed lightly before placing your arms around him in a hug. "Thank you so much, Taka."

He laughed and hugged you back. "It was no problem at all, Y/N! I would do anything for a friend!" You felt your heart do a flip as you pulled away. Taka tilted his head at you. "There you go again. You look sick again!" The prefect furrowed his brows in a way you found adorable, causing you to redden even further.

"Alright, that's it. I have to tell him I have a crush on him" You thought, letting out a sigh. "I-I'm fine, Taka. But...I need to talk to you about something....important."

The moral compass immediately straightened up, looking you in the eyes. "Of course, Y/N! You can tell me anything!"

You swallowed nervously as you gathered your courage. "I-"

Ding dong bing bong! "Attention students! It is now 10 pm."

You sighed, both relieved and disappointed. "Never mind. I'll tell you tomorrow." You smiled and waved him goodbye as you stood to leave, but were stopped by a hand on your wrist. You looked and saw Taka looking up at you.

"No, it's alright. Stay and tell me now." He insisted.

You blinked. Normally Taka would insist you hurry to your room so you wouldn't break curfew. But here he was...encouraging you to break it. You looked to him, furrowing your brow. "Alright, that's it." You said, sitting back down. "It's been bothering me all day. Taka, what's wrong?"

He blinked, looking surprised. "What are you talking about? Nothing is wrong. I'm fine!"

You shook your head. "No. First, you didn't even so much as yell after those kids that were running in the hall. Second, you were running late to class. You have never been that late to class before. And third, you just encouraged me to break curfew!" You placed a hand on his forehead. "Are you sick?"

Taka stared at you for a moment before sighing. He grabbed your hand and gently moved it off his forehead. "...you noticed all of that?" He asked quietly.

You nodded. "Of course I did. You're my best friend. I'm going to notice when you're acting off."

He smiled slightly, looking off to the side. He was silent for a moment. "I...I've been having second thoughts about my talent." The prefect admitted.

You looked at him in surprise. "Really? I thought you were really proud of being the Ultimate Moral Compass."

Taka frowned and grabbed his arms, continuing to look away from you. "I...I was. But...not everyone appreciates what my title means, and what I do."

You sighed in realization and placed a hand on one of Kiyotaka's. "Is someone bullying you because of your talent?" You asked softly.

Taka flinched, then nodded. "Junko. She...she said that I'm nothing but a 'stick in the mud'. That I only ruin everyone else's fun and that I'll always be alone because I'm too strict. That if I keep forcing everyone to follow the rules, no one will ever want to be my friend, let alone date me." Tears were beginning to prick at the corner of Taka's eyes, and you felt your heart break. "And...and what if she's right? I've never had a girlfriend. I'm too scared to ask anyone. But even if I did, I'd probably be rejected. No one could ever like someone whose talent is enforcing rules."

"That's not true!" Before you could stop yourself, the words left your mouth.

Taka slowly turned to you, wiping the tears from his eyes. "What do you mean, Y/N?"

You took a deep breath. Now was as good a time as any. "I mean...I like you. I have for a while now." You admitted as you began to blush. "The reason I turn red around you is because I find you really...cute. And my heart does a million little flips whenever we're even near each other. I love everything about you. The way you care so much about everyone's safety, how you scrunch up your nose when you concentrate. I've just never been able to tell you because I thought you could never like me back. You're so...amazing. Why would you like someone like...me?" You looked up to him. He was staring at you with wide eyes, and his mouth was agape. You quickly stood from your seat. "I-I should get going. Just forget what I said. I'll see you la-"

You were cut off by him grabbing your wrist once more. This time when you turned to look, he was standing as well. Before you had a chance to even open your mouth, he pulled you close to him, and pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened and you let out a soft squeak of surprise. It didn't take long for you to relax into the kiss and let your eyes flutter close. Your hand not being held by his found it's way to his hair, and you began to gently run your fingers through it. Taka placed his free hand on your waist, and slid the hand holding your wrist down until he could intertwine your fingers with his. He slowly broke the kiss, and you blinked open your eyes to see him smiling happily at you.

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that, Y/N." He whispered. "I've had a crush on you for a long time."

You looked at him in shock. "What?! Really?"

He laughed and nodded. "Being around you makes me feel happy. I can be myself, and I'm not afraid of being criticized." His cheeks flushed a light pink. "I had resigned myself to never telling you because I had convinced myself you could never feel the same way about me. And once Junko began saying those things, I only felt more convinced."

You sat there, still surprised, for a few more moments. Once you shook yourself from your stupor, you smiled warmly at him and reached up, cupping his face. His eyes met yours, and for once you didn't feel nervous being this close to him. "Junko's just a bully." You told him. "I really care about you. I...might even love you, Taka. You're just so...perfect to me."

The two of you kept your eyes locked on each other, you smiling sweetly at him, until the prefect returned the soft smile. He gently grabbed your hips and pulled you into his chest as he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against yours softly. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you melted into the kiss, your eyes fluttering shut. The two of you stood there for what felt like forever until he finally pulled away, his eyes shining. "You are perfect, too, Y/N." He whispered, placing his forehead against yours. "I...think the answer to this question is obvious, but..." He gave you that wide smile you adored. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

You giggled. "You were right, it is obvious." You teased before nodding and pecking his lips. "Yes. I'd love that, Taka."

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Human Perspective - Reader LBP fic

Gender neutral Reader - No romance - Little Big Planet - No dialogue 

A human is lost in the imagisphere and is struggling to cope with their new surroundings. AO3 for those that prefer to read it there - > https://archiveofourown.org/works/28741977

You really don’t remember how you arrived here in this strange place. One moment you were resting peacefully, the next thing you know, you were being woken up by a small little humanoid fabric creature.

Once your eyes focused, you had gotten startled upright from the presence of the being, which was obviously understandable. In a hurry, you scoot away from the being and frantically look around. Despite just waking up, it took mere moments for you to realize that something was completely off about the land you were in...let alone how you got there. You were left completely dumbfounded. The small little humanoid seemed a bit worried about you, despite just meeting you.

Flustered, your confusion only grew when you tried to ask the little creature where you were and it simply spoke in sign language. Which you didn’t understand. Seeing your expression of complete loss, the little being thought for a moment before it decided to wave at you in a ‘follow me’ motion as they turned and waddled away. Still lost and confused, you really didn’t have a choice.

You picked yourself up and followed the little being through some garden-like areas before the landscape began to change and buildings made out of wood and cardboard slowly appeared. While on the walk over to who-knows-where, you decided to slightly distract yourself with looking around at your surroundings.

It was strange, as it almost felt like you were back home on Earth. However, this was far from the case. An example of your strange predicament lies in the horizon and around yourself. It was all made of fabric...just like the ground was...with an exception of other things. Like the cardboard buildings and creatures that dwelled nearby, as well as the fabric clouds that floated on by. The only thing that could be deemed ‘normal’ around here, at least to you, was the water that flowed in the rivers under the bridges you two passed by. Everything was strangely made to look like projects of arts and crafts.

Not even the locals were exempted from this rule. As the little creature that was leading you somewhere was made entirely of knitted wool. I just left you puzzled and completely stumped at where you even were.

But hopefully this little biped would be able to provide some answers. Your first set of strange contacts was with a small group that the little sack...thing...person...was leading you towards. Your approach didn’t go unnoticed. Once you and the little creature arrived, the three figures were giving you wary glances. But the little sackperson stepped forward and began to sign to them. It was quite a surprise to learn that these larger beings seemed to be British...despite this place not looking like Earth. A bit of back and forth later and you finally managed to introduce yourself and explain your situation to the three larger beings. In which, they introduced themselves to you as well.

There was Larry Da Vinci, an elderly individual with a paper beard and cardboard 3D glasses, who seemed to be rather forgetful, as it took him a moment to remember his own name before the bun-having blonde next to him spoke up.

Her name was Victoria, who had doll-like features and a steampunk-inspired body. She also seemed to be very polite too. Despite being an older female, her and Da Vinci even seemed to be a thing. If the sweet-based names he kept calling her had anything to say for it.

Then there was a rather depressed-looking individual named Clive, who was a man with an eraser for a body and a cyan desk calendar for a head, which was just to name a few things that caught your eye about him. It was just so strange to see paperclips merely sticking to a body without an anchor. But he was still polite none-the-less, even if he wasn’t as enthusiastic as Larry or Victoria.

As for yourself? Well, you were a human. Made of flesh and blood, unlike the natives of this realm you happened to get lost in. It wasn’t hard to take notice of how the others would look at you strangely from time to time.

Not only just because you showed up out of nowhere, but because your appearance just seemed...as that Ginger-Haired prideful loudmouth ‘Avalon’ would put it - “Highly suspicious-looking”. You didn’t think you looked that bad...or creepy. So, you just played down their doubts by just explaining that you're from very far away and that you were lost. It took a bit of convincing from Sackthing to see if Larry had any leads on what to do.

Many of them acted like they had never seen a human before and it wasn’t hard to see why. I mean, they even thought you looked ill and took you to an apple-headed nurse, who was strangely in a birdcage of all things, named Eve to have a look at you. She apparently tried to find your ‘stitching’, which took you awhile to explain that you weren’t born with ‘stitching’. She seemed completely lost with your explanation on a normal human body and she did some typical tests. Took your temperature, tested your reflexes, and gave you a few psychological tests. All came back okay, showing that you were in fact a perfectly normal human being. Even if she seemed slightly disappointed. The rest of the time was spent visiting the other creators once word got around that a unique stranger was visiting Craftworld from ‘very far away’. Despite meeting a fair chunk of them within the first few hours.

It was most likely Avalon who let the cat out of the bag, the dude probably can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life. If your first encounter with him had anything to say about it. Dude even had the nerve to call you a ‘rubbery-looking tall weirdo’.

Thankfully, Larry chewed him out for his rudeness before you could. So one by one, you met the creator curators and visited their homelands with Larry as your guide, since sackthing had other duties to attend to at the time.

It was quite an exhausting trip. Thankfully most of the realms could be accessed by rocketships that were provided by Larry Da Vinci. Yes, rocketships. Made out of cardboard...with a jet attached to them.

You didn’t understand how they worked, so you pretty much just went with it and didn’t ask any questions. Each encounter was as unique as they came as you headed off to the other parts of Craftworld with Larry. Your first encounter was with the lovely baker you met before, Victoria. She was very interesting to say the least, having a lab and bakery hybrid that she called home. She explored the possibilities of pastries and science. A strange combination. She even tried to offer you some of her baked goods, which you sadly discovered you couldn’t eat. At all . You just couldn’t force yourself to eat a literal SPONGE cake, so you had to turn her down gently but gratefully thanked her for the offer anyway. After that was Clive, the same depressed individual from earlier. You eventually discover that  he has lived in a factory for most of his life and just knows the day in and day out of being at work constantly. No wonder the poor sap was so blue. He obviously needed a long vacation. After a typical meet and greet, you toured the factory he called home and had a lot of fun watching how things operated while Clive rambled on and on about work and various activities he would perform around the factory. You even got to meet the cute little sackbots while you were there. Which was a pleasant experience in itself! After that was Eve’s Asylum where she and Professor Higginbottom were located. You met Higginbottom at the Asylum. Which was probably the strangest thing you have ever experienced...aside from being lost in this fabric dimension. He seemed like someone who got into the bong and never came out. Though, listening to him talk was quite entertaining. Even if you didn’t understand anything that came from his mouth. Eve was present there as well. Despite the underwhelming encounter from earlier, Eve was still elated to observe you and see how you were coping.  She apparently ran the asylum that was filled with beautiful flora, magical trees, and crazy people. Which wasn’t a surprise, but you were just happy that they were under the care of someone as loving as Eve. Even if she got a bit frustrated that she couldn’t make heads or tails about your ‘strange biology predicament’. Even with an unnecessary ‘second analysis’. Then finally, there was Avalon. The dude was about as loud and as arrogant as they came.

However, he pushed it to a point where he made it endearing rather than annoying, but your traveling companion could beg to differ. It seemed that Larry and Avalon had a lot of disagreements on who was the leader of “The Alliance”. Whatever that was. Both of them mixed like oil and vinegar, like broccoli and pizza, like boomers and millennials...it was honestly kinda funny to watch them bicker. However, you haven’t forgotten that rude comment he made about you. So you were still on the fence with him. Still, Avalonia was a wonderful place to visit. Looking at all of the strange gadgets that were made, the types of vehicles, and the sheer ethereal aura that the place radiated...Avalon really did have a strong reason to flex after all.

But as fun as it was to visit these Curators, you still needed to find your way home. Plus, you had to keep moving if you were going to be able to find anything to eat.

I mean, you have been offered food on numerous occasions while on your trip, however it wasn’t anything you could actually eat. ‘Sponge’ cakes, icing that was too sweet, jam that was too sticky, crackers that were made of cardboard, cookies made out of paper, fruit made out of fabric or plastic… It was all fake...and you were starting to starve.

Your lack of eating also seemed to worry Larry, but you feigned being fine. Despite the fact that you hadn’t really eaten in days. It was wearing down on you pretty bad at this point. Despite your lie, Larry seemed to still be lost on what to do with you. You honestly couldn’t blame him though. You were quite an enigma. Then, Larry was reminded of something and had explained that he was going to go to a place called Bunkum to attend a session in a place called Popit Academy and graciously offered if you wanted to visit while he was participating. At that time, you really didn’t know that you could explore other planets...but this was a strange new universe with strange new ways. So what could possibly go wrong?

So, from one planet made of patches to one with strange gadgets on it, you arrive at a place called “Needlepoint Peaks”.

Which was filled with crisp mountain air and little floating objects that harassed you at every angle. It was quite frustrating, as they would cling to you and you would have to constantly shake them loose. It seemed to amuse Larry to the point of chuckling as you both headed down the mountain together. While on the way, you even decided to take a bite out of the crackers that were sticking out of the ground. Which turned out to be a big mistake.

The ‘treat’ was about as stale as they come. It was hard to chew and it had the lingering scent of cardboard and dust. You promptly spat it out and coughed violently while Larry looked at you like you had lost your marbles.

Despite everything looking tasty, it was all dried and stale, nothing more than deceptive decorations for your ever growing hunger that gnawed away at you from your insides. You could only sigh helplessly as you passed the deceptive goodies and just focused on following Larry to the next destination. Once down from the mountain, both of you arrived at a place called ‘Stitchem Manor’, which seemed to be occupied by two lightbulbs and a monster. The family greeted Larry and seemed to notice you, despite you attempting to hide your taller figure behind the Elder Curator. The smaller lightbulb seemed to be very eager to meet you, as he strode up and waved and said a rather friendly hello. You timidly come out of hiding and meet up with him too. Returning the greeting politely. The lightbulb seems to happily chitter about as you stare at him. He then graciously introduces you to his father, a clear idol in his eyes, and his mother. Who wasn’t a monster. She just looked scary as hell.

You politely greet them in return and Larry explains your situation to the family. It seemed that Larry had decided to see if you could visit with the Pud family, which was a rather strange name, until he was through with his lessons at the popit academy. Seeing if one of them was available to show you around Bunkum until he came back later. You almost rolled your eyes at the thought of needing a guide or babysitter, but you didn’t know this place. So you really should stick with someone until you understand the ropes. The younger-looking lightbulb, who was named Newton, proudly volunteers to show you around Bunkum. A desire to give his ‘new strange-looking chum the best tour of Bunkum they have ever experienced’. So he says. Apparently, his parents were both worried about his proposal. Not because of you, but apparently Newton had caused a heap of trouble for the natives of Bunkum and was still in too-hot water because of it. Despite making peace with most of the locals and trying to clear his name from the titan incident...whatever that was. It sounds bad just by the name alone.

However, after enough begging, his parents gave in and decided to allow him to show you around Bunkum. Satisfied with the ordeal, Larry had headed off and Newton’s parents headed back inside the large manor.

Once alone, Newton had grabbed your hand before suddenly letting go in surprise. When questioned, he just stared and made a comment about how your ‘knitting’ felt strange against his hands. You just merely shrugged and walked ahead, Newton quickly taking the lead again as he rambled on and on about stuff to do while you were visiting.

The first stop was Manglewood. Which could only be reached by boat. Which just made the ride over much more boring than usual, except when Newton would talk about it and mention all the things to do there. It helped to pass the time until the island in question came into view. By appearance alone, you would’ve thought you both were lost in some bayou in the heart of Louisiana, but that wasn’t far enough from the truth. There were film reels, movie cameras, and set pieces all strewn about the landscape. Making it look like a set that was covered in moss and willows. However, you also took notice of a strange figure sitting at the edge of the landmass. Simply sitting there and watching the boat. Once close enough, you seemed to make out that it appeared to be...dog-like? Like a sock puppet type of dog? It was just waiting there and once you both touched down on land, it sped over to investigate. In which, it happily jumped aboard and sniffed around.

Once it glanced at Newton, it’s face changed to a certain type of disinterest but once it scanned over to you, it began to wag its’...butt...and bark happily. You confusedly look at the animal before waving and greeting the...dog-thing. Having it jump up on you and lick you with a fabric tongue, thankfully it didn’t seem to leave any slobber behind.

Newton explained that it was a creature called Oddsock and it seemed to be protecting Manglewood. He almost seemed a tad bit jealous that Oddsock had taken a liking to you so quickly, even if he didn’t show it openly.

He led you off of the boat and further into Manglewood, the dog sticking close to your side.

There, you both found a man who introduced himself as Marlon Random.

He was quite a character. Looking like a spool of film with a strange hairstyle to go with it, the dancing, the personality, the references to movies and such...he was probably the most enjoyable to be around. He didn’t even seem to mind Newton. Greeting him as if it was any other day, in which Newton had replied half-heartedly and explained your situation. Once Marlon heard of your plight, he stopped and looked at you closer. Taking notice of your strange appearance as well, he nods and laughs lightly. Eager to show Manglewood to you, despite Newtons’ protests. You had decided to visit the space area and discovered that floating in space was incredibly fun. The zero gravity, peaceful music playing in the background, and just the weightlessness of it all...it was truly an experience. After that, he took you over to the old-style diner. You jammed out to some old-style tunes, which strangely came from Earth of all places, and you even tried to take a few bites out of the food laying around. Getting the same result as the one from Needlepoint Peaks. You even tried the milkshakes. Which were SO SWEET. Too sweet even!

It was like everything around here was made out of two dumptruck loads of sugar. Plus, you couldn’t really force past it, as it was strong enough to hurt your teeth anyway. One secret spit out later and you lot had decided to settle in for a bite.

With the exemption of you. So while Newton, Marlon, and even Oddsock enjoyed the food...you found yourself without a meal yet again. Your aching belly rumbling in disdain as you sigh quietly. You just had to endure for a bit longer...you would get home soon...hopefully. Thankfully there was water to drink. So you had that instead. Still, you had a kick watching Newton shove fries and pieces of food into that hole in his neck. Which made sense, as he simply couldn’t shove it past the glass that covered his head. It just made you wish you could enjoy it with them...wait...why were they looking at you...why were they laughing --? A tickling sensation pretty much crawled around you as those bothersome floating objects began to stick to you again, resulting in you crying out in agitation and shaking about in the seat to dislodge them. Your companions seemed to find the situation hilarious as you pluck them off and flick them away from yourself. Huffing a bit at your group as they laugh at your grumpiness. But once it was all said and done, the last places being too ‘dangerous’ for you to explore, you both decided it would be time to head out to the Ziggurat. You would’ve headed to a place called ‘Zom Zom’s’ however Newton explained that he only took a special type of currency called ‘collectabells’, which got a chuckle out of you. Sadly, you didn’t really have any currency at all. So you skipped on going there. He probably wouldn’t have anything in your size anyway. So, both of you cross the bridge and ride the gondola into the distance while Marlon and Oddsock waved you both off. In no time at all, the temperature began to drop and snow began to fall from the sky. The wind from the gondola didn’t help the situation either, your clothes could barely keep out the chill. Newton didn’t seem bothered by it, which wasn’t a surprise to you. That fluffy coat he was wearing looked comfortable.

You would ask to wear it, but it was just too small for you. Plus, Lightbulbs radiate heat, so he was probably all warm and toasty underneath that fabric. Talk about being lucky.

Finally, the gondola came to a hill and along that hill seemed to be a towering figure. It almost looked like a burlap sack...like something you would shove potatoes in. Once closer though, it seemed similar to the last creature you encountered.

If logical reasoning could be fathomed here, that must be this land’s protector as well. Seeing by how they grew alert to the approaching elevator. Once it stopped and you and Newton stepped off, the large figure approached curiously. Similar to before, the creature met Newton with a poker face about as blank as the snow, but he gave you a rather silly smile once he looked in your general direction. What you didn’t expect was a large friendly hug to accompany that smile. You were pretty much scooped up and pressed against the taught cloth-chest of the large figure, gasping for air as it cuddled you. Newton began by explaining that this was the Ziggurat, which also happened to be Toggles’ home. Which was the name of the creature hugging you. He told you about the grand library and the ballets that would be held here every day and that hopefully you would enjoy the shows while you both were here. With a few desperate taps on Toggle, you were released and were finally able to get a full breath of air. You almost felt bad for Toggle’s worried face, but a reassured pat on their arm seemed to make them satisfied that you were okay. You walk along, following Newton as he gives you a brief tour of the entrance. Toggle following close behind you both as you walk towards a large and towering brass-like structure that was the centerpiece of this frozen wasteland.

Then, you met Papal Mache in the temple sanctum. Who gave Newton a rather skeptical glance after your arrival before staring at you for a brief moment. Once again, another remark on your appearance was made.

It almost made you wanna put a bag over your head and hide away from the world.

And what is with everyone asking where your ‘stitching’ was? You’re not made of fabric!

You just let out another sigh as Newton repeated the spill from earlier encounters while you busied yourself by looking at the temple architecture. From the looks of it, it seemed to be the insides of a large pipe organ, with stained glass windows of ballerinas and russian-esque soldiers. Which made sense, as Russia was known for its musical culture and revered classics in the modern world. While you admired the art and such, Papal Mache seemed to understand and decided to escort you both down to the library. Which was being looked after by...a dog...woman...thing.

You simply just shake your head and decide to listen in on her history lessons that were offered to you, which were indubitably interesting and selectively inspiring.

Especially once you began to read some of the pamphlets that Toggle helped save from a flood. Toggle even stayed and sat down to listen to his heroic deeds for a bit. Out of curiosity, you pick up one of the pamphlets. No wonder the lady-dog would’ve been so upset to lose some of this history, it was pretty interesting! However, it was short-lived once Newton grew bored and pulled you away from the library with a rushed goodbye to the friendly dog lady. Nearly leaving Toggle behind. Only then did you realize how cold you were getting from the temperature after sitting still on a cold floor. You begin to shudder as the cold wind brushes against you and you slow down as the cold bites at your flesh.

Curiously, Newton had questioned what was wrong as you trembled helplessly in the frigid gales. Once you explained that humans can get something called hypothermia from excessive cold and die, Newton practically flipped his lid.

A quick grasp of your hand and he took off with you in tow.

He quickly rushed past Papal Mache and through the temple to get you to a large furnace on the other side.

Once close enough, you could feel the warmth of the furnace melting away the freezing ice that had wrapped itself around your body. Replacing it with warmth and comfort. Once at the entrance, you graciously sit down on the warmed metal and let out a blissful sigh of relief. You were pretty much scolded by Newton for not telling him earlier and a worried Papal Mache arrived on scene not much later. A brief questioning later and Papal figured it might be best if you don’t stay here too long. Not that he didn’t enjoy new visitors, but because you just weren’t equipped for such freezing temperatures. Which were even worse when night fell.

You nodded in understanding and let out a sigh of brief disappointment, but the snow was hard to endure at this point. Once you thawed out, you both would be heading to your final destination, Bunkum Lagoon.

The sound of small rapid footsteps grace your ears as a smaller version of the big guy came scuttling onto the scene. A brief slide later and suddenly it was the big guy again! Only then did you realize what ‘Toggle’ meant. It made you almost wanna laugh. Papal Mache decided to speak up to the large silent hero about your incident and Toggle seemed to become saddened by the news, but nodded in understanding anyway. You felt bad for such a rapid departure, but what else could be done? It was best to finish touring Bunkum so you could get back to Stitchem Manor so you could wait for Larry. Once you got warm enough, you stood up from the ground and Newton rejoined you as both of you walked back into the temple and towards the back where a large elevator awaited. Both of you got on and Papal Mache and Toggle waved their farewells as the elevator began to move and drop down. You had no idea how this would get you to a lagoon, but if you weren’t at the risk of getting hypothermia, you may like it a bit more… Newton seemed to be more apprehensive about this place, unlike the last two places you both visited. He began to talk about a wicked queen who probably boils her disrespectful subjects in hot oil and how she would probably tear him limb from limb if she as much as smelled him. You probably broke a sweat listening to his anxious worries about the next destination. Didn’t seem to be as peaceful as the last two places, just from what he was saying alone. You gulped as the air began to become more humid as the elevator slowed to a stop.

Once outside, the first thing your eyes caught was the sunset that was glistening over the very large lake that resided in a city filled with towering spires and buildings. You couldn’t hide a gasp of awe as you stepped out into the residential areas and admired the masquerade theme that the city had going for it. Plus, there were airships and clouds as far as your eyes could see. It was truly breathtaking. Newton slowly slinked out after you, scanning around as if to keep an eye out for danger. You had thrown caution to the wind as you walked out further into the Lagoon, Newton squeaking and following behind you for a change. You pretty much just happily stroll through the town, looking at all of the cardboard, stickers, and crafted creatures fluttering about. A stark contrast to a human like yourself.

Suddenly, a sudden shout came from above. The noise made Newton cry out in fear as he hid behind yourself as a hovering platform came into your view. On top of it was a marionette looking female as she called down to the both of you. From the tone of her voice, you already knew you weren’t gonna like her. Her tone was bratty and easily portrayed the type that she was. That type being a heavily spoilt princess that expected everyone to obey and respect them, despite them not deserving any. She was also being followed by another sack creature, this one resembling a bird. She immediately began to chew out Newton for one reason or another, you weren’t exactly paying attention as she hissed at your companion. It was almost like she was demanding an explanation as to why he was in ‘her’ kingdom. Newton had managed to pluck up enough courage to creep out from behind yourself as he explained your situation once more. About how you were from ‘very far away’ and a friend had asked if someone was willing to show Bunkum to the newcomer. Despite the fact that he tried to pass it off as him trying to make amends by doing this ‘tour’ with you. Despite the fact that he selflessly volunteered for it, no pressuring from his father or anything. Still, you said nothing as the ‘Queen of Bunkum’ introduced herself to you and you to Swoop, who had landed and was staring at you after giving Newton another neutral passing glance. It even almost seemed to flutter happily for a bit. It made you wonder why all of these sack creatures seemed to be happy to see you, but that can be pondered later. Right now, you just wanted to go and explore this last location before the night began to fall.

With courtesy, you bowed a bit and greeted Pinky. Being sure to call her ‘queen’ in a respectful manner. She looked like the type that was prone to suck-ups.

In which you assumed correctly. Almost seemingly flustered with your polite behavior, she cackles a bit before welcoming you to the Lagoon and ‘knowing fully well that you WILL enjoy your stay ’. However she does give you a warning to keep ‘that yellow ninny’ out of trouble, to which you assured her that she had nothing to be concerned for. Satisfied, she calls swoop back to her side and the levitating platform hovers off into the distance. A thankfully short encounter. Newton lets out a relieved sigh as you continue on. A desire to explore in your veins as the sun continues to set. It was kinda sad that you couldn’t hang out with the bird like you could the other two, but it probably has a job protecting the queen. Still, you continued on. Your lightbulb co-conspirator follows you from close behind. Just waiting to see what you decide to do with the rest of your day. And It was a rather eventful rest of the day.

Both you and Newton had attended various events. Such as an air joust festival, a puppet show, and you two even climbed the tallest tower in the district and listened to the bells of the tower ring. You even got to see the ‘legendary creative heart’, which was strangely disturbing. Despite it being just a giant valentine heart with large bird wings, it still pulsed like an actual heart. You honestly didn’t know how the locals could stand being next to it for so long. Even from this distance it was loud enough for you to hear. You just brush it off and try to ignore all of the bothersome floaty things that came from it. Hopefully none of them would stick to you. At the end of your trip, you both stopped on a pier to watch the sunset over the lagoon. The purple and pink clouds just brought out a tranquility in the atmosphere that almost made you forget about your troubles and your lingering sleepless exhaustion. Despite being here for about a few days, you were starving and getting any sleep was rather rare. Mostly since weird things would occur while you were dozing.

You fell asleep in the rocketship once and a large flower garden had grown up around you while you had slept and you only took notice when you woke up. It was hard to explain it to Larry. You even crashed in Clive’s factory and when you awakened, some new robots were by your side. Seemingly not made in the factory at all, as they didn’t even have the same body shape as the Sackbots. Clive was about as stumped as you were when you showed him. It was just...when you fell asleep, weird stuff would happen to you and the things that surrounded where you were sleeping. So now, you just try to stay awake as much as possible. Even if your eyelids felt like cinder blocks and tiredness nipped at your aching muscles. The thing that bothered you the most as your empty stomach.

If you couldn’t sleep nor eat, how would you even make it out of here?

There was no sustenance to keep you going. You’re pretty much running on emergency energy right now. Burning stored calories and trying to stay alive while you were at it. The constant insomnia was also wearing down on you. You just felt like you could fall asleep right here on the pier. But Newton jostles you awake by reminding you that you both had to head back to Stitchem Manor before night fell on Bunkum. You nod slowly in understanding and finally muster the strength to stand up with a long stretch. From there, Newton led the way back to his home. Leading back the way you came. Back up the mountain, back through the Ziggurat, back down the mountain, through the swamp again, and back to the boat. Once you both set sail, you watch the sinking sun with a lazy gaze.

It was quite a trip...but you really wish you were home. It wasn’t like you were miserable here. These strangers were so nice and open to you, despite your off-putting appearance. You just wished you had something to eat right now...and maybe a nap. Or a thousand year sleep, which would be far better. Still, Stitchem Manor came into view at the cliffside and you both began to dock the boat. By the time you both arrived home, the sky had turned to twilight as you slowly walked after Newton.

Who seemed to be rather jovial after todays ‘adventure’. Both Nana Pud and Captain Pud were there to greet you both at the gates of the manor, Larry Da Vinci was there as well. Seemingly having an idle chit chat while you both arrived. Once you two were noticed, you sluggishly came to a stand still next to Larry while Newton griped about being pampered by his doting mother. You and Larry couldn’t help but chuckle as you all said your goodnights and you and Larry headed away from the manor. You manage to look over your shoulder as the younger lightbulb seems to be happily waving to you while he and his parents go inside the manor. You returned the favor, albeit a bit more slowly as exhaustion slowly caught up to you. Once you were out of sight of the manor, Larry had asked how your day went. You pretty much told him everything. About the fun you had in Manglewood, the freezing experience in the Ziggurat, and the jousting shows in Bunkum Lagoon. You spoke of all the people you met and how Newton was informative and made sure to look after you. It seemed to earn Larrys’ approval as he nods as the pod comes into sight. Once you both were aboard and a course was set for Craftworld, you decided to settle in on the pillows on the far side of the pod. Where it was a bit quieter than the control room. Larry decided that he would drive you both back to Craftworld while you took a nap. You didn’t mind and happily accepted the offer. Though, he probably could tell that you weren’t getting enough sleep. You could practically see the darkness lining your eyes.

Now you were wrapped up in soft materials and laying in a nest made from pillows and such. Your mind was so tired and strained from being awake for so long that all you could think about was how many people you met in the last few days. How many potential friends you could make...but it was still a mystery as to how you arrived on Craftworld in the first place. Let alone how to get out of this dimension and safely back to Earth. If you wanted to go back...that is. I mean, you were still hungry. Even more so now. You could only sigh as the feelings of hunger went away some time ago after you tried to not focus on anything. You were still lost. Even if you met some friendly faces along the way. Still... how did you get here? And how do you get back? You merely blink as these questions run through your mind and you just let out a deep exhale and close your eyes tightly. You just needed some sleep for now. Maybe this is all just one big fever dream and you’ll wake up back in your normal bed with normal humans around you. No fabric, no cardboard, so sponges...just flesh and bones. Organic stuff... REAL stuff.

Or...at least the things you HOPE were REAL things. Oh, but it was just another problem to solve for tomorrow.

You let out another final long sigh as your heavy eyes finally close and you drifted off to sleep in record time.

Blissfully unaware of the images and energy seeping from your head while you slept peacefully throughout the whole trip back to Craftworld.

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Nine

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

I’m too fucking high for this right now. Harry thinks to himself as you explain your coffee chat with Seth. He may have been having a kickback with Sarah, Mitch, Gemma, and some other friends, and they may have started passing a bong around.

“Wait, so a guy you used to hook up with is bisexual and you want to set him up with Isaac?”

“Yes! Isaac’s so cute, and Seth is such a good guy, like, the best. Better than the best.”

“Please, keep tellin’ me how great Seth is, I love to hear it.” He says sarcastically.

“Oh, stop it. No one’s as good as you, that’s a given. Maybe I’ll pop by the studio tomorrow after work to see what Isaac thinks of all of it. If it works out we could all go on double dates and stuff.”

“Mmmmm, no.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Because then it would be like you two were on a date, and I don’t need that.”

“No it wouldn’t. I’ve never even been on a date with Seth.”

“But you dated.”

“No…we didn’t. Why are you getting mad about this?”

“Why are youuuu gettin’ so excited?”

“Are you okay? You’re talking funny.”

“Don’t I always talk funny to you, what with my accent?” Harry starts coughing and then starts to laugh. “Look, I can’t talk much longer, I have friends over.”

“Oh…sorry to bother you…”

“No! You weren’t botherin’ me!”

“Okay…well, bye.”

“Wait, now you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

“I can’t have friends over?”

“I never said that.”

“I told you I’d be hangnin’ with friends this week.”

“You did.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

You hang up the phone and roll your eyes. Harry texts you immediately.

Harry: you’re mad at me :(

You: I’m not

Harry: you are

You groan and toss your phone on the sofa. You take a quick shower and come back to watch some TV with Buster. You have five texts from Harry.

Harry: Y/N?

Harry: where’d ya go?

Harry: love?

Harry: angel?

Harry: baby girl?

“Jesus Christ!”

You: I went to take a shower, get back to your friends

Harry: you didn’t tell me you were taking a shower

You: didn’t realize you needed a play by play

Harry: :(

You sigh and call him.

“Hello?” He says.

“Are you okay?”

“Nevah bettah.” His accent was extremely thick today.

“Harry…I feel like I always need to tell what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with, but you’re always very vague.”

“Am not.”

“Am too.”

“Okay, you wanna know what I’m doin’ then?”

“Please, enlighten me.”

“I’m with my friends at my flat, and we’re blazed.”

“You’re high?”

“Yep. Makes me a little clingier than usual, m’sorry.”

You don’t say anything. You really didn’t like the idea of him toking up. You weren’t judging, you just didn’t understand the appeal.

“You there?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Are yeh disappointed?”

“No…I just don’t understand why you feel the need to do that.”

“It’s better than drinkin’ til I’m sick.”

“Is it?”

“I miss you. I miss you’re cute little face, and you’re-“

“Harry.” You smile. “Go back to your friends, babe. Go be a good little host, hm?”

“Alright. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You sigh and hang up the phone. You look at Buster who’s looking at you.

“Daddy is bonkers sometimes, Buster, absolutely bonkers.”

//

You were at the bar with your friends, one of the perks of being twenty-one, you could go out drinking and not have to worry about the cops showing up to bust you and your friends. Kate was busy with Kevin, and Sarah was busy with Ben. You rolled your eyes at them.

“Here.” Rachel says handing you a vodka-cranberry.

“Thanks.” You two clink your glasses and look over to the boys who were all playing pool.

“So, you and Seth, huh?”

“It was just one night. We haven’t hooked up since.”

“Why not? Thought you two were gonna do the friends with benefits thing.”

“We are…I think we’re both scared to make the first move again. I’m hoping tonight though. It was so good Rach.”

“Well, let’s go over there then. We can watch them play.”

You and Rachel walk over to Seth and Max, and a couple other guys. Seth smiles at you.

“Aw, you brought me a new drink, you shouldn’t have.” He says to you.

“Not yours.” You smirk.

“Can I get a sip?”

“Sure.” You hand it to him and he takes a sip. You watch as he licks his lips after.

“Thanks.” He hands it back to you. “You look hot tonight.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Well, you always look hot, but-“

“Seth, can we get back to it? It’s your turn.” One of the guys says.

He rolls his eyes and goes to make his shot. You and Rachel get bored and head to the dance floor. Seth looks for you and sees you dancing with her.

“Fuck this.” He says and goes out to the dance floor. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Not at all, she’s all yours.” Rachel pushes you towards him.

You giggle and back your ass up to his pelvis. His hands go on your hips and you start dancing together. You had danced with Seth plenty of times, but never really like this. He plants soft kisses on your cheek and neck. Your head rolls back to his shoulder.

“Wanna get out of here?” He whispers in your ear. You turn around and nod.

“Can we go to your place?”

“Course.”

He grabs your hand and leads you out. You make eye contact with Rachel quick and you nod at each other.

“You cold, want my jacket?” He asks, already taking it off.

“Yeah, thanks.” You put it on and feel warm instantly. His jacket smelt just like him.

He walks with his hands in his pockets on your decent to his off campus apartment.

“Sorry I haven’t really texted…” He finally says.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because…we fucked and you’re my friend and we didn’t really talk after.”

“I didn’t exactly reach out to you either.”

“Awkward, right?”

“Very awkward. Why is it so awkward?”

“I don’t know…I don’t regret anything.”

“Me either.” You smile at him.

“I think it’s just hard to find the balance, you know?”

“Seth, we don’t need to play by anyone’s rules but our own. If you wanna text me after we hook up, great, if not, it’s not a big deal. If you wanna hang out as friends and not fuck we can do that, and if you wanna hang out solely so we can fuck, then that’s cool too.”

“You’re awesome.” He throws an arm around you and it stays that way for the rest of the walk.

//

After work you head to the studio to see Mariah and Isaac. Mariah was outside getting some golden hour shots with a client.

“Hey!” Isaac says brightly to you. He walks around the desk to give you a hug, and gives Buster a treat.

“Hi! So good to see you.”

“How was London?”

“It was amazing. The weather was beautiful, and Harry was a prince as always. He’s a lot of fun to travel with.”

“I got to go with him once when had to travel for Plant Geo, so much fun. I turned twenty-one on the trip, he gave me my first shot.”

“Aww. How old are you anyways?”

“Just turned twenty-three a couple months ago.” You nod. “So, are you like super lonely without your man?”

“I think I would've been, but I have Buster so it’s not so bad. He keeps my head preoccupied.”

“We miss him a lot here. He’s so funny, and way more outgoing now that there aren’t people around to piss him off.”

“That’s great! I love hearing that kind of stuff.” You bite your bottom lip and grin at him.

“What’s that look for?”

“Okay, this may be out of left field for me to say to you, but you’re single right?”

“Y/N, you’re nice and all, and as much as I’d love to see Harry naked, I don’t think a threesome is the way to go.”

“Oh my god!” You start laughing. “No! Oh my god, nope, no, that’s not where I was going at all.”

“Oh!” He starts laughing. “Sorry.” He blushes.

“So you wanna see my boyfriend naked, huh?” You smirk.

“As if you didn’t know.”

“How ‘bout I do you one better?”

“What do you mean?”

“I have a friend, a really good friend…we’ve recently reconnected. His name is Seth.”

“Seth?! As in ‘fuckin’ Seth Rowan’.” He says in Harry’s accent. “Didn’t you hook up with him back in the day?”

“How nice of Harry to air my dirty laundry with you.”

“To be fair I was trying to pry out of him why he was walking so funny one day, and he decided to tell me about Seth instead.” Your cheeks burn.

“Uh, right.” You cough nervously. “Anyways, Seth is bi…as he’s recently told me. Don’t be mad, but I showed him a picture of you and he said you were adorable.”

“Adorable? And bi? I don’t know, is he just looking to experiment?”

“No! He said he even dated a guy long enough that he introduced him to his family. I think he’s still trying to figure out in the grand scheme if he wants to be with a man or woman, but he also said he was very fluid, and you’re so sweet Isaac, I just thought-“

“Do you have a picture?”

“Tons! Hold on.” You pull out your phone and go to Seth’s Facebook.

“Oh my god…bitch you have a type.”

“Stop! They’re not that similar. Seth actually has way more tattoos than Harry. And Harry doesn’t have any piercings.”

“So this guy…said I was adorable? He looks too hard to say something like that.”

“Oh my god, Seth is the sweetest guy ever. He just has a slight punk exterior.”

“And you wanna set me up with him? That’s not weird for you?”

“Not at all.” You scoff. “We never dated, we were just friends who hooked up from time to time.”

//

Seth gets you into his room, and once the door is locked his tongue is down your throat. You feel the cool from his piercing against your tongue. His hands were cupping your face and yours were gripping the back of his shirt. You felt like you could kiss him forever.

“So are you gonna let me get a taste tonight, or what?”

“A taste?” You giggle. “of what?” He looks at you, down to your crotch, then back to your eyes.

“Oh! You actually wanna do that?”

“Um…yeah?” He kisses on your neck and you groan. “Don’t you wanna know what this feels like rubbing up against that little clit of yours?” He says into your ear. Goosebumps raise all over your body.

You kiss him against and tug his shirt up overhead. All clothes come flying off and you get on the bed. He kisses down your entire body and pushes your legs apart. The second you feel him against you, you gasp.

“Oh my god.” You say in surprise. “Wow, oh wow.” You tug at his hair. “Seth, holy shit.” You groan.

He looks up at you and smirks.

“I know it feels good, but I do have roommates.”

“Shit! Sorry.” You blush.

“I mean, it only feeds my ego, but I don’t need a pat on the back from them. Plus, poor little Maxy.”

“I’ll be quiet.” You push his head back down and you feel him chuckle against you.

You clasp a hand over your mouth as he continues to lick you up and down. Guys had gone down on your before, but not like this. Who knew a little piercing could feel so good? You tug at his hair harder when you feel your entire body get hot and your legs start to shake. You were panting and sweating and he made your body feel better than it ever had. He kisses your inner thigh as you catch your breath.

“Do you want me to, um…” You point to his throbbing cock.

“Nah, I’d rather just stick it in, that okay?”

“Yeah!”

He smiles and grabs a condom.

“Seth?”

“Yeah?”

“Sit against the headboard.”

He raises an eyebrow, but does as you say. You move to swing your leg over him but you don’t face him. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and you kiss as you line him up with you. He groans as you sink down on him. His hands trail up to your breasts.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He nips at your earlobe. “Ready to go for a ride?”

“Mhm.”

//

“And you didn’t have any feelings for him?”

“Not like how you might think. I cared a lot about him, and he cared for me.”

“So you know how big his dick is then.”

“Yes.” You blush. He raises both his eyebrows at you, waiting for a better answer. “It’s huge man, it’s so fucking big.”

“Oh shit, really?”

“Yeah, like…I couldn’t walk right for like three days after we first hooked up. Thick too.”

“Oh, he got that girth?”

“He got that girth.”

“Shit.” He blushes. “Is it bigger than Harry’s?”

“Isaac!” You squeal.

“Oh come on, just tell me.”

“It’s…Harry’s…Harry’s is the best dick I’ve ever had, dude. Like, he just knows what to do with it. Like, it just hits all the right spots. Every time we do it, it’s like the first time. Like I always need time to adjust, even still. There’s no other dick that I’d want for the rest of my life.”

“Excuse me, I need a very cold glass of water.” He saunters over to the waiting area where there’s a glass water pitcher. You laugh at him.

“So, can I set you up with Seth or not?”

“I’d like that. It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a real date. How old is he?”

“Twenty-four.”

“Oh, well that’ll be nice. And what does he do?”

“He’s in sales.”

“Making that money, okay.” You smile.

“So like do you want me to set up a dinner for the two of you, or-“

“Can we do what you did with Mariah and have a double date?”

“I brought that up to Harry, and he didn’t seem thrilled…”

“Let’s join forces. If he has to look at the two of us while we ask, there’s no way he’d say no.”

“I think you’re right.”

“Thanks for thinking of me for this by the way.”

“No one else I could’ve thought of!” You two hug and decide to grab a quick bite to eat together before going home.

When you get home you take a leap of faith and call Seth.

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi Sethy!”

“How was your day?”

“Good, how was yours.”

“Way too fucking hot, but it was good.” You laugh and agree with him. “So what’s up?”

“Well, I talked with my friend Isaac today…”

“Oh?”

“He’s interested.”

“I didn’t doubt that he would be.”

“Narcissist.”

“Bitch.”

“Whore.”

“Slut.”

“Okay!” You both laugh. “Jesus. Anyways, we wanna set up a double sate to take the edge off, but I have to convince Harry of it.”

“Oh, so he’s not into the idea of hanging out more intimately with a guy you used to have insanely hot sex with?” He asks sarcastically.

“Can you stop saying stuff like that?”

“Why, it making you all flustered?”

“No! You wish.” You hear him chuckle.

“I’m kidding, you know that right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, look, I think a double date is a great idea, and I hope you can get him on board with it.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to.”

“Just suck his dick, and keep sucking after he comes, you’re good at that.”

“Seth!”

“Oh, does he not know where you learned that?”

“I will murder you, I will come there and end your life. If we all go out and you can’t say things like that.”

“Obviously! I’m not stupid.”

“Jesus, you scare me sometimes, you really do.”

“When’s he come home, by the way? You lonely?”

“Why do people keep asking me that?” You sigh. “He’ll be home in three days. And I’m not super lonely, I have Buster.”

“Buster? Oh! Your dog.” He laughs.

“I can’t think about missing him too much or else I get kind of sad.”

“You really love him, don’t you?”

“More than anything. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“Think you’ll marry him someday?”

“Definitely.”

“That’s nice. I’ve seen you cry over too many douches, I’m glad you’re with someone that can really take care of you.”

“He takes the best care of me, Seth. We take care of each other.”

You and Seth talk for hours. You tell him so many things about Harry, and he talks about some of his past relationships. You talk for so long you fall asleep with your phone in your hand.

//

There was a party at the boy’s place. You and Seth kept making eyes across the room. You had been hooking up pretty regularly. There was another girl at the party trying to get his attention. He was humoring her, but his eyes kept falling to you. He tells the girl he needs to use the bathroom, but his feet take him to you instead.

“Hey.” He says, taking a sip of his drink.

“Hi.” You smile and bite the rim of your cup.

“You drunk?”

“A little. You?”

“A little.” You both giggle. You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Listen, um, I know this is your party and you probably don’t wanna leave.” He starts laughing. “Come on let me do it.” He makes a serious face and you clearn your throat. “You probably don’t want to leave, but I need to get back to my apartment, and I don’t wanna walk alone.” You pout. “Would you be able to walk me home?”

“You know, it would be rude to leave my guests…” He looks you up and down. “But as a gentleman and a scholar, I find it to be my civic duty to make sure a pretty girl such as yourself get home safely.”

“So selfless of you.”

“What can I say? I live to serve.”

He smirks and puts an arm around you. You knew you’d have your room to yourself tonight. It was perfect.

“Do you have everything?”

“Mhm, got my purse right here.”

“Cool.”

He leads you to the front door and you both slip out.

//

“You look exhausted.” Niall says when he picks you up for work.

“I am.”

“Why?”

“I was up all night on the phone.”

“Aww, you and Harry just miss each other that much?”

“I…wasn’t on the phone with Harry.” Niall gives you a confused look.

“Who could you possibly be on the phone with then?”

“Seth.”

“Y/N!”

“It’s not what you think! I’m setting him up with Isaac, remember? I spoke with Isaac yesterday and he’s into it. So I called Seth to tell him, and then he asked me all these questions about Harry. I pretty much mouth vomited about Harry. He told me about some of his relationships too. It was totally innocent. We used to talk all the time.”

“You’re a guy-friend girl.” He shakes his head.

“What?!”

“That’s your thing. You have the girls, but you I swear you prefer guy friends.”

“I suppose you’re not wrong. Guys are just so much easier…”

“That’s a load of bull.”

“Is not! Seth and I were friends for years and he was always easy to talk to. He still is. You’re really easy to talk too.” You grab his hand and give it a squeeze. “Niall?”

“What?”

“Do you think I’m replacing you?”

“No.” He pouts.

“Niall!”

“What?”

“I’m not replacing you!”

“Course not, I’m the one you replaced Seth with.”

“Don’t do this, don’t be like this.”

“I can’t remember the last time we just talked on the phone all night.”

“You wanna call me tonight? Let’s have a phone call tonight.”

“No, now it’s a force.”

“Do…do you and Sarah want to come over for dinner tonight?”

“I think that would be nice, yeah.”

All men are babies. You think to yourself.

//

“That’s nice they’re comin’ over for dinner tonight. What are yeh havin’?”

“I’m grilling some veggies.”

“Nice!”

“I miss you.” Your voice cracks.

“Babe…”

“I wish you were home.”

“Two more days.”

“I know.”

“Please don’t cry, if you cry then I’m gonna cry and if I cry again I think my sister will murder me.” You start laughing and so does he.

“I just want you home…I’m sorry.”

“Just think, in like a week we’re gonna be at a nice beach house for like five days with all our friends for your birthday.”

“Yeah, it’ll be so much fun.” You hear your buzzer. “They’re here, I better go. I love you.”

“Love you too babe.”

You let Sarah and Niall in, and the three of you get settled outside.

“Mm, I didn’t even know you could grill veggies.” Sarah says. “This is yummy.”

“Thanks!”

“So…how’s Seth?” She smiles.

“Oh good, Niall told you we were talking.” You glare at him.

“Didn’t realize it was a secret.” He smirks.

“It’s not. And he’s good. I’m setting up with Isaac.”

“He’s gay?!” She nearly spits. “No fucking way, that man loves pu-“

“He’s bi…” You say before she can finish the sentence.

“Oh… well alright then.” She sits back and Niall is glaring at her. “What?”

“Nothin’.” He sips his water.

“He’s pretty excited to meet Isaac. I think they could be good together.”

“Isaac is so sweet, he deserves a little loving.” Sarah says.

“Exactly! The second Seth told me he was into guys I immediately thought of Isaac.”

//

The next couple of days go by agonizingly slow. You were going nuts without Harry. You and Seth text off and on, and Isaac texts you a bit too. Eventually the day comes where you’re supposed to pick Harry up at the airport. You take a half day from work to go get him.

You change into a cute pair of shorts and a short sleeve shirt to go pick him up. You drive up to the pick up area of Logan and see him just walking out. Everything felt like slow motion. He had his sunglasses on, a snapback, shorts and a t-shirt that says Girls Are Smarter on it. Your jaw drops. It was like you were seeing him for the first time ever. You park and immediately get out of the car. He smiles when he sees you. He drops his bag and picks you up as you jump into his arms.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He says as he kisses you.

“I missed you too.” You groan against his lips. He sets you down and you both rush into the car.

He keeps his hand on your thigh as you drive out of the airport, and squeezes it.

“Harry, we just need to make it home.”

“I know.” You were completely flustered.

“How, um, how was your flight?”

“Good.” He smirks.

“And, uh, the rest of your week? It was good?”

“Yup. How wet do you think your knickers are right now?”

“Harry, please. We’re twenty minutes from home, please.”

Buster yips from the backseat.

“Oh shit! I didn’t even see him, hey buddy!” Harry gives Buster his hand and he licks it.

You get up to your apartment, and through the door. Buster runs over to his bowl of water and then settles into his dog bed. You pin Harry up against the wall of the front hall and he raises both eyebrows at you. You grab his face and pulls him down for a kiss. Your tongue is in his mouth in seconds. His hands go to undo your shorts and yours move down to undo his.

You yank his shorts and boxers down, and kneel in front of him.

“Babe, I’ve just been on a plane for six hours, don’t you want me to-oh, okay, ngh, shit.”

He was already down your throat. You didn’t care about anything right now. You wanted him so bad. You look up at him while you swallow around him and his mouth falls open. You smirk at him and hollow your cheeks. You bob up and down on him and grown. His head rolls back to the wall.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doin’ that.” You suck on him faster. He grabs you and pulls you off.

“Wha-“

“Don’t wanna come yet.” He pulls you to your feet. “But I appreciate your enthusiasm.”

He pulls you in for a kiss and walks you over to the couch. You each tug your shirts off, and he unhooks your bra. He kisses down your chest and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

“Ah, fuck.” You moan. He reaches a hand between your legs.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.”

“I want you so bad Harry, please just fuck me. Come on, take me on the couch.”

Harry sits down on the edge of the sofa and pats his legs you. You sit down on him, straddling him, facing him, taking him in.

“You look so tan.”

“Got outside for a bit.”

“Oh yeah?”

You sink your teeth into the crook of his neck and suck on him.

“Yeah.” He breathes.

You line him up with you and and sink down on him.

“Holy shit!” You yell. “Oh my god.” The familiar stretch from him was so satisfying.

“Fuckin’ missed you.” He slots his lips over yours and works his way to your neck and his arms press you close to him.

You move your hips in small circles at first, adjusting to him easier. You start to move up and down on him and he moans out. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and tug at his hair as he thrusts up into you. You’re bouncing up and down on him at a delicious pace. You two continue to kiss each other sloppily.

Wet kisses trail down your neck to your chest as he sucks on your skin, leaving mark after mark. Your nails dig into his back and claw down when he starts to hit your g-spot.

“God, do that again.”

“It’ll leave marks if I do.”

“When have I ever fuckin’ cared about you leaving a mark on me?”

“Good point.”

He gives another sharp thrusts and your nails trail down his back again. He groans again. His hands on your hips move you faster and faster on him.

“Oh my god, Harry, fuck, I’m gonna come, baby, shit!”

You moan loudly and release around him. You rest your head against his shoulder as he continues to thrust up into you. He picks you up off of him and bends you over the side of the couch. You grin and gasp when he reenters you. He smacks you ass a couple of times as he rocks in and out of you. A hand snakes around to rub your sensitive clit.

His other hand is on the base of the back of your neck as he drives into you. Your hands grip the sofa and your knuckles turn white.

“Tell me how good it feels, Harry!”

“Feels so fuckin’ good!”

He rubs your clit faster and your legs start to shake. You come again, but he continues to pound into you.

“Fuck, Harry! I want you to come for me!”

“Yeah, you want me to fill that cunt up?”

“God, yes!”

His thrusts get sloppy, but they’re forceful. His comes shoots into you and you gasp at the feeling. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he pulls out of you. You stand up and turn around. You wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head against his chest. His arms wrap around you and he kisses the top of your head.

“My baby.” You coo. “My doll.” He chuckles and tilts your chin up to look at him.

“Can we go to the bedroom?”

“Mhm.” You smile.

“Do you have enough energy to, um…” You give his bum a little pat.

“Want me to take care of you?”

“Please, I’m desperate for it.” He rests his forehead against yours. “Well, not so much it, more so watching you do it to me.”

“I would love to take you in there, and make you feel so fucking good.” You kiss him. “Let’s go.”

//

You and Harry spent the entire afternoon in bed together, taking turns making each other feel good. You took care of that ass just like he wanted. Instead of going right to the bath though, he had you sit on his face. It wasn’t something you did often, but when you did it felt amazing. It was only a week apart, but it felt way longer.

You spent some time snuggling and giggling and talking. He showed you some pictures he took on his phone and you would steal kisses from him while he was talking. You were ravenous by the time it you would normally eat dinner.

“Wanna go out tonight, or are you exhausted?” You ask him.

“Yeah we could go grab a bite.” He smiles. “I need to shower though.”

“Me too.”

You both rinse off quick and get dressed.

“Where do you feel like goin’?” He asks as he gets a t-shirt on.

“Anywhere’s fine. Did you wanna see what Niall and Sarah are up to?”

“Nah.”

“Nah?”

“Yeah, I just wanna spend time with you.” You kiss him.

“We could go down to that pizza place that has the cauliflower crust.”

“Oh! Great idea.” You both leave the bedroom. “Buster, mummy and daddy are goin’ out. We’ll the TV on for you. We won’t be long.” He pats him on the head.

You both head out and start your walk to the pizza place. It was a beautiful night. Harry kept your hand in his. You feel your phone go off and see that it’s Seth.

“Hey!”

“Hey, how was your day?”

“Good, my doll is home.” You look up at Harry and smile.

“Oh that’s great! He fuck you up when you got home?”

“A little bit yeah.” You chuckle.

“Oh good, I’m glad.” He laughs. “I watched that movie you suggested last night, and it was as funny as you said.”

“Right?! I still can’t believe you had never-“ You look up at Harry. “Hey, w’re about to get dinner…”

“Oh shit, yeah, um, enjoy! Talk later?”

“Sure! I’ll text you.”

“Cool, bye!”

“Bye!”

Harry looks down at you as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“You didn’t have to rush off the phone.”

“I know, I just, wanna be in the moment with you, that’s all. I can talk to him anytime.”

You and Harry get into the pizza place and seat yourselves. A waiter comes over to take your order. You each order a beer for a drink as well.

“So…when did you want this super fun double date to happen?”

“Harry.” You sigh. “I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” He runs a hand through his hair. “I just, like, what if this is all some elaborate scheme for him to steal you away from me. I mean, does he call you every day?”

“Not every day…but we’ve been talking more. Harry, he’s not interested in me, not like that. We never wanted a relationship with each other. It was strictly physical.”

“It could still be physical.”

“But I only want you.” You put your hand over his and squeeze it. “I only ever want you.”

“He’s a little similar to me, it freaks me out a bit. It’s like you have a type or somethin’.” You scoff and shake your head.

“Maybe on the outside you two have some things in common, but you’re two very different people, I can assure you.”

“And Isaac’s excited about him?”

“Very excited.” Harry sighs and takes a sip of his beer.

“Okay, after your birthday weekend, we can all go on a double date.”

“Really?” You beam at him.

“He seems important to you, and I’m tryin’ to be less jealous about the people in your life. I mean, my friend Sarah has been in my life for a long time and you didn’t get jealous once.”

“She’s with Mitch.”

“But still. You’re always so…secure.”

“Because I love you more than an anything Harry, you’re my everything.” He smiles at you.

“And you’re mine.”

[wendibird]

SPN 15X16 Observations

Alrighty folks! This week, both my TV AND internet were working! (Helped that this past week a repairperson came out and checked things out and turned out our cable box needed to be replaced because the one they’d given us was defective or something.) So, good part of that was that I was able to watch it on my actual TV! Bad news is, that meant I was left trying to take notes on my phone, which isn’t as easy for me as it is on my computer which my keyboard. But ah well. Here are my episode notes and post-watching break-down of what I thought about it. 

- getting "IT" vibes

- "IT" vibes still there

- Nyooooooom

- DEAN! YOU DIDN'T TELL HIM YOU BASTARD!!!

(FLASHBACK) - Dang Dean.... "this is our life" Even then he was trying to make Sam accept it. - Poor Sammy - That's a big gun for a little kid...

- Poor (other) kid!

(Commercial thoughts) So this is the second time this season that Cas had a conversation with Dean and then left and Dean lied to Sam about it. So Sam's in the dark still.

First time I think Dean just didn't want to admit his part in Cas leaving. This time, I have a feeling he doesn't want Sam to know what Cas (probably) said about Jack. Maybe thinks Sam will try to stop the plan. And Dean wants it to happen? Because at least this time it's not them making the sacrifice? *salty*

- Dean's pretty quick to call it. (That it's not their kind of thing.)

- Ring??

- He brought the ring back

- That woke her up

- NOW he (Dean) believes her...

(Commercial) Dean is closing down connections between him and the people he usually connects with. Like, it's harder to hold onto those. Like, he's willing to let Jack go (I think) And he was ready to write off Caitlin's brother.

Also tied up with his slef image. He thought he'd taken care of it back then. She prayed on his sense of duty and shame of failure.

Interesting that the knife wasn't really there.

Could it have killed him anyway?

- "We used to keep a lot of secrets from each other."

- I still hate how Dean gets lumped up as "Sam and Dean" as if his POV is the only one important. (Reference to what Billy told Jack to get him to agree. It was pitched as if his sacrifice to take out Chuck is the only way to earn both their forgiveness. But that's only true for Dean. Not Sam.)

- Dean knows Sam isn't going to like it. That's why he hasn't told him yet.

- BABA YAGA!!! (Wonder if there'll be any references to her hut on chicken legs.)

- *LOL* Poor bong girl.

- So, hallucinating or teleportation? (Apparently hallucination)

- Sammy to the rescue?

- Well, he got to help....

(Commercial) (Still disappointed that there was no mention of her hut on chicken legs or the fact that she rode around on a mortar and pestle. She felt more like an SPN interpretation of IT.)

- "You tell the truth more because you know that lies don't make anything better." (Is that an anvil I hear falling in the distance?) 

- Okay. That (Dean fessing-up to Sam) predictably went horribly, but I'm glad it did. I'm glad Sam had a freaking voice. And an opinion. And wouldn't let Dean talk him around. Because he's right. It was shitty to hide it from him. And the plan is shitty. He knows what it's like to be the guy who has to die to save the world. And he's right to have ethical questions.

- "You wouldn't have handled it." (Or however it was phrased is Dean's internal justification for why he's right and Sam isn't. And why it was okay to hide it from him.)

(Post-episode thoughts)

(And again, apologies if these aren't exactly coherent.)

I liked the Weechester parts. Gotta admit, it took me a bit to warm up to the new actors, but I think that's mostly because we had Colin Ford for a good long run, and Dylan Everett for a decent amount of time too. I kind of got used to them. But these two did a good job.

I felt the writing for their parts might have had a few continuity issues. This was supposed to be in 1993 right? (Have only watched through it once so far.) So Sam would have been 10-ish (depending on the time of year) and Dean would have been 14. (Probably safe to assume this wasn't intended to be early January.) And it took place sometime after the flashbacks from "Just My Imagination" but before "After School Special" or "Bad Boys" So I found it a bit odd that Sam already is being shown as not wanting to hunt. (When in "Just My Imagination" he wanted to join his Dad and Dean on the hunt. And in After School Special he was definitely not about hunting but he hadn't seemed to considered that he even had the option to try for anything else. So I found it odd that they had a 10-year-old already looking at books about going to college. I feel like maybe if this had taken place a few years later maybe that would have made more sense? Ah well, I still enjoyed it overall.

Now, about the MOTW, I was all giddy when they revealed it was the Baba Yaga. (When I was in band in college, we played a musical piece from "Pictures at an Exhibition" titled "The Hut of the Baba Yaga". And I hadn't heard of it before that so I did some research on it and found out it was basically the Russian folklore version of the Boogy Man. She lived in a hut that walked around on fowls' leggs, and she rode around on a mortar and pestle, and she was greatly feared. So, they got the "greatly feared" part right. But.... (just did some double-checking on the episode) OKAY! So, I take it back. They didn't make a HUGE deal of it, but the motel where it all happened was called the "Rooster's Sunrise". So yey! They did have a nod to the Hut on Fowl's Legs thing! And it's not anything close to a hut, but it does have wooden siding on the upper part of it. (Like, not painted wood, but wooden-wood. *LOL*) Still though, overall I was getting more of an "IT" vibe from it. (At least the old IT, with Tim Curry. I haven't seen the new one.)

I did think they did an overall good job with the creepiness factor. But in the end, it didn't feel like she had much of a personality. She was just kind of there to move the plot where it needed to go.

To me, I felt like most of the emotional weight of the episode was on the secret Dean was keeping from Sam. And you could tell that it was eating at him. But at the same time, he didn't want to go there. Because he knew Sam would react badly.

Before I get to that though, I want to touch on something I mentioned up in my notes, after the conversation Billy and Dean had. She said that she'd gotten Jack to agree to the plan by saying that the only way to earn their forgiveness was by dying to end Chuck's threat. (I know, in this episode she specifically said Dean. But in the last episode, when Jack was telling Cas about it, he'd said Sam and Dean. So either he's merged them together in his head, or Billy did when pitching it, or she just left an open implication and he took it.) Either way, there's still that idea floating around out there that Sam and Dean are a matched-set, and that what one wants, the other wants too. Despite the fact that that's not how it plays out. And despite the fact that Sam has pretty openly shown Jack that he's forgiven him, and cares about him, and that Jack doesn't need to "earn" his affection. So why is Dean the only one who matters here?

Maybe it's the writers lumping them both together when convenient? But the fight between Sam and Dean at the end of this episode shows that they're not on the same page as far as Jack is concerned, so the writers DO know. Does Billy see them as a single unit? Or is it the opposite? Has she been coming to Dean with her plans and talks because it's easier for her to manipulate him? Because Sam's the one who stops to ask things like "Does Amara deserve to die? Does Jack deserve to die? Is there another way to do this? (Should I maybe NOT lock myself into a coffin and then yeet myself into the ocean?)" She was pretty firm to Dean about "getting his house in order" because she wants the plan to go smoothly. Is that because she knows Sam could/would find a way to stop it if he's not on-board? I mean, old Death was very aware of how persistent Sam could be if he put his mind to something.

Anyway, forgive my ramblings. Most of my questions don't have answers yet, but sometimes it helps to get them actually written out.

As for the fight between the brothers at the end, I'm actually glad it happened. I get where Dean is coming from. He's focused on the goal (getting out from under Chuck's control) and especially since he and Sam aren't the sacrificial lambs this time around, he's willing to let Jack do what he needs to do in order to get the job done. Especially since Jack seems to be willing.

(Though I do have issues with the fact that Jack is willing because he thinks it's the ONLY way he can earn forgiveness. But, that is yet another parallel to Sam from S5, who not only knew and accepted that he was the only one who could stop Lucifer, but that it was all apparently his fault and he needed to atone. When in fact, he was just one of MANY who'd had a hand in the Apocalypse happening. And I'd say most of the blame for it fell on the angels and demons. Both Winchesters broke seals without knowing it. Sam thought he was outright preventing a seal from being broken. But regardless... I wonder if Sam sees this too, at least from the perspective of "I know what this feels like, and it sucks, and Jack doesn't deserve this, and there HAS to be some other way!" I guess my point is, emotional manipulation can be considered a form of coersion. Letting Jack believe that this is the only way to be forgiven, holding that forgiveness over his head... how much "free will" is actually going on here if that's why he's willing to go through with it?)

Sorry, tangents. I tend to live in them. *LOL* So yeah, while I don't agree with Dean's mindset, I do get why he feels the way he does. And I'm just glad that Sam wasn't written as "a little upset but willing to let it go." Down to his bones he knows this is wrong. And he let Dean know. And I'm also glad that he's asking the questions he's been asking. It's not a weakness as Dean kind of implied. (With the whole "you can't get the job done.") Sam isn't being wishy-washy. He just cares about what's right. Chuck or no Chuck, it still matters to him. And getting what you want "by any means"... well, he's been down that road himself. He knows how that can end. And plus, he cares about Jack. Like, genuinely cares about him, as a person. Not just what he can do for them. Not because he's powerful. But for who he is.

Also, I don't know if it was intentional, or just the way it came off to me, but I feel like... well, for a lot of this season to be honest, Dean's view of what and who is "vitally important" has severely shrunk down. To like, himself and Sam. I'm not saying he'll tell everyone to go hang. But I feel like maybe as a reaction to finding out how much of their lives were "set-up" he kind of withdrew emotionally. He's more willing to let go of other people they care about. The connections he forms don't feel as strong as they used to even a season or two ago. Like, in "The Gamblers", he felt a little sorry for the other people trapped there, but he was willing to get what they needed and get out of there. Sam was the one who insisted on trying to free them too.

And speaking of Sam, at the end of last season I felt like one of the reasons why he went along with Dean's plan (to lock Jack up) despite how he CLEARLY didn't like it, and everything about it felt wrong, was that at that point in time he severely doubted his own judgement. Because by that point, so many of his decisions which had been made with good intentions and with the best information he'd had at the time wound up blowing-up in his face. (i.e. Training the AU refugees into Hunters to help them with Dean/Michael and then after with just Hunting in general only to have most of them slaughtered by Michael. And him trying to give Nick a chance because he knew what it was like to be branded as evil for things that had been done to you. And he knew what it was like to be a vessel for Lucifer. And then when Nick went off the rails and they caught him that first time, they handed him over to Donna, because he was a human so they thought they'd let human justice deal with him. And then he escaped and hurt Donatello and was trying to free Lucifer, and Sam almost beat him to death but then stopped, because he didn't want to kill him in what he felt was cold blood. (Though I'd argue self-defense would've been valid.) After which Nick hit him repeatedly in the head with a rock and almost DID free Lucifer, which Jack stopped, but that lead to Mary's death and, and, and, the list goes on. So by the time they figured out (somewhat, I don't think they ever got the full story) what happened to Mary, I think Sam was feeling like he couldn't trust his own judgement, and so he let Dean lead. And that... didn't go well.

So I'm glad that he is starting to question again. He'd started to with Mrs. Butters but then everything seemed fine, but as they found out, he should have heeded his instincts and researched her more. And now this. At the end of last season when the idea of Jack dying/being killed came up he said he wasn't okay with it, and he did run to try to stop Dean, but I feel like there's more assertiveness behind it now. He's not saying "Please don't do this!" he's saying "This is NOT okay! I'm NOT going to accept this! No!"

So, in conclusion: Overall I liked the episode, though for me anyway, most of the emotional weight came from the secret Dean was keeping and then what happened when he finally told Sam. I did however like some of the little moments, like young!Dean's line about "We made a pretty good team." and it's callback to the Pilot episode.

I'm sorry this got a bit rambly. Again.

[ilovecrzybear]

NSFW Alphabet | Ash Williams

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)-

Ash would chuckle at how good the sex was and pull you in closer than ever. He made sure to always ask you his checklist- do you need some water? Do you want to eat? Do you want a joint? Then he would roll out of bed to grab whatever you requested and burger for himself. 

B= Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)-

He loved admiring your ass and thighs the most, but he loved some breast too. He was weak when you would wear anything body clinging. But he loved that his left hand became more ‘sensitive.’ He loved finger banging you until you begged for his cock.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)-

His favorite method was simply just filling you deep. His second favorite was just coming on your chest; the sight of you playing with yourself while he dripped on you was heaven in his mind.

D= Dirty secret-

He would stop what he was doing when he heard any slight moan come from you, even by complete accident. Your moans sent him to a primal side and for the rest of the evening he couldn’t shake the thoughts of just bending your over and giving you cock. PS. call him daddy and there’s no stopping him.

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)-

This isn’t his first rodeo, so he’s completely in his element. But you’re the first that made him feel as though he didn’t need to put on some persona in bed.

F= Favorite position-

He loves doggy, pinning/ fucking you against walls, and on special occasions car sex in the Delta.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous)-

Ash cracks his charismatic jokes to hear you giggle, just to range how comfortable you are. Sometimes he enjoyed torturing you with tickling, he just loved flirtatiously playing with you.

H= Hair (How well groomed are they)-

Ash would leave his downstairs alone, he liked being all natural. He also took pride in his chest and happy trail hair. 

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)-

“I think you’d still look this beautiful with nothing on baby doll,” Ash would say with his wink and smirk. His husky voice made you feel A LOT of things, especially when he would brush your hair from your neck and whisper. Ash never makes you feel anything other than his while lovemaking or any activity really. 

J= Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)-

Ash has a stash of pictures of your ass that you took as a Valentine present in your stockings/fishnet and of just your soft bare ass when he finds himself alone when you’re away. He would play some classic rock and flip through your photos until he found one that peaked him. His libido was higher than average for men his age so an occasional jerk could tide him over.

K= Kink (One or more of their kinks)-

He loved loud sex, he’s not a stranger to a noise complaints from people who were in the vicinity of the airstream. He craved the loudness of your moans and climax (if you do).

He was totally into talking dirty anytime of the day, he was a sucker when you started it first. If you were to say “Daddy I’ve been thinking of your cock all night,” after smoking a joint,  Ash would instantly feel his pants tenting.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do)-

The bed in the airstream was his private alter to worship your body, but the occasional sex in the Delta was nice too.

M= Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)-

Whenever you would bend over to pick or grab something. When you would look your best on dates because he knew how much of a mess he’ll make you look by the end of the night. When you would wear lavender perfumes. Something with the lavender scent would awaken a different part of him- he came up with the answer of, “It smells so peaceful that it’s a little sexual.”

N= No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)-

It’s a no for anything that would run a risk of hurting you. No slicing and dicing. No cock and ball torture. 

O= Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill)-

Ash likes receiving and giving back to you equally.

But he loves when he gets you to the edge and then makes you beg for his cock or when he just leaves you a withering mess. 

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)-

He tried being slower in the beginning but honestly he goes in between slower and rough, there’s no control, there is no pace. 

He was honest about his problem being useful in bed for about 30 secs but he tried to get you to or close to orgasm before he finished. And then there’s the times he would finished faster because of your clenching orgasms; he could never resist finishing when he accomplished his ultimate goal. 

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)-

Ash rarely asks for quickies but if he did it was because you were looking extra fine that night on a date. You guys have participated in at least two bathroom quickies.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks?)-

There were a few instances where you two were almost caught by Pablo, Kelly, and even Chet. But other than that, nothing really. He likes sticking to what works for you both. But if you came up with a new position he may be open to try it at least once. 

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last..)-

Ash was a definite one and done kinda guy. In his younger years he could reach round two no problem. He is a bit disappointed in how fast he finishes but he wants to learn to control it.

T= Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)-

Ash never really saw a reason why to get toys until he met you. He could sit there for forever watching you play with yourself with the purple dildo he had bought for your birthday. He especially likes your panty vibrator; he took pleasure in using the remote to tease you when you wore it in public.

U= Unfair (How much they like to tease)-

He only really teases and edges you when you’ve been ‘naughty’ that day. Extra spankings were also a ‘punishment’. 

You then would get your revenge while riding him painfully slow, edging him multiple times.

V= Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)-

Ash grunted and groaned loudly. You would match his grunts with howls of pleasure and moans.

W= Wild Card (Random headcanons)-

He thinks it’s incredibly sexy seeing you handle yourself in a fight. Ash loves it when you compliment his abilities and badassery.  And the way you would cuddle up to him before bed, rubbing your fingers through his chest hair. To him you felt so soft and he just wanted to always be there to take care of you, to protect you from evil.

X= X-Ray (What’s going on down there?)-

Ash was well endowed and he had confidence in his 8 in. cock. 

He was also quite thick, cock size and body. You talked him into not wear his girdle anymore, giving him a bit of body confidence. 

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)-

Ash’s libido never changed as he aged, it may have even heightened. He was in tune with your cycles so he knew when you were craving it more than usual. And daddy will most definitely take care of you. You’re always on Ash’s mind, and no it’s not all sexual. Sometimes he would be out with Chet and Pablo when he felt a silly grin grow because he had thought of a silly moment with you the day before. You were really his first bit of sunshine. 

Z= ZZZ… (How quickly do they fall asleep)-

Usually after sex Ash would grab a bong/joint smoke it, then make food for both of you, and after he’s done with eating away his munchies he’d pass out. 

[justatiredghost]

Living for the Moment Chapter 3

A series of glimpses at Klaus’ life if he’d met Dave in his mid 20s. His life isn’t magically transformed, love can’t fix either of them when they’re both homeless and in a bad place. They’re not even really ready for a relationship yet. But maybe a supportive friendship can set them on a better path, the two of them inspiring each other to take care of themselves. It’s going to be a long and bumpy ride, and the question is, when will they actually admit to themselves that they have feelings for each other?   

It was only by a few minutes, but Dave was still technically late which was enough to make Klaus wonder if he was being stood up after all. He’d deserve it, of course, but Dave hadn’t really seemed the type to ask him out only to get a little revenge. Especially after he spent what little cash he had to buy him coffee. It never hurt to be prepared so Klaus was going over his options in case he didn’t show when Dave slipped out of the crowd and dropped into the chair next to him, breathing heavily like he’d run all the way there. 

“I am so sorry I’m late,” he said, running his hand through missed curls.

Klaus was about to make some sort of joke, but he couldn’t help but notice the way he was carrying himself, favoring his left side even as he sat down. With his hand raised to mess with his hair, Klaus spotted the scratches and the horrible purpling bruise along the side of his hand, going up his wrist and only getting bigger as it disappeared under his sleeve.

“Oh shit, are you hurt?” Klaus said, impulsively reaching out to take his hand and tug his sleeve down. 

“It’s fine, it’s not that bad,” Dave said, quickly pulling his hand away, tugging the sleeve back down as if he was embarrassed about it. 

“Getting into fights, are we?” Klaus asked and he suddenly had the impulse to offer to help. He knew how to fight, of course he did, he’d trained to all through his childhood, but he hated it. Now, he did everything he could to avoid it. He rarely lifted a hand to defend himself, but he was willing to for someone like Dave. 

“No, no, nothing like that,” Dave said quickly, looking even more embarrassed. “I just messed up at work. I just got clumsy, knocked into a stack of bricks on a crane. It was stupid, but at least no one else was around to get hurt.” 

“You sure you’re okay? Maybe you should, I dunno, be resting or something,” Klaus said. It was a bit hypocritical of him of all people to be offering health advice, but he had to ask. Just because he himself was a wreck didn’t mean he wanted to encourage it in anyone else. 

“Nah,” Dave said with a heavy sigh. “Lost my job, but I’ll be fine otherwise.”

“Well, shit,” Klaus said. “I guess we’ll just have to go hard tonight, won’t we?”

“I like the sound of that,” Dave said, sitting up a bit straighter. 

“Hey, want to get out of here? I happen to know a bunch of college students throwing a rager right now. Should be a good time.”

“Let’s do it,” Dave said and, honestly, his excitement was adorable.

-

They were both clearly in their element here, laughing and joking with the other partygoers and just generally having a good time. The booze was flowing, drugs exchanged hands, and a bong was even being passed around and, really, it was just the perfect evening. 

Usually, Klaus would be all over the place, talking or dancing with anyone interested regardless of who he actually came with. But Dave was just so much fun, even if he hadn’t come with him he’d want to be around just to see what happened next. He wasn’t as loud and outgoing as Klaus, his humor was more subdued, knowing exactly what to say with perfect timing, so the two of them played off each other so well. And it certainly helped that Dave always gave him his complete attention and never once rolled his eyes at his antics. All in all, he couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed himself this much. 

But Dave was hitting it almost as hard as Klaus did when he didn’t particularly want to remember the night, which was impressive. Klaus wasn’t all that surprised when he slumped against him, completely wasted. Usually Klaus wouldn’t really consider it any of his business, but he did feel somewhat responsible for dragging him here in the first place, so he figured he should really do something. What was the world coming to if Klaus of all people had to step up and be the voice of reason? 

“Come on, I think you’ve had enough,” he said, tugging gently on his sleeve.

“Noooo,” he complained “But I was having fuuuun.”

“Then next time go a little easier, you might last longer.”

“I’m not usually this much of a lightweight,” he slurred. “Just been a while. 

“Oh don’t worry, you’re not,” Klaus laughed. “You were putting them away like a champ. Now, come with me and we’ll find you somewhere to sleep it off.”

“Oh, you’re coming too?” Dave said, visibly perking up. “Okay.”

“Well, that was easy,” Klaus said. He helped Dave to his feet and he fell against him, faces only inches apart. 

“Hi, handsome. Or do you prefer to be called pretty, too?”

“No one told me you were smooth as fuck when high,” Klaus chuckled. “But I’ll take any compliments you’re willing to give. Maybe even a few insults too.”

“I would never insult you,” Dave said, clearly horrified at the mere suggestion.

“Come on, let’s go,” Klaus shook his head, still smiling.

“Wow,” Dave said, realizing just how unsteady he was when he tried to follow his lead. “Last time I was this wasted, I somehow managed to get myself tangled in a swing set.”

“Well, this I gotta hear.”

“Promise you won't think less of me?” Dave asked with a laugh.

“Are you kidding?” Klaus said. “That story sounds downright wholesome compared to half of mine.”

“You haven’t even heard it yet,” Dave said.

“We’ll do a trade,” Klaus said. “You first.” 

-

Thankfully it didn’t take them long to find an empty bedroom, just long enough for Klaus to finish one of his stories. Dave was leaning against him even more heavily as they shuffled inside, closing the door behind them. He was laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes and Klaus was all too aware of his breath on his neck. When they reached the bed, Dave dropped down and sprawled out, trying to catch his breath, and Klaus sat next to him, glancing at the door as he considered his options.

“You goin’?” Dave asked and it was clear he was trying to hide his disappointment.

Klaus thought about all the people downstairs, once again dwelling on the potential of the evening, all the fun that could be had and the highs that could be obtained so he could stay just that little bit ahead of the ghosts. And then he looked back down at Dave, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, looking so sweet and hopeful. And he realized he would rather be here. Even if that did mean his evening ended here. At least he’d already had a pretty good time. And there were enough drugs in his system to last the night, and maybe he could swipe some more in the morning on his way out. 

“Nah, I can hang out for a bit,” Klaus said, leaning against the headboard and swinging his legs up onto the bed, trying to appear casual, like it was no big deal. Dave looked much too happy as he got comfortable next to him, curling up a little. 

He knew there would be no drunken escapades despite his original plans for the evening, not when Dave was so out of it. And he didn’t want to leave him alone in a place like this. If it had just been Klaus, he wouldn’t have minded either way. He was often high out of his mind or unconscious in back rooms, it didn’t bother him. Couldn’t get taken advantage of if he’s up for anything. But he didn’t know Dave’s boundaries and he wasn’t about to step over them.

Besides, Dave hadn’t made any sort of move all night that would indicate he was interested in anything more. Even drunk, all he’d done was compliment him, and earlier he put his arm around his shoulders, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Even now, he wasn’t exactly cuddling up against him. Klaus was used to people who couldn’t keep their hands off him, especially when drunk. Maybe Dave just liked his company, which he supposed was fine enough. He liked hanging out with Dave, too, and it would be easier without all the baggage involved once you start sleeping with someone. Why did everyone have to make it so complicated?

“I lied,” Dave said suddenly, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Well, misled, but it makes me feel just as bad.”

“Look, whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait until you come down a bit more,” Klaus said. Lies were practically nothing. Everyone lied. “You might regret it in the morning.”

“Nah,” Dave waved him off. “Been wanting to say all night. This was all my fault.” He raised his hand, tugging down his sleeve slightly to examine the injury. It looked worse than he thought, but at least the worst of it appeared to be bandaged properly. “It’s stupid. The jackhammer never bothered me before, I’m around it all the time. But it took me by surprise, I guess, and suddenly I was back in a foxhole under fire.”

“Ah,” Klaus said, piecing it together. “Military man, huh?”

“Worst fucking decision of my life,” Dave sighed, letting his arm drop to his side again. “But I had to get away from home. I thought I’d be better off. Obviously that turned out fuckin great.” He gestured to himself. 

“I’m pretty sure they can’t technically fire you for having a flashback or a panic attack or whatever,” Klaus said, but he knew it was rarely that simple.

“All they know is I messed up and could have hurt or killed someone. I’m just lucky I was the only one nearby.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know. I’m just so tired.”

“I know,” Klaus said because he definitely understood the feeling. “Go to sleep, maybe things will look better in the morning.”

It was a lie, one Klaus told himself often. But he hoped it would be true, for Dave at least. 

[jeontaeh]

〚THIRTY〛

Jungkook woke up under bedsheets, a pounding feeling in his head, and dryness in his eyes. He licked his chapped lips and looked around- and then gasped when he saw familiar grey hair beside him.

Taehyung was sleeping on the same bed, shirtless. Jungkook's eyes widened. Oh god, did something happen last night?

Jungkook sat up and tried to remember instances from the night before- but it all seemed like a blur. Nothing fit, everything was too misfit to be conjoined. But what he found- what he found were bruises on the sides of his hips.

He gulped. He got up from the bed, even though it strained to do so. He quickly put his boxers on and then saw his jeans and sweater in different parts of Taehyung's hotel room. Jungkook looked at Taehyung who was still sleeping, and his eyebrows frowned when he saw a weed bong on the table.

Jungkook got dressed rather quickly and then bent down to put on his shoes- but jolted when he felt a sharp pain in his lower backside.

Suddenly Jungkook remember. He remembered bits from the night before.

He remembered how drunk he was, how stupidly drunk he was- all because he thought Jimin ditched him and because he heard Eka talking about what a great boyfriend Taehyung was. He let that stupidity go to his head and got himself crazily drunk, and-

Wait, Jungkook remembered. Taehyung was never drunk, was he? No no- now Jungkook remembers what the strange fragrance in the room was. Taehyung must've smoked a lot the night before- but he wasn't drunk, no.

So he wasn't drunk, but Jungkook was? And both were in the bed together, naked, and-

Jungkook put his hand over his mouth and rushed into the washroom, flipped up the toilet seat cover and threw up into the toilet.

He breathed heavily after lurching, and then flushed it and got up quickly, washing his mouth. "Oh- you got up before me," A raspy deep morning voice came, and Jungkook looked into the mirror in front of him and saw Taehyung leaning against the doorframe, shirtless and wearing sweatpants.

Jungkook gulped and turned around, brushing past Taehyung and get out of here. "Let me guess," Taehyung snickered, and then looked at him. "You're mad at me?"

"Am I not supposed to be?" Jungkook snapped, looking at Taehyung, who rose his eyebrow. "I was drunk as fuck last night, V. I don't remember a single thing!" Jungkook shouted.

"Yeah, I bet you don't," Taehyung said, and Jungkook frowned.

"What's wrong with you? What the actual fuck is wrong with you?? Knowing I was drunk off my ass you still-" Jungkook began, and then took a step away from him. "Taehyung I don't know what you did- but I trusted you. I-I thought- I thought I trusted you but-"

"Jungkook-" Taehyung began, taking a step towards him. His eyes were bigger. "Listen, w-what I did last night- I was high as fuck-"

"That's not a fucking excuse!" Jungkook snapped, opening the door of the hotel room. Taehyung grabbed his arm.

"Okay, woah, why are you getting so angry? After what you told me last night?? About some plan you had of hurting me?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook gulped. "I mean- I just- I got really angry and-"

"So you decided to take advantage of me?" Jungkook said, and Taehyung frowned.

"What? Jungkook no, I-" Taehyung began, but Jungkook pushed him away quite roughly, making him stumble back and follow onto the floor.

"Don't ever touch me again, you fucking asshole!" Jungkook shouted, and then rushed out of his hotel room, and turned around and instantly met with Eka.

Jungkook's eyes widened, and Eka's did too. "Jungkook-" She began, but Jungkook turned away and rushed off, brimmed with anxiety.

Eka looked into the hotel room, where Taehyung was on the floor. She walked in, closing the door behind him. There was a bit of a silence.

Taehyung looked up at Eka and then gruffed. "That was you last night, wasn't it? Outside my room?" Taehyung asked in a mumble.

Eka snickered. "Of course it was."

Taehyung gulped. "D-did-" Taehyung began. "Did you see what happe-"

"All of it, V," Eka said, and Taehyung tensed. "Or whatever parts were important."

Taehyung got up from the floor and looked at her. "Eka-" He started, and then looked down. "Don't tell anyone- you know it'll ruin everything for me. It could get me kicked off the football team-"

"Will get you kicked off the football team, V." Eka snapped. She pointed her thumb towards the door. "You saw what that Captain dude from the other team was doing last night. He thought no one saw him! And today I heard his teammates discussing kicking him out,"

Taehyung gulped. There was a small pause, and then Eka turned around. "Plus it was disgusting, frankly. It was weirder, y'know V- because he was drunk," Eka said, and Taehyung tensed.

"I know. I know it's weird and disgusting- but I didn't know you were there," Taehyung said. "Eka seriously- don't be one of those people that goes and spreads this shit around just because I broke up with you-"

"As if I want to get back together with you!" Eks snapped, and then snickered, looking at him, dark hair falling down her shoulders. "You know what- since last night basically confirmed everything for me, I'll say it. I slept with the goalkeeper from the Seoul team two nights ago and you're a fucking faggot!" Eka snarked, and turned around to walk out of the hotel room, slamming the door shut.

Taehyung's muscles tensed, fists balling up. He took a deep breath. No, no I'm not, Taehyung thought, tried, begged himself. He sat down on his bed, covering his face with his hands. God fucking damnit, his mother would be so disappointed.

Taehyung grabbed his wallet and opened it to take out the small picture he kept of his mother. He took it out and felt tears graze his eyes, felt the warm salty tears slowly leave his eyes. He wanted to say- he wanted to say sorry. But he couldn't bear to look at her face, knowing the mortification she'd receive if she was alive.

So he put the picture away and sighed to himself. Don't cry, he thought. He remembered his father's harsh voice. Men don't cry.

///

"Everyone sit on the assigned train seats- and don't move around too much. Remember there are other passengers aboard, let's not try to disturb them too much," The Coach said, and everyone- the football players and cheerleaders, all nodded. They were on their way back to the school.

Everyone was either hungover as fuck or simply tired from the exhausting trip. They were more than glad their efforts had got them to win. The cheerleaders won the cheerleading competition too, so that was great. Eka was the captain, but everyone knew it was Seulgi and Momo who did 99% of the word.

Jungkook sat with Jimin with his head on the boy's shoulder. Jimin looked down sadly. "I-I'm really sorry for leaving the party last night. I saw you hanging out with Bambam and stuff so I didn't think-" Jimin began. He paused and then sighed. "I shouldn't have left. I-I'm so sorry, Kookie."

"It's okay," Jungkook said. "You had fun with Rose though, right?"

Jimin smiled a little, but still looked weary, not in the mood to smile. "Kook, are you sure you're right about this V thing? I mean- maybe you were just imagining stuff." Jimin said, and Jungkook looked at him. "I'm not trying to say undermine your words- I just- I can't believe V would do such a thing. Taking advantage of you when you're drunk? I mean, we know he's a scumbag, but he's not that bad, right?"

Jungkook looked unsure, and Jimin bit his bottom lip. "I mean- Yoongi told me he saw the Captain from the Ilsan team getting kind of close to you and touching you in the corner of the room- and V punched him in the face and then picked you up and left. The guy broke his nose. He had to be taken to ER." Jimin said, and Jungkook's eyes widened.

"What? R-really? I didn't know that happened..." Jungkook trailed. "But still. These kind of boys who become Captains and stuff.. they think they have power over you and do things because they know they'll never get backlash for it." Jungkook mumbled. "It sucks."

"I know. Rose was telling me how she and her friends never go to big parties because all the boys get really drunk and touchy." Jimin said, and then frowned. "I'm- I'm really sorry about what happened, Kookie. We should tell the Coach. Or- or the principal. Or just all gang up on him and beat him up."

Jungkook snickered. He looked out the window. "Yeah. Sounds fun."

"Aw, you guys look like a couple of boyfriends," Jaebum taunted to the two of them, and Jimin frowned- but Jungkook just sighed. He couldn't take it. Couldn't take the constant homophobic bullshit.

Jungkook got up from his seat and walked past Jaebum. Jaebum looked at him, raising his eyebrow. "Jeez, no need to get so sensitive."

"It's not you," Jungkook snapped. "I just need to tell the Coach something," Jungkook mumbled, and began walking towards the train carriage with the teachers.

Jungkook suddenly heard footsteps come up to him. "Jungkook no!" He heard, and started walking faster, but then felt someone grab his arm- so he turned around. It was Eka.

She looked almost a little fearful, breathing heavily. "Look- don't tell the Coach anything," Eka said, and Jungkook frowned.

"What? You don't know what this is about-" Jungkook began, and Eka looked at him sharply.

"I do. I was there last night." Eka said, and Jungkook frowned. "I-I-" Eka began and then sighed. "I know how to lockpick. And I thought V was cheating on me, so I tried lockpicking into his hotel room."

Jungkook gulped, and Eka looked at him. "I think we should talk. Let's sit down." Eka said, and Jungkook looked hesitant, but then saw Eka sit down on an empty seat, pointing towards the seat beside her. No one else was in this carriage, so Jungkook sat down beside her.

"I don't think you remember last night clearly," Eka said, and then began explaining to him what really happened.

///

Eka took the hairpin from her hair and stuck it into the metal lock. She twisted it around and then pushed it open ever so slightly, and grinned when the door opened. She looked in, and her eyes widened when she saw Taehyung.

Eka's eyes turned into dark slits. She knew it. She knew he was cheating on her! All this time... there had to have been someone else. Eka looked. It was some short haired bitch-

But then Eka gasped. It wasn't a short haired bitch! It was Jungkook!

Eka peered from inside the door and then saw Jungkook mumbled something. She saw Jungkook roll onto the bed and then saw Taehyung stand by the bed, looking a little distraught, a little confused.

"I-I thought you- um-" Taehyung began speaking- and holy shit, Eka hadn't seen him stutter, like ever. "Thought you did that b-because you wanted us to be fuckbuddies again?"

Fuckbuddies??? Oh my god, WHAT?? They were- They were fuckbuddies??? What?!

"No," Jungkook giggled, looking at Taehyung with his big eyes. "Only wanted to hurt you~" Jungkook slurred, and then giggled again. She saw Taehyung helplessly open his mouth, but no words came out.

He looked so vulnerable, so weak, so unlike himself. She saw as Jungkook took off all of his clothes and threw them all over the place, whining. Eka was a little grossed out, but then saw Taehyung pick up the pipe and climb onto the bed right beside him.

"You were so easyyy, Taehyungie~" Jungkook slurred, and Eka realized that must've been V's real name. "Looked so- so pathetic, wanting to fuck me,"

Eka gulped. Wanting to fuck him? Jeez, was V gay for Jungkook?

She saw Taehyung trace his hand down his hip gently as he looked at Jungkook. "And tell me this," Taehyung said, voice raspy because of the weed. "You're really drunk, right? You won't remember a singly thing tomorrow, right?" Taehyung said, sounding angry.

Jungkook mumbled something about how he was doing to pass out soon. Taehyung only nodded and mumbled "Good."

"I-I can't move," Jungkook said in a weak voice. Taehyung looked at him, eyes solemn.

"Ssh, baby," Taehyung whispered, putting his hand on Jungkook's thigh. "It's alright." He'd continued, and then Jungkook closed his eyes for a little.

Taehyung leaned down and pressed a chaste, lingering kiss onto Jungkook's forehead- and fuck, he looked sad. Really sad. Jungkook looked up at him as Taehyung's hand went to his hip. "A-are you going to fuck me now?" Jungkook asked in a squeaky voice.

"Ah, Jungkook." Taehyung chuckled, voice rough. "You know I can't resist you." He whispered, pinching Jungkook's hip. Jungkook gulped and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Eka looked, forgetting that they might see her. She saw as Taehyung looked at him for a little longer and then lay down on the bed beside him, looking at him like he was the prettiest thing on the planet.

"You know I wouldn't be able to say no to you-" Taehyung said sadly, a little chuckle leaving his lips. He grabbed Jungkook's hand, taking another hit of the weed. "Wouldn't be able to stay away from your dumb big eyes and stupid-" Taehyung began, gulping down, voice slightly wavery. "Stupid bunny like self."

He was high, Eka thought.

"That's why you wanted to hurt me, wasn't it? God, I'm so annoying. I really did fall for your every move. Over a stupid Instagram picture, too." Taehyung mumbled to himself.

I knew it, Eka thought.

Taehyung sat up, and now Eka wondered if he was talking to himself, or if Jungkook was awake. "I could've killed that guy from the party. How dare he fucking- he even think about hurting you like that??" Taehyung snapped, and Eka saw Jungkook reach his nimble fingers out to touch Taehyung's arm.

"Y-you-" Jungkook's voice started, and Eka realized he hadn't passed out. "You s-scared me just now, T-Taehyungie." Jungkook squeaked, and Eka saw him cover his face with his hands. "T-thought you were going to be meanie to me."

Taehyung looked at him. Eka saw Taehyung get up from the bed, put the bong on the table, and then help Jungkook sit up on the bed. Jungkook's hair was all over the place, and his eyes were glittery. Taehyung kissed his cheek.

"Of course not, baby," Taehyung whispered, looking into his eyes. "I-I know you wanted to hurt me- but I would never hurt you- not like that. Never like that." Taehyung said softly, and Jungkook looked at him with his big eyes.

"B-but you-" Jungkook began, pointing at his nose. "You were t-touching me very rough." Jungkook mumbled with a little pout, looking down sadly.

Taehyung's breath hitched. "I-I don't realize sometimes," Taehyung said. "Don't realize how rough I can be with you. S-sometimes when I think of you-you and your- and your smile, and your eyes, and your stupid way of always looking so fucking cute I-" Taehyung began, and then smiled a little. "I get so o-overwhelmed I end up hurting you,"

Jungkook put his hands on Taehyung's cheeks, squishing them. "You don't like mee~" Jungkook said, shaking his head. "Noo, TaeTaehyungie- you're just mean mean mean. You only like girls and-" Jungkook began. "And Eka. You loveeee her, don't you?" Jungkook asked, leaning in until their noses touched, Jungkook's eyes big.

Taehyung smiled a little. "As much as you love Jaebum."

Jungkook burst into giggles, falling onto the bed. "B-but I hate him!"

"Exactly," Taehyung said, getting up from the bed. Eka frowned from outside. Bitch.

She saw Taehyung pick up Jungkook's sweater which was on the floor. She didn't know why she was still watching, it was just... weird. Taehyung was acting like a different person altogether. Like Ed Sheeran had taken over his body or something. He was never this lovey-dovey!

"Baby you should wear your sweater, you'll get cold," Taehyung said, and Eka grimaced. Baby??

"No T-Tae," Jungkook said, shaking his head. "I hate!!! Clothes." Jungkook growled, and picked up his sweater and chucked it across the room, and then giggled when Taehyung frowned.

"You know, for someone who just told me you purposely wanted to break my heart," Taehyung said, and then kneeled down to look at Jungkook. "You sure are being really cute right now."

"I'm not cute." Jungkook said with a frown. "Bitch, I'm adorable."

"Okay," Taehyung sighed, and then lay Jungkook down on the bed and grabbed the blanket and pulled it over him, tucking the boy in. Taehyung grabbed the bong and took another few hits. He smiled at Jungkook. "You're the cutest boy in the whole world," Taehyung said.

Jungkook giggled. "You're acting weird, Taehyungie~"

"Yeah, I'm high as hell," Taehyung mumbled, and then kissed Jungkook's forehead. "Go to sleep, babyboy."

"Okayyy. Tell Jimin..." Jungkook mumbled, closing his eyes and getting all comfortable. "T-to tell me tomorrow... " Jungkook yawned cutely, scrunching his nose. "To-to be mean and distant to you on the train..." Jungkook mumbled, falling into sleep. "....so you get sad.." Jungkook trailed, words mixing together. "...and I get revenge...." Jungkook dozed off in the end, and then fell asleep.

Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds and then leaned over him, kneeling over the side of the bed. Taehyung gulped and grabbed his chin. The boy was asleep, but Taehyung pressed a soft, quick, lingering kiss to his lips.

Eka gulped. She saw everything that happened, had all the proof she needed, and then ran off.

Taehyung climbed onto the bed, watched videos of bunnies eating cabbage for an hour while crying and then went to sleep.

///

"W-what?" Jungkook stammered, and Eka hummed, leaning against the train window. "Wait... if you went away, then how do you know he watched videos of bunnies eating cabbage while crying?"

"I don't know I made that part up. But he didn't... take advantage of you, Jungkook." Eka said, and Jungkook looked away. "He's slept with all of my best friends and almost every girl on the cheerleading squad. Every one of them has told me he doesn't do anything until he has the girl's full consent and stuff. He's an asshole at times, but he's a decent human person, at least." Eka said.

Jungkook gulped. "I don't know, Eka. How do I know you didn't make all that up to save his ass?"

"He's been cheating on me and fucking a guy from the football team, what the hell makes you think I'll do anything to save his ass?" Eka snapped, and Jungkook rose his eyebrow as if saying you just did.

Eka sighed. She looked outside. "Well, I didn't want you thinking he did something so heinous to you. I know you hate me, and that's understandable, but you can trust me on this one." Eka said, sounding more serious than Jungkook had ever heard her.

Jungkook looked at her. "Thank you," Jungkook said. "A-and I'm sorry. For- for fucking your boyfriend."

"Eh, it's fine," Eka said, looking out the window. "I fucked yours too, so it's cool."

Jungkook laughed. "V's not my boyfriend."

"I'm not talking about V," Eka said, and then looked at Jungkook. "I mean your other one. Y'know," Eka said, and then nodded. "Jimin."

"What?!" Jungkook shouted, and Eka frowned. "Jimin didn't tell you? Yeah, we slept together some time ago."

"What?! What?! What?!" Jungkook snapped repeatedly, this information not registering in his brain. "Wait- what?! When?"

"I don't know..." Eka mumbled, thinking about it. "Like, two months ago,"

"That's not even that long ago!" Jungkook gasped, eyes wide. Eka rolled her eyes. "God, you're so gay."

Jungkook frowned. "Why're you so homophobic? All offense. Sometimes I feel like you're just a simple teenager looking for attention like the rest of us, but you completely ruin it by being so rude. I mean, yeah, I'm gay- that shouldn't give you the right to treat me like shit."

Eka sighed. "Sorry. I guess." Eka mumbled, looking at him. "My parents are really traditional and stuff. I've been brought up thinking it's weird." Eka said, and then took a deep breath. "I guess- I-I'll try being less homophobic," Eka said, and then looked at Jungkook. "But I still don't like you."

"That's fine. I don't like you either." Jungkook said. "But thanks for telling me. If you didn't, V probably would've been kicked off the football team."

"I get it. I mean, when he joined in the 7th grade he was so lame. All he did was talk about football and how he wanted to be on the Seoul team. I made fun of him back then. He started changing slowly, became a real fuckboy when 8th grade started. Cold, distant, mean. Every girl's dream." Eka said sarcastically, and Jungkook giggled.

"Football's his entire life. I mean, I've only ever seen him so passionate about two things. Maybe you don't see it, but while cheerleading, you can see how intensely he feels about the game." Eka said, and Jungkook hummed and then tilted his head.

"Two things? What else have you seen him so passionate about?" Jungkook asked, and Eka looked at him, and for the first time, he saw a slightly soft smile.

"My ass."

"What!"

"I'm kidding." Eka snickered. "You. I saw the way he was talking to you last night. That definitely wasn't just the weed. I mean, he was so fucking gay. If he was two years younger, I would've beaten his ass up." Eka joked, and Jungkook frowned. She huffed. "Sorry."

Jungkook looked down, biting his bottom lip. He was passionate about Jungkook? Maybe there were feelings in there somewhere.

Jungkook got up from his seat. "Nice talk," Jungkook said, and then looked at her. "But Eka- please don't tell anyone about V. Please. Very few people know and- and it'll break him if everyone finds out."

"Fine... guess I'll delete the pictures I took," Eka said in a joking manner. Jungkook frowned. "What pictures?"

Eka snickered. "I'm kidding. By the way, who else knows?"

"Um... well, Jimin. Obviously. Yugyeom, a little bit. Youngjae..."

"Fucking Youngjae knows?? Wow, what the hell. That's why V punched him, huh? That was hilarious." Eka laughed, and Jungkook shook his head.

"Wow, we'll never be friends. That's oddly comforting. Okay, bye. I need to have a strict talk with V.... and Jimin." Jungkook said firmly and then walked towards his train carrier.

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[bygosscarmine]

W: Worlds Apart - Volume 3: Worlds Aligned

Kang Chul X Oh Yeon Joo - Fix-It Fic (T)

Read from beginning or find previous chapters here: Stories

MK is rightfully annoyed that Yeon Joo is making a dramatic exit from her job again without talking to her. But that’s not really what Yeon Joo needs to talk out at this point...

Chapter 101 - Cross-Examination As Therapy  (1245 words)

Yeon Joo had gotten a text from MK while at lunch saying, I hear you're trying to reassign all your patients. We will be having drinks later. Find some place that has juice or tea whenever you're done for the day. This is a mandatory appointment.

She'd just replied a simple yes, and a place, with a tentative time for her day to end. With the extra bookwork she was doing, she anticipating it being pretty late.

When she got back to the office, Seok Bum was malingering in their office. "You know I prefer to not work, but since you put it so nicely, I've made room to see the two COPD cases."

"Thanks," said Yeon Joo, with true gratitude. "Grandma's kimchi will be in your fridge as soon as I make it back out there. Or my mother goes to check on her."

"Am I the most easily bribed of all your co-workers or what," said Seok Bum, self-satisfied.

"You are the only one I had to bribe," she said severely. "The rest are helping me out from a sense of loyalty and pride in their work."

Seok Bum just shrugged. After a moment he asked, "You're doing this because your dad's taken another turn. How's your friend, the assistant, doing?"

"Uh, he's alright. He worries, but he hasn't been that upset. One of my friends is staying at his apartment while in Seoul, so he's also got some company."

"Oh, good," said Seok Bum, sounding almost-imperceptibly disappointed.

"I have a feeling that after today's publisher meetings he could stand to have a few drinks, though. Should I ask him to swing by tonight? He's dropping my friend off with me."

"Oh, I don't know..." Seok Bum looked a little startled. Uneasy?

"I mean, I think Soo Bong needs some more friends. Since he's working solo without my dad right now he's missing a lot of social interaction he probably doesn't realize he needs."

"OK. I'll ask when he comes by. Yeah."

Yeon Joo wasn't particularly sure how wise it was to encourage a friendship between her most nervous friend and her most Machiavellian friend. Sometimes life was only worth living if you took some risks, though.

She sent a few more texts around and got back to trying to escalate appointments or place all her clients elsewhere before the end of the week. She was almost making it work.

Chul had gone with Soo Bong on a scouting trip to get references for a few places they might need access to in W, and she set it up for them to come by the hospital when Seok Beom got off. She'd thought she'd work late on the medication adjustment needed by one of her long-term patients, to document it for someone else doing their care, but some of the successful placements meant she was going to have time in the morning to do it. She messaged MK, "I'll be done here at 8pm."

A part of her was reluctant to admit things were proceeding so quickly and well. But at the end of the week she'd either be ready to go or know she was never going to be ready. Either way, she would have to deal with it. And that included hearing whatever it was MK had to say.

MK was looking particularly grizzled today, though Yeon Joo thought it was mostly that she'd mysterious put makeup on, when she didn't usually, and hadn't freshened it so now only the bright lip color remained. It didn't look bad, necessarily, but it highlighted the wear on the rest of her face.

"You've been making major plans without letting me know anything about them. I feel a bit betrayed."

"I wasn't keeping it from you, I was just forgetting that if I got busy making everything happen, the gossip would travel faster than I could finish my to-do list. And you were high on the list, I just was trying to make the best of business hours today."

"Fine." MK made a slashing motion with her hand to cut that topic down. "What's happening? Why are you doing this?"

"I can't balance the care my dad needs right now with practicing, not the way I've been trying to. I hope it's very temporary, but trying to do both has meant problems on each side."

It felt so natural to discuss her father's health, now, when she really meant the whole of Chul and W and everything. Even more when it was to someone who understood her father's mental health was involved.

It didn't feel like a lie, though it was omitting so much.

"Is it working out?"

"Yes. I mean, the part where I'm shifting my clients to others is working out. I don't know how it's going to work in the long run, taking a second leave of absence right after getting back, but there's not really much else I can do."

"I'd like to say, you're talented and so of course you'll have a place to come back to! But I'm not that naive. Sorry."

After a moment, MK said, "And does your pretty boy factor into all this some way?"

"Just in things I have to worry about, not my workload."

MK gave her a hard look.

"What?"

"I'm not entitled to any of this information, you know."

"Yes, I know."

"But sometimes I want to ask questions, because I'm a nosy old woman."

"Sure. That's fair."

MK looked at her a moment longer, then shrugged and asked, "How's Mad Park taking it?"

"I had to get his permission on all the paperwork, of course. He looked very grave and did not yell at me, which made me very concerned."

"Well, you have the care and keeping of his golden goose right now," MK said wryly. "I don't follow the comic myself, but he's been incessant about it. Did you dad write you into it as an apology for something? Because that was my theory, and he looked hurt. I wasn't sure if it was because he couldn't fathom your father having anything to apologize to you about, or because I'd had a really good idea that he didn't think of first."

"No, it wasn't an apology. It was more complicated than that."

MK tilted her head. "Hey, doesn't that guy you're with kinda resemble..."

"Another reason I think Supervisor Park doesn't know what to say to me." Yeon Joo smiled in spite of herself.

MK took a sip that somehow telegraphed smugness.

"I'm starting to be attracted to him again," Yeon Joo blurted out.

"Ah."

"He's forgotten a large amount of what happened between us, but he didn't go through as much of a personality change as I thought, at first. And the things that drew me to him before are still there."

"And he has feelings for you?"

That's right. It wasn't a given that he would, from most perspectives. Though she'd resisted it, there had been no sense of surprise for her--it had been exactly what she'd expected. Maybe Chul was right: how did she know she chose how she felt? It could be she was as programmed to fall for him as anyone could be.

"So," said MK, reading her face easily enough, "what is this mythical personality he has? Because I'll tell you, he looked like the kind of kid who should be pretending to be real people in dramas based on careful instructions."

[namjhyun]

He Is Psychometric Episode 15-16 Review (Series Finale)

This review contains spoilers from episode 15 and 16. You have been warned.

I can’t believe at one point of this whole story my biggest concern was proving Sung-mo had feelings for Ji-soo, which for the record he totally did, but how could I possible imagine the writer would take the darkest road of all.

Starting with the Yeon-song apartment building murders and fire, I was holding out hope for Sung-mo to be innocent but that would mean there was hope for him and, let’s be honest, he never had a fighting chance. From the moment he was introduced to us, his character was already cryptic af, clearly playing a long game, and we were wishing for answers... how naive we were.

I have to wonder, what would have happened if Mom and Sung-mo wouldn't have isolated themselves so much from other people after they escaped the first time? Would it had changed anything? Did they even know how to trust others after so many years living inside a cage and then having to run away constantly? Would Sung-mo had called Ahn’s father that night? Would have he realized, by interacting further with others, that not everyone was a disappointment like the police who didn’t investigate his mother’s case or a crazy person like Kang Geun-tae?

Up to that point in his story, the night of the fire, Sung-mo had no real interaction with anyone else other than Mom and Kang Geun-tae. Sure, he had his moments with Jae-in, Ahn and their respective fathers but they were small and insignificant in comparison to everything else he went through. No, in my eyes, Sung-mo remains a victim of abuse and fear who was pushed too far.

I even wondered if Mom was to blame. Whatever her nurturing was lacking because she made an emphasis on intellectual understanding, instead of actual interaction with others and learning through practice. But then I remembered, she sent Sung-mo to school not only to learn but to try have a normal life, make friends, and he lied to her. He chose to stay at the door of the apartment building as a lookout.

Then I wondered if perhaps she relied on him too much, since she was the adult and he was the child but then it’s wrong to put blame on her in the first place because she too was a victim. With more than two decades of confinement, sexual, psychological and emotional abuse, she was doing her best. She was as terrified and desperate as Sung-mo, and what else could she have possible done when -at the time of the incident- even she wasn’t willing to trust or interact with others just in case Kang Geun-tae showed up?

At the same time, tho, I feel she was so oblivious to other’s pain that she failed to really understood the pain her own son was going through, even before the apartment fire. Did she really never suspected what he was doing in order to protect her? And even all those years later, was she truly so blind as to believe Sung-mo was using his work as a prosecutor to send Kang Geun-tae to jail?

No. Sung-mo was doomed from the beginning and so were all the relationships he built through the years, once he understood that other people are the ones who help us experience and understand emotions, but by then it was too late. He had already gone a path with no return. He felt guilt towards Ahn and Jae-in most of all because their respective parents had been kind to him and lend a helping hand, understanding he needed one. And because he didn’t know how or wasn’t able to accept that help, he ended up killing one of them and sending the other to jail for a crime he didn't commit. Same goes for Ji-soo. Sung-mo pushed her away not only to protect her from Kang Geun-tae but because he understood they couldn’t have a future. Sung-mo always knew where his story ended and that meant paying for his crimes.

The most tragic part of the whole story is what finding out the truth meant for Ahn. After the death of his parents, it was Sung-mo and Ji-soo who took the place of role models for him. Perhaps it sounds crazy because they were only 10 or 11 years older, but they were his new family. The people who believed in him, who took care of him, nagged him to do better in school, and gave him a home. By the end of the show, they are both scars and bittersweet memories of a person whose death he feels responsible for and another who he cares about but can’t forgive. I know we have talked about how Ahn is one of the most emotionally stable characters and I appreciate the show making us understand he’s struggling quietly with his feelings towards Sung-mo and Ji-soo, but I don’t think he will ever be able to forgive Sung-mo. Understand him, yes, as we have already seen. Forgive? I’m not sure.

As for Jae-in, even though she cared for Ji-soo and Sung-mo, her journey was always about proving her father’s innocence. It was heartbreaking to hear her say that at one point she doubted him, especially when we have seen throughout so many episodes how filial she is to him. This confession I find it a little out of character but reasonable when you think about the bigger picture. I’m glad she has found a group of colleagues she can trust to do proper police work.

Which takes me to YSS Construction Company and the government corruption case. Personally, I find it was wrapped up quite nicely and a little rushed. There are still many connections to the criminal organization and other officials but that remains to be solved, which is something I am guessing Jae-in, Detective Nam and Detective Lee will make a lifelong goal to achieve.

The half-baked conclusion to this storyline was so disheartening in some aspects that even Dr. Hong decided to take a sabbatical until she felt it was right to comeback to work for the police and prosecutor’s office. Let’s be honest, without Ji-soo, she didn’t know who to trust.

Not everyone had a bittersweet ending, tho, since Detective Nam and Aunt Sook-ja have been dating for a while and they are terrible at keeping it a secret. But another two cuties have nothing to hide: Dae-bong’s years of hard work (and sort of stalking, let’s face it) trying to win over So-hyun finally paid off. They all end up a happy and big family that Ahn and Jae-in can rely on.

Overall, He is Psychometric turned out to be the dark horse of 2019. It came out of nowhere becoming one of the best shows of the year thanks to a compelling story and solid performances. The main four are all relative new as leads but they carried the show with ease.

After Kim Kwon won Best New Actor award last year, as long time fan, I was looking forward to see what his next project would be and I’m not surprised he picked this particular story. He’s always been more drawn to complex and layered characters, and I think we can all agree Sung-mo was exactly that. Many people have commented on twitter they have fallen for him, not only for his good looks, but also for his performance and it makes me incredible happy he’s being recognized.

Kim Da-som has come a long way since the first roles she took on. Her performance as Ji-soo was so good, she became the source light when the story started to go a darker path. And once it was gone, so was all hope for a happy ending. It’s a difficult task to become the heart of a series but she did it gracefully.

I’m mostly impressed with Park Jinyoung and Shin Ye Eun, whom I confess I hadn’t heard about before this show. I believe it’s both their first time in leading roles but I’m sure we will see them in other projects soon enough.