#i once read that they knew how to defrost his body because they had a doc who was part of hydra so he knew what to do...

[purple--queen]

i think it is a shame that marvel never showed us how Shield got Steve out of the ice & how he ended up in the bed in the middle of new york. Like what happend in between??? I need to know...

[cherubic-cherry]

The Tragedy, Comedy, and Miracle That is Tim Drake snippet

“I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetheart, I'm Nightwing, I work with Batman and I just wanna help you get home.”

His plan wasn’t working. If only Nightwing wasn’t so nice, but of course he was. Tim knew that Nightwing would never just abandon a little kid on a rooftop in the dead of the night, it would be really great if he would, though, just this once. Another plan came to him, a better plan than just crossing his fingers.

He gingerly snuck his arm into his bag that was still resting on his shoulders. He wondered how long he could stand there seemingly motionless while facing outward before Nightwing tried to approach him. Hopefully a few minutes but probably not given his rotten luck.

His hands glided over the ridges on the flashlight, the smooth wrappers on the granola bar, and the cold, metal flip phone but he still couldn’t find what he was looking for in his overly packed bag, not without being able to properly look at it.

“Are you okay? I just wanna help. Can you come closer?’’ Nightwing egged, his voice had an edge of begging, but he sounded so sweet and soft. He dropped the fake-sounding voice he usually used. His normal voice made Tim be able to place him around his early twenties (just around the first Robin would be by now) and his voice sounded deeper and rough, it must’ve been hoarse from yelling but he still managed to sound so nice.

It was the perfect voice to use on what Nightwing thought was a scared and innocent little kid. Nightwing might have worked with kids as his day job. His gentleness was wasted on Tim, though, who, although was definitely scared out of his mind, could not claim innocence when it came to how he managed to get into this particular position.

His fingers finally found it: two chalky feeling spheres that lay on the very bottom of his bag, unused.

“Sweetheart, can you please turn around and step away from the ledge for me?”

The snow must’ve made Tim hard to see from where Nightwing was standing. Tim took a step closer, ignoring how weird it felt to walk when his joints still needed time to defrost. He forced himself to get as close to the vigilante as possible while still making sure he couldn’t make out his face with the heavy snow coming down.

“There we go,’’ Nightwing said to himself but because of their proximity Tim was still able to hear him. Guilt curled into Tim's chest from the translucent relief in Nightwing’s tone, Tim really was the worst kid on the planet. He edges himself as close as his body would allow him before freaking out.

“Hi there-’’ Tim didn’t allow him to finish his sentiment. He grabbed the mini smoke bombs from his bag and chucked them in Nightwing's direction. The snow was thick and his arm was tired from holding up his camera. He didn’t mean to throw the smoke bomb at Nightwing's face, he planned for it to fall at his feet or somewhere behind him and have it serve as a distraction. Instead, he ended up throwing the aluminum ball directly into the hero's nose, causing the smoke bomb to go off in his face.

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[helenazbmrskai]

Shush

Wow. I think this is the filthiest and the most messed up shit I’ve ever written in my whole life send me holly water pls (after you enjoyed reading this duh) I don’t know how this idea popped up in my mind one night but yeah don’t come at me.

💊Title ‹ Shush ›

💊Pairing ‹ Jimin x OC (f) ›

💊Genre ‹ adopted brother au, forbidden/unhealthy romance, smut, angst › 

💊Summary ‹ Forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest and when the fruit comes in the form of an innocent boy it’s even sweeter. ›

💊Warnings ‹ emotional manipulation, discussions about an incurable disease, unhealthy relationship dynamics, some fluff, multiple smut scenes filthy so be aware!, mention (and brief description) of sexual fantasies, sub! Jimin, soft domme! OC, teasing, mention of porn watching, brief imagined masturbation, corruption kink, first time, virgin! Jimin, blowjob, handjob, good boy Jiminie, jealous OC, oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do this be safe!), exhibitionism, marking/biting, almost getting caught, dirty talk, riding, pls keep in mind that this is only fiction! don’t do this folks ›

💊Word count ‹ 6k ›

💊Masterlist

Brushing the snowflakes off my coat’s shoulder, I take a look around the spacious living room soaking in the warmth and waiting for my fingers to defrost, hearing nothing besides the wind that blows outside. Checking the clock on the wall I recall that mom should be still at work at this time around, nothing’s new.

I silently make my way upstairs then halting once I’m in front of Jimin’s bedroom door that has a big J on it. Mom would be upset if she knew I didn’t check on him first thing when I got home so I knocked once then twice before I heard muffled noises from the other side and the shuffle of sheets followed by a loud bang of something hard suddenly hitting the ground. The sound itself quite concerningly rings in your ears.

”Are you alright?” I place my palm on the wooden surface concentrating on the noises that I faintly hear filtering through the door, biting down on my lip as I still didn’t get an answer from him.

”Ok. I’m coming in!” I tell him after a couple of seconds of silence, I gave him enough time to yell out that he’s fine. I’m ready to burst through the door when his voice squeaks out a tiny unconvincing ’I’m good.’ but my hand is already on the doorknob. His body lays slightly off the bed when I enter his room, the bed under him is unmade and his hair is dishevelled sticking to different angles from all the tossing and turning looking soft, wearing only a thin white shirt and pyjama pants to bed. Probably haven’t gotten up from it all day.

”You fell off the bed again?” I chuckle, sending him an amused look spiced with an arched eyebrow – it’s not the first time I see him in this position – shaking my head from side to side, though my eyes reveal that I’m not angry just amused. I grab both his knees and help him to lay flat against the pillows just like he was most likely laying before. His eyes glow like a lightstick with a beaming smile on his face.

”Y/N, you’re home early.” Arching up a brow himself he situates his body to rest his back against the headboard interrogating the cause of my early arrival with a slightly hoarse voice. Jimin looks into a specific direction frequently enough for me to spot his staring. I reply to his statement with a roll of my eyes brushing his hair gently to the side after I checked he indeed has no fever. Giving him the benefit of the doubt that I have no idea he’s trying to hide something I smile back.

I scan through his room hoping to find out by the order of things are placed what he was doing before I got home, it’s easy to spot the differences since I’m the one who usually cleans in here but besides his laptop that sits on the far end of the bed instead of the desk, nothing else seems out of place.

”Why? Were you doing something you shouldn’t be?” I grin, at first the question was intended to be innocent but watching how Jimin’s face contorts into a scandalized look I know he’s up to no good. His expression soon gets replaced with shyness unintentionally a boyish blush spreads across his rosy cheeks. It gets me even more curious.

He gained some weight over the past weeks so his features are almost healthily filled out, the new medication seems to work better than the doctors had anticipated and right now he has minimal symptoms.

Mom must be pleased by the outcome, he regained so much colour to his pale skin too. I witnessed all his ups and lows, I still remember the day I met him. He was in a bad shape, bedridden, so pale and skinny like a skeleton. He couldn’t even sit up on his bed to greet me and when he opened his eyes hearing my mom’s voice calling out to him I came face to face with his teary eyes, hands grabbing his chest to ease the pain that he felt crawling his way up from under his ribcage as a silent tear rolled down his cheeks. He got better when mom decided to take him out of the care system and switched doctors to look after his further treatment.

I regarded him as a responsibility at the beginning of our relationship made sure he took his medication between meals just like my mother instructed. Cleaned his room and made him food when my mother was busy with work. She’s a nurse at the local hospital, she left me alone with him a lot, her job consumes a lot of her time so I had to take care of him almost every day after school even had to take a few days off so I can stay at home when his condition started to get worse and he needed more supervision than usual.

Be that as it may, he had his better days that I started to like so much, spending time with him stopped being an obligation and instead, the time spent together started to be the highlights of my days.

Listening to his angelic laugh, having him listen to me talking about my day. No boy or man ever paid this much genuine attention to me, only him. He has his eyes only on me.

His fierce response makes me come to my senses, dragging me out of my own consuming thoughts.

”Of course not!” He defensively spats my hands away when I try to pinch his cheeks. He looks very pretty when the sun shines on his face. He looks like an angel.

”Oh really? I guess it’s fine then to show me your laptop’s search history. How about right now?” I move faster than he can snatch the device so I’m able to get it and open his tab before he even lets a leg down to plant his feet on the ground.

However, I was not expecting to find something this interesting in his log history. Looking between the screen and his red face I tilt my head to the side seemingly deep in my thoughts. It’s not that I never acknowledged the fact that he’s a man in his mid-twenties and because of his unfortunate susceptibility to having a systemic autoimmune disease he never had the chance to socialise like it’s a norm for most people. The only other’s he meet day by day are my mother and I since he can’t go out because of his photosensitivity.

Maybe I could blame the stars that never flickered out of his naive eyes for the past ten years I’ve known him for not thinking that Jimin could have dirty thoughts. Well, this porn page clearly states otherwise.

I know it’s inappropriate to think about Jimin, my adopted brother, in this way but I can’t find it in me to stop the spiralling thoughts.

Wondering if he masturbates while watching these videos when I’m in school. How he grabs his cock with shaky hands, cute fingers coated in his precum. Wondering if he uses the same hand to hold mine innocently after he did dirty things to himself. I subconsciously rub my thighs together to ease some of the tension that gathered between my thighs, even fantasising about him makes me feel hot.

I feel bad thinking about him inappropriately when he’s sick but I can’t seem to feel the shame when I look directly into his bright eyes now. The rational part of my brain screams that it’s inappropriate even though we are not blood-related.

Heck, not at all as mom adopted him when his last remaining family member, his father died ten years ago.

Jimin’s facial expression is like an open book I read him so well. Poor boy can’t even lie everything he thinks about is apparent on his pretty face.

Afraid that I’ll call him names he lowers his gaze, waiting for me to tell him that I’m disappointed and disgusted by him now that I discovered his dirty little secret that he rubs one out to porn but oh boy he has no idea. That I think about him in a way a sister shouldn’t. That there is nothing wrong with being curious. He has all the right to be. It’s easy to forget he’s older than me when I’m the more experienced one in everything.

”Hey it’s ok,” I get to my previous position, sitting down on the edge of his bed right next to his waistline. I curl a finger under his chin to level his face with mine, showing him a small smile indicating that everything’s gonna be alright.

”I watch porn sometimes too, there’s nothing to be ashamed of here Jiminie. It’s only natural to be curious about it. It’s human nature.” He avoids making eye contact but a tiny nod in my direction shows me that he’s listening.

”If you want I promise I’ll forget that this ever happened. Do you want that honey?” Nudging his pinky with mine I offer him the chance to change the topic to something light.

”You won’t tell mom about it, right?” Nodding my head in agreement I assure him that this piece of information can be our secret and no one has to know that this conversation ever happened. It appears to calm him down gradually as he finally reciprocates my gaze and sighs in relief. What you didn’t expect to hear after that, however, was an explanation of why he started watching porn.

”I want to know how it feels.” Jimin admits shyly, looking around to avoid my eyes as he tells me his hidden thoughts and I find him truly endearing. The previous tense atmosphere seems to completely fade away as Jimin relaxes his muscles against the bedsheet and opens up his heart.

”What? Sex?” I asked, watching his reactions closely as I experimentally place my palm above his right knee. An innocent touch.

Jimin shivers into the contact but other than that nothing remarkably changes in his behaviour or posture. He pays careful attention to not let his feelings show up on his otherwise expressive face. Cute. Sooner or later I’ll know how he really feels about my advances as he can’t keep pretending for long. He was never good at it.

”Yes. They seem to like it so much when I’m watching those videos.” Humming approvingly I rest a manicured nail at the edge of his waistband, this earns a sharp inhale of breath but he doesn’t try to remove my touch that indicates he’s not uncomfortable with me touching him. He doesn’t seem bothered, just a little sheepish.

”You know, a video is nothing compared to the real thing.” I let a single finger slide under his shirt drawing circles into his hipbone eyes watching the way his chest moves up and down a little faster at that.

”What a shame that you don’t know pretty girls to have sex with.” Deciding it’s time to remove my hand I’m letting the limb fall to my side lazily. Jimin’s lips immediately form a pout after I stop making advances on his body, showing me that he was expecting something more. All this time I thought he doesn’t see me like I see him but maybe I was wrong assuming that. Gaining confidence I decide it’s time to push his buttons a little more.

”I’m sure girls would form long lines to get into your pants baby. I wouldn’t be surprised since you are so pretty.” The praise makes his ears bright red, mother did a good job with giving him a boyish undercut a good fashion choice to leave the tips longer so I can easily comb my fingers through it, curling a few strays behind his ears.

”Y-Y/N.” A breathy moan leaves his lips as I kiss the underside of his jaw on impulse, finding stability by grabbing onto his thighs to lean closer and breathe in his clean scent. I push him against the headboard but he doesn’t mind it at all, too lost in the moment, feeling my lips on his throat to register any pain.

I pull away slightly to reconnect our eyes. Jimin licks his dry lips, not having anyone to talk to until I arrived home, he kept his mouth shut only feeling now how dry his throat is all of the sudden.

A ghost of a smile appears in the corner of my mouth as I realise Jimin is watching my lips not even trying to conceal his desire to have another taste of the forbidden fruit. This is so wrong but his lips are so light against mine, afraid that if I apply pressure somehow this moment will end and I don’t want this to ever end but as the saying goes, nothing lasts forever in life.

The magical moment ends when I hear my mother’s voice from downstairs. ”Y/N, Jimin I’m home!”

The cheerful voice of my mother abruptly interrupts our first shared kiss, not letting him chase the taste of my cherry lip balm I place a small peck on his nose instead yelling back that we’re upstairs and we’ll be down in a minute.

”No need to rush,” I peck his forehead this time, giving his face small kisses to lift his mood. It’s comical how disappointed he looks with his nose scrunched up adorably. He really has no shame as he sighs licking his lips to taste the remaining flavour of our kiss.

”We can continue this tomorrow, we have so much time, I promise...”

And continue we do. True to my word I comply with his request pulling the oversized t-shirt over my head to reveal him my black lacy bra and the curve of my waist. His eyes devour the new uncovered flesh hands lingering in the air itching to touch my bare skin but too shy to do it without my permission. He remains frozen in the act. Dreamy eyes watching my reaction to his shy movements silently asking for a sign that it is alright to touch. He’s so curious he wants to hear those noises the couples always make in his videos.

I nod putting him out of his misery cradling his hand in mine to place the warm palm onto my covered breast I guide his movements fondling the flesh, his touch feels good despite the barrier between his skin and mine.

Slipping his hand under the cup his finger comes into contact with my nipple I show him how to circle the bud until it gets erect a small sigh escaping my lips. I had the sudden urge to steal a kiss so I leaned in to grab the back of his neck and crush our lips together no tongue just lips touching sweetly.

I removed his touch to intertwine our fingers placing both of our hands to rest against the bed leaning into his mouth more.

”Is that all that you want me to do?” I murmur the words into his mouth, encouraging him to say more, to do more. Jimin swallows the saliva in his mouth gaze significantly cloudy as he stares into my eyes, shaking his head. He got so far the current thoughts in his head are clearly not about stopping anytime soon.

”What else do you want then?” I press him to answer my question, following the line of his upper lip with my thumb smearing the lip balm that got transferred from my lips to his while kissing, Jimin took a shaky breath before opening his mouth.

”Y-your tongue.” His tongue seemingly came out subconsciously to wet his lips I closed my eyes moaning at the sinful image. He really did his research, I’m about to give him everything he wants if he keeps up with these innocent yet so dirty looks.

”Where do you want it?” I grin moving closer so our thighs are firmly pressed together letting go of his hand to cup his face with both hands. Bending my head to peck the outline of his vein on his neck his pulse quickens under my touch. Pleased to have had such a great effect on him.

”In my mouth.” He squeaks out his response when I bite into his shoulder careful not to really pierce his skin but let him feel a moderate amount of pain mixed with his pleasure. I smooth my tongue where I bit making sure that I don’t leave any marks on his perfect skin. I don’t want our mother to ask questions later.

”Hm,” I hum into his neck satisfied by the answer before lining our faces again to fulfil his wish. ”Open.” As soon as I command his lips part obediently waiting for me to slip my tongue into his awaiting mouth.

”Jimin. Can I touch you?” I sigh into his mouth, he tastes so sweet I can’t seem to get my fill as I discover every corner of his hot cavern licking the roof teasing him before letting our wet muscles touch in a heated battle for dominance. Jimin gets greedy soon as he pushes my tongue back to do the exploration of his own, the kiss turns sloppy and too much saliva. Hands clutching onto the duvet under him grounding his body swimming in euphoria from falling too deep into the feeling.

”Yes, please.” Our eyes open slightly to watch each other my mouth founds the corner of his lips then the side of his cheek and jaw before diving back in parting his lips with my tongue to continue tasting him.

With a feather-light touch, I snake my hands upwards his thin frame and tiny waist feels so fragile under my fingers. I want to pepper his torso with my kisses pushing his body down using his shoulders to see his weight bounce on the bed. But I can’t get so ahead of myself, Jimin deserves to be worshipped like the angel he is.

”Lay down on your back Jiminie.” I smile seeing how obedient he is following my orders without any complaints or questions. He trusts me so much.

The thought alone that he is under me letting me have my ways with him makes my underwear sit uncomfortably against my heat when I move my legs to straddle his hips I feel how drenched I am for him. So pretty and so eager under me as his head rests on the pillows he truly looks like an innocent angel.

I motion for Jimin to raise his arms so I can get rid of his shirt and finally do what I intended to do and kiss his body starting from his collarbones all the way to the line where his pyjama pants hide the delicious lines of his hip bones.

I press kisses of praises into his shoulder blades moving down following the line of his sternum to give attentive licks and pecks all over his stomach feeling his muscles tensing under my lips whines and other sweet sounds slipping out of his parted lips as he breathes heavily through his nose with his eyes closed.

When I let a couple of fingers slide under his pants I realise the lack of material under my touch. He’s not wearing his boxers. The outline of his dick is evident when I look down he’s not that long but where he lacks his grith makes up for it as I can already imagine how good he would feel buried in me stretching my walls so good.

”Do you want me to touch your pretty cock darling?” I don’t forget to ask for permission even though by now I can clearly see how much he wants all this. The sight itself, how his member strains against the concealing fabric is an awfully clear giveaway of his growing desires. Jimin maintains our eye contact with hooded eyes nodding his head fervently before he can confirm his needs with words. His body burns but not with fever.

”I..yes, please. I w-want you to.” Jimin squirms waiting for me to do something that would relieve some of the tension in his joints. His cock feels heavy in my hand ready to sink into my cunt anytime, I can’t wait to put my mouth around it first but I have to be patient. I circle a digit around the tip testing how much precum he has for me.

Holding the digit up to my lips I taste the slightly salty substance humming approvingly. Tugging his pants down I get to work giving a kiss to the tip before coating his member with my saliva so I can lubricate his shaft enough so it won’t hurt him. His whole body shakes when my mouth makes contact with his cock his virgin body overwhelmed with the new sensation the little pleasure already too much for him to handle.

I make a mental note about grabbing some lube on my way home tomorrow so I can be prepared for situations like this. My lips suddenly widen into a Cheshire grin as I deliver the last lick all the way up to the hilt replacing my mouth with my hand.

”Jiminie look here for a little.” I coax him to open his eyes again with a sweet voice. ”Like that darling.” I praise him when his eyes met mine, choosing the moment his gaze connects with mine to use the same hand that pleasured him to glide under my jeans and underwear mixing my arousal with his precum I moan for the show as I rub my clit before collecting my essence so I can use it on his dick giving him the needed extra lubricant.

Jimin’s eyes don’t stay open for long when I finally touch him properly with the intent of making him cum. He can’t seem to keep his moans and throaty whines to himself as I give him a confident grip increasing the speed of my wrist when his whines became more high pitched his body gives away all the signs when he shakes under my touch that he’s close embarrassingly fast but I don’t mind, it’s his first time after all. We can always work on his stamina later.

”Relax baby and just enjoy this.” I encourage him to let go, massaging his thighs with my free hand to relax his strained muscles, slowing down my strokes but give special treatment to the tip collecting the forming precum. ”There’s no need for you to hold back.” I peck his hip picking up my pace again for a few moments longer before taking him into my mouth waiting for him to cum swirling my tongue over the tip repeatedly.

”Y-Y/N.” My name comes out in moans like a broken record when he finally lets all the tension seep away from his body letting the building pleasure force him into submission as he cums into my mouth his body goes limp when the pleasure fades away after I let him ride out his high with gentle licks.

I place the duvet over his sleepy form after I help him back into his clothes, tucking him in as I kiss his cheek to say ’sleep tight’ with the gesture.

I toss the food around on my plate in front of me tentatively listening to the conversation held between my parent and her guest but not engaging, sinking my fork into the broccoli angrily as I hear Natalie’s sugar-coated voice destined for only Jimin’s ears to catch.

She leeched herself onto him as soon as she stepped into this house annoying me with saying stuff like ’you have such a nice brother’ just to emphasise my relation to him. Even my mom takes her side saying that they look cute together.

I know she wants Jimin to socialise, that’s why this dinner is purposefully held in the first place but I can’t seem to show a different emotion than disgust when I look at Natalie trying to woo my Jimin. She will never know how he sounds when he’s about to blow his load or how he would taste against her tongue because only I can see that side of him no one else, and especially not her.

  His ears are red from her constant compliments and I swear I even saw her hand grip his shoulder when she laughed about something my mom said, he shies away from her because he never kept a conversation going on with another girl that wasn’t me or my mom before but that doesn’t mean jealousy doesn’t bubble up in my chest when he doesn’t deny her advances explicitly.

The dinner continues for an awfully long time before I could excuse myself from the table to hide away in my room and peacefully start yelling into my pillow to relieve my pent up frustration throughout this unpleasant meal.

Either Jimin genuinely didn’t have a clue what she was implying or he was aware but fine with it I don’t want to waste any more time and watch her all over him. I continued sulking in my room when I heard a knock on my door grunting a ’yes’ before I resembled smashing my keyboard I suddenly felt the urge to complete that assignment I procrastinated on so I can keep my mind focused on something else.

I avert my gaze from the screen to see who’s my intruder but I refocus on my computer when I see it’s Jimin. I’m not in the mood to talk to him right now since the picture of Natalie all over him is the first image to enter my mind.

”What? Dinner’s over so soon?” I’m careful to use an unaffected tone when I speak up, holding myself back from making eye contact even though I would love to see his face, we haven’t got time all day to talk or cuddle at all since I had to help my mother all evening to prepare for this dinner that was a waste of time anyway.

Jimin stays silent not bothering to answer my question but I still refuse to look at him as I pretend to be absorbed in my work. Even if it’s far from reality when the only thing consuming my thoughts right now is that I want him to tell me no one else is going to touch him only I can make him feel that good. That he wants. No, needs only me.

”A-are you angry? Please don’t be.” I still don’t turn around and looks like it makes him desperate for my attention he thugs at my blouse but I don’t react.

I want him to panic take over his body so he won’t do this to me again. I have to busy my fingers with typing so I don’t move to card my fingers through his locks like I long to do when he lays his head on my lap kneeling on the ground to do so. I don’t push his head away but doesn’t react either.

Half an hour passes in this manner, only my typing is heard in the otherwise silent room Jimin’s head still resting on my thighs hands circling my waist. I’m halfway done with my assignment when I feel Jimin’s nose nudge my centre. I showered after I excused myself from the dinner to blow off some steam and calm down grabbing only a pair of underwear and a shirt to cover my body with.

Jimin placed a kiss on my clothed clit making my body jerk in surprise forcing me with his bold actions to finally look at him our gaze locks as soon as I look down. Jimin folds the sides of my blouse so he can get access to the rest of my underwear following my panty line with his nose.

”Can I make it up to you?” Jimin looks up with innocent eyes that have my stomach twist in excitement but I try not to show him how much he can affect me as well. I’ll still make him pay for his actions.

”So you know you did something wrong.” I scoff but it ends up in a gasp when he licks the front of my underwear without a warning.

I grip his hair to keep him in place holding him close enough so his head still rests on my thighs but not that close to letting him lick my centre again. He’s playing dangerous games right now but I don’t know if I have it in me to be gentle with him.

”You should stop before I can’t guarantee that I won’t lose my control.” I warn him through my gritted teeth, closing my eyes for a moment to focus on my breathing, his eyes grew bigger for a moment before the previous shocked expression morphs into something else.

He can’t reach my cunt from where he’s restrained by my hands so he licks the inner side of my thigh his teeth nibbling on my sensitive skin.

  I loosen my grip on his hair smoothing the silky locks out of his eyes but he cleverly uses the gesture to scoot forward and have another taste placing a more confident lick stretching the rubberband side of my panty with his teeth sliding his hands over my stomach that was previously so obediently circling my waist.

”You don’t have to do it.” I remind him, feeling out of breath from his kitten licks over my clothed mound.

”I know.” Jimin replies with a sweet smile adorning his face before he pulls my underwear down my legs slowly, watching with interest as I part my legs so he can have a good look at my glistening core.

”The girls from the videos always like it when the boy does this.” Jimin murmurs under his breath absentmindedly before rubbing my clit with his fingertips his digits dipping lower to catch where most of my arousal gathers a single digit nudging my entrance. I part my legs more so he can get more comfortable between them I let him get familiar with my most intimate part before I pull his hand away with shaky fingers.

”Taste it.” I order for him to pop his fingers into his mouth licking my arousal clean from them and he doesn’t disappoint as he does.

Now that his fingers are coated with his saliva I guide it back to my core. ”Want your finger in me.” I throw my head back when he enters, my walls sucking his finger in his movements are inexperienced and uncoordinated but I let him experiment until he gets the hang of it, and oh when he does. His one finger turns into two soon as he finds the best way to pound into my wet cunt curling the digits just the right way to make me see stars. ”Doing so good Jiminie.” I tell him between heavy pants as the rhythmical hard thrusts of his fingers starts to become too much to handle I feel my insides tighten just like my walls tighten around his fingers getting closer and closer.

I open my eyes to watch him lean down his hair tickling my inner thighs as he nestles between my legs licking at my clit while the movement of his hand never falters, the new stimulus that his visual between my legs and his tongue on my nub adds to the feeling, making me come undone around his fingers.

”Stand up baby.” I motion for him to stand as well, his finger slips out of my hole, with a confused expression plastered on his face but doesn’t question my intentions as he obligates standing on his wobbly feet I let him sit down to where I was before straddling his hips.

”Are you going to let me ride your cock? Make you mine?” I ask him using my sweetest tones before slowly kissing his lips making sure to map out his mouth once more before turning my attention to kiss the expanse of his neck.

”Yes. Fuck yes.” The way how the curse word slipped through his mind without him noticing is endearing, he can always surprise me with something doesn’t matter how much time I dedicate to learning his body and soul, he’ll always have layers to discover. These good days sometimes even weeks when his illness hides its ugly face into the background are so precious that I wish we could always be like this.

I situate my body so I can pull his sweats down I pleasantly discover that he doesn’t wear his underwear when his dick slaps against his stomach. I reach for one of the drawers where I know I placed the lube.

I squeeze some into my hand before wrapping my fingers around his fully hardened shaft smearing the lube over him Jimin whines when he feels the cold liquid hit his hot member moaning once I roll my wrist the way he seems to like so much. Have enough of the foreplay I position him in front of my entrance making eye contact with him before taking him in letting him have the chance of backing out.

Jimin’s thighs shake as I take him in fully he tries muffling his moans by biting down on my shoulder so our guests don’t find out what we are doing in my room. With a smirk on my face, I roll my hips getting the best responses as Jimin tries to hold back his cries tightening his hold on my waist to slow my thrusts down but I don’t listen to him as I start to grind down on him letting his member pull out almost all the way before sinking down enjoying how good he fills me up.

I slow down as a knock is heard at my door Jimin’s eyes widen in fear but I don’t let him move an inch as I silently take my seat with his cock buried between my folds he holds back a moan when I clench around him.

”Mom?” I call out to her, my voice a bit shaky but I was able to mask it away enough that it doesn’t sound suspicious.

”Are you alright? Can I come in?” I hear her worried voice, she probably heard Jimin’s louder cries and she thinks something’s wrong. At this moment I’m really glad that my mom is very dense.

”I’m feeling unwell so I’m going to sleep immediately but you go and have fun with the guests don’t worry.” I offer her my reply as I circle my waist can’t keep still as Jimin’s dick feels heavenly it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does seeing how pathetically he tries to prevent my mother from hearing his moans but his innocent facade can’t fool me as I feel him twitch inside me as I talk to my mother while he’s balls deep in my cunt. I wonder if he wants us to get caught or that he would like me to fuck him in front of Natalie on our dining table so she can see she never had a chance with him.

”Fine but come and get me if you need anything.” She leaves with these last words without further protests and I thank her while bouncing on Jimin’s lap silencing his cries by kissing him hard. 

”What mom would think if she saw you in this situation Jiminie? Fucking me while you pretend to be an angel in front of her. Kissing her cheek with the same lips that were buried between my legs moments prior.” I whisper next to the shell of his ear he lets out embarrassed whines but I can feel him enjoy how I fuck myself using him.

My thighs ache as I increase the pace feeling so close again I guide Jimin’s hand between our bodies to make him rub at my clit he does it messily but it’s enough stimulation as I cum again watching as Jimin’s eyes squeezed shut close to reach his own high.

[thewhitejournal]

Just One More Night

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader Series

hello everyone! welcome to a new series im starting, this one was actually requested by @art-and-thoughts so shoutout to them. i’ll put their request below so you can read what it’s about, and i hope you all enjoy! :)

plot: Shortly after getting divorced, Hotch needs some sort of distraction from his work and personal life, he ends up meeting a younger girl and they start a casual relationship. He doesn’t want to know much about her than what’s necessary, so they just meet for ~sexy times~ and it works good for both of them for a while. The reader is graduating in communities and criminology; JJ finds out she’s going to have a baby, so she decides to call someone from outside to “coach” and replace her. That’s how the reader ends up at the BAU.

content warnings: smut, cursing, a bit commanding here and there, fingering, oral (male receiving)

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Finals kicked your ass, that was a fact. You stepped out of the study hall and your tennis shoe met snow, covering the steps to the doors. You kicked yourself internally for not checking the weather, shivers already taking over your body. Snow went flying from the ground as you rushed to your car, a sheet of it falling off the roof when you slammed the door. The cold didn’t necessarily bother you, but not dressing appropriately for it did. Your car sputtered to life when you turned the key in the ignition. While you tried warming yourself up and while you waited for the defrost to kick in, you checked your phone.

The cold metal of the thing wasn’t exactly comforting, but your notifications were coming in at record speed. The group chat you and your roommate and the friends you’d met since last year made together kept bombarding you with who’s typing and who’s already said something. A little part of you dreaded opening it, knowing you were probably fully behind on whatever was happening.

They loved you, that’s for sure. But they always teased you for being ‘addicted to school’, and that you needed help for your addiction. You couldn’t help you were devoted to your future, the career at the FBI looking closer every day. It’s always been your goal. More specifically, you wanted to be a profiler. Ever since you started researching career paths and colleges in your senior year of high school, it stuck with you. You wanted it, and when you found something you wanted, you weren’t giving up until you had it. Hell, you’d just got done reviewing the subjects for next semester.

A sigh escaped your lips as you opened the chat. The rundown of it was that they wanted to get together for drinks to celebrate the end of the semester. You weren’t much of a party person, but you knew it wasn’t an option for you since they said they would be meeting there in half an hour. All you wanted to do was go back to the dorm and pass out, but you figured, why the hell not? You knew you deserved a break; one night couldn’t hurt.

After making the short drive to the dorms about half a mile away, you turned the car off and hurried inside. You came in with a bluster of cold air, kicking off your wet shoes next to the door. Your roommate was getting ready in the bathroom; her favorite ‘hype’ music was playing and you could smell the hairspray from the front door.

You didn’t have time to shower, and you figured it was fine since you had one this morning. So you fixed yourself up, doing a little more makeup and slipping into the outfit your friend picked out for you. You stepped into the bathroom next to her to fix your hair.

“(Y/N), going out without bitching? Are you feeling alright?” She teasingly put the back of her hand to your forehead as if to feel for a fever. You rolled your eyes, smacking her hand away. Both of you shared a laugh. Within minutes, you two were ready to go. You piled into your car, which was still a little warm, and started driving to the bar they picked out.

Once you were inside, you saw your other friends waiting for you, drinks already on their table. They waved you over as if you couldn’t see them; they were already tipsy. A smile grew on your lips as you and your friend walked over to them, happy to see your friends happy.

“To this shitty semester finally being over!” Your roommate toasted, a shot already in her hand. She was holding one out to you, and you took it, clinking your glass with the other girls before downing it. After sitting and talking and laughing and drinking for a while, you started surveying the bar and its patrons. Your curious gaze fell on a table of men, one of them significantly older than the rest. He had a glass of whiskey in front of him. His hands that donned a huge ring with an insignia that you couldn’t make out were gesturing in the air like he was telling a story.

The man standing next to him looked to be about your age, maybe older. He was a skinny little thing, listening intently to the older man’s story with a smile on his face. He looked like he was drinking some kind of sparkling water. The other guy was buff, wearing a tight, grey t-shirt. Dark brows on his forehead danced with emotion as the story went on. His smile was huge; he had some beautiful teeth for a guy. A beer dangled casually in his hand.

The fourth man was unlike the rest of them in his own way. He was wearing a brown pullover and dark jeans, his short black hair gelled and styled. His fingers twirled a whiskey glass on the table, and it was about empty. You noticed a tan line on his ring finger, but no ring. This was intriguing. A Rolex shined on his right wrist. He had a small smile on his face, adding to the story here and there and laughing. You couldn’t hear it, but you were sure it sounded lovely. His brown eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“(Y/N), what the hell are you staring- oh, I see. The skinny one?” Your roommate Rachel asked you, her gaze fixed on the men now, too. She looked at him like she was a lion and he was a gazelle, and it was dinner time. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“No, Rach. Don’t worry about it.” She gave you a knowing look like you weren’t getting away with it that easy. Her body turned towards you, and she leaned on the table. Her brows furrowed.

“Which one, then? Cause brown jacket’s been making eyes on you since you walked in.” She stated. You turned to face her, your eyes widening.

“Oh my god, can you keep your fucking voice down?”, you hissed under your breath. You tried looking over at them inconspicuously, to see if they’d heard, but you couldn’t tell. You felt the blush creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks. A sly smile made its way to her face. She giggled.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” She prodded your arm, laughing. You tried to play it cool, trying to make her calm down, but it wasn’t working. She burst into laughter, nearly doubling over so hard she about fell into the floor. God, she was drunk. You glanced over at the table, and you swore you saw him looking over, but only for a second.

Butterflies started roaring inside of you, in your stomach and even wandering lower. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before. The liquid courage started flowing through your veins, your heart pumping in your chest. You might’ve gone over and said, or ever did, something if you were a hundred percent sure he was interested. But you weren’t. Rachel eventually recovered from her laughing fit, leaning on you like you were the only thing holding her up. You steadied her as best as you could.

“Rachel, you should drink some water. You’re wasted.” You rubbed her arm, a concerned look on your face. She stared at you for a second, copying the look on your face.

“Fine,” she slurred, “You need the courage more than me anyway.” Your brows furrowed, giving her an inquisitive look. She giggled, covering her mouth when she let a snort out. “Because...look behind you…”, she whisper-said, falling on your other friend to her left. You felt your heart speed up in your chest, your body turning on your heel.

The man was sauntering over to you, his friends cheering him on behind him. He was laughing and shaking his head. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as he got closer. Fuck, he was tall. That smile on his lips made you blush, and the look in his eyes said more than words ever could.

When he finally reached you, he slipped an arm around your waist and leaned down to whisper in your ear. He smelled like pine and leather, and you felt your body tense up. There’s no way this was happening. The hottest guy in the bar, picking you out of the crowd? This never happened.

“Wanna get out of here?” He smelled like alcohol, but you were sure you did too. It took everything in you not to moan at the mere rasp of his voice. You hummed in an affirming tone as a response. This wasn’t like you, but you didn’t care. He was hot and the looks he gave you alone were enough to get you soaking wet. He took your hand eagerly, pulling you out the door and towards a black SUV. The plates on the front looked like government plates, but surely not. The car wasn’t your focus at the moment, anyway.

He shoved you against the passenger door, somehow rough and gentle at the same time, his arms on either side of your waist. It took the breath out of you, but you were breathless already so it was hard to tell just how much of an effect it had on you. His dark eyes looked like those of a hungry predator, tracing all over your face and body. He licked his lips, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Do you wanna do this?”, he asked you in a low and sultry voice. You put your hands on the sides of his face, nodding. You leaned forward and closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your body to his, along with your lips. His hand pulled your waist to his body, the other hand getting lost in your hair. He moaned against your lips, and you felt yourself twitch in your underwear. God, he was so fucking hot.

“Good, get in.”, he commanded. You’d never been talked to like that. Your pussy twitched again, and you had to hold back a whimper. He opened the back door for you, and you crawled inside. The backseat was spacious, which was quite useful for what was about to happen. He settled himself in the seat and shut the door behind him, locking the car and pulling you into his lap, his back against the door.

He smashed his soft, pink lips onto yours, his tongue twirling with yours. His lips left yours and he started trailing rough kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone. You craned your neck back to give him more room, a little moan slipping from your lips. “Oh, you like that, baby?”, he asked you against your skin, his fingers slowly pulling down the straps of your dress onto your shoulders.

“Wait…”, you breathed out, and he pulled away. He asked if he’d done something wrong, an apologetic look in his eyes. He’s hot and respectful? Fuck. “No, I… I just want to know your name.” He chuckled deeply.

“Aaron. What’s yours, honey?” God, that voice was the death of you. You were surprised he couldn’t feel how wet you were through his jeans.

“(Y/N).” A smile grew on your lips, as did on his.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”, he whispered, leaning into you again and kissing you. You slid your heels off and heard them clatter on the floor, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him. Your legs fell over his waist, straddling him. He hummed contently against you, his huge hands resting on your waist.

Instinctively, you moved your hips against his jeans, a moan slipping through your lips. His hands fell to your thighs, hastily moving them under your dress to play with the hem of your panties. You whimpered, and he pulled away, looking you in the eyes.

“You want these off, (Y/N)?”, he purred in your ear.

“Fuck, yes, Aaron, please…” You were a mess, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him so bad, and you didn’t even know him. His fingers tugged at them, pulling them down your thigh and shoving them in his pocket, a sly smile on his face.

“Come here, baby.” You obliged, sliding your hands under his shirt as you kissed him roughly. He bit your lip, a yelp coming from you and a deep chuckle from him. The two of you parted for only a second so that his jacket and shirt could come off. You admired his skin in the faint light from a nearby streetlight. Something that stood out to you was all the scars on his stomach. You leaned down and kissed every single one of them, undoing his belt in the process. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans. He moaned, his head hitting the window. “Fuck, you’re so hot…” His voice sounded so attractive when he was hot and bothered.

His hands pulled you suddenly back into his lap, hands resting on your bare ass. “Your turn first.” His thumb had no problem finding your pulsing clit, and he started rubbing circles just the way you liked. You gasped, moaning and burying your face in his neck. He moaned too, pushing a finger inside you and pumping back and forth. “You’re so wet for me, (Y/N).” You couldn’t speak; the power he held over you was insane. He kissed your neck so roughly you knew it would leave bruises that you’d have to cover up. Good thing it was scarf season.

He added another finger, and you started riding him; you were a moaning and sloppy mess. You put your hands on his strong shoulders to steady yourself, and he moved his fingers faster. The knot in your stomach tightened, and you could hardly breathe. Your eyes rolled back into your head and all you could feel was his hot chest against you and his long fingers inside you as you rode out your orgasm on them. He pulled them out, and you instantly missed the feeling. You whined at the empty feeling.

“You want to clean them off or should I?” You could barely focus on his words, your pussy still pulsing.

“I want you to taste me.”, you breathed out. Without hesitation, he licked his fingers clean, amber eyes rolling into his skull and a guttural moan coming from deep inside him. You got turned on again just from that vision itself. He pulled your dress off of you and threw it on top of your panties on the floor. He hungrily stared at your chest, sucking on your nipple and playing with the other. Your hips bucked against the leather of the seat, a groan slipping from the both of you.

“Lie down.” You did as you were told, lying down on your back. He unzipped his jeans and kicked them off, but not before pulling a condom out of the back pocket. His dick was pushing against the thin fabric of his boxers. Fuck, he’s huge. Of course, he is. Going against orders, you sat up and looked up at him, taking him into your mouth. He groaned, pulling your hair back away from your face. “(Y/N), holy shit…” He thrust into your mouth, but you didn’t mind it. Your hands stroked his dick for what your mouth couldn’t take.

You pulled away, knowing he was ready. His light brown eyes from inside the bar were now pitch black, his chest heaving and sweat beading on his forehead. You put your hand behind his head and pressed your lips into his, and he moaned against you. You could feel his dick pressing onto the inside of your thigh, and your hips naturally started riding it. He wasn’t inside you yet, just slipping against you. Your nails dug into his back, the feeling too much to take. His hands held your waist so tight you think he might leave bruises, but that didn’t matter.

Hurriedly, he pulled the condom on his dick and made sure you were ready and willing before he started fucking you. Slowly at first, he thrust what felt like halfway inside you. He filled you up so nicely, like the two of you were made for each other. “Fuck, Aaron, just like that…”, you breathed out into his ear, moaning and rocking on top of him. He helped you stay steady as you took all of his dick, and he started speeding up. You held onto him like he was your last breath, and his wandering hand found your clit again, rubbing those familiar circles on it. He started sucking on your neck again, and you could feel him twitching inside you. You came not a second later.

You rode it out, seeing stars. He was breathing heavily, kissing your lips as softly as he did before you started. You kissed him back with what little energy you had left. “That was…”, he whispered, looking into your eyes. “Amazing. You’re amazing.”, he finished his thought.

“Wanna do this again sometime?”, you asked him shyly. He smirked at you. “Sorry, that was-“

“I do, (Y/N). Get dressed, I’ll drive you home.” You smiled at him, and he returned one. You didn’t worry about your phone or purse; one of your friends would grab them. He was dressed quickly and got out of the backseat, closing the door behind him and walking around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat. You pulled your dress back on, along with your shoes.

The lack of Aaron’s body heat made you realize how cold it was this late into the night. You crossed your arms over your body, trying to make yourself as warm as possible. He motioned for you to get in the front seat, so you did, getting out of the car. The parking lot was almost empty, and it was snowing. You opened the passenger door, climbing in.

“Are you cold?”, he asked. He was warming the car up, turning dials and making sure it was getting defrosted. Not that it needed to do much work with all the heat you two made. You looked over at him; the caring look returned in his eyes. He looked handsome in the dim light of the center console. You nodded, and he pulled his jacket off and handed it to you. You gladly took it, his smell wafting around you when you slid it on. You told him where your dorms were, and he didn’t seem to mind that you were still in university.

The two of you drove in comfortable silence, the white flakes whizzing past the windows as he drove. Thoughts flooded your head about what had just happened, and how you felt about him. You couldn’t fall for him, but you had a feeling you could at some point if you weren’t careful. Unbeknownst to you, Aaron was having the same thoughts.

He parked outside your building, and he gave you his number and you gave him yours. You started taking the jacket off, and he stopped you. “Keep it. It’s cold out there.” You gave him a small smile and thanked him, and he pressed one last kiss to your lips before you got out of the car. He made sure you got inside the building before driving off. You watched the black SUV pull off in the white flurries outside. The plates caught your eye again; those were US government plates, for sure.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

[gerrycoco]

Here are chapter 4 and 5 of the TOL fanfic I’m writing based on @nwarrior777 comic. I’d been meaning to post chapter 4 a while back but hadn’t been sure where my cut off was between these two chapters until I finished them today. 

Hope you enjoy and more should be coming soon hopefully! 

You can also read this fic on ao3

Chapter 4 

The weeks ticked away slowly but surely at the Academy, summer turning into fall and steadily veering into winter. I continued to have the best of fun with Tamara doing all sorts of shenanigans.

With the end of October came Halloween where she snuck us out to go trick or treating when Halloween came around. As we finished up grabbing as much candy as we could, I only half noticed how cold the weather was becoming.

A few weeks later there came the first snowfall, which everyone was super excited about. After a particularly big snowfall most of the residents of the Academy, myself and Tamara included, found ourselves in the outdoor courtyard making snowmen.

Given my nature of not being very good at anything, my own attempts at making a snowman were quite subpar. I could see others not far away snickering among themselves, probably whispering about how ironic it was that someone with ice powers was so bad at stuff involving snow.

I was rather preoccupied by my increasing discomfort at being in the cold to really notice them. Tamara, however, glared in their direction as she joined me after reappearing from having gone to get some extra accessories for our snowmen. "Don't listen to them, Demian," she said, "this isn't a competition or anything, the whole point is just to have fun."

"Yeah I know," I replied, trying to blow on my hands to get them warmer, which only made things worse as with my powers all I did was blow frost over my fingers. It was then that I realized that I didn't have to go about making a snowman the old fashion way. Stretching my hands out in front of me me I tried summoning the snow around me to form into a shape.

"Demian maybe that isn't a good idea," Tamara said, her voice filled with concern, "the doctors told you to be careful about how long you spend in the snow and you already look really cold. I think we should go back inside."

"Hang on, just give me a minute," I managed to reply despite my teeth chattering loudly due to how cold I was. A small crowd of others had come by to watch curiously and I was not about to give them another reason to tease me. Within moments I'd accumulated a pile of snow that I was twisting and bending with frost from my own hands. I’d stopped shivering by then so I ignored how painfully cold I was feeling and concentrated to finish what I was doing.

Soon I had made a full sized snowman, but this time shaped like an actual human. "Tada," I said, with difficulty, now that my whole face felt frozen, "say hello to snow Tamara!" The others all gasped as they came closer to inspect the near perfect snow and ice replica of my friend.

Tamara herself however looked at me, a very stern expression on her face as she grabbed my hand and teleported us inside. Once she was done she dropped my hand and glared at me, looking quite mad. "What were you thinking?! That was dangerous!" she exclaimed loudly.

"What do you mean?" I meant to ask, surprised by how angry she looked. I never got the chance to do so though as everything suddenly went dark.

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"You got him here just in time so thankfully he's going to be alright," I heard an unknown voice say.

I groaned as I tried to stir, finding that my whole body was tingling from the sensation of me slowly defrosting. With difficulty I managed to open my eyes, to see that I was in the back room of the infirmary.

"What, what happened?" I asked, the words slightly slurred as my mouth and tongue still hadn't regained full sensation.

"You did something really stupid is what happened," Tamara spat out, angrily wiping tears from her eyes. She then ran out of the room, leaving me alone with who I now saw was a nurse.

“Tamara wait!” I called out. I tried to sit up so I could go after her but realized I was still too numb to do so.

“Woah take it easy there,” the nurse said, putting a hand on my shoulder to prevent me from trying again. “You need to stay lying down for a while longer, your body likely can’t tolerate going into an upright position just yet,” he explained to me. “Right now you need to rest. The doctor should be here shortly to check up on you to make sure you’re doing alright.”

I sighed unhappily but nodded in resignation. The image of Tamara’s face was burnt into my mind as I replayed the scene again over and over again. She had looked so scared and hurt, I felt terrible for putting her through what I imagined was a rather frightening experience.

My wallowing was interrupted by the arrival of the doctor, who I saw was the same I had met when first arriving at the Academy. “We meet again young man,” he said, though he clearly was far from delighted to be seeing me at the present. “That was a very foolish thing you did back there.”

“Yeah I know…” I replied, feeling the guilt weigh on my chest. Added to the fact that I fail at basically everything, I’ve also never exactly been known for being a particularly smart person. Even back at home, my family would usually avoid leaving me alone for extended periods of time.

“It’s a good thing your friend was there and that she was able to teleport you back inside when she did,” the doctor went on, his brows creasing into a concerned frown. He looked over at the monitor I’d been hooked up to and then picked up the chart on my bedside to examine it as well. “Thankfully you hadn’t gone far beyond moderate hypothermia and so your loss of consciousness was likely a form of rewarming shock.”

“I… I didn’t realize it had gotten that bad..” I said, feeling quite scared myself now that the reality of what had just happened was sinking in. “I wasn’t even shivering at the end.”

“Well that’s because shivering is only associated with the milder forms of hypothermia,” the doctor explained, putting the chart down and pulling out a small flashlight from his pocket. He then proceeded to point it in front of each eye and had me follow the beam with my gaze. “We already knew that you would be more sensitive to cold, but it appears now that because of your powers you’ve gone from warm blooded to cold blooded, no pun intended.”

“You mean, like a lizard?” I asked, my brain feeling a bit fuzzy as I tried to process what the doctor was telling me while spots danced in my vision from having the flashlight directed at my eyes.

“Yes precisely, or almost anyway,” the doctor replied, “cold-blooded creatures can’t internally cool themselves off while you have no problem with that. However, like them, you appear to have difficulty with generating sufficient body heat without some external help, which would explain why you progressed so quickly into an increasing hypothermic state.”

I simply blinked at him in response, his sciency explanations were too much for my thawing brain to understand. He appeared to see the look of overall confusion in my eyes and he gave me a small half-smile as he put the flashlight away in his pocket.

“The point is,” he went on, “from now on you will have to take extra special care to make sure you only spend short periods of time in cold environments.”

********************************************* I took the doctor’s word very seriously once I was allowed to leave the infirmary. Not only did I completely avoid going outside, I also made sure to always have an extra warm sweater as well as a hoodie wherever I went. While it might have been overkill, I didn’t want to risk anything happening again.

Mostly I kept to myself as the others gave me looks whenever I was in the common areas or the cafeteria. They had either been there to see me almost freeze to death or had heard about it as gossip spread rapidly around the Academy. I therefore spent the next few days in my room waiting for something new to happen so they wouldn’t be focused on me anymore. Time passed slowly though as I spent it alone seeing Tamara and I hadn’t spoken since the incident.

While normally she was constantly popping into my room to hang out, almost a week went by without me seeing her at all. She had obviously been very upset by my actions and I figured she was still mad at me about it. I really wanted to go and apologize, but, because of her teleportation powers, Tamara was very good at making sure she wasn’t able to be found if she didn’t want to be.

After a few days I decided it had gone on for long enough and decided to park myself outside her room. I figured if I stayed there at one point she’d have no choice but to talk to me. There was always the risk of her teleporting in and out of her room without ever having to use the door, but Tamara could usually only teleport so many times in a day before it started draining her too much and she risked ending up in the wrong place.

I decided then to go and wait outside her bedroom door after dinner time since she was more likely to be tired then and therefore less likely to use her powers to disappear on me. I’d been sitting there for a while, just scrolling on my phone as I waited, when I finally saw her walking down the hallway towards her room. She hadn’t noticed me yet, her head bent and gaze stuck around her shoes, looking about as miserable as I had been feeling.

“Tamara!” I called out, popping her out of her thoughts as her head snapped up at the sound of my voice. At this point she was about ten steps away from her door and I could see in her eyes that she was weighing whether it was worth it to try teleporting past me.

I stood up quickly and walked the distance between us, putting my hand on her arm. “Tamara, please,” I pleaded, “can we talk? I’d really like to apologize…”

She grimaced for a moment then let out a sigh. “Fine,” she replied, removing my hand and going to her bedroom door. I followed closely as she opened it, hoping that she wouldn’t dash in just to slam the door in my face. Instead she held the door open and gestured for me to come inside.

I went and sat down on the chair by the desk while Tamara shut the door before going to sit on the end of her bed. She glanced quickly in my direction before looking away and crossing her arms, visibly still quite upset with me.

I’d spent the time waiting outside her room going through how best to apologize to her, but in that moment all scenarios vanished from my mind as we sat in silence while I tried to figure out the best way to start. “So… I guess I’ll just start off by saying that I’m aware that what I did was really stupid and dangerous and I’m sorry for doing that to you…”

Tamara was silent for a beat before turning to look at me. “What were you even thinking doing that?” she interrogated. “Even without using your powers you’re more at risk when it’s cold, but with what you did you just made it 10 times worse! So what, you just couldn’t help but show off, right?”

I stared at her, surprised for a moment. It hadn’t occurred to me that by using my powers I’d put myself in even greater danger, although thinking about it now it did make sense. “No I wasn’t trying to show off, at least I don’t think so…” I replied, feeling quite uneasy. “I was failing at making a snowman the normal way just like I fail with everything else and then I remembered I have ice powers so, like, why not use the one thing I’m good at that’s actually relevant to the situation for once.”

“You’re telling me you made a snow person that looked just like me and it wasn’t just so you could look good in front of the others after they had made fun of you?” Tamara retorted, looking rather skeptical.

“I mean, maybe a tiny bit,” I admitted, “but mostly I did it because I thought it would make you smile. You’re always doing nice things for me so I just wanted to be able to do something nice for you too for once.”

“R-really?” Tamara asked, her tone now very different.

“Yeah, I just thought it would be funny for you to have a snow twin,” I said, letting out a nervous chuckle.

At this Tamara finally gave me a small smile before it fell away and she suddenly looked quite sad. “I guess I thought you had ignored my warning because you were too busy trying to impress the others. And maybe deep down a part of me was also scared that if it worked you were going to find new friends and wouldn’t want to hang out with me anymore…”

“What? Tamara no of course not…” I replied, getting up from the chair and going to sit down next to her on the bed. “You’re my best friend Tamara, you’re my only friend really. You’re also the reason nothing worse happened since you pretty much saved my life by teleporting us back inside when you did.”

“Damn right I did,” Tamara retorted with a smirk. “I hope you learned your lesson because I might not always be there to save your butt.”

“Oh don’t worry, I don’t plan on making the same mistake again,” I laughed. Tamara gave me a real smile this time and leaned over to hug me tightly.

“Okay enough talk about snow and ice now, how about we go get some hot cocoa?” I suggested.

“Good idea,” Tamara replied before teleporting us out of her room.

Chapter 5 

While I was quite happy to be hanging out with Tamara once again, our time together afterwards was somewhat short lived. Her one year at the Academy was coming to an end and shortly before Christmas she returned home to her family. Thankfully, during the holidays, the Academy made special allowances where they hosted an annual Christmas party and other fun events for family and friends. With this I was kept well occupied up until New Years after which things went back to normal, leaving me to find myself mostly alone once again.

I was able to see my family during visiting weeks of course, but I still wasn’t having much luck in finding any other friends now that Tamara was gone. No one really cared about me when I wasn’t using my powers and ever since my last incident I’d basically decided against doing anything ice related unless it was actually useful, which in the dead of winter it really wasn’t.  

Although my own one year milestone was still a good few months away, I figured I could start looking at different job possibilities to look forward to once I was able to return home. It was better than dying of boredom in the meantime. After all, the Academy had a department set up for the exact purpose of counseling and preparing those who wished to find themselves jobs once their time was up.

This didn’t end up being the most successful endeavor however. While the counselors were very nice and tried to look at different options with me, they had a hard time finding anything that would be a good fit. I’m not sure what I was expecting really, since by being not so great at basically everything I didn’t exactly have very many employable skills. The other issue is that usually the main solution is to try to find something that works with a person’s specific powers. In my case though, this didn’t pan out much since all the actual real jobs that would hire someone with ice powers involved working in very cold environments, and I was not going to make that same mistake twice.

“Unfortunately the only other option I can find is volunteer work,” Lenny, the counselor who had been assigned my case, informed me. “That means you wouldn’t be paid, but it would still be something if ever you’re interested.”

I left the employment center feeling quite disappointed as I headed towards the cafeteria. It was family visiting day and my mom would be arriving soon. Multiple parents and other family members had already started arriving as I entered the cafeteria and sat down at a table while I waited. A few minutes later I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Hi mom,” I said, doing my best to smile as I turned to hug her before she sat down next to me.

“What’s wrong honey?” my mom asked directly. “Something is up, I can tell.”

I blinked with surprise at this. I’d forgotten how perceptive my mom could be. “I… well…” I started, going on to explain to her my less than promising visit with the employment department. “So I might not be able to get an actual job once I’m done here…” I added, looking down at my hands, blinking my eyes madly as I tried not to cry.  

“I see,” my mother replied. She reached over to take one of my hands in her own and gave it a tight squeeze. I looked up at her to see her smiling warmly at me. “Demian, just remember that no matter what happens, whether you manage to find a job or not, you will always have a place at home waiting for you,” she said tenderly as her free hand went to wipe away a tear that had slid down my cheek.

I gave her a watery smile as I leaned in to hug her tightly. “Thank you mom, I love you,” I said, sniffling softly.

“I love you too sweetheart,” my mother replied, hugging me back just as tightly. “Always have and always will.

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After the visit with my mother I felt somewhat better about my future beyond the Academy. Though I still didn’t exactly know how I would ever manage to find a job, I also knew that I couldn’t give up trying.

My mood was also greatly improved by Tamara’s sudden and unexpected return to the Academy mid February. She’d had an unfortunate mishap with her powers, although she hadn’t really wanted to talk about it much upon her return. Bottom line was that she needed to be monitored at the Academy for another year now because of it. While I found that extremely unfortunate for her, I was also, rather selfishly, quite happy to have her back around.

It was only about a month later that she was finally willing to explain to me what had happened. Apparently when she had gone back home she had bumped into a former partner she had been dating not long before she had arrived at the Academy. They stayed in contact for the first little while after she had discovered her powers, however the long distance slowly became a strain on their relationship.

“At that point we agreed it was best to take a break and reconnect once I was able to go back home after my year was up,” Tamara explained to me.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about this?” I asked, feeling surprised and almost a bit hurt that I’d never heard about this before.

“I guess I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high just in case it didn’t work out,” she replied. “In the end that’s what happened because when I finally saw them again they were dating someone else…”

“Oh Tamara… I’m so sorry…” I said, gently putting my hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she said, though she had a sad look in her eye. “It was for the best really, I don’t think we would’ve lasted very long in the end. But this happened on Valentine's Day of all days so needless to say I wasn’t feeling great after that. After seeing them together with their new partner I almost ran home, trying not to cry. I tried to teleport back but instead of my room I somehow ended up on Mars.”

“Mars?! You mean, like the planet?” I asked, shocked and confused.

“Yep,” Tamara replied. “Luckily I quickly teleported back to Earth, first in Antarctica and then at the top of the Eiffel Tower. It took a few tries but I finally made it home before coming back here and begging them to put me on blockators. I felt like I was going insane.”

“Wow that’s crazy,” I said, not sure what else to say at this point.

“Yeah…” Tamara acquiesced, her gaze downcast. “I’ve never really been lucky with dating anyway so I guess it’s not really all that surprising. I am a bit much after all and I’m not really dating material…”

“Absolutely not!” I protested, offended that my friend could think so low of herself. “You are funny and adorable and super thoughtful and anyone would be lucky to date you!” I exclaimed, tapping the table with insistence with every new point I added.

Tamara laughed at my display, most of the sadness now gone from her eyes. “Thank you, I really needed that,” she giggled. “But that makes me think, what about you? I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned anything about dating either.”

“Oh,” I replied meekly, now that I was being put on the spot. “I haven’t ever really dated to be honest…”

“Really? Like you’ve never had a girlfriend… or a boyfriend?” Tamara asked, leaving the door open for me to fill in the blank.

I could feel myself blushing at this, feeling a bit embarrassed about the topic. “I, uh… I guess I’m not totally sure where I stand in terms of sexuality… it’s never felt super clear for me and I haven’t really had the chance to figure it out for myself quite yet.”

“That’s okay then,” Tamara said, smiling kindly. “There’s no rush for you to find an answer or anything. And if ever you do figure it out and feel like dating whoever it is will also be lucky to be with someone like you.”

“Thanks Tamara,” I said, smiling back at her.

“Just for the record, you’re great and everything, but you’re not my type dude,” Tamara stated matter of factly. We looked at each other seriously for a moment before both bursting into laughter so hard we were in tears.

**************************** Before I knew it there was only one month left before I was to leave the Academy. Poor Lenny was still doing his best to try and find me a job but unless I miraculously developed an actual useful workskill there was only so much he could do.

Of course I was allowed to stay on at the Academy once my time was up in order to volunteer and help with the newcomers. I would be allowed to room and board there by doing so but it wasn’t an actual job or anything and that wasn’t something that actually paid. Because of the laws and regulations put in place for awakened, there needed to remain a place for them to stay if they weren’t able to return to society for one reason or another. To avoid people taking advantage of that and using it as an easy way out to not have to work, the Academy stipulated that they would not pay permanent/long term residents. Instead it was a barter type system where those who wished to stay had to contribute in some form or fashion according to their powers or abilities.

Some people, both within and outside the Academy, still saw it as a lazy option while others saw it as the epitome of despair. I thought both those views were rather extreme and unfair. However, I also didn’t want to stay at the Academy forever. I wasn’t ready to believe that there was truly nothing out there for me, not yet at least. The only thing that made me feel better was knowing that Tamara was also still going to be around for a good few more months even if I did wind up having to stay at the Academy for longer.

There was also the option of going back home to my parents for a while before coming back to stay at the Academy. That way I could stay with them for a bit and then move back into the Academy the next time I would be coming in for my regular post one year check in to make sure my powers were still stable. As time went on I figured I would go with that option since I hadn't gone home in nearly a year and had mainly seen my parents during visits. That way I would get to spend some time with the rest of my family but also come back to be with Tamara for the time she had left at the Academy.

I was starting to pack my stuff when I heard an unexpected knock at my door. I was confused as to who it could be, since Tamara usually just let herself in at this point. Putting down the shirt I’d been trying to fold I went to open the door, surprised to see Lenny standing there. “Lenny, what are you doing here?”

“Hi Demian,” Lenny greeted me, “I know you’ve been planning on going home soon but I have some interesting news for you that might just change your mind…”

[seungmvnnie]

Ravenclaw!Renjun x Slytherin!Reader 

word count; 2.7k words (longest one yet, my bias really do be showing)

warnings; *very* suggestive kissing, female reader, bullet point au, unlike the other fics in this series, this one is pretty much entirely based on the build up to the relationship and has little about the characters together, enemies to lovers au. also i researched year 7 DADA content for this to make it realistic so never say i dont put effort into my writing ahahaha

Huang Renjun had been your enemy the second you had stepped foot into your first class at Hogwarts

It was only natural; you both came to school, bright eyed and ready, with the expectation and aspiration to be top of the class

you had read through and memorized all the books on the provided reading list before you had even boarded the train - everyone thought you were made to be a ravenclaw which is why it was a bit of a shock when you were sorted into Slytherin, but you supposed it was your ambition

you had planned to become the youngest minister of magic there had ever been since you were 4

which meant going to Hogwarts, achieving the highest grades and being top of your year, becoming prefect, head girl and going on to work in the ministry and work your way up

little did you know, Renjun also had big plans

to ruin your perfect record

the very first lesson you had with him; you hadn’t even noticed the quiet ravenclaw who sat behind you

that was until the Professor asked a question and he had stated the answer so confidently, you almost flinched

you had answered the first few, which was why his voice interrupting was so shocking

you hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to open your mouth

you knew the answer of course, you just weren’t as quick as he was

which is why the next time your Professor asked a question, you made sure to get there first

it continued like that the whole lesson, a vicious back and forth game of who could answer first

you enjoyed some healthy competition and all, but it was like he was purposely trying to annoy you

the final straw was when you turned around in your seat at the end of the class to glare at him and he had that stupid smug smile on his face that you learnt to despise over the next few years

ever since then, everything was a competition to you two

and everyone at Hogwarts knew it

quidditch

house cup points

you name it, you’ve had an argument over it

neither of you even played quidditch but you would still argue with him about how Slytherin was better

you even once partook in a particularly heated game of wizard chess that ended with a flipped chess board and a few choice words being shouted at each other

there were many people that Renjun didn’t like but you were the only one that could make him flip a wizard chess board in rage (Although, if you asked him he would say you were the one who threw it)

wizard chess was banned after that

everyone hated you for it

this competition was helpful to an extent; you were top of the class in most classes, except the very, very few in which Renjun had beaten you

your days were spent in the library, cramming as much as you could, the desire to beat Renjun outweighing your need for sleep or basic human needs

needless to say he was the exact same but you both made sure to sit as far away from each other as humanely possible in the library

you could honestly say the best day of your life was when you realized that you had made prefect and he didn’t 

that got held over him for a good two years

then again, Renjun could also say that he beat you in your O.W.Ls, so it evened out 

when you started dating Han Jisung in 6th year, who was another Ravenclaw, you had him reporting back Renjun’s grades in the classes you weren’t in with him

you both competed for who had the least amount of detentions given - you had 2, which were both caused by the few times your competition had turned physical and you had shot a few jinxes at him, and Renjun had 5, two from his incident with you and the other 3, a result of his unfortunate friends 

which meant both of you had pretty much squeaky-clean records

you attributed your near perfect grades and having the best record in your year as the main reason why, the summer before seventh year, a neat little green pin with, ‘head girl,’ had arrived in the mail

of course, you were happy that your parents were proud of you, but you felt a vindictive joy knowing that you had something new to hold over Huang Renjun

That was until, you showed up on the first day to the first prefect meeting on the Hogwarts express and were met with the one and only Huang Renjun, the pin on his chest sat bright blue with ‘Head Boy,’ proudly etched into the metal

according to the pale look on his face, he hadn’t expected you to be Head Girl either

Professor Lee, the Headmaster, seemed to recognize his mistake almost immediately, considering he had two teenagers debating each other in his office before the school year had even started

“You can hardly expect me to work with him-”

“Of course, you can’t expect us to work together, I actually know what I’m doing-”

“Know what you’re doing? You weren’t even a prefect you poser-”

“You’re right I wasn’t, but I’m still smarter than you!”

the Headmaster had silenced you both with a wave of his hand, before you could retaliate with the fact that you’re beating him at potions, what does he mean, smarter than you?

“Okay. If you can’t work together, that’s fine. However, I expect one of you to make the mature, adult decision to step down from your position, not push the other one to resign.”

You looked at each other

there was no way either of you were going to do that

He stared at you both for a moment, before sitting down calmly at his desk

“I chose you both because of your maturity, exam results and impressive behavior these past 6 years. I would appreciate if you both put aside this feud and worked together for your student body.”

You stared at your hands, refusing to look at Renjun as shame gnawed at your chest

“Now, back to your dormitories.”

And so you were stuck with him

you thought that perhaps, Professor Lee’s words of wisdom would create a newfound maturity

but no, he was the exact same annoying little shit he was before

just this time, he had authority

As Head Boy and Head Girl, you were required to do prefect duty late at night together

which essentially meant you both had to walk around Hogwarts late at night on a Friday and Saturday and make sure no one was out of bed and wandering the castle when they shouldn’t be

you spent those nights in an awkward silence

you wished you could split up but you had to walk around together for, ‘safety reasons’

realistically you thought that schools were meant to be safe to walk around late at night by yourself but Hogwarts is just built different

as head boy and head girl you were given the most hectic two days of the week as well, which meant you had broken up more parties than you were comfortable to admit

you had even caught your boyfriend at a few parties, but you discreetly avoided giving him detentions

he couldn’t say anything though, he had let off Donghyuck and his girlfriend when you had found them making out

speaking of which

the amount of times you had caught a half-dressed couple attached to each other was just kind of gross

the amount of time you spent with Renjun was starting to defrost you both a little

not a lot though; just simple things like how you would ask him how he found the potions homework

sometimes it would spark an argument, but you could now have a conversation without some sort of spiteful remark

you kind of had to; otherwise you were just left in silence

your time spent together was usually uneventful

 until the weekend of valentine’s day

that Saturday was valentine’s day and the day of a hogsmeade trip

Jisung had asked you to go, but you had an important Herbology exam on Monday, not to mention you had to be alert for prefect duty so you couldn’t be running around Hogsmeade

he had seemed annoyed, but he had always known how much your future meant to you

it seemed Renjun had thought the same because the only people in the library, or it seemed the entire castle was the two of you

prefect duty that night was the least awkward it had ever been

he had even said something that had made you laugh

however the lack of awkward tension between the two of you counterbalanced with the awkwardness of having to check every single broom cupboard you happened across as, as you had expected, many people had been affected by valentine’s day

what you hadn’t expected though, was to spot your boyfriend leaving the Gryffindor common room, hair disheveled and his t-shirt on inside out

“Jisung? What are you doing out of bed at this time?”

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights 

“Sorry, the Gryffindors were throwing another party again. You know what they’re like,” he laughed awkwardly

your eyes flickered down to the red and purple bruises which littered his neck

“I didn’t put those there. You were cheating on me, weren’t you?” You asked so matter-of-factly, that Renjun was somewhat taken aback

you were using the voice you used to answer the teacher or argue with him

you didn’t seem emotional at all

Jisung looked like he wanted to pretend, but his face fell into a tired, yet annoyed look

“Can you blame me?”

You blinked at him

“Yeah.”

“Your whole life is dedicated to another person, (Y/N).” Jisung gestured to where Renjun stood

“No it’s not! Don’t be so ridiculous.” You had scoffed

“You didn’t go out with me today because you wanted to beat him in a test and be awake to spend time with him.”

“That’s not true!”

“You didn’t spend time with me on my birthday because you couldn’t miss a prefect meeting or Huang would hold it over you. You made me spy on him, and he tried to get me to spy on you too. Ever since dating you my life has just been this whirlwind of Huang. You do realize everyone in school thinks you’re in love with each other!”

He was shouting at this point

You looked at him, unable to argue with him this time, but the coldness in your eyes refused to budge.

“That doesn’t give you the excuse to cheat. I’m breaking up with you.”

He rolled his eyes

“Fine. At least now you can fuck Huang to your hearts content, considering the whole school is already betting on it.”

Before you even had time to react, Renjun had shot across the hallway, raising his fist and, with a sickening crunch, broke his nose

“Renjun!” 

You grabbed his arm, pulling him back before he could do anymore damage

“Go to the hospital wing, Jisung.” You instructed

He glared at the two of you before swinging on his heel and leaving

you and Renjun didn’t look at each other for the rest of the night

or the next few weeks after that

Jisung had told everyone what had happened

he kind of had to, the bruising around his eyes gave away the events of the previous night

the whole school were watching you and Renjun intently, now that they knew how he had punched Jisung for you, thinking that this was finally it

you were finally going to get together

but you didn’t interact at all

not even to correct each other in class

the truth was, both of you were deliberating your feelings for each other

Jisung was right

you had told yourself that everything you did was for your career path, but why then did you have such a hyper fixation on Renjun?

you did well in life without your on-going rivalry with the Ravenclaw

was it just petty stubbornness? or was Jisung right in thinking that it was because of some other reason?

You found yourself staring at him in some of your classes

he was good looking, there was no denying that

but did you like him like that?

Renjun had been having the same internal battle 

why did he suddenly find it in himself to punch Jisung in the face?

that was incredibly unlike him

just the way he had spoken about you and to you had made him so angry

the year flew in, and soon it was June and you still hadn’t spoken to each other

It wasn’t until your very last day doing prefect duty that the silence was broken by you

“How’d you think you do on your exams?”

he looked at you, shocked. You hadn’t spoken to him in 5 months.

“Uh- good. I go stuck on familial curses on the Defense paper, but I think I did okay in the end.”

“Oh, I wrote that the spell needs to be tied to the bloodline as opposed to the surname.”

“I thought it was that you had to tie it to the surname, because it doesn’t count as a blood curse?”

“No, because if the caster doesn’t understand familial relationships it doesn’t work, any first year could understand that.”

He went quiet for a moment before mumbling,

“I’m going to cast a goddamn familial curse on you in a moment.”

“Why are we like this?” you asked, stopping your walk to pause for a moment in the middle of the hallway

He stopped too, but he refused to look at you

“You started it...” He grumbled, staring down at his feet.

You rolled your eyes

“Why did you punch Jisung?” You asked blatantly

His head shot up in surprise

“Why did you have Jisung spying on me?” He challenged back, taking a step forward

“Why did you have Jisung spying on me?” you repeated

you both fell silent, and only then you realized how close you had gotten

you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment

“If you’re going to kiss me, kiss me. Don’t pussy out now.” you uttered, your words sharp and cutting

“Oh, shut up.” He replied, rolling his eyes

“Make me.” You challenged

Grabbing your waist, he pulled you to his body, colliding your lips with his violently

you let out a muffled sound of surprise, not expecting him to follow through, but upon feeling the smile which had grown on his face at your shock, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you

you couldn’t let him win, not after the past how many years of sexual tension

your lips competed in mess of sloppy kisses, his hands moving down from your waist to your hips, pushing you against the wall in the hallway as yours moved to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair, using the way he gasped at the feeling to deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth

you let out a shameful groan at the feeling of his body pressing against yours and almost whined when he pulled away

your lack of contact didn’t last long, as he attached his mouth to your neck, biting down sinfully

you threw your head back against the cool stone wall which felt deliciously cold against the the heat of Renjun to allow easier access to him as he continued to suck marks into your skin until-

“Renjun?”

You practically threw Renjun off of you, ignoring how erotic the sight of his mussed hair and swollen lips were

in front of you stood the two hufflepuff prefects, Zhong Chenle and a girl who’s name you could never remember, staring at you

the girl seemed shocked, but Chenle simply had raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk on his face

you had forgotten him and Renjun were friends

“You do know I’m going to have to give you both detention for making out in the hallway. By your rules.” 

Renjun rolled his eyes

“New rule. We’re the exception.”

[curly-bangtan]

Heatwave Drabble #6: lovesick

(sorry i had to insert these gifs. if this isn’t the taehyung you’re imagining for heatwave, you’re unfortunately wrong.)

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles] <- read first! :)

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: You fall feverishly ill one morning, and the responsibility of looking after you falls onto Taehyung’s lap. Of course, there wouldn’t be a problem with that at all if the both of you weren’t so confused about your feelings for each other.

Genre: drabble, fluff, crack, little angst, fwb au, roommate au, f2l

Warnings: tsundere!y/n being bratty as usual, boyfriend but not ur boyfriend!taehyung who all our hearts belong to, “I love you so much” (I feel like that should be a warning lol), maybe confession who knows

Word count: 6.5k

A/N: It’s been over a month holy shit. But VOILA! Enjoy the calm before the storm and try not to bust a lung from all these feelings running wild. (requested by my bb @taexxxiiaa​.)

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Taehyung should have known something was wrong with you when you didn’t protests against him slipping into your room last night and crawling beneath your covers.

Usually, you would at least act like you don’t want him there, complain about his invasion with that trademark eye roll of yours, before snuggling back to his warmth, ass conveniently wiggling onto his poorly-hidden boner. His hands would quickly find your hips, one of them creeping under your shirt to cup your breast, lips latched onto the cradle of your neck. And before either of you knew it, he would be inches deep inside you, both still dressed because impatience and neediness gave way, and shedding of clothing isn’t necessary during copulation anyway.

But last night, all you did was hum a pleasant sigh at his arrival, eyes not even opening as you pull his arm tighter around your waist. Taehyung fell asleep beside you within minutes.

You have been feeling slightly under the weather lately, sniffly nose and funky throat. Most do in the harsh winds of January where winter has still yet to defrost into the floral bloom of spring. But when Taehyung had so much as mentioned the possibility of you maybe having a wee bit of a cold, you had been passionately adamant that you - you - are not one of those commonfolk who catches colds from a slight breeze.

“Do I look like a peasant to you?” You had scoffed in utter dismay at his proposition. The audacity! “I don’t get sick this easily, certainly not before you do. My immune system is superior and that’s a fact.”

However, you are soon to be haunted by your own words because what is a fact is that you are currently shivering in bed beside Taehyung despite your immense radiation of heat, skin scalding to touch, groggy even after ample hours of sleep.

Taehyung is a lazy riser, but your state has spurred his eyes to fly open, springing upright and instantly wide awake. The sheets around you are absolutely drenched in your sweat. As you’re still in the foetal position you had fallen asleep in, he carefully turns you on your back, you hardly rousing from such commotion that would usually wake you up. You would look rather peaceful in your slumber if it weren’t for the perspiration coated all over, damp hair matted to your face, and brows occasionally drawing almost as if in pain. When he places his palm against your forehead, he curses. “Fucking shit.”

You have a fever. That’s just grand, isn’t it? You should have listened when he told you to wear more layers but no, apparently fashion matters so much more than your own health. Superior immune system his ass.

“Hey…” Taehyung nudges your shoulders gently. No response, still shivering in your sleep. “Y/N, wake up.” He prods a little harder this time but, again, to no avail. This isn’t looking good. You’re not even stirring, and he knows you’re much lighter sleeper than he is. Taking your face in his hand, he shakes your face side to side, your heat almost burning his fingers. “Baby, please…”

Nothing.

Cue the panic unleashing in his head.

You have a fucking fever, and you’re unconscious, and you’re shivering like you’re hypothermic, and your forehead feels like a fucking kettle. What the hell is Taehyung supposed to do? He doesn’t know. Of course he doesn’t fucking know. You’ve always been the one to look after him. What does he do now? Should he call the police? Wait no, the ambulance. Yes! The ambulance! This is a medical emergency for sure, it has to be!

He reaches for his phone on the bedside table.

But wait.

As his thumbs hover over his screen, he realises that he doesn’t know the number for the ambulance. Is it just the same number as the police? Holy fuck, what does he do? Why is he so incompetent, what the fuck?

“Taehug…” At the sound of your voice, soft and nasal from your blocked nose, he spins around to you, heart leaping out his chest in relief. With one eye barely open, you’ve lifted your head as much as you can, clammy hand reaching for his jumper to tug him to you.

“Oh my god, are you okay? What the fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” Wasting not a second, he dives back to your side, fingers interlocking yours in a motion that’s like second nature to him. Jeez, you’re sweaty. “How are you feeling?”

The pale absence of tint in your lips speaks for itself. Your eyes are still not fully open, or more like they can’t be. You regard Taehyung with a slightly confused expression. “Burning. My head is killing me.” It’s barely even a whisper. Taehyung’s heart aches. It aches more knowing just how much pain you must be in to forget your pride and admit your vulnerability out loud. You never do that. Not even that time you fell over on the ice-skating rink and broke your wrist, yet insisted it had hurt no more than a bruise, even though Taehyung had seen how much you were wincing when you thought he wasn’t looking.

“Ah, okay, fuck. I don’t know what to do, Y/N. What do you need? Water? Ice packs? Ibuprofen? Are you hungry? Do you want some cereal?” Taehyung is duly aware of how much he currently resembles a concerned mother fussing over her sick child, but he doesn’t care. He’ll be mother hen if he has to.

“Shh… Too loud, Taehub…” Laboriously lifting your arm as if it weighs two tonnes, you silence him with a finger to his mouth. And he shuts up immediately. He shouldn’t, given the circumstances, but he savours your touch as your finger slides down his bottom lip when your arm drops. “Water, please.”

And like that, Taehyung is sprinting to the kitchen for a cool glass of water for you, ignoring the cold that slaps at his bare feet. He has never looked after a sick person before, this is all very nerve-wracking and stressful for him. He is so fast that he arrives back to you with only half the contents of the glass still contained, the rest spilled during his hurried journey.

Taehyung finds you sat up, looking a little more awake than half a minute ago but no more alive. Your hair is tangled the way it always is in the morning, and your face is puffy the way fluffy pancakes rise - the same way that makes Taehyung want to kiss you all over and tell you how much he likes pancakes and he likes you. But god bless, you’re just sat there, spaced out, staring off at the sloth drawings of your bed sheets, you poor thing.

Something clenches in Taehyung from how you kind of light up when you notice his approach, eyes twinkling and corners of your mouth turning up ever so subtly.

“Here.” He breathes, now especially weary of his volume so not to disrupt you. You jump at the cold that’s pressed on your lips, and take the glass from him as he perches by the bed next to you. Not that there was much to begin with, but you down the water like you do with vodka shots during happy hour. “Better?”

With a great sigh, you shut your eyes and shake your head. “No. I feel like we’re in a furnace, and someone is hammering my head.” There is something very gentle about your voice that Taehyung does not recognise at all. It’s soft, shy even, the completely opposite from the way you normally speak. And from the babyish way your lips are jutted out…

Taehyung doesn’t for a second doubt that the fever is frying your brain. Because your mannerism would never be this mild and soft-spoken in your right mind. You haven’t even sworn once despite the condition you’re in; that’s how he knows with absolute certainty that you’re not yourself.

Just as he is about to suggest taking you to the doctor, you pinch the material of your top and begin peeling it off. It rides up your damp skin to reveal your glistening waist. Higher. Over your ribcage. Higher. The underside swells of your breasts peeking through.

All sensible thought vacates him.

Nowadays, not much can fluster Taehyung anymore, so the attack of heat rushing to his face feels rather foreign, strangely tickling his chest. The female body is a frequent sight for him, especially yours, so this really shouldn’t faze him at all. It’s perhaps the context of this situation, how you are hardly conscious, completely vulnerable and beside yourself.

“Stop.” He catches the material of your rising shirt in your hand. You look at him with a cocked head when you notice his prevention, cheeks red from the fever, confusion worn so genuinely that he chokes. “Fuck- Don’t look at me like that while taking your shirt off. Stop taking your shirt off, even.”

“Look at you like what?” Your voice is soft, its usual cockiness absent. Just pure innocence. It shouldn’t suit you given your typical boisterous character, but it strangely does.

“Lookingatmelikesomeinnocentfuckingkittengoddammit.” He mutters under his breath, staring at the wall to avoid that heart-ruining expression of yours as he tugs your top back down. It takes everything in him not to dwell on those perversions. God, what is wrong with him? This is so completely inappropriate.

“But it’s hot…”

At a moment of weakness, Taehyung takes a glimpse at your face and, lo and behold, immediately gets shot in the heart by your beseeching pout. Not to mention the way you’re whining…

Fuck. Taehyung is going to fucking melt.

“Okay, but don’t take off your shirt just like that. Warn me next time.” He grips onto your shirt as tightly as it takes to ground himself, fist rested on your hip. You’re his friend right now. Nothing more. Stop being a sopping melt.

“Okay, sorry. But can I at least change into new jammies? These are too stuffy.” Disgruntled, you plead, eyes wishfully wide.

Jammies? Jammies? Are you kidding him? Taehyung is this close to banging his head against the wall. Who is this person sitting in front of him right now? Because he has never, never, in his two and a half+ years of knowing you, witnessed you like this. Literally who are you?

“Um, er, okay, so- How about, I’ll let you change into some lighter clothes, then we’ll get you to the doctor. How does that sound?” He tucks your hair neatly behind your ears and pluck on your lobe endearingly.

“What? No, please, no!” You throw your hands up and groan, narrowly missing whacking him on the chin. Now, you’re infamous for your stubbornness against medical care, steadfast to your belief that one’s body is sufficient in recovering itself in most cases. No pain killers, no cough drops, no flu medicine. Taehyung theorises that you like to suffer, gives you a good boost of self esteem knowing that you can endure the pain. He knows what you’re like with your pride and ego.

But now is not the time. “Why not? You’re burning up. Don’t be so headstrong.”

“I don’t want to move.” Sniff.

“I’ll carry you.” That makes you pause.

“Taehyung, no! I don’t wanna go.” Tantrum on the brink of bubbling, as you bang your fists against the mattress and cross your arms, frowning in displeasure at him. Ah, there’s the Y/N he knows. “And you better keep your distance too, or else you’ll catch whatever I have.” Sniff.

“I’ll keep my distance if you let me take you to the doctor.” Two can play this game. Taehyung’s stubbornness isn’t to shabby himself. And though in your past arguments, he has usually always been the one to be lenient and back down, he won’t budge this time.

“Stop being fussy, or I won’t drink any water or take any medicine and-”

“Stop being a brat, or I’ll kiss you right now.”

You shut up right away. It’s hard to suppress the smirk of triumph that overcomes Taehyung. “W-What?” You stammer, visibly shying away from you.

“Did I stutter?” He dares to provoke, before swiftly leaning his face into yours.

“Dude!” Even in your sickly state, your reflexes are quick, hand immediately catching over his mouth before he could kiss you. His face stops, inches away from yours, the only barrier between you being your hand. In such proximity, he can feel the heat melting off you, radiating into his bones. Your eyes, wide and panicked. “Are you crazy? You’re going to get ill too.” Taehyung swears the heavy tint in your cheeks is only partially due to the fever. He smiles against your warm palm, making sure to pucker his lips for emphasis of his intention. You are so fun to fluster.

“Then go to the doctor.” His voice his muffled by your hand.

“You’re so stubborn, god!” Oh, the hypocrisy. “Look. The doctor can’t do anything except give me some medicine to decrease my temperature. But fever is good for the body anyway. It’s optimising the temperature for my immune cells to fight off the bugs. This is gonna pass. Stop worrying.”

Lightly, you shove his face away and slide down the bed until you’re buried neck-deep by the covers, mouth pursed in a tight, irritated pout that Taehyung finds adorable.

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem with me kissing you then, if it’s nothing to worry about.” Taehyung hovers over you, dangerously close, and you quickly cover your own mouth this time. This is a fun game, one that he knows he will win. If there is one thing that can overcome your stubbornness, it’s his own health in jeopardy. And Taehyung doesn’t even feel remotely bad for taking advantage of that.

It’s not that he wants to catch this sickness from you… But if that’s what it takes to threaten you to seek medical help, then he’ll do it a hundred times.

Plus, he misses your lips, okay? It’s a win-win situation for him: either he gets to kiss you, or you let him take you to the doctor. Genius.

For a moment, you just stare back at him, fury brewing in those eyes that are no longer hazy from the fever but ablaze with annoyance and displeasure. But he already knows what your answer will be.

“You’re a bully, Kim Taehyung, you’re a fucking bully. I’m not going to speak to you ever again.”

Taehyung chuckles and hauls you out of bed.

.

You sulk at the way to the hospital, not uttering a single word to Taehyung as you swore you would. He’s kind of impressed, actually. Anything he asks you, you would reply with a nod, shake, or shrug. He guesses it’s a combination of your anger and genuine fatigue and light-headedness.

When he tries to loop his arm around yours in the Uber, you let him, but look out the window as if he isn’t right beside you. Hmpf, so this is what he gets for looking after you. Fine, he can handle it.

“Are you just going to ignore my presence, baby?” The pet name is intentional, to tease you further and see if you would break your silence to tell him off.

You don’t fall for it.

Instead, you briefly turn to him, give him a daggered look that says I’ll never suck you off again, and turn back around, pretending to find the empty streets wildly interesting.

“Fine, baby girl. Suit yourself.” Taehyung catches the driver’s amused eyes in the rearview mirror. Something along the lines of: women, am I right? He smiles and rests his head on yours for the rest of the ride.

Upon arrival to the hospital, you silently storm out of the car and register at the reception. Taehyung doesn’t quite understand why you’re so mad, and what exactly you have against doctors that appears to be so personal, but he is finding this rather entertaining.

The two of you are ushered to the waiting room by a kind-looking nurse roughly of his mother’s age, the type of kind that makes you want to pour your heart out and entrust her with all your secrets.

Still not a peep from you. Though many sniffs.

“How are you feeling right now?” He asks as he sits himself down on the seat next to you. It could be wishful thinking but your eyes soften when you look at him. You throw him a thumbs down before returning to the form you are intently filling out.

You are startled when Taehyung takes your chin in his long fingers, pulls you slightly closer to him and plants his lips on your fever-heated cheek. “I’ll get you some water then.” He gets up before he can dwell too long on your reaction, the way you are completely frozen, pen nib pressed so hard on the paper that a blodge of ink has oozed out of the ballpoint. If he dwells too long, he thinks his heart might do a funny thing.

As he walks towards the water dispenser in the corner of the room, he passes the nurse again, who smiles knowingly at him as she heads towards where you are sitting, no doubt to check up on you. God, he wants to spill all his feelings to this nurse. She reminds him of his grandmother when he was young.

Taehyung returns with a cup of cool water, this one more full than the one he’d poured for you this morning. He finds you chatting quietly to the nurse, the face mask she had just handed you resting around your chin, oblivious to his approach.

“You are lucky to have such a great boyfriend, young lady. Trust me, he’s a keeper.” The nurse muses at her.

Taehyung fully expects you to scoff or choke on your own spit, stand up and yell at the clueless woman: WHAT THE FUCK, HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND. EW. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Because that has totally happened before; people tend to mistaken you two as a couple everywhere you go.

Except... You just blink at the nurse, rather blankly as if trying to comprehend her words. Then you nod.

Just nod.

The paper cup almost slips out of Taehyung’s hand.

“Love, the way he looks at you? Anyone would die to be looked at like that.” The nurse continues.

Taehyung rushes to your side before she can say more.

“Here. Water.” Clearing his throat, he hands you the cup without making any eye contact. He hopes he’s not blushing but the heat rushing to his face says otherwise. When he glances up at the nurse, she is smiling at him as if she knows exactly what is going on in his mind.

“Thanks.” You whisper.

Oh, so you’re back to speaking to him now. Is it because of what she said? When your eyes meet, something clicks. An emotional click that tells him that your annoyance towards him had been a mask for your genuine gratitude. Taehyung’s chest is fuzzy with relief.

Not long later, you are called to the doctor’s room. Taehyung sits waiting for you outside, silently pondering the nurse’s words and your lack of protest.

.

“Come on, Y/N, what’s the point of going to the doctors if you aren’t going to take the medicine they prescribe you?” Taehyung lets out a rumble of frustration. A bottle of water and a packet of pills clutched in one hand, he is this close to plucking his hair out.

“The point of going to the doctors was to get you not to kiss me and catch the same flu. The doctor said this virus is contagious, and could still be at this stage.” Your voice, nasal from your blocked nose, is stifled further by the face mask. Changed into a t-shirt and shorts so you don’t sweat through your clothes again - yes, the shorts, the heatwave shorts - you cross your arms and roll to the other side of the bed. Taehyung’s hand is itching to spank your ass pink.

“That means I’ll probably get ill anyway in the next few days. We literally kissed yesterday.” He points out, and it might be psychological but his head is beginning to hurt a little. Of course, he wouldn’t dare tell you or else you’d turn this around and be the one fussing over him. “Come here.”

Taehyung locks his fingers around your ankles and drags you back towards him, ignoring your feeble squeak. He gives in and smacks your butt lightly.

“Oi!” You twist around and kick the shackles of his grip off. “You dare hit the sick?! My head is killing me as it is.” Sniff.

“Oh, so you admit that you’re sick? Why don’t you take the medicine then?” Forcing you onto his lap, he wrestles your battling arms and hold them in place behind your body. In any other situation, he would be awfully turned on right now. Something about your brattiness is a kink to him.

With the rest of your face covered by the mask, your eyes are fiercely emanating your obstinate defiance. It should be a scary look, your death glare, but after this long, anything you do in Taehyung’s eyes has been reduced to animated cuteness. He feels like he’s the only one who could go up against you like this without cowering. You’ve stopped struggling against his grip now, rather sulking as you’re perched on his thighs. He doesn’t hesitate that you’re unconsciously pouting behind that mask.

“Because I promise I’m going to feel better. Medicine is for the weak. The doctor said herself that the fever will subside tomorrow! Then what’s the point of administering these extra chemicals into my body if I’m recovering on my own?” You whine.

“To help you recover better!”

“Flu medicine is a scam. You’re too gullible-”

“Do you love or care about me at all?”

You tense at his abrupt question that appears out of the blue. “Well... yeah. You-You’re my best friend. Which is why I don’t want you falling sick too, so just shoo.” You’re squirming, trying to brush off your initial surprise at his question which is all the more accentuating your bashfulness. Taehyung just wants to kiss, god dammit.

“Then don’t you know that it’s killing me to see you in pain like this? To see my best friend burning up with a fever and refusing to let me look after her? Are you seriously that cold-hearted to let me suffer like this if you claim to love and care about me?”

Yes, Taehyung is playing this game. Emotional manipulation? Yes. Probably a little bit of a dick move? Yes. But does he care as long as it does the trick? No.

“Bro, you can’t use this against me. Just let me suffer, I like to suffer, this fever feels fucking fantastic.” When he lets your wrists go, you punch his arm lightly, frowning, though he can see the tiniest spark of amusement in your pupils. Not to mention the rise in your cheeks that indicates your attempt in hiding a smile.

“Shut up and be a good girl, or I’ll kiss you right now.” Hands running up your bare legs, he tugs you closer by the hip before resting his arms around your waist. Though you’re arching away, he sees your cheeks rise even higher.

“Stop trying to kiss me.” You groan overdramatically and try to wriggle away; you would think he’s the one with the illness from how much you’re trying to get away from him. When you proceed to clamp both hands over your masked mouth, Taehyung knows he’d sooner receive the ball of your foot to his temple than be able to feel your lips at this rate.

Okay fine, different approach. “I’ll cut my hair off.”

“What? No-nO. Dude that’s not fair, what the fuck?” Your whole body falls limp in defeat in his arms as you wail. Taehyung can’t help but laugh. “Okay I will take the stupid medicine. Please don’t cut your hair.”

“Okay, good girl.” Humming against your neck, he tries to hide the smug grin of his victory. “On one more condition though.”

“Wow, you’re literally using my love for your hair as blackmail, you dick. Spit it out.” He feels your fingers sink through his long untamed curls, tips massaging his scalp like your lover. Taehyung sometimes feels like you love his hair as if it is a completely separate entity from him, like if you could marry his hair, you would.

“Let me kiss your mouth.” He looks up at you, craned neck and sheepish smile. He knows he’s being unfairly demanding, especially of someone who is ill. But it’s been over 12 hours since you have last kissed. 12 hours. Come on. He’s only human.

“Taehyung, I swear to G-” If your legs weren’t straddled around him, he knows his chest would be met with your foot.

“And I swear to God I’ll get a buzz cut.” Not even bluffing. Every other guy goes through a crisis at some point in their life and gets a god awful buzz cut. Nothing special.

“OH MY GOD- NO. BUZZCUT? NO. Okay, okay, quickly kiss me over the mask, then I’ll take the fucking meds.” The utter horror and mortification that detonates across your face has Taehyung cackling. In the back of his mind, he wonders if you’d still like him with no hair. He’s sometimes afraid that you wouldn’t. But then again, he has vomited on your face before, yet you still like him. So there’s that.

“Wait over the mask?” It just registers with him what you said.

“I’m all gross. You don’t want to kiss me on the lips anyway.” Your gaze falls as you sniffle for probably the thousandth time today, hand reaching to scratch the back of your neck but dropping it right away when you realise that it’s a nervous tick.

Taehyung sighs. “Over the mask is better than no kiss. I’ll take it.”

As his face approaches yours, he is keenly aware that you’re unwilling to meet his eyes. Cute. Soon, your eyes are level with each other, yet you only dare peer at his nose. He boops his nose to yours, breath separated only by the thin material of the mask, waiting for you to lean in.

But when you make no move to initiate it, Taehyung smiles. God, since when did you become so shy. He knows he tends to have this effect on people but since when did he turn you into a blushing, eye-avoiding mess?

He doesn’t expect much when he places his mouth over yours. The gauzy material of the mask grazes his lips, smelling like the overly-sanitised stench of hospital. So he is surprised to find something in him tingle slightly, even despite such physical obstruction of intimacy. The white fabric folds over the curve of your lips to mould with his. He feels a rush of cool from the sharp inhale through your nose.

He pulls away sooner than you want. Your expression is confused by the short duration of the kiss, so not what you expected and is used to.

“I’m sorry, that’s not going to do it for me.” Taehyung rasps. And with that, he pinches the mask down and presses fully onto your lips.

Your heat that greets him sends a surge down his spine. Jeez, you are burning. But he’s pretty sure he is too, from the way he can hear his blood pounding in his ear. You are completely static at first, frozen in place from shock of his boldness. He can wager what exactly is going on in your head. This boy. This boy has some fucking nerve.

And that is correct, he does have some fucking nerve.

But soon, you are kissing him back, probably not out of your own free will but simply from the natural instinct that overrides you when met with his lips. Nowadays, kissing each other feels like sinking into your bed after a long day at college. Comfortable, heart-warming. Kissing other people doesn’t feel half as nice, just like how no bed ever feels like your bed.

Taehyung can sense how much you’ve been longing for this as well from the low gentle vibrations of your throat as you purr. Your entire face is a few degrees hotter than it normally is, and worry is gnawing at the back of his brain almost irrationally. Because he knows that as much as you are bickering with him and acting playful, your head must be hammering. The last time he’d checked, your temperature was still 39˚C.

He has to be the one to pull away again. “You’re burning.” He watches your eyes linger on his glistening lips before glancing up. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine…” You whisper, leaning up to peck his lips several more times. There are moments where Taehyung’s heart completely clenches, like seizes. You say you don’t want to kiss him for his own good, yet here you are savouring his taste like you can’t get enough. Fuck. Taehyung is feeling things.

“Are you sure? Here, take this.” He passes you the bottle of water and packet of medication that were carelessly tossed to the side when he was busy holding you. Without protest, out of fear for the fate of Taehyung’s hair no doubt, you pop a pill out of its foil bubble. “Two pills at once, three times a day.”

“Yes, dad.” You roll your eyes and put them in your mouth, swallowing without so much of a gag.

Taehyung sucks in. “Don’t say the d-word.”

“Wh- I purposely said dad, not daddy.” Flabbergasted by his implication, you scoff and remove yourself from his lap, rolling back under the covers until no more than a burrito with your face peeking out. “I can’t believe you are even thinking about that, nympho.” Sniff again, though you make no effort to put your mask back up.

“Hey, I’ve been so good, I was just warning you! That’s a triggering word for me.” Taehyung joins you under the cool duvet. “You have absolutely zero right to call me a nympho. Do I have to remind you of the time you called me out of my lecture so we could fuck in the toilets in the middle of a school day? Or that time in the library-”

“Shhh. I’m ill, my memory is a little hazy.” You smile, rather wholesomely, at him.

Sometimes, when he looks at you, he can look through the narrow windows of your ego and view the persona that lie within. Just a girl who loves kisses and cuddles and making bad decisions at 3am.

And maybe a girl who loves him.

.

You fall asleep fairly quickly after the medication. One would have thought that would give Taehyung plenty of time to make use of his day, maybe start an abstract painting or finish his coursework due in a week and a half. But nope.

Taehyung has discovered that he has an extremely irrational fear of you being sick. He simply couldn’t stop himself from going into your room every 15 minutes, making sure that you’re still breathing and placing cold towels on your sweat-beaded forehead to help your temperature drop. You are in deep sleep, shallow breaths, no eye movement. He may have snuck in a few cheek kisses just to check if you’re really asleep, and you were. He still kissed you a bit more anyway.

After a whole evening of restlessness, he finally decides to give up and go to bed. He debates sleeping with you, just for his own peace of mind, but you probably want your own space anyway.

So, after brushing his teeth and changing into his so-called jammies - he will give you shit for that once you feel better - he quietly creeps into your room one last time with a fresh towel. With soundless steps, he perches lightly on the edge of your bed, eyes adjusting to the pitch darkness.

This time, you wince slightly at the cold wetness of the towel, rousing, but not completely conscious.

“Taehyung?” Your voice is incredibly hoarse, barely a croak, so he scrambles for your bottle of water and feeds it to you.

“Hey, it’s me.” He murmurs softly, and resumes wiping your forehead gently.

“Wh… are you do..g here?” Incoherent syllables indicate how you’re mostly still asleep.

“Looking after my baby. I’ll go to bed and leave you to rest soon.”

When your hand abruptly flies up and clamps around his, Taehyung jumps. You’re freezing. “No. Don’t go, please.”

His mind doesn’t know what to respond to first, your sudden cold sweats, or your request for him to stay. His chest squeezes. “I- H- You’re freezing, Y/N.”

“I know, but please stay.” In the dark, Taehyung can only barely make out the shape of your face and see that your eyes are still shut. Maybe you’re dreaming.

Please stay.

“Okay, don’t worry, of course I’ll stay. But just please tell me how you’re feeling?” He climbs in at the other side of the bed and presses his palm on your neck. Your temperature regulation is fucked up by this fever. Seeing you like this makes something in him crack.

“Finenowthatyou’rehere.” You snuggle up to his chest and mumble into his hoodie, already beginning to fall back into heavy slumber.

Chest squeeze, again.

Taehyung feels his own heart pounding. These words of endearment are rare from you; he’s going to hold on to them for as long as he can. He plants a kiss on your forehead. “Of course I’m here. I’m always here.”

He is such a sap, he knows, a hopeless fool. But you’re his missing part, he feels it in his bones. He hopes that he’s yours too.

Then you mutter something inaudible into his chest. The iciness of your touch flails his back as your hands reach beneath his hoodie to hold him tighter. There’s something about the way the scene is set, how you’re delirious from your fever, clinging onto him in complete darkness of your room. Taehyung’s emotions are flooding.

“What was that?”

“I love you so much, Taehyung.”

His brain short-circuits entirely. It just switches off.

I

Love

You

So

Much,

Taehyung.

Words that he’d never expected to hear from you, not tonight, not any time in the near future, and certainly not unprovoked like this, utterly at your own accord.

Then his brain turns itself back on again, and is instantly swept away by the chaos that breaks out. “W... What do you mean by that?” He needs to know that he’s interpreting this correctly and rather than hearing what he wants to hear.

“Mmmm...” You groan sleepily. Taehyung shouldn’t take this too seriously right? You’re not even in your right mind. Your head is still buried in him, inhaling his scent like he is your oxygen. “You know what I mean. I just mean I love you a lot more than I love myself.” Sniff. “I love you big and tall and wide. I love you and only you, that’s it.”

I love you a lot more than I love myself. I love you big and tall and wide. I love you and only you, that’s it.

Taehyung feels a sting in his eye, what the fuck.

He isn’t moving. He doesn’t think he can. And so you just lay there in each other’s arms, in complete silence, but also not silence because you had just declared your love for him and all his thoughts are screaming.

What the fuck is ‘I love you big and tall and wide’? He fucking loves you big and tall and wide too.

Okay. Okay. Let’s stay calm.

No. He loves you.

He has loved you for a very long time, and a part of him has always known. It’s you. It’s always you. The way you met. The way you found each other. The way everything fell in place in his life after you. It’s fate. It’s all fate. And it’s all you. Because Taehyung is not a violent person by any means, but he would kill for you, he would do anything for you. It scares him.

And that’s just the funny way that love works. A lot of the times, it is standing right there in front of you, waving its hands and shouting for you attention. And you dismiss it at first because you mistake it for friendship, even though there’s an inkling in you that has considered the possibility that it’s more than that. So you go about your life, day by day with this person who you love but don’t know you love yet, collecting your little moments together into a heart-shaped glass jar without realising it. Until one day you look at the jar and see that it’s completely full.

His heart is full. His heart is full of you.

He doesn’t know what to do or what that means. He isn’t even sure of his own feelings, whether it is a heat of the moment confusion, or a cauldron of bubbling emotions at the brim of spillage.

But no, he is sure.

He knows that he loves you. He knows it.

Because why else would nothing boil his blood more than the sight of you in the arms of someone else? Why else would nothing hurt more than seeing you in pain like this? Why else would nothing bring him more joy than simply sitting next to you, being able to touch you, making you laugh? And why else would it feel like he can spend the rest of forever just looking at you, memorising your details while you play with his hair that you love so much?

He loves you.

It is perhaps the darkness that gives him such courage, because he gathers himself and says, “I love you. So fucking much, I love you, Y/N. I thought I knew what love was before you, I thought I was happy and content with my life. But now, I can’t even remember what I was like without you. Because that guy wasn’t me. I’m not me without you. And I love you. I entirely belong to you. And I love you.

“I love you a lot more than I love myself. I love you big and tall and wide. I love you and only you, that’s it.”

And it’s like a weight has been lifted off his chest. His insides aren’t twisted into knots anymore. Suddenly, he can see with such clarity. In the dark, he only sees you.

He sees you fast asleep against his chest. Arms looped around his waist in a way that makes him never want to leave his bed.

Taehyung takes a deep breath and exhales. Maybe from relief.

You are asleep. You hadn’t heard.

Yes, he is definitely relieved. He doesn’t think he’s ready to face the consequences of his feelings yet if he had really just poured his heart out to you. You probably didn’t mean it that way anyway; he is overthinking.

But the ‘I love you so much, Taehyung.’ The heartfelt passion in your voice could not have been his imagination.

So, with a great sigh, he makes use of the fact that you’re asleep to rehearse it a few more times.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

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02/02/19

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act IV

Genshin Impact | TartaLi/ZhongChi

Summary: It was the way Zhongli’s warm amber eyes suddenly were not as warm anymore. The way he looked at him with a piercing look, void of remorse, as he handed his gnosis over willingly to go on a whole tangent about how his “duties were done”. It was the way he turned and treated the precious traveler with the same amount of kindness and gentleness the Childe had received the previous night, with such ease; it was a look he thought was reserved only for him. It was the way he was able to turn back around, stare at Childe with an unreadable gaze, and walk away without so much of a goodbye.

Or, Zhongli and Childe finally have the conversation that was long overdue.

A/N: I’ve been playing genshin for roughly four or five months now, I can’t remember exactly when I started, but boy do I love it. No you don’t understand, I’m obsessed. But these two have been taking up room in my big brain, so I wanted to write for them. It’s been awhile since I wrote for pleasure so hopefully this is satisfactory :,) and tomorrow, I’m back to school, so I thought I’d enjoy my last day of freedom and post this today. Fun fact, I’m minoring in professional writing, so I’m hoping that it’ll improve my writing skills when I write for luxury, too. Anyway, this was a really fun piece for me to write and I hope you share the sentiment.

Also thank you guys for being so patient with our inactivity and just being such a chill audience to write for. Other social media platforms have become so...demanding haha. I appreciate y’all! Feel free to message us or talk to us about whatever :) -u.n.

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Spoiler alert: this fic does contain spoilers for the A New Star Approaches arc, so read at your own risk.

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In Childe’s line of work, he is no stranger to betrayal.

Working as a Fatui Harbinger meant an unhealthy amount of fighting, betraying one person, deceiving another, and then on occasion, getting betrayed himself. It was all in a days’ work. Childe knew he would just have to roll out his neck and move on. He’s done it before, he can do it again. He would think that, after nineteen years of this grueling rinse and repeat, that he’d be able to tolerate a lot in the field. In fact, working with that wretched colleague of his, Scaramouche, and serving the Tsaritsa with a loyalty unmatched explicitly calls for the patience and tolerance of a saint.

Alas, Childe is the furthest thing from a saint. And still, Zhongli’s betrayal stung the most out of anyone else’s, the reason still unbeknownst to him. He tells himself that it’s because he had actually befriended the other man. That, unlike his other missions, he developed more of a friendship with Zhongli than he has with anyone else in the past. Not to mention how he really thought he’d find the gnosis, in all its golden glory, seated deep within the Exuvia, and not within his friend.

Which is why after he watches Zhongli hand over his precious gnosis to Signora of all people, Childe makes haste to return to the inn he had been staying at to furiously pack his things and leave first thing in the morning. Seeing Signora in Liyue so close to Zhongli had triggered a deep seated feeling of possessiveness over him and the city. Liyue was his territory, as far as he was concerned. It was assigned to him by the Tsaritsa and no one else. And yet, despite his unspoken possession over Liyue, its people turned against him and viewed him as the enemy. As if Childe didn’t already know that. As if he hadn’t already grown up with a layered villain complex, subconsciously looking for a fool with a hero complex to match him. Then entered Zhongli, making himself at home in Childe’s life, and he was immediately enamouring the Harbinger.

Screw Liyue.

Screw all their traditions, the stupid glaze lilies, the delicious cuisine, the obvious livelihood that fills the streets in stark contrast to his own icy hometown, screw all those goddamn unnecessary mountains, that fish market with that abhorrent smell he gradually got used to, and screw Rex Lapis. Screw Zhongli, that handsome bastard, for stringing him along like his plaything the entire time.

Childe knows, he gets it, that Zhongli simply did what he had to do because it was best for his people. And what other way for the oldest of the seven to go, if not for a grand finale? And yes, Childe admits, luring out Osial was a stupid move, but it certainly served its purpose for testing the strength of Liyue and its defenders.

Zhongli and Signora knew he would do something stupid and reckless as soon as he caught wind of the Exuvia serving as a decoy. They knew, and they played the game so well, that Childe really thought he was the mastermind puppeteering the whole show.

What a fool he was made out to be.

Childe aggressively shoves blazer after blazer into his travel duffel, angry, pathetic tears pooling at the corners of his eyes without his consent. He sniffs angrily and swipes at his cheek as soon as the first tear falls.

Fuck this, he’s not crying over a god, he still has some dignity.

But still. Pride aside, it hurt. And it wasn’t even necessarily the deceit that hurt the most. He’s dealt with that previously. It was… more personal. More of an internal struggle than an external issue. Childe truly hates those the most. At least he can shove his fist through any external problem, but he can’t exactly do the same with his feelings, or whatever they’re called.

It was the way Zhongli’s warm amber eyes suddenly were not as warm anymore. The way he looked at him with a piercing look, void of remorse, as he handed his gnosis over willingly to go on a whole spiel about how his “duties were done”. It was the way he turned and treated the precious traveler with the same amount of kindness and gentleness the Childe had received the previous night, with such ease; it was a look he thought was reserved only for him. It was the way he was able to turn back around, stare at Childe with an unreadable gaze, and walk away without so much of a goodbye.

The same eyes that gazed at him with such affection and kindness were suddenly replaced with the eyes of a soldier. And it was only then that Childe fully realized the force he was reckoning with. Zhongli was a withered god who lived too long for his own good. A powerful deity that held the ability to shake the ground with a look; he who had been humbled by time and his sharp edges eroded by the millions of faces that passed him. Simply put, Childe was just another one of those faces. And again, he understood. If he lived for six thousand years, he wouldn’t want to be alive after the first hundred.

It was the duality that dug the blade deeper into his already bleeding chest. He felt used.

“I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, Childe,” Zhongli had said to him on a warm Liyuen night, “a friend of mine, a long time ago, told me that I was… bad at connecting with people. Emotionally stunted, is what she called me. And she is correct, as I have definitely struggled with making connections in the past. But with you… it’s different. It’s easy.

Childe is thankful for the discretion that night provides him; Zhongli would have easily spotted the blush spreading across his pale cheeks had it been daytime.

“So you had trouble making a couple friends, so what?” The ginger shrugs, “I wasn’t the best at making friends, either. My mom always said I was too aggressive. Apparently that’s not such an appealing trait, after all.”

Zhongli chuckles, a beautiful sound. “It was a bit deeper than that, I’m afraid. Understanding the complexity of another’s emotions was always difficult for me, whereas she… she was loved by everyone. Adored by the youngest of fawns to the oldest of horses. It came so naturally to her. I was the opposite. Not that everyone hated me, no, people just had a harder time getting close to me. Which is why, upon meeting you, I was shocked to find that we clicked so well. Befriending you was as easy as breathing air.”

Oh, Archons, help him.

“And,” Zhongli continues, as if he hadn’t already wrecked the man six ways to hell and back, “I must sincerely thank you for indulging me once again.” The deity glances down at the bag full of antique trinkets in his lap. Childe’s lips turn upward into one of his more genuine, rare smiles.

“What’s with you tonight?” Childe responds, and Zhongli looks at him questioningly , “I mean, you never had a problem with me spoiling you rotten before. You’ve never even acknowledged it. Why start now?”

Zhongli tears his gaze away from the Harbinger.

“And,” the ginger continues, “it almost sounds like you’re saying goodbye.”

Zhongli smiles at him then. He wore a kind look on his face, eyes so impossibly warm that it reminded him of his grandmother’s pirozhki. Hot and steaming from the center, melting on his tongue, dissolving deliciously in his mouth and defrosting his entire body. His smile felt like it wrapped itself around his chest and squeezed the best way possible, fitting him back together in places Childe didn’t even realize he had broken.

“What makes you say that?”

Oh, Childe is pissed.

Fuck tomorrow morning, Childe is leaving tonight.

The memories of last night crash over him not unlike a tidal wave and suddenly, he’s drowning. Filled out the brim with a familiar rage burning through his chest and searing his finger tips, his legs, his fucking toes.

He stands abruptly when he realizes he’s been sitting and resumes his packing. It doesn’t take very long after that. A couple toiletries get shoved into the side pockets, his vision is hooked back onto his hip, and his mask is slid into its’ usual spot on his head. He looks at himself in the mirror on the way out and scowls at the way his hair looks more disheveled than usual. Red rims his dulled blue eyes, forcing him to accept that maybe he cried more than he’d like to admit. Whatever.

He swings the door open and-

“Childe,” lo and behold, Zhongli stands in his fucking doorway, “I’d like to talk to you, if that’s alright.” The man looks slightly disheveled. He’s a little out of breath, Childe notices, like he ran up those ridiculous flights of stairs to get to his room- which, by the way, he never disclosed that information with him.

The man in question huffs a laugh. “It’s not.”

He makes a move to brush past him, but is stopped by an unreasonably strong grip around his bicep.

“Tartaglia,” he pleads, “please.”

Childe snatches his arm back and spits, “don’t call me that.”

He retreats back into his room anyway, hearing Zhongli close the door behind him. He dumps the bag back onto his bed and curses himself for not leaving a millisecond earlier.

“You’re angry with me.” Zhongli starts, face as unreadable as ever.

“The sky is blue. Snezhnaya is cold. Are we still stating the obvious here?” He’s too angry to carefully choose his words. Too hurt to slip on his pleasant facade.

“Tartaglia,” he presses, and Childe really hates how his name sounds on his tongue, “I truly am sorry for the way things had to go. It was not in my intentions to… hurt you to the degree in which you feel. I simply was upholding the end of my contract and doing what was best for my people. I implore you to believe that making you feel used was not my main objective.“

Oh god, his apology sounds so robotic.

“So you’re aware that what you did was a little fucked up.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re aware that almost the entirety of Liyue places the blame on me.”

“Yes.”

Well, shit. “Good talk, Zhongli-xiansheng. If you’ll excuse me, I must begin my trip home.”

He stomps toward the door only to be stopped once again. Archons, if Childe had any motivation left, he most certainly would challenge him to a spar. The ginger huffs, and looks to the heavens in a silent plea for patience.

“Tartaglia, please, I’m not finished-“

“Yeah, well I am.” Their eyes lock. Blue meets gold in a hostile hold, refusing to break. “The second you handed your gnosis over, my business here was done. Whatever… relationship we had is done. You were my consultant and was a Harbinger here for business. A Harbinger that you obviously used for your disposal. So now that that’s over and done with, I really need to report to Tsaritsa, lest she have my head on a silver platter-“

“I spoke with Tsaritsa already.” Zhongli cuts in, his grip tightening around Childe’s wrist. “I asked her for more time with you.”

“You what.”

“Surely you are curious about the deal I struck with Tsaritsa. The contract to end all contracts, yes?” Childe’s wild look on his face eggs him to continue, “I struck a deal that granted you more time here in Liyue. With me.”

Childe is silent for a moment. The ex-Archon opens his mouth to continue.

“And I’d like to say I’ve known you long enough to know that you seek freedom. From what that may be, I do not know. But Tsaritsa has agreed to give you a choice, at the very least, a temporary one. An extended vacation or complete retirement is a choice to be made by you.” Zhongli finishes, looking to Tartaglia with hope.

“THAT is worth your fucking gnosis?!” Zhongli’s gnosis. The entire essence of his being. The very thing that makes him divine (thought it certainly isn’t the only thing that makes the man ethereal), was traded for him.

“Yes,” Zhongli replies with such ease it makes Childe’s head spin. “Among other things, of course.” An aggressive why is lodged in the back of Childe’s throat. Why me? A million questions swirl around his head, knocking him off balance. He would have swayed on his feet had Zhongli not been there to hold him upright.

“That’s insane. You’re insane. You…” Childe lets out a tired sigh, “I don’t understand you.” And he doesn’t. Because one minute he’s a cold hearted businessman, and the next he’s at his door, reduced to a mortal, begging him to stay. Granting him freedom. Really, what kind of fucked up game is this? Why didn’t anyone tell him he was a part of it?

Zhongli smiles. He smiles. “You remember our conversation from the night before, yes?”

Childe rolls his ever-blue eyes to the back of his head. “Remind me, Zhongli-sensei,”

“I said,” the deity starts, drawing both of Childe’s calloused hands between his own, “that I struggled to connect with others. Guizhong, the Goddess of Dust, was the one to bring to my attention my emotional constipation. And like I said, she was correct.”

Childe’s anger withers.

“Unfortunately I understand naught of the depth of your feelings of betrayal,” he continues, “but I do wish to understand how deeply humans feel. And in our time together, I’ve begun to understand through you. Despite your… complexities. And I wish to continue to learn. With you.” I wish to feel human is left unsaid, and laced between his words instead.

“What are you saying,” the Harbinger asks weakly.

“Take me with you.”

“What.”

“Take me with you. Wherever you go, I will follow, if you will allow it.”

Well duh, he’d allow it. Zhongli just had to work for it a little more. He can’t just waltz in here after breaking his heart and ruining his trust, demanding his friendship and companionship or whatever, after everything he was put through-

“Okay.”

Very nice ass to mouth filter, Ajax.

Zhongli’s eyes glow impossibly brighter, “Okay?”

Childe tugs his hands back to his side. “Yes, yes, fine. Whatever. But you can’t just. You can’t just use me again in the name of experimentation.”

“Tartaglia, I would never,” he assures him vehemently, “Of the seven, I was always the one most oblivious to emotions. You may ask Barbatos if you want. But I know that what I feel for you is real and I would not trade it for the world.”

Childe’s mind reels. Barbatos? Feelings?

“‘What you feel for me?’”

Zhongli cocks his head in confusion, as if his feelings were the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, yes. And you feel the same, no? It need not be said aloud.”

“It really doesn’t,” Childe affirms, “you can save me the embarrassment.”

“Wonderful,” Zhongli’s face brightens, and it’s only then that Childe is hit with the full realization that Zhongli is free. No longer is he tied to the city and burdened with the weight of the people. No longer does he have to associate himself with the likes of the Tsaritsa. Finally, after centuries and centuries, he is allowed the pleasure to smile so brightly despite feeling pained for finally leaving his people. He is Zhongli, and no longer Rex Lapis. Morax is long gone, too. The man before him is a man reborn, and Childe’s heart aches with happiness for him.

“Okay, well,” he clears his throat when he notices he’s been quiet for too long, “it’s been a long day and I’m tired. I think I’m just gonna take a shower and turn into bed and think about the rest tomorrow. Save it for future Childe, you know?”

He pads over to his hastily packed back and zips it back open, pulling out the toiletries he aggressively shoved in less than an hour ago. He digs his fingers into his neck and sighs at the release of tension. Summoning an angry ocean god took a lot more out of him than he anticipated.

“I agree,” Zhongli says, and begins to strip. “Personally I prefer the left side of the bed.”

Childe gawks at him.

“You-!” Truly an emotionally constipated god, indeed. He sighs and his shoulders droop, the fight leaving his body. “Fine. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“I eagerly await your return,” Zhongli comments passively as he slips under the covers, a book he didn’t even know he was carrying tucked under his arm. Childe sighs for the nth time that night and turns to close the bathroom door behind him.

Future Childe certainly has a lot to deal with in the morning.

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Baby It’s Cold Outside (Snowed In)

The first prompt in 12 Days of Christmas by @zelink-prompts​ 

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Summary: The trip to Hebra didn’t go quite as expected when Zelda and Link are forced to take cover from a snow storm.

Pre-BotW, HWAOC centered, but it’s a little mix of both

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Zelda absolutely could not believe her luck. Well, she could, but she would rather pretend that she couldn’t so she could keep a cap on the bottle of anger that threatened to burst. Everything was beginning to catch up with her now that the sun was setting, and she didn’t have the safety of her bedroom and pillows. What she had instead was a headache, and she was very cold despite her winter coat, and she was hungry, and she was exhausted.

Hebra was a beautiful region, but the snowstorms and blizzards were anything but. They were biting and vicious, and never ending it seemed. She’d come here for one reason only--to try and prompt Revali to give her an answer. He thought it would be just fitting to make her wait, and she didn’t want to seem pushy, especially when her own powers were still dormant, but they certainly didn’t have forever. She didn’t want to be annoyed with the Rito, but Calamity Ganon was not going to wait for an answer, even if he was the most skilled warrior among his people. She also didn’t want to seem spoiled, but she couldn’t help finding it rather offensive that he wanted so badly to make her wait. What did he want her to do, get on her knees and beg? 

But then they were interrupted by one of the storms, a blizzard that came from nowhere. Of course he had gone off to do whatever it was, and she was left behind with Impa. Which wasn’t bad--she loved Impa. She simply found it infuriating to be left in the dark. So, just as any other sensible, curious, responsible person would do, she traversed into the blizzard anyway. And what did she find at the end of the tunnel but her knight and the potential Rito champion trying to kill each other?

Needless to say, it had been a long day. She got her answer at last, but really, at what cost? 

And now the blizzard kicked up again with twice the force as before, and she had to keep a hold on Link’s hand so they didn’t get separated. She didn’t speak and if he did, she couldn’t hear him. She held her other arm over her eyes for protection, but it did nothing to stop the stinging of her ears and cheeks. She couldn’t tell if it was the wind howling or something else. 

She was just about to suggest that they turn back. They should’ve stayed in the inn in Rito Village, but she’d wanted so desperately to get back to her room and she knew Link wouldn’t argue, but now she wished he had, because the last thing she wanted was to catch hypothermia and freeze to death in Hebra.

But Link gave her arm a tug, and their direction was changed. She was beginning to think there wasn’t anything Hylian about him except his appearance, because she couldn’t see within a foot in front of them. Yet she could see with every step they took a clearer picture—a cabin flanked by bare, snowy trees. There was no smoke rising from it, so she assumed it was empty. Or at least, she hoped it was empty. It was some form of protection and her body gave a violent shudder just thinking about it. 

She didn’t know how old it was, but it wasn’t falling apart at the very least. It was empty and looked to be deserted. There was nothing that indicated the presence of another person. The door had a lock too, and her fingers that had frozen through the gloves fumbled with it until it slid into place. Cold still seeped through the walls, but there was no more wind and snow. 

A burst of light suddenly came to life, and Zelda looked up from the Sheikah Slate she’d been trying to pull out her coat. 

“Where..?” she began, looking between Link and the fire in the hearth. 

“There were a few pieces already in there,” he replied with a gesture to the warmth. “I don’t know how old they are and I don’t know how long they’ll last, but it’s better than nothing.”

It was the most she’d heard him speak.

Zelda nodded once in response and then shuffled forwards to take a seat in front of the fire. She shivered again, leaving the Slate besides her so she could turn her hands to the flames. Her lips parted with the instinct to thank him, but he snatched up the Slate from the floor and she settled for silence. 

She watched the flames dance, throwing the room into shades of yellow and orange. It was mesmerizing, but it pulled her into a realm of thoughts. What right minded individual would leave a sanctuary (if you disregard Revali and Link’s mutual distaste for one another) that was so far from home at such a late hour? Zelda closed her eyes and told herself it was the result of a long day and high strung emotions. That was it. Any other day, in any other circumstance, she would’ve stayed the night in the village. 

A weight on her shoulders made her flinch and open her eyes, but it was nothing more than a blanket. It escaped her mind that she’d put one in the Slate before they left, but she didn’t think it would be much use. She looked over at her knight with furrowed eyebrows, but he was busy making skewers of some sort. She was very thankful for the beeping of the little guardian, which hid the growling of her stomach as it padded on over.

It settled itself right between the two of them as if it was cold too. Zelda shook her head, pulling her hands back to her lap. Maybe it was just her, but the air felt awkward with no noise other than the crackling fire and sound of wind. Her eyes drifted to the guardian again as she bit her lip.

“Have you come up with a name for it yet?” she asked. Link looked over immediately with confusion written over his features, so she gestured to the guardian in an attempt to ignore his reddened cheeks and nose. She could imagine she looked very similar. 

“I.. it belongs to you, Princess. I couldn’t-“

“You were the one who found it,” she replied as she worked the gloves off of her fingers. “Besides, I.. could use some ideas.” 

“Well.. uh, I have one,” said Link. The little guardian beeped as if it were prompting him to continue. “Eggbert.”

Zelda’s head snapped in his direction. 

“This is a valuable, near intact piece of ancient, advanced Sheikah technology created with the purpose of defeating the Calamity, and you wish to name it ‘Eggbert’?” 

Link scratched the back of his head with a sheepish shrug.

“It’s white and.. vaguely egg shaped,” he pointed out. 

“Fair enough,” Zelda said, turning her face away so he wouldn’t see her lips cracking into a smile. She cursed him for nearly making her laugh, and Eggbert giving a furious beep didn’t help. She was pleasantly surprised however, because she didn’t know he had a personality, much less a sense of humor. “Eggbert it is.”

The guardian stood from its perch and beeped again, pointing a leg up to a bewildered Link before it scampered off into a corner. For a piece of ancient technology, it could be very expressive. 

Zelda’s stomach growled again when the smell of meat and mushrooms hit her, and she hugged her stomach to try and quiet it. She hoped her cheeks, which were now defrosted and warm, were still red enough to hide the embarrassment if he looked her way. But she had bigger worries, she supposed, when her body reminded her of the pounding ache in her head—just behind her eyebrows. She pressed her fingers to her forehead, rubbing small circles like it would have any sort of effect. She was better off making an elixir, but the Slate still hadn’t been returned to her side, so she didn’t bother.

“Princess..”

She lifted her head and looked over to the knight, who was holding out one of the skewers. 

“It’s hot,” he warned, but she took it gingerly and bit into it anyway. 

“Have you always known how to cook?” she asked, though it wasn’t like it was anything impressive. Anyone could stick some meat and mushrooms on a stick and hold it over a fire, right? But she wanted to make some sort of conversation. He nodded and took a bite, so she threw in a “it’s good” and then let silence fall.

It was a few minutes later that Link said “thank you”, and Zelda nodded. He held another skewer out towards her, but even with her own picked clean, she shook her head.

“You can have it,” she assured, offering a faint smile. She’d seen him eat a literal rock back on Death Mountain, so she was certain the boy would eat anything and had a far bigger appetite than her. 

He looked hesitant, but he took a bite anyway. With less hunger and more warmth surrounding her, Zelda decided to succumb to her exhaustion. They wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while, likely not until morning, so she curled up in front of the fireplace. 

She was almost asleep, but the sound of the lock on the door sliding out of place got her to sit up and turn around.

“Where are you going?” she asked, fighting to keep her eyes open.

“We need more firewood,” Link replied with a gesture to the dying embers. Zelda rubbed her eyes.

“You’re not going out there,” she said and shook her head.

“It’ll get cold-“

“We could hardly see anything when the sun was still up. You are not going out there in the pitch dark, Link. I don’t care how strong or brave you think you are.”

“Princess-“

“You will not go out that door. That’s an order.”

She hated playing that card, she really did. It felt no better when Link nodded silently and his fingers slid the lock back into place. Before she could stop herself, she grabbed one end of the blanket and opened it up as a gesture for him to join. 

“If you’re cold, then there are other ways to keep warm. It’s.. safer,” she mumbled, gripping the blanket tighter. “I mean, it’s still snowing and the wind is.. I don’t particularly want to tell my father that my knight attendant got lost and froze to death overnight..”

Despite how hesitant he must’ve been, he spared her the embarrassment and took a slow seat besides her, taking the blanket from her hand. It left very little space between them and went against so many codes, but the fire was dying and they couldn’t go back out, so they simply had to make do. The survival and health of the crown princess of Hyrule was more important than some code of honor, right?

“Thank you,” Zelda said quietly, keeping her eyes on the embers and small, flickering flames. 

“Go back to sleep, Princess,” he replied, but Zelda pulled her knees to her chest and held the blanket tighter.

“You must promise me that you won’t try to sneak out if I do.”

“..of course.”

She turned to look at him and furrowed her eyebrows, then stuck out a pinky.

“Promise me,” she demanded. Link looked between her hand and her eyes, but he wrapped his pinky around hers and nodded once.

“I promise.”

Satisfied, Zelda curled back up in front of the fire, making herself as small as possible so that she didn’t pull the blanket off of Link. It took her seconds to fall asleep and despite the day she had, it wasn’t as restless as she thought it’d be. 

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Zelda woke to sunlight dripping in through the window. She was much warmer than she expected to be, but perhaps that was from the shared blanket—with Link pressed to her back. She flushed at the thought of it and suddenly, she didn’t need the blanket anymore. She peeled it off and carefully sat up. The fire was out, Eggbert was still asleep in the corner, and apparently already awake, Link turned onto his back to look up at her.

“Good morning,” she choked out and scooted a little backwards. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. Zelda shook her head.

“No, I-.. are you?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Link eyed her for a second. It looked as if he were about to ask something, so she grabbed the Sheikah Slate and activated it. Within seconds, Eggbert had come pattering over.

“We should start heading back,” he said. “Before they start to worry.” 

Zelda nodded and scrambled to her feet, pulling her hat back on. Link was looking at her again, so she ducked her head and headed for the door, sliding the lock out of place. What she wouldn’t have given last night to be alone, but now she felt a nervousness she couldn’t explain and didn’t want to think about. 

“Princess.”

“Yes?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder. Link held up her discarded gloves. “Oh.”

“May I?” 

Zelda hesitated, eyeing his upturned hand. Just what exactly was he trying to do? She gave no verbal answer, but she eventually held out her own. He approached slowly, giving her the chance to pull away should she wish, but she didn’t. His touch was gentle and his hands were warm as he slid the gloves over hers. It took her a moment to look away from him once he was finished, but she pulled the door open and welcomed the icy air on her flushed cheeks.

There was approximately a foot of snow on the ground, and some of it fell into the doorway and over her boots. She kicked it aside and stepped out of the safety of the cabin, fishing the Slate out of her pocket.

Link took the lead and she followed, with Eggbert scuttling along between them. It was quiet and Zelda didn’t try to make conversation. Perhaps it was unlike her, but so was sleeping against a knight and letting that same knight put her gloves on. She’d been off all morning though, and she hated the feeling. It’d been so nice escaping her responsibilities for a little while, even if it was only due to a sudden snow storm. She wished she could do it more often, but what would her father say if he knew how she was thinking? 

“Princess?”

Zelda glanced over at Link, and the little guardian beeped its own concern. 

“It’s nothing,” she assured and looked for something, anything to change the subject. “Is your coat warm enough? You look cold.” 

His cheeks and nose were cherry red again. She tried not to think about it too much.

“I’m alright,” he replied, so she nodded and let silence fall again. Hunger was beginning to set in, as was a soreness from sleeping on the hardwood floor, but she would not complain. 

Eggbert scuttled a little ahead and Zelda picked up her pace to match. Perhaps the little guardian was seeing what she was seeing—a stable just ahead, with the shape of a horse peeking out above the trees. That very stable had their horses, and thinking about a more filling meal cooked in a pot gave her hope that they would make it out of Hebra after all. Snow was beginning to fall again, but it was softer and there was no storm to carry it, so she hardly minded. She liked it enough to tilt her head back and stick her tongue out to catch a snowflake. 

Link was watching her, and her cheeks flushed.

“What?” she asked, crossing her arms defensively over her chest. He only shook his head and turned his attention back to the stable, but she wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “I’m convinced you don’t know how to have fun.”

“Having fun is not in my job description, Princess.” 

“Job description? What are you going to protect me from this far from civilization? The snow? Oh, watch out, it’s falling from the sky and it burns!” Zelda raised her hands over her head in a dramatic show of protecting herself, but it got nothing more out of Link than an eyebrow raised in her direction.

“There’s a lot hiding in plain sight,” he replied. Obviously, she knew that. But she was too stubborn to let go of this. She would make her point one way or another. 

“A sense of humor, perhaps?”

But they’d arrived at the stable at last, and Zelda left her knight’s side (and handed the Slate over) to approach the stable hand.

“Good morning,” she greeted with a soft smile.

“Princess,” he replied with a low bow, but he knocked his head against the booth and Zelda bit her cheek to stop a laugh.

“Goodness, are you alright?” she asked instead, reaching a hand out to him.

“I’m quite alright,” he assured. “Thank you. I do hope your trip has been treating you kindly.”

“It has, but we were caught in the storm last night. I’m happy to see the stable held up.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing. She’s real sturdy.”

“That’s delightful to hear. You’ve put a lot of work into these stables. That’s why we’re more than happy to support them.”

“We appreciate that very much, but uh..” He looked nervous. Zelda stole a glance in the direction of Link, who was crouched by the cooking pot. “We do have other, unlucky news. Something got into the stable last night and bit your knight’s horse. She’ll be okay, I assure you! But her leg is swollen and she’ll need a few days rest. No charge at all, of course!”

“That’s quite alright,” Zelda assured, though the news made her anxious. She didn’t know how Link was going to take it, but she pushed a few rupees over to the stable owner anyway for his troubles and smiled. “I insist. We trust you to take the utmost care of her.”

She made sure to walk away before he could argue. Whatever Link was cooking smelled really good and it made her wonder where he’d learned to do this, but she didn’t quite know how to ask. Instead, she sat on the ground next to him and held her hands out towards the warmth of the fire.

“Your horse,” she said softly, sparing him a glance. “She, um, got hurt last night. Nothing serious, but they say she needs rest.”

“Okay,” Link replied. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, so she gave up trying to and rested her head against her knees. 

“What are you making?” she asked. 

“A cream of mushroom soup,” he answered, glancing over to her. “It’s not.. breakfast, but it’s warm.”

“You could add a spicy pepper,” she suggested and looked away. “I’m not sure about taste, but spicy peppers are often used in cold resistance elixirs. I imagine it would work similarly with food.”

Zelda didn’t know why she felt surprised to see him follow her suggestion without complaint. She knew what she was doing of course, but there were occasions where other people, men in particular, didn’t think so. It made her all the more satisfied when she was proven correct.

Ten minutes later, they were full and warm and ready to really head back. 

Well, almost ready.

“Link, you don’t need to walk,” she said, gripping the reins of her horse tighter. Link looked up at her and said nothing, so she huffed to make a point. “It will be far more quick and efficient if we both ride.”

“Princess..”

“I insist. Our arrival is overdue and.. and I don’t mind.” She definitely minded. “Please don’t be stubborn.”

Defeated, Link joined her at last and Zelda was no longer sure if it was the effects of the spicy pepper that warmed her up, or his arms entrapping her waist so he could hold the reins. 

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, though it sounded far too close to her ear for her liking.

“I’m fine,” she replied and wrapped an arm around Eggbert, who was settled in front of her and beeped once. 

The return to Hyrule Castle was quick enough, but she was hyper aware of every time he touched her ever since last night and oh, she hated him for that. 

Of all people to have gotten snowed in with… 

final art piece by me! Zelda’s a little wonky but I can apparently only draw her when the stars align, so, sorry sis. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST EITHER PIECE OF ART or you’ll lose all kneecap privileges  

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Hell[L]ing || 04

§ — Pairing: Chimera!Taehyung x Empath!Reader (with mentions of Reader x Other Members)

§ — Genre: SciFi AU, fluff, angst, smut, horror

§ — Wordcount: 3,416 § — Rating: M § — Warnings: None. Kookie being the sweet helpful bun that he is.

§ — A/N: So, banged this entire chapter out in a day and a half because, well, QUARANTINE. I should have been working on my commissions or my Webtoon contest entry, but I had an itch to get the next chapter of this out because it’s about to get GOOD. Oh, and there’s a decent amount of Jungkookie in this chapter~ Enjoy!

 Summary: You moved out into the wilderness to live a calm, peaceful life. Your abilities made it impossible to live in crowded places, so even if you wanted to you couldn’t return. But when something happens outside the realm of even your normalcy, you start to think that maybe having everyone else’s emotions bearing down on you isn’t such a bad alternative to being trapped with your own.

Today, it was raining. If you had the ability to have the sky open up and rain on you every day, you would do it in a heartbeat— you loved the rain. It was the only time where you felt fractionally normal around other people. The constant interference of energy caused by rainfall created something like a static that made it easier to drown out invasive outside emotions. You could have a conversation with someone and not get barreled over by wave after wave of their feelings. Plus, you couldn’t resist opening the windows of your home to let the sweet, clean air left behind a recent rain shower wash away any stagnant atmosphere that may have accumulated within its walls.

Beyond that it was raining, it was also, suddenly, surprisingly, pleasantly, Friday. After the short, but no less exhausting, encounter with your neighbor, Seokjin, and his sickly roommate, Taehyung, the rest of the week passed by with little excitement. Namjoon had given you the look—one you were expecting to get, but nerve-wracking nonetheless— once he found out that you had yet to write basically the first 75 pages of your novel, though at this point he was not surprised if the lack of spike in his aura suggested anything. He had given you until Thursday to write at least an outline of events so he could have a better understanding of how the heroine falls into the unfortunate situation she finds herself in. Thankfully, you had been able to accomplish this task, and was even able to send in dialog samples. Namjoon, for now, had been placated.

The other thing about Friday, or this Friday in particular, was that it was the third Friday of the month signaling your bi-weekly visit from your favorite grocery delivery boy, Jungkook. He would be arriving a little after 4pm, as he kept your delivery to the end of his route. Good thing too; the two of you have recently gotten close and your chattering would often cause tardiness to Jungkook’s other appointments. Not to mention you lived fairly far out of the way for your delivery boy who drove nearly 45 minutes just to drop off six measly bags of filled with the food items you had texted him the previous day.

Honestly the boy was too helpful for his own good. There was one Friday where he had popped by with your things when you off-handedly mentioned how the ice-maker in your freezer wasn’t working properly and making too much ice. The angel that is your delivery boy spent the next 20 minutes with your irritating ice-maker, chipping away at the ice that had frozen over the rotator and fixing the setting all so you wouldn’t have to go with your original plan which involved defrosting your freezer, losing your frozen goods, and cleaning up a cold, wet mess afterwards. He had not complained once. Not about the ice, not about having to use a screwdriver as a pick, not even when his fingers had become so cold that you could feel the pain— literally.

This was one of many examples of his unbridled kindness, and one of the many reasons you were always excited to see the boy. As you straightened your house and rearranged your pantry to fit the incoming foodstuff, the rain continued to strike the outside of your house, mixing in well with the low-fi hip-hop you had playing in the background on your stereo system. It almost made you sleepy, but your relaxed state wasn’t enough to deter the building anticipation towards your future visitor.

When you were pleased with your pantry, you backed away and closed the door, just in time it seemed, as there was a quiet knock at your door. You sighed happily— you hadn’t felt the boy coming at all, bless the rain and its emotion-jamming effects. Ah, wait, the rain…

You zipped over to the door, realizing a bit sluggishly that Jungkook would be standing outside in the rain with all of your groceries until you opened it for him, as he was always the model citizen and wouldn’t enter without your knowledge. Clad in only socks, you slide across the hardwood flooring and straight into the door, hitting it against your shoulder with a slight ‘thud’, before regaining your footing and flinging open the front door. On the other side was a wet, mop-headed delivery boy, looking rather shocked at the speed in which you had approached the door and more than likely hearing the impact your body made with it.

“Sorry, sorry!” You said, picking up the reusable bags that he had lugged from his car and sat on your front step. Before you could grab a third bag, his hands shot out to stop you, fingers grazing your arm and allowing you to finally get a clear read on his emotions— he was like the air after the rain: sweet, clean, and refreshing.

“Noona, you don’t have to do that, I got those.” He said, picking up the other four bags, two in each hand, before following you into the house and, albeit with some trouble, kicked off his boots. Jungkook really had no wicked bone in his body, not one. He never had a second agenda, never said something he didn’t mean, never held a grudge; and his emotions reinforced all of these facts regularly. It was no wonder you liked being around him— you never needed your abilities to tell you what he was really feeling or thinking. He was an open book for you, and he did so with the knowledge of what you were capable of.

“Thanks for coming all the way out here for me, I really appreciate it.” You chimed, setting the bags down on the counter, Jungkook following suit. He gave a light-hearted shrug before ruffling some of the water out of his own hair.

“It’s okay, you are paying me after all,” A small huff escaped your lips at his comment as you placed your new gallon of milk into the refrigerator. Humor spilled into the air as you became accustomed to his energy despite the rain and he stifled a laugh at your reaction. “I’m only joking— well, no, you are paying me— you know I like hanging out with you!” You cracked a smile, not even able to continue to pretend to be mad at him.

“Yeah, yeah… took you long enough to talk to me though!” Teasing him had quickly become one of your favorite past-times. He was so easily embarrassed, and the way he always touched his ears when he was especially bashful entered dangerous territories for your heart. Precious boy.

“Yeah, well, I’m not, I didn’t, UGH. You know what I’m trying to say!” You sputtered out a laugh, not even the least surprised that you did, in fact, know what he was trying to say. He had confided in you shortly after communication had been established that he got nervous around new people, most specifically women. You weren’t sure why, he was a kind, bright, good-looking young man, and he had never produced much of a reason for it either. That’s just how he was. Perhaps he didn’t want to overstep any barriers and make people uncomfortable? Though now that you knew him, being uncomfortable with Jungkook was entirely impossible. And at his pink cheeks and pout, you caved, throwing a grape at him just to make him flinch.

“Alright punk, I forgive you.” You said before popping a different grape into your mouth. The dark-locked boy rubbed his chest where the grape had bounced off, feigning offence, the continuous stream of humor flowing off of him enough for you to know that he was enjoying your banter.

“Thanks, noona, really appreciate it, almost a year later!” He crinkled his nose at you as if he were irritated before tumbling into a fit of laughter, where you joined him merrily. Precious boy.

“So, what have you been up to? How’s school?” Routine questions, but you honestly wanted to know. He looked thoughtful for a moment, clearly trying to think of any recent changes in his life. You raised an eyebrow as you closed the door to your fridge once you finished putting away the chilled goods. As expected, he shrugged.

“The usual.” He began helping you by unloading the canned goods onto the counter top. “My film class is getting pretty interesting though.” Folding the tote bag the groceries were in, he placed it on one of your bar stools and then looked at you. “What about you? Anything interesting happen lately? Any more birds fly into your window?” You rolled your eyes at his teasing— living out here by yourself, you rarely had anything substantial to share with your friend. This time, however…

“Well, I’ve got new neighbors…” You revealed, picking up a few of the canned goods. Jungkook raised his eyebrow, following your lead and collecting a couple of cans to help you on your way to the pantry.

“Oh yeah?” You hummed, nodding your head as you placed your cans on the shelf.

“Mmhm. A tall guy with purple hair and his roommate that’s apparently always sick.” You elaborated, not mentioning names for now. “They’re… nice.” At your hesitation, you felt a slight buzz of uneasiness from the man beside you. You looked at him, knowing he was aware that you felt his change. “What?”

“Just nice?” His brows furrowed slightly as he looked at you like he was trying to read your energy, which you believed with little doubt he could. You spent too much time by yourself anymore and you long had forgotten how to properly dress your expressions for social interactions. You let out a breathy chuckle at his concern.

“Yes, nice.” You reiterated, plucking the cans from his arms. He gave you an unimpressed look that was garnished with a pout. With a sigh, you indulged him. “I can’t get a good read on either of them…” Your confession only left him more confused.

“You mean your empath stuff, right?” A nod of affirmation. “Why can’t you read them? I thought you didn’t know how to turn it off?” You hummed thoughtfully, taking the last can from him.

“It’s not that I can’t read them, it’s just that…” You turned from the pantry after placing the last can on the shelf and ran a hand through your hair. “The one dude is always freaking out— panic, panic, panic— all the time! I’m afraid that he’s going to give himself a heart attack! But beyond that, I have a gut feeling telling me that he’s a good person, even when he deliberately lies to me.” Arms crossed, Jungkook looked at you pointedly.

“So… a good liar?” He asked, trying to understand your instincts. You shrugged with a groan.

“Maybe? I don’t know, I really do think he’s… good.” You stepped back over to the counter to grab your new paper towel rolls and plastic wrap to be set in their proper locations. Jungkook slid onto a bar stool and leaned against the counter.

“Okay, not really sure what that means, but…” You glared at him, and he grinned at you, obviously trying to hold back laughter. “What about the other one?” At that, you paused. How were you supposed to explain ‘the other one’? Caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t bother putting way the items in your hand, rather opting to just set them on the counter again.

“Well, uh…” You trailed off, not entirely sure if he would believe you seeing as the last time you tried to explain something improbable with Yoongi didn’t go as you had hoped. However, looking at the wide-eyed boy in front of you, everything about his aura was open and trusting and you knew that if you told him, he would believe you. “His emotions come in ‘blips’.”

“’Blips’?” He repeated— not in a condescending way, but rather as if he were trying to place the definition of the word. You nodded, less than prepared to explain yourself.”

“Yeah, I can’t feel his emotions all the time, they go away and reappear like radar blips. But they’re always super intense.” Resting your forearms on the counter, you let the edge press into your ribs a bit as you leaned forward. Even without your abilities, you could tell that Jungkook was trying to think of an answer, anything that could be the cause. You almost smiled at his thoughtfulness— there was nothing to suggest he didn’t believe you.

“Well,” he started, breaking you out of your trance. “You said he was sick all the time, right? Maybe that could affect your readings?” You had thought about that possibility as well— you had never been knowingly near a significantly ill person, so you couldn’t say that it wasn’t conceivable; though saying that was the only issue would be erroneous. Still, seeing as this was the only reasonable explanation you had come up with, you chose to put your faith in it.

“Maybe,” You agreed, nodding. You didn’t bring up the midnight visitor or the crawly feeling of being watched the last week or so, knowing the kind boy in your kitchen would likely throw a fit trying to figure out a way to help you. To be honest, you kind of wish he would, though that was only in your own selfish interests. Since you hadn’t had any real incidents besides that one, you decided not to worry the boy.

Unfortunately, Jungkook’s visit this time around had to be cut short, as he had other responsibilities to attend to in the evening. You gave him sass of course, stating that you couldn’t believe that he had something more important to do than keeping you company. He laughed and apologized, though a small twinge of guilt in the air made you realize that he knew the hidden meaning in your friendly repartee.

You were lonely.

You were also aware that he knew you’d be able to feel the minute change in his emotional state even with the rain, but neither of you commented on it before you ushered him out the door so he could drive home while it was still light out. He bid farewell before sprinting to his car to avoid getting completely drenched and you waved from inside the doorway, flinching when he peels out of your driveway like he was Brian O'Conner from the ‘Fast & Furious’ franchise.

Sighing, you stood in your doorway for a bit longer, listening to the rain and watching the reflections in the puddles dance. This was the part you hated most— the emptiness that follows the end of social interaction. You were used to being alone, and the longer you were alone the more used to it you became. However, the small instances when you were able to talk to another person, be near them, smile and laugh with them… they reminded you that humans were codependent on each other. You needed other people. As much as you were physically pained to be near them, you needed them. As you spent more time in isolation from the world, the more you yearned to be normal.

The sound of a blunt object hitting the glass of your window wall had you spinning on you heel out of reflex. As Jungkook had teased you earlier, it was common for birds to fly into the large window panes. More often than not, they were fine and they flew off. But every once in a while, they injured themselves, and you took it upon yourself to assess their injuries and making them comfortable if need be.

So, imagine your surprise when there wasn’t a small, winged creature on your back patio, but rather a tall, soaked, handsome boy with his palm pressed against your French doors. You blinked a few times for good measure, hoping this was just an illusion and that you weren’t currently looking at your sickly neighbor with the weird readings standing in the rain outside your house. When you realized he was just going to continue to stand there looking into your house until you greeted him, you quickly shut your front door and hastily made your way over to let him in.

As you got close, you realized there was a buzzing in the air, like it was vibrating, again in blips like radar. You recognized this as anxiety or nervousness and quickly deduced that it was coming from your neighbor. You paused before opening the door— you didn’t know this man; you’d barely met him more than once and only heard him speak a single time, and it wasn’t even to you. Plus, you still couldn’t shake the unnerving feeling you got whenever he was within your range; there was too much similar between how you felt about the boy in front of you and the thing you saw that night. Were you really about to let him into your house?

Almost like he could feel your hesitation, his hand slipped from the door and he looked at the ground dejectedly. A hole appeared in you doubt at this innocent act, and a quick, shooting pain pierced your chest. You couldn’t tell if it was your own guilt setting in or his emotions afflicting you, but you opened the door without another lingering moment to think about how bad of an idea this was.

‘He’s sick and shouldn’t be in the rain,’ You told yourself as you now stood in front of this near-stranger without the protective barrier of your glass door. You swallowed, your own nerves now wreaking havoc on your body, though the dark-haired boy in front of you look more shocked and more nervous than you did. In fact, if you didn’t get him to calm down soon, his nerves would probably cause you to throw up. And the fact that his emotions only appeared like explosions in the atmosphere around you wasn’t helping. Still, the way he looked down at his feet rather than at you, just…

“H-hello…?” You greeted; your uncertainty evident in your shaken speech. He made the smallest movement, like he was flinching at the sound of your voice and you almost wanted to backtrack. Good lord he was skittish. “What, uh, what are you doing here? I-I mean, can I help you?” Fumbling over your words wasn’t new for you, but for some reason you were especially aware of your tongue’s missteps at the moment.

He stood there for a moment, contemplating you surmised, before peeking up at you through his wet bangs. You made eye contact and— sweet heavens— you forgot about the alluring abyss that was his gaze. It only lasted for a moment before he looked at his feet again, which, you finally noticed, were completely bare.

“You said…” Now it was your turn to be startled; only now remembering how deep and velvet-like his voice was, even with how soft-spoken he currently was. “…that I could come….” He shifted, his nervousness beating around you like drums as you let his words sink in. You said he could come… you said he could come? When did you—

“Oh, um, well my house isn’t too far from yours…He’s welcome to stop by from time-to-time if he’s able… It’d be no problem… It’d be nice to have company every once-in-a-while.”

You suddenly remembered that, yes, you had invited him to visit you during your interaction Monday afternoon. At the time, you had your reasons, reasons that you couldn’t remember for the life of you at the moment. What on earth possessed you to tell a stranger it was fine to wander over to your house just because you were neighbors?!

And yet, the way his large body looked so small in front of you, like he was pleading with you to let him in…

“I-I did…” You relaxed your face enough to smile at him, your nerves still eating at you and a headache starting to set in from the intensity of his. You stepped aside to let him in, to which his head shot up and his eyes widened— you suppose he didn’t think you would actually let him in, but the sudden, yet agreeable change in his emotional blips was enough to tell you that he was relieved, pleased even, as he stepped in from the rain. “I should probably get you a towel, huh?”

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Brotherhood

3670 Words

Original Story I made up, I hope you love it

She sat in a poorly lit room at the edge of a bed that was so old she wondered how many generations had slept on it. The sheets and blankets that were once folded nicely, with a crisp finish and inviting look, were now disheveled and dirty. The dirt had come from her. Her old boots were caked with mud and still wet as she stared blankly at the fire. Her socks hung on a pole resting directly in front of it, obscuring her otherwise perfect view of the dancing flames. One sock was slightly askew, and she mindlessly reached over to tug on it, trying to fix it.

It hung perfectly straight in front of her eyes, and a strange smile crept over her face. She wasn’t happy, not in the slightest. But the smile grew and grew while she struggled to contain it. Her skin stretched to amazing lengths, hurting her deathly pale skin. Her teeth were showing now, it was a smile as wide as she had ever felt. Her hands stayed glued to her lap and her eyes to the fire as her face contorted. Suddenly she let out a chuckle. It was hearty and genuine, and all she wanted to do was slap her hand to her face to stop whatever had possessed her. To peel the skin back down into the frown it had been at for days. But she was stuck, glued in her place. Her mind left her body. Why couldn't she move? What had come over her? She panicked, and her heart raced. But her eyes didn’t leave the fire.

She could see each crackling ember, falling from the large block of wood that had been set there earlier. Earlier, when the cabin had seemed like a nice place to be. The orange flames flicked in random directions. They were sporadic and ever-changing. She felt somehow right with the fire. The raging in her mind, the jets of flame were akin to those she saw performing in front of her. They spiraled, just as her life had. She didn’t want any of it. She didn’t want to be alive anymore. But there she was, raging and quietly going insane.

All was quiet except for the crackling fire and the sounds of her own breath escaping her lungs. She had been sitting on the bed for seemingly forever, but it was as if she had never stopped running. She drew in quick, ragged breaths, causing puffs of water vapor to cloud around her.

The sudden feeling of a hand over her mouth and the chilling sensation of the barrel of a gun pressed against her temple felt almost right. She had been expecting it for hours, not knowing when it would come. Finally, it had.

She closed her eyes and tears she had no idea had been forming spilled out. They traveled under the cracks of the man's hand holding her mouth, despite the tight grip. The salty drops made her skin wet and she could taste the salty tang. It was a familiar taste. It was almost comforting to taste and feel something after the numbness. It reminded her she’s still alive, and she almost felt gratitude for the man behind her. He may have had a gun to her head, but he was someone and he was there.

“You are going to get up and you are going to come with me.” He stated. She nodded her head numbly and tears streamed down, covering the man's large hand with cool wetness. “And stop crying. I’m not going to kill you if you would just behave.”

That didn't change anything for her. Her legs still wobbled as she stood, and the man offered no support other than the strong hand pressing deeply into her face. He led her out of the small wood cabin she was left in. Alone. The cabin was small, just a bed, a bathroom, and closet. Not even a kitchen, she couldn’t be trusted with that. The walls were made of long cylindrical pieces of shaved wood, attached horizontally. At each corner, there were darker vertical pieces of a rough-barked tree standing vertically. If she had seen the cabin as a child, she may have loved it.

But instead, the man led her through the enormous front door into the small driveway. A familiar black car was waiting for them. It was dark outside still, but she could see the first colors of the sunrise against the trees outside. There is a dirt road covered in sleet past the driveway, and beyond that, there were only tall pine trees.

The man basically held her up from her face, dragging her almost limp body to the car. One foot numbly in front of the other, without any real pressure or effort to walk. Her eyes wandered as she was ushered forward. The stark contrast of the deep green trees against the swirling clouds of pink and orange. The grayness of the sky was being actively split by the sun as she watched. She wanted to be comforted by it, but the cold gun to her head shrouded her thoughts in numbness.

She almost wanted him to pull the trigger.

The man behind her removed his hand from her mouth and placed it on top of her head, shoving her harshly down to force her into the car. She found herself in the driver's seat of the large black truck. The interior was much like the outside. Completely black, with dirt trekked in by boot prints. The only difference was that she could actually see through the windows from the inside. They were so tinted they looked almost black from the outside, melding with the darkness of the paint. But from the inside, she could see everything.

The car faced towards the cabin, and she could still see the smoke coming from her fire. She remembered the fire dancing across her eyes, no doubt casting firelight across her face as she went insane. She wondered what it must have looked like from someone else’s point of view. Would they think we were deranged? Or would they understand if they knew?

Her car door slammed and she saw the face of the man leading her out through the window. Despite his blindness from the outside, he made perfect eye contact with her, and more tears fell from her eyes. She looked down at her hands in her lap. Noticing her tattered clothing. Her warm leggings were ripped and dirty. Her t-shirt and flannel were wet and rugged, like she’d been outside for days. She should have been cold. There was sleet outside and the weather must have been below freezing.

But she felt nothing.

She wasn’t even sure her heart was beating anymore.

“Drive.” The man said as he entered the car and closed the door. She whimpered slightly as he adjusted his seat next to her. He pulled it up slightly and pulled a cigarette box out of his coat pocket. Unlike her, the man was wearing clothing actually suited for the weather. His coat jacket was long and warm looking, his pants thick with an obvious underlayer where it couldn’t be seen. He looked sleek but still comfortable, his outfit was perfectly suited for utter intimidation while not looking too out of the ordinary.

He lit his cigarette. A familiar flame flicking across the handheld lighter he used. It danced for a moment, she watched the light flash across his eyes. Then in another instant, it was gone, and with his first inhale and exhale the car was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke. A smell she loathed after being trapped in a car with it for hours.

“Did you not hear me,” he threatened, leaning slightly forward in his seat. The small action was enough to make you flinch. “Drive.” He said again, in a more commanding tone. She did what she was told. She looked up at the rearview mirror to find the key hanging as it had been so many times before. She carefully reached up to grab it. She noticed how shakey her hands were as quiet fear took hold of her. One wrong move and she was in trouble. One wrong move and she would be dead

She slowly pulled the key down from where it hung and examined it. The cool, silver metal felt good against her skin. She dug the jagged pieces gently into her hand, feeling slight pain and reminded she had to be present. If she could just hold on a little longer she could find help.

As if reading her traitorous thoughts, the click of a gun being loaded sounded to the right of her. She went still and rigid. She didn’t dare look over to make eye contact with the man, but she could see the gun resting in his lap with his finger on the trigger from the corner of her eye.

“Don’t make me.” Was all he said. She didn’t want to make him. She closed her eyes and put the car into ignition. It roared to life and she could see the heat from the car turning to steam outside in the frigid air. She positioned her hands on the steering wheel, and with one last breath and one last glance at the gun, she slowly pressed her foot to the gas.

The car accelerated shakily, as she battled with the thin coating of sleet that covered the road. The world was brightening outside and just like the ice on the ground, she began to defrost. She was able to regain control of her senses as she focused on driving. She didn’t know where she was going, that was the point. But the man with the cigarette and the threatening gun still pointed at her would holler directions when she reached a junction.

“Left” he stated, with a small wave of his gun in that direction. After the first ten times he did that, she learned not to flinch because it made him look at her and the last thing she wanted now was a gunshot either on purpose or on accident.

She tried to examine the space around her, but the goddamn cigarette smoke was suffocating. Not once had the man next to her stopped smoking. It was drag after drag and puff after puff as he sat with his clunky boots up on the dashboard. She fought the edge not to tell him to take his feet down.

He was tall and handsome, from what she could make out from glances to her right and in the mirror positioned above her. He had a scruffy beard that was rugged and dark. His hair was dark chestnut brown, disheveled in a charming way. From what she noticed his teeth were straight and perfect, other than the cigarette staining that was already ruining his young appearance.

She wanted to throttle him, but she could appreciate his beauty.

Occasionally, she would hear a bumping or a cough from the back of the car. She stole glances backward through the mirror and found that there was a separation between the front two seats and the backseat. There was a thin mesh layer between the two, with a sliding door that could close the gap. She could barely make out the outlines of bodies in the back seats, and from what she could gather it was more men. Large shoulders, short hair. As much as she wanted to turn her head and look at them, she didn’t dare move a single body part out of driving position.

She shivered at the idea that she was in a car with only men. Men that, despite how much she hated to say it, were much more powerful than her. Not only because they had guns, but because they were bigger, stronger, and more merciless. They could and would hurt her without a doubt. The idea of “never hit a girl” had apparently gone out of style.

They called her a whore and a slut. She was mortified of their every movement, but even more afraid to move herself. Men had a way of wanting to be the alpha, and if you went against that, you were as good as dead. She peeled her eyes away from the mirror and focused back on the road.

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More directions were barked at her as she slowly suffocated in the cigarette and testosterone-filled car. They drove through endless trees and roads of sleet for hours until they reached a small roadside grocery store. The day had escaped her and she found that the sun had already begun its descent back behind the earth.

The man to the right of her cracked the window and the car was flooded with the scent of sweet, fresh air. She was careful to take only small but deep breaths. If he knew she was enjoying it he would take it away.

Brightly colored signs bordered with led lights advertised “Beer From the Tap” and “Buy One Can, Get Drunk Free!”. Men sat outside at ugly, small silver tables and drank pitchers of beer the size of her head. Scratch that. Larger. They hollered and danced around, singing to country music that blared from the speakers of the store. Why there were drunk men buying beer from a grocery store and singing, she would never know. The cigarette man rolled down his window just a little bit more, enough for him to reach his hand out and give a curt wave to the others.

She could feel that he wanted desperately to join them dancing and drinking, but he refrained. If she could just get them as disoriented as the idiots she saw before her, she would have a chance to find help. Maybe she could be saved. They would watch her like hawks unless they had a reason not to, and this was the only chance.

Risking her life to do so, she made a small coughing sound to get his attention and nodded her head at the store. This was the smallest gesture she could make to explain she needed to take a piss. The man rolled his eyes and again flicked his gun upward in an overly dramatic manner. She gritted her teeth as to stop herself from flinching backward from him while she stayed looking in his direction.

He made an annoyed grunt, but flicked his eyes back to the men eagerly. She knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t going to spoil the act.

“Alright then,” He said through slightly gritted teeth. “We are going to need some food soon anyways boys.” He stated. He turned in his seat and knocked on the separation between the front and back. “Burgers, my brothers?” He hollered directly into her ear. The idea prompted hoots from the back as the men bustled to pick up their things. She fought the urge to grimace at their behavior.

They began piling out of the car, practically drooling at the idea of a cold beer. She wouldn’t have minded one herself. All she had eaten or drank in the past day were old granola bars and the men’s leftover water.

The process of getting out of the car was loud and long, the men murmured about what to do with her. The cigarette man stepped out of the car last, taking his gun with him. And for a moment, there was no longer a weapon trained on her. That was, until 30 seconds later her car door opened and the cool metal found its place once again on her temple.

“Come on, move it.” A new man barked. He was short, stout, and slightly disheveled. He had a scruffy beard covering the bottom half of his face and messy ginger-colored hair. He did not look menacing in the slightest; to her he looked more like a pig that found itself into a college frat.

She carefully stepped out of the car, keeping her hands glued to her sides and her head in the exact same place as it had been when the gun was placed. It saddened her to know how many times she has been in this position.

Once she was out of the car, it was apparent how small the man really was. She dwarfed him by at least a couple of inches, his head fell about where her long brunette hair ended, about at her armpits. She resisted the urge not to laugh because breaking a man’s ego was the worst offense as far as they were concerned. She saw him glance down at himself and then back to the men who gave him an emotionless nod. It all happened in less than a second, but she knew exactly how to read the men after being in their company for so long.

They weren’t elaborate creatures, her captors. They said things with their eyes normal people would just have the balls to say aloud. She understood them in a sick way.

Being born into a cult does that to someone.

The man led her towards the door of the shop, her hair brushing his head. She knew he was embarrassed by the whole scenario, but to be fair she wasn’t thrilled either. He slid the gun to the back of her neck to be a bit lower, just so he didn’t have to look as fucking ridiculous. A “No Firearms” sign was displayed in the shop window, along with advertisements for different beers and five-dollar wine. A tiny smile played on her lips. Tiny enough that the joy was mostly in her mind, not on her face. A no firearms sign meant a moment of freedom. She felt the gun be slowly lowered down her spine.

“Listen up,” The small man started, audibly trying to make his voice deeper, “You will go to the women’s bathroom and only there while we watch the door. You will handle your business and you will be escorted out by us.” He seemed pleased with the plan. He made a quick glance back at the men, all with the thought of “beer!” running through their minds, and subtly across their faces. She made a silent nod and opened the door. The men followed, the small man practically up her ass until she opened the women’s room door. The man glanced inside and then pushed her by the small of her back forward and through the door.

She turned, locked it, and let out a breath. Silent tears streamed from her eyes, but she had learned to work around them. The bathroom was small and dirty. The tiles on the floor were evidently once white, but now were covered in dirt. The cracks and crevices were black with the tracked-in mess. The toilet looked completely unappealing. It was grey and ancient, with the back taken off of it and plumbing exposed. She assumed it hadn’t been clean for years. Even the bottom of it seemed to be ripped slightly from the tiled floor, exposing ruble and ground underneath.

The sink sat directly next to it, almost equally grimy. A broken mirror hung above it, old and dusty. She looked at herself. She hadn’t seen herself in forever. One of the goals of the men seemed to be to take away her identity, and with it her will to object to what they told her. She bit her lip and faced herself. She didn’t recognize whoever was looking back. Where had she gone? And more importantly where the fuck was she going? Her eyes welled with tears and she forced herself to look away.

There were things that needed to be done. It began like clockwork. She ripped a piece of toilet paper off the roll and grabbed a pencil out of her disgusting leggings pocket.

“Simple, keep it simple…” She mumbled to herself. She scribbled furiously

“I am in the custody of The Brotherhood, that’s all I know.

I need desperate help.

I don’t know where they are taking me, but please contact the police.

With this, I leave the tag of my shirt that may be helpful as well as my fingerprints on this pencil.”

The letter satisfied and soothed her. It was simple enough that it could be helpful with her limited time. She had done something. There was the tiniest trace of hope. With that, she took off the ripped flannel that covered her arms and ripped the tag out. The men wouldn’t notice, half of the flannel seemed to be torn already. She hoped that the tag with its brand and place of making would be helpful if anyone ever found it. She also kept the far-off idea that they could scent track her with the fabric. She placed it on a section of the wall that had been taken out, a tile had fallen and made the perfect little shelf for the letter. She placed it all in perfect position and put a piece of destroyed tile over the fabric so it would stay in its location.

She had all the puzzle pieces laid out, all she needed was for someone to put them together. A small chuckle left her lips. When had her life become this depressing puzzle that needed to be solved?

She took a deep breath and forced everything out of her mind. She had become good at that, putting up a dam to at least block the raging thoughts. She tightened her face and walked to the sink, where a single bottle of febreeze sat. It was rose and cherry-scented; perfect. She sprayed an obnoxious amount of it in the bathroom. That should be enough to keep the men from coming in. Nothing like a girly scent to send their balls screaming back up into their bodies.

She took a deep breath in, satisfied with the disgustingly cloying scent, and spat on the floor as she kicked the door open.

[fandomfindings]

Taking Care

Pairing: (Raymond x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning(s): Cursing,Mild Violence, and Mention of Drugs

Summary: Request submitted by @mint-opal​ : I’m very very very here for some Raymond taking care of his femme lover (and maybe some kids but thats your choice!!) and him being gentle and stern and soft but tough :(

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“I told you to stay out of it,” Raymond huffed as he placed you on the island of your kitchen.

“And I told you not to do dangerous stuff without me,” You tried to joke as he retreated to the guest bathroom for the first-aid kit and a rag.

To make a long story short. Raymond had been telling you about a revival business disbursing harmful marijuana under Mickey's name. Raymond being Mickey's right hand was in charge of handling the situation. Your husband was supposed to threaten them, shake them up a bit nothing more, nothing less.

You decided to show up knowing you could be very persuasive and threatening when need be, after getting your kids a babysitter of course. There was never supposed to be any physical altercations. However, when things went south, fists went flying, including one to your face.

“It’s my job,” Raymond replied, returning to the kitchen.

“It was mine too,” You countered.

“But what did we agree on, huh? We agreed that...” Your husband started, but you cut him off. “Agreed? The minute I got pregnant, you basically put me on house arrest."

"For good reason," He mumbled before leaving the kitchen once again. Raymond quickly returned with a frozen steak in hand. "Here," He said lightly, shoving the cold meat into your awaiting hand.

"Wagyu, nice," You mentioned, lifting the meat in cheers before placing it on your quickly bruising eye.

Raymond shook his head at your humor, opening the first aid kit in the process. He began to pull out all the things he would need to clean up the cuts on your lip and eyebrow.

"Are you alright, mommy?" a sudden voice called out, startling you a bit. You looked past your husband to see your four old daughter walk into the room.

Raymond turned to your daughter and then back to you. He placed his muscular arms against the counter, giving a heavy sigh. Raymond never wanted your children to see either of you in such a state, especially at such a young age.

"I thought they were supposed to be at the park," Raymond whispered, ensuring your questioning child could not hear.

"I thought so too, they must've come back early," You whispered in response before turning back to your small daughter and replying. "I'm alright, sweetheart; thank you for asking."

Your daughter made her way further into the kitchen close enough to lean against her father's leg and up at you. "Daddy, is she really okay? You know she sometimes fibs," Your daughter remarked, giving the best skeptical face she could as she looked to her father. Her response confused you a bit, did you lie that often?

"Yes, sweetie mommy is fine, now run along and play with your brother,"

"But daddy, he has germs!" Your daughter protested.

"I do not!" You heard your son's voice shout as he, along with their long time babysitter, entered the kitchen.

"My apologies, we had to return early from the park because he fell ill," the babysitter explained. You looked to your son with a weak smile as you noticed his clothes now held a stain down the front of his shirt.

"Was it the seesaw again?" You questioned your son. He gave a meek nod of his head in reply.

Raymond made his way over to your son, getting on his knee so that they would be about the same height.

"Well, that's alright. We just have to learn from this. Isn't that right, buddy?" Raymond asked your son, ruffling his head of hair in the process. The small boy once again nodded.

Your husband stood and looked to your babysitter. "Could you get these two cleaned up, please?"

"Of course, come along, miss," said the babysitter, reaching a free hand out to your daughter.

"Fine," the small girl muttered, not wanting to join the babysitter.

Once the room was back down to you and Raymond, you could relax a bit. Before you were holding back little winces and surges of pain that ran through your body.

"Let's get you cleaned up as well," Raymond said, finally beginning the process of tending to your wounds. He went to the sink, wetting the rag to rid your cuts and face of the little blood that stained it.

He lightly placed the rag against your cut lip, causing you to wince a bit. Raymond looked up from your lips to meet your eyes once he noticed the small movement. He realized you had removed the steak from your now very bruised and swollen eye unintentionally when talking to your children. Your husband pushed the meat to your eye with his free hand, causing you to chuckle a bit.

"I don't see what's so funny," Raymond commented sternly.

"Come on, Ray; there is a slab of steak covering my face. That's pretty funny if you ask me," You jested, trying to make light of the situation. You hated seeing Raymond in such a mood.

"Well, I didn't, and that steak is only there because you went and got yourself hurt."

"I was trying to help," You tried to reason.

"And look at you now," Your husband retorted, removing the rag from your lip. He took it back to the sink to rid it of your blood.

"You should see the other guy," You quipped, making yourself chuckle. The statement was truthful, though. Yeah, the asshole got a nice hit on you, but you returned it tenfold. You wouldn't be surprised if he were in the hospital at that very moment. Unfortunately, Raymond did not find it as funny as you.

"This isn't a joke, Y/N!" Raymond shouted, throwing the damp rag into the sink.

His outburst made you shrink on the spot. You two rarely shouted at each other, but when you did, you knew it was serious. You knew you were in the wrong here. It was no time to joke, but honestly, that's how you dealt with bad situations sometimes.

The room was now silent, you being too unsure to say anything, and Ray still being too angry to talk with you without yelling. Raymond heavily sighed, picking up the discarded rag, wringing it out and bringing it back over to you. He placed the cloth along your brow, just above where you held the defrosting wagyu beef.

After a minute of dabbing your brow and wiping it of now drying blood, he spoke."Look, I'm sorry I just don't want you getting hurt, love."

"I'm a big girl Raymond."

"Yeah, but you're still my girl," Raymond said, dropping the cloth to the counter and wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. "And I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life, in our kid's life."

"You can't think like that," you said, finding comfort in playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

"How can I not when you put yourself in harms way like that," Raymond contradicted, lessening his grip on you to look you in the eye

"Well, how do you think I feel when you do the same thing?"You questioned the hypocritical man. Raymond said nothing; he knew you were right. He couldn't be too mad at you getting yourself in a bad situation when he did it everyday.

"Please don't fight me on this, I just want my family safe," Raymond basically pleaded. He didn't have much of an argument, but the one he gave was damn strong.

You could argue that you wanted him safe too, but there was no point. Raymond had been in the business for years, even before you. He knew what he was doing; you just had to hope his years of work prepared him for any dangerous situation.

You took a moment to think it all out and finally settled on a decision."Fine, but you owe me a cooked steak," You said, wagging the wagyu in your husband's face. He actually chuckled at this joke, but it may be because he knew how you would keep yourself safe for him and your kids.

"Deal," Raymond replied, giving a kiss to your lips, being sure to avoid the cut that was there.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I absolutely loved this movie and Raymond was probably my favorite character. Thanks again to @mint-opal​ for requesting this imagine. Requests are still open so if you have any ideas you can send them my way. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

Lots of Love <3

[indestinatus]

Sweet Blood

TIVATOBER 2020 // DAY 21

↳ prompt: Fake Blood - rated T (1,168 words)

summary: Tony finds himself alone in a rather strange looking crime scene, and has no other choice than to act. Established Tiva. 

A/N: many references to The Shining because I wanted it spooky but not that creepy. Borderline crack to be honest. I have no regrets at this point. 

read it on AO3 🩸

Tony looked over his shoulder again, the prickling sensation at the back of his neck driving him to do it. He was certain he saw some motion at the end of the corridor, but with a blink, it was gone. 

It could have easily been just a figment of his imagination—the rectangular shapes of the carpet and the series of closed doors were strangely similar to the famous hallway of The Shining—and it wouldn’t have surprised him in the least if a boy just appeared riding a tricycle towards him out of nowhere.

As soon as Tony entered the hotel, though, something didn’t feel right. There were no guests. Of course, that could’ve happened - it was off-season after all. 

But there was no one. 

No staff, no concierge, not even a doorman. He tried to see it as a good thing - as few people as possible on a crime scene made their job a lot easier - but he just couldn’t shake the feeling there was something wrong. The hotel was old, but cleaned meticulously - every surface was spotless to a point where he could see his own reflection in the pillars of the hall. 

If it was an abandoned place, how could it be so well maintained? 

It also didn’t help that Tony was alone. Just last Friday, he’d watched the movie again—the image of Jack chasing his wife with an ax still pretty clear in his mind—and now the long corridor felt too familiar for comfort. He’d taken the stairs (nothing related to the scene of blood gushing out from the elevator, he’d told himself) and now the team was still to arrive at the scene. 

He tried not to dwell on why they’d taken longer to get there but mentally hoped everything was okay. Glancing at his watch for what felt like the tenth time in five minutes, Tony decided it would be wiser to act—otherwise, it would’ve taken him very little to just run away from that place, blaming a stomach ache or something. 

Kubrick’s creations were certainly masterpieces, but he preferred not to fight two creepy ghost twins anytime soon. 

Unclasping the weapon from his belt, Tony inhaled deeply as he prepared to open the door. He confirmed that the number above it wasn’t 237 and checked one last time down the hallway for any sign of the team, but there was no one there. 

Suddenly he missed Palmer’s awful remarks if only to fill that deadly silence. 

Turning the handle with a click, the door opened to reveal only darkness. Tony tightened the grip of his weapon and cursed when he found the light switch didn’t work—but he should’ve expected things weren’t in his favor today. Getting his flashlight, he stepped inside, his heart racing.

“NCIS,” he stated loudly, eyes trying to get used to the darkness. 

A putrid smell suddenly filled his nostrils and he knew at least that that was the right room. Carefully stepping inside, Tony quickly surveyed the small living room to find nothing. The same with the bedroom and bathrooms, no body in sight. 

Following his intuition (and that horrible smell), Tony headed towards the kitchen, weapon raised and the flashlight dully illuminating old-looking furniture. He could hear his pulse loud in his ears, but other than that, nothing. His breathing felt too heavy and he tried to tone it down, but it wasn’t easy. 

That sensation of being watched had followed him inside.

Tony’s flashlight fell on the refrigerator and his body chilled. He halted, a shudder running down his spine. 

Blood dripped from its cracks, painting the door bright red. A good amount of it, coming from inside the upper freezer drawer. Whatever was inside it had been there for some time now—the trails of blood almost reaching the floor tiles. 

With the grip of his weapon turning slippery from the sudden sweat of his hands, Tony rethought his life choices for a moment, asking himself just how the hell he’d find himself there in the first place if it was his job to open the door and find out what was inside. The awful smell certainly came from it, which gave him no other choice. 

He sighed, cursing to himself. Holding the flashlight with the same hand that held his weapon, Tony raised a hand towards the handle and felt the chilling sensation of the metal against his fingers, one that made him feel even colder. 

Yanking the freezer door open before he could change his mind, Tony cursed loudly once he saw what was inside. 

“Gee,” he breathed, letting out a sigh. 

The lights of the room turned on the same time footsteps sounded, and Tony jumped a little before quickly turning around to find no one other than his boss as his shooting target. 

“Scared of finding something else in there, DiNozzo?” asked Gibbs, raising an eyebrow.

Tony felt he could have hugged the man with the sudden wave of relief, but refrained from doing so. McGee entered the kitchen a moment after, narrowing his eyes at how he stood with his gun raised, and Tony straightened his posture, letting it down. No one needed to know how fast his heart was racing.

“Well, yeah,” replied Tony, a bit breathless. “I’ve grown to expect the worst.”

Tony followed Gibbs’ gaze to the freezer and felt heat creeping up his neck from the embarrassment. His boss motioned for McGee to take a picture of it before putting his rubber gloves to touch what was inside. 

His fingers came back sticky from the berry jam that had defrosted because of the power outage and Tony cursed again for not having put two and two together when he had discovered that the lights didn’t work. 

“A head inside your refrigerator?” asked Gibbs, though his attention was now focused on collecting a sample of it for Abby.

Tony huffed, trying to regain some composure. “I live with ex-Mossad officer Ziva David,” he said, loosening up his tie, “It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.”

“Do not worry,” a voice came from the adjacent room, and Ziva entered the kitchen a moment later. “I prefer cleaner methods.”

Tony shot her an incredulous look. 

“Is that supposed to soothe me?”

Ziva shrugged, then eyed the refrigerator, chuckling amused. 

“Besides… Jam is better,” she smirked. “Your blood is not that sweet.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot to the ceiling. “I thought we were talking about killing someone else. Not me.”

“Hm,” she hummed, and the sparkle in her eyes made him question if he could fool her as well as the others.

“I would sleep with one eye open if I were you,” chimed in McGee.

“I already sleep with two,” Tony replied. “She snores too loud.”

Gibbs huffed amused and McGee marked, "Not the wisest thing to say."

Tony eyed Ziva again to find her casting him a Kubrick-worthy smirk. 

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight," he swallowed.

"Hm," she hummed, then stepped closer to him to whisper, "You wish."

[lord-explosion-baku]

Part 2 of Yandere Neko!Shinsou

Neko!Shinsou x Reader

Warnings: yandere, light violence??? Classic case of reader being kinda dumb around a yandere.

A/N: this was rushed as hell and definitely not my best work but🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll be writing more of the story that’ll get a little more spicy and probably a little gross tbh but please be patient. ALSO, I’m on mobile and for some reason the “read more” cut isn’t working??? So... I’m sorry lol.

“What are you doing?”

You stood against you kitchen counter, shaky hands struggling to defrost the plastic covered frozen salmon in your sink. You tried to focus on the fish and not on the abrupt stranger that has appeared in your house in the middle of the night that had claimed to be your cat. It was… impossible but you’d pulled at his ears, examined his tail, and checked his teeth; everything about him was real… he even had the same beautiful purple colored irises with those slitted pupils. He was your cat but how and why?

After a lot of one sided conversation and a struggle to get the cat-man to wear your pajama pants, you decided that it would be awhile before you could fall back asleep and figured that your pet would be hungry.

You moved the pink slab of meat onto your counter and pulled out a knife. You gave the fish a slice, trying to focus on anything but the looming presence of the strange cat-man behind you.

Just then, he placed his chin on your shoulder, his wispy purple hair tickling your skin. “That’s for me, right?” He asked, right before nuzzling his cheek into the crook of your neck.

“Gah!” Swiftly, you turned around, holding your hands up, still wielding the knife, to keep distance between you and… and Shinsou. So much for trying to focus.

He looked at you with surprise while his indigo ears twitched back as he stared wide-eyed at the knife, his narrowing into slits. Goodness, you didn’t want to frighten him but you were just spooked by the sudden contact!

“Shinsou,” you lowered your hands, resting the knife on the counter, “I’m sorry, but you need to keep your distance! People have… boundaries. And you can’t just pop up behind people like that.”

Shinsou’s ears twitched back and his lips outed subtly. “I thought you knew I was there.”

Ohhh nooo he looked hurt. It was bad enough you threw your shit at him and called him a pervert but now you were threatening him with knives. Whether he was kinda human or still your cat. You bit your lip, trying to figure out what you could possibly say or do to explain yourself and make sure your cat wasn’t upset. He was your cat, right? … Pleasing Shinsou as a cat wasn’t too hard… maybe you could… continue doing what you had done before.

“Hey,” you cooed, trying to sound as the sweetest caregiver possible. Shinsou watched your shaking hand reach up to his hears and in response, they perked up as you began scratching behind them. “I’m so sorry, Shinsou. I don’t mean to be harsh with you. I’m just rattled, is all. This is new for me, too.”

The way your fingers attentively pat his ears made Shinsou melt. You were heaven on earth and it didn’t take long for him to start purring for you, which made your eyes widen for him. Thankfully, you didn’t pull away, instead you moved your hand under his chin and began to scratch upwards. Shinsou’s face flushed, everything he knew he liked as a cat felt a hundred times better as whatever he was now. A human? Neither you nor him could call himself that but at that moment, it hardly mattered. You were giving him the attention he needed since he found himself in another body, and it was everything. You were making him feel so good that he didn’t catch himself leaning down towards you, mouth agape, pupils wide, lost in a dopamine induced trance.

You gave him a funny look as soft purrs rumbled out of his chest and the moment you finally pulled your hand away, albeit, too soon, Shinsou had to put a foot down to stop him from falling on top of you. Before your hand could return to your side, Shinsou grabbed it and, without even thinking about it, bit down on the carpal side of your palm.

You winced and Shinsou noticed, catlike eyes watching you and waiting to see how else you’d respond. He had bitten you plenty of times when he was an animal but that was usually when he was overstimulated. You hadn’t done much to get him there.

“H-hey,” you began, trying to pull away.

Your body heated up when his tongue slid out of his mouth and gave the side of your hand a long lick. You felt prickles erupt in your back!

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled as the blush on his cheeks grew. He brought your hand to the side of his face and rubbed against you, desperately clinging on to the warm sensation you brought him whenever you touched him. “Never stop.”

“I… uhh,” you tried articulating an objection but Shinsou took a step closer to you, his surprising built frame towering over you. You could practically feel the vibrations from the reverberating purrs emitting off his chest so close to yours, the distance between the two of you uncomfortably intimate. “I need to… feed you, Shinsou.”

“Mhmm,” Shinsou smacked his lips together, his purple irises darting from your face to the ignited fish on the kitchen counter. He opened his mouth, expecting you to place his treat in his mouth like you had always done before. You had to repress the need to call him out on his lack of manners. He was a cat, he wasn’t raised like you and it was partly your fault he was so spoiled.

Beside yourself, you catered to the purple haired beast’s whims, placing a tiny slab in his mouth to which he greedily swallowed whole. “Another,” he commanded and again, his mouth fell open.

“A please and thank you would be nice.”

“A what?” He stopped purring.

“People say please and thank you when they want something from another person. It’s only polite. I understand that you don’t know these things, Shinsou, but I’m not here to be your little slave. A little appreciation goes a long way!”

“Appreciation?” Shinsou tested the word on the tongue. He understood most foreign words as soon as he them. “Oh, I appreciate you, human! Didn’t you hear? I love you!”

Your treacherous heart skipped a beat and that embarrassed you. “You don’t have to go that far,” you mumbled, turning back to grab another slice of the fish. “And I told you, my name is Y/N.”

“No, but I do,” Shinsou leaned back against the counter next to you, eyes glued to you even though his food was right in front of him. “You saved me from the cold. You take care of me and pet me… and you love me too. You said so yourself and you can’t take something like that back.”

You bristled at the comment. If he could remember you telling him that you loved him as a cat, then that would mean he could recall everything you’ve done in front of him, whether it be shoving food in your mouth without the cripple of societal eating standards glaring you down, singing obnoxiously loud to your favorite songs, or even changing in front of him. It wasn’t like you had to worry about those kinds of things before! He was an animal! He couldn’t think deeper than eating and sleeping… at least that was what you thought!

“I said I loved my cat…”

“Again, I’m not your cat. You’re my-,” he started but you waved the preposterous statement away. Did cats really believe that they owned humans?

“Whatever, I look after you,” you fired back.

“That you do,” he smirked and languidly turned so his whole body was facing towards you. He opened his mouth and pointed to it. You scoffed.

“Pleeeaaase?” He asked.

When did your sweet cat turn into such a brat? You figured that since he at least learned how to say, you might as well feed him again, just this once but you made a mental note to teach him proper human etiquette later on. He had to treat you at least a little decently until you figured out a way to change him back.

“Mmmm,” Shinsou closes his eyes and enjoyed the salmon that was simply melting on his tongue. After he swallowed, he cracked a grin, knowing that getting you to feed was a partial victory. He reached for another slice, honestly having hands was so convenient, and brought the fish up to your lips. “Now it’s your turn.”

“What! No!” You swatted his hand away and the fish fell to the floor. Shinsou narrowed his eyes before picking the salmon piece up. At first you were worried he was going to eat it clean off the ground but you were happy to see he threw it in the sink. He must’ve seen what you do in situations where food touches the floor.

“What’s the matter, human? You don’t want me to take care of you now that I can?” He clutched his chest. “I’m hurt.”

Where on earth could he pick up such a dramatic move like that from. You shook your head. “I can’t eat that unless it’s prepared correctly. And to answer your question, no, I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“Pffft,” Shinsou picked up a different salmon piece and ate it. It was infuriating!

“Okay, well, it seems like you’re doin’ fine on your own so if you would excuse me, I’d like to go to bed. Hopefully I can think clearly about our situation in the morning.” You stepped out of the kitchen but Shinsou was right behind you.

“Bed?” Shinsou’s tail swished behind him, his ears perked up. What was he so excited about?

“You’re not coming with me,” you said, accusingly.

His ears fell. “Why not? I love being in bed with you.”

Oh, Jesus Christ. “Because, you’re…” you stopped at your bedroom door to gesture at his entire body, “like that! It would be inappropriate for us to share a bed! And besides, you woke me up by… biting my neck…”

“You liked it.”

“What makes you think that?!”

“Because, you were purring,” Shinsou grinned, taking a step closer to you so pressed your back against the door. He leaned down so close to you that he could feel the heat radiating off your darkening cheeks. His pupils dilated. “I wanna make you purr some more.”

“Ohh noooo,” you pushed past him, heading towards your living room. “There will be absolutely none of that!”

You gathered a couple blankets and draped them over your couch, choosing which pillow would suit your cat-not-cat best. Shinsou distracted himself by watching the long switch hanging from the fan whirl around with the manufactured wind.

“Lay down,” you commanded, pointing to the couch. Curious, Shinsou obeyed, awkwardly maneuvering himself into a position that would best fit him, but his joints wouldn’t bend the way they did while he was a cat and he found himself in an uncomfortable fetal crouch.

He looked at you expectedly. “Now what?”

“Oh god, you’re hopeless.” You grabbed on to his legs and pulled them out so they were stretched alongside your cushions and when he looked halfway normal, you threw an extra blanket on top of him. “This is where you’ll sleep tonight. Comfy?”

“No.”

“Well!” You threw your hands up. “There isn’t really much I can do for you right now!”

“You can let me sleep in the bed with you.”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Well then, could you get me a bowl of milk? The salmon wasn’t enough.”

You scowled at the beast who only granted you with a toothy smile. He sat up and gently took your hand, bringing it back to his cheek so he could rub it some more. You really had no idea how to react to the incredibly odd affection. No man had ever rubbed himself on you, at least, not in the way Shinsou was doing right now. But he wasn’t a man at all. He was only doing catlike things, and could you really scold him for acting on his nature?

“Or maybe you can just sleep on this couch with me,” he pulled your arm hard, so you would fall into his lap. Before you even tried to struggle to get up, he wrapped both arms around your torso and nuzzled his head against yours, sending shivers down your spine. He started purring immediately!

“See?” He nipped at your ear while locking his hands together, “There’s enough room for the both of us!”

“No!” You elbowed him in the side and hopped right back up again. You immediately regretted it. The hurt look in Shinsou’s eyes was absolutely heartbreaking. You’d hit him, your cat...

Shinsou moved his body so he was sitting up on his knees, looking up at you with those precious, widened pupils. You were just about to be overwhelmed with guilt before he uttered his next words.

“You’re being so stubborn, kitten.”

Dumbfounded, your brow twitched, aggravated and flustered. He was talking to you as if you were his pet! You had really spoiled him rotten, hadn’t you?!

You clenched and unclenched your fists. You could choose to lash out at him but then you’d have to deal with him not trusting you anymore after you figure out how to turn him back into a cat. You did love him… your cat, so you really wanted to give him the best life. That shouldn’t change just because you could now understand what he’s saying to you.

You turned on your heel. “I’ll get you your milk.”

As you walked towards the kitchen, Shinsou called, “make it warm! … Thank you!”

You flexed your jaw. At least he was trying to be polite…

Unfortunately for you, when you returned with a warm glass of milk you had steamed, Shinsou was no longer in the living room.

That little scamp.

What a frustrating nuisance, you were going to spray that mischievous scoundrel in the face with water when you found him! It was like you were taking care of a child who only looked like a young adult and that made dealing with him so much worse!

You swung your bedroom door open, prepared to throw the cup of milk in your cat’s face but your anger dissipated as soon as you saw him there, laying in your bed. He was on his stomach with a blanket half covering his body, his right hand hanging languidly off the bed while his tail was tucked against his side. Soft snores escaped his mouth that very well may have melted your heart.

You let out a long sigh and set the glass on your side table. Beside yourself and done in by your tiresome night, you carefully crawled over Shinsou, careful not to touch him even a little bit, and tucked yourself against the wall, keeping as much space as possible between the two of you.

Shinsou was like you; it was always easy for him to fall asleep and even if you were aggravated with him and your situation, it didn’t stop him from still being your cute little kitty. You’d lay down your ground rules to him in the morning.

“If you touch me at all tonight, I’m going to throw you out into the snow,” you said, nodding out with a yawn.

Shinsou only responded with more soft snores. Usually when people snored around you, it was hard for you to get to sleep, but Shinsou’s breathing was pretty soothing, just as he had been when he was a cat. It didn’t take long for your eyelids to finally grow heavy and you zonked yourself out.

When Shinsou heard your breathing grow heavy, he opened one eye and turned towards you, sleeping cozy and perfect next him. Shinsou’s tail swished behind him as he started to smirk.

@bluebearcandy

[lunarfox22]

Bloodied and Broken - Part 2

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 1721

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Summary:  Loki has fallen from the Bifrost, a disgraced prince. He meets Angela Lawrence, a SHIELD agent who helps him, but can he let go of his scorn? Or will he betray the only person who is on his side?

A/N:  I'm moving these over to my new writing works tumblr. Please forgive any confusion!

Part 1 - Part 3

Masterlist

Angela Lawrence was a busy woman. Director Nick Fury saw to that. Lately she’s had her hands full overseeing the cleanup/rebuilding of the small-town Puente Antiguo, New Mexico and keeping an eye on Dr. Jane Foster, who was now stationed in Albuquerque. Most of her time was spent going between the two towns and managing things.

She didn’t mind it too much. Angela was curious by nature, and the fact that mythical legends had landed her on Earth excited her. When she wasn’t working, she would return to the little house she had rented between the two towns and read up on Norse mythology to learn as much as she could. That was probably why Director Fury had assigned her to this. She was very thorough in every task he had given her. Whether it was a hit job, espionage, or just leading a team, she always made sure she did it perfectly. Well it’s that and the fact that Agent Coulson had his hands full with the defrosting of Captain America.

The sun was almost set leaving the sky a stunning mix of blues, purples, and oranges. Angela watched the sky as people left the building where they were temporarily housing the residents of Puente Antiguo who had lost everything in the robot attack. She did this every day, she was often the first one to arrive during the work day, and she was the last one to leave, just to make sure everyone had what they needed.

When every SHIELD agent had left Angela said her goodbyes to the residents, got into her black SUV, and left to go to her house. It wasn’t her only house, but she had rented it to make this mission easier. This mission could take months, so she currently lived in a small, 2-bedroom house on the outskirts of Albuquerque, and it was a good 30-minute drive there and back from Puente. But it allowed her to easily go from Dr. Foster to here.

She was halfway home, listening to some pop station, when she noticed a bright light falling from the sky. Quickly, she pulled the car to the side of the road and watched as the light landed not far from where she was. Was it a meteor? A piece of satellite? She put her hazards and hopped out of the car to find out.

After a short hike towards what was now a small crater in the ground, she stopped dead in her tracks. In the crater wasn’t a meteor or a piece of satellite like she figured there would be. There was a man. There was a whole ass man, lying unconscious or possibly dead in the crater.

Shaking her head as if it would really help her see clearly, she stared at the man for a brief moment before lowering herself into the crater to go check on him.

As she walked towards him, her thoughts frantically raced through her mind. He couldn’t be human; he would have burned up in the atmosphere. Could he be an alien? What were the chances that an alien would land here three months after Thor landed here? Could he be a super soldier? Or something like The Hulk? Whatever he was, she would have to find out later. Right now, she needed to see if he was alive.

Now that she was close, she could get a good look at the man. He was pale, with long raven hair. He was lying mostly on his back, one arm was sprawled out under him, and the other bent to his side. She could tell he was tall by how long he was. And he seemed kind of thin, like he hasn’t eaten in a while. She could already see scrapes along his face from what she assumed was when he landed and skidded across the earth.

She lowered herself close to his body, she reached out to check his pulse. Before she even reached him, he let out a low groan. That answered that question. So, the man was alive. She continued to reach for his neck and find his pulse. It was beating faintly, but she could feel it slowly getting stronger the longer she checked.

“I think you’ll survive,” she whispered to the man.

She pulled her hand away, squared her shoulders, and took a deep breath. Right. Now to see where else he was injured.

He wore some weird armor like outfit made of gold metal and green and black leather. It was hard to tell if he was bleeding or not. Her hands slide down to his chest and to his side, checking for any reactions. The moment her hands came in contact to where his ribs would be green eyes shot open and he groaned in pure agony.

She ripped her now bloody hands away, “Sorry!” She really hadn’t meant to cause him that much pain.

Green eyes flashed and looked at her, “Stay away!” he growled out.

She heard an accent, so he wasn’t from here.

She held her hands up in a surrendering gesture, “I’m just trying to help you.”

He stood up abruptly, making Angela scoot back quickly. His vision swarmed and dizziness hit him like Mjolnir hitting his chest. He stumbled a bit and held his aching head. By the Norns, how far did he fall?!

Angela stood up slowly trying not to move too quickly. When he began to stumble again, she went to his side to steady him only to have her hands slapped away.

“I said, ‘stay away’ or can you not hear?!” He hissed at her. His side was in excruciating pain and her holding it did not help.

“And I told you I was trying to help.” She replied calmly and returned to his side. When he hissed in pain she let go and went to the other side. When he didn’t do anything, she steadied him.

Loki’s vision filled up with black dots, but he kept his gaze on her. From the looks of it, she looked mortal. Perhaps Midgardian, but he wasn’t sure. “And what can you do?” He sneered at her. He doubted she could truly help him; most mortals were incompetent.

Angela paused briefly. What could she do? She couldn’t take him to the hospital, that’s for sure. He was an alien. He looked human, but for all she knew he could have two hearts. And the public wouldn’t respond very well to an alien. Especially after what happened after Puente. She thought about taking him to SHIELD, but then thought better of it. They would interrogate the guy instead of allowing him to heal. They would probably study him like a science experiment. At the moment they were on high alert after Thor and his brother’s little spat and whoever this was didn’t deserve to be treated like that. She could take him home and help him. Angela was experienced with injuries, having sustained a lot over her lifetime and had to fix many other people’s injuries. She had medical supplies there as well.

“I can heal you,” she replied.

He pushed Angela off with a considerable amount of strength for a heavily injured person. He stalked away a few feet, albeit with a limp. He looked back at her skeptically, “Why?”

Angela blinked in surprise. Why? Why was she helping this man? Not even a man, this alien. Logically, she should take him to SHIELD. Aliens did just destroy an entire town. But as she looked at him, standing there holding his side in pain, she couldn’t do it. She knew what they would do. So why? “Because I can help you,” she answered.

He scoffed, then clutched his side in pain. “There’s always a reason,” he said before swaying once again.

Angela quickly was by his side again and placed one of his long arms around her shoulder. “Alright, big guy. We’re going to my house.”

It wasn’t difficult to keep his tall frame up, until they got to the part where she had to pull him up and out of the ditch. For a thin guy, he was heavier than she expected. However, the further they walked, the more he leaned on her and more pain shot throughout his body.

She flicked her eyes up to look at him and say the pain etched in his face. “Hold on,” she whispered, “we’re almost to my car.”

The moment they reached her black SVU, she leaned him against the side of the car. She quickly opened up the back door to let him in. She turned back to him and saw him leaning against the door with his eyes closed, seemingly taking a breather. She gently touched his arm to get his attention. She guided him to crawl into the backseat of the car.

Loki crawled in and let his head rest against the seat. He heard the door next to him slam, and then a few seconds later another door open and slam shut. He could feel his consciousness slowly slipping away from him. His eye lids were getting heavy and the black dots were getting bigger and bigger. He could vaguely hear the woman speaking to him, but he couldn’t make out the words. His eyes finally closed and he was out.

Angela looked in the back to see him out. It wasn’t that surprising, seeing how much blood he had lost and how injured he was.

As she pulled off, her mind went back to the question the man- well alien had asked her. Why? Why did she do this? She peeked in the backseat at him, and sighed. He needed help. And it seemed like he didn’t get much kindness in his life judging by his response to her. This had to be the most reckless thing she has done so far. She had an unknown alien in the back of her car. He was weak, but he had enough power to push her. Who knew how powerful he truly was? Who knew how dangerous he was?

It didn’t matter now. At the moment he was hurt and needed help. He would probably die if she didn’t help him out.

She sighed. She had a busy day, and she was going to have a busy night.

[violet-knox]

Summer Plans

Year 6 - Chapter 49

Summary: You owl Severus after arriving back home and plan to meet up later that week.  

Word count: 3521

Previous Chapter - Chapter 1 

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‘Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.’ 

Severus smiled as he read over that line from the old muggle book he’d dug up the morning after arriving back at Spinner’s End. That line had played over in his mind overnight and he couldn’t help but find comfort in it. The first time he’d read this book he thought the author was living in some fantasy world with an absurd view on love. But he had to admit, he’d simply been a foolish naive boy who’d never truly experienced love the way it was described. How hypocritical was he now to feel his heart swell with warmth at the thought of you after deeming that book absolute rubbish? Even now, waking up knowing he couldn’t see you, he still felt happy despite the fact that he desperately missed you.

It felt rather odd to break from his usual routine of sneaking out of his dorm early to meet you in the astronomy tower. He felt lost when he woke up today, unsure of what to do with his time if it wasn’t being spent with you. Of course, anything would be an improvement to sitting in bed, listening to yet another argument emitting from the kitchen below. 

You’d proven to be such a distraction on the train, he’d forgotten the somber look on his mother’s face was awaiting him at Kings Crossing. His father’s disapproval of every little thing, lost to him. Even now, the sound of their voices muffled through the walls was something he thought he’d gotten used to, but it seemed louder somehow, like he’d stepped into a house that wasn’t his own. Though he supposed in a way, it never was. The little house at the edge of Spinner’s End had provided him with a shelter, a place to sleep while he waited to be sent home. To his real home at Hogwarts, the only place he’d felt a sense of belonging. The home he shared with you. 

Severus shut the book and placed it back in the old bookshelf that stood in the corner of his room. One of these days he will have to learn to let go of some of these books or find another place to store them before the wood panels they stood on snapped in two. Turning back, he went to his trunk and took out the book you gave him for his birthday and began rereading it in hopes of finding a distraction from the noise below. He sat against the wall where his bed had been shoved with the book open in his lap when an owl landed on his window sill. Looking up he stared at the creature that stuck out its leg at him, patiently waiting for the letter attached to be removed. Severus closed his book and placed it aside as he eyes the owl in surprise. He wasn’t one to receive letters often, especially when he’d just returned to Spinner’s End. 

Sitting up, he reached over and untied the letter, watching as the owl took a few steps to the side and made itself comfortable. Severus traced over his name, smiling when the identity of the sender finally registered. Excitement pumped through his body as he turned over the envelope and tore it open, unfolding its contents.

Severus,

We only got off the train 12 hours ago and I already miss you. I was wondering if you would want to accompany me to a local bookstore that I like to visit over the summer. Does Thursday work for you? Send me an owl as soon as you can. 

Can’t wait to see you again. 

Love you, 

(Y/N)

He read it over again, the grin on his face growing wider with every word. He absolutely adored seeing you miss him so much, already making plans to see him. If this was how he would spend his days in this wretched house, perhaps the summer wouldn’t be so awful after all. Severus reset his gaze as his eyes scanned over his own name printed so neatly at the top of the page when he heard the owl on his window hoot in annoyance. His head shot up and noticed the owl edging closer to him, stretching out its neck as it eyed the letter in his hand. Realizing you must have paid to have it send his response as well, he quickly made his way to his trunk and retrieved a quill and inkwell before taking a seat and pulling out a spare piece of paper.

(Y/N),

Thursday sounds great, I’ll meet you at the park at eight o’clock.

Love you too, 

Severus

He looked down at the letter, his cramped writing giving the appearance its length was shorter than it truly was. He had so much to say, so many emotions, yet he knew words somehow would never be enough. He folded his letter instead, placed it inside an envelope and wrote your name on it before he reached over and tied it to the owl who’d already had it’s leg out in anticipation. Severus leaned over the window sill and watched the owl sore into the air until it disappeared before plopping himself back on his bed and resumed rereading your letter. 

Receiving your confirmation letter had Severus counting down the days as if he would be soon returning back to Hogwarts. He felt like a child who’d been promised a trip to the toy store, ready to pick out anything he pleased and only you would ever have such an effect on him. 

After never ending days of reading, shouting and distractions, the Thursday sun finally shinned through Severus’ window, piercing his pupils as he opened his eyes. Though it seemed improbable, the bright outdoors had him wonder if mother nature was as happy as him today.  

Severus shoved his face in his hands, grateful he wasn’t sharing a room with dozens of Slytherin boys who’d surly make fun of the eager grin and splatter of rose on his cheeks. This had to be the first time he’d woken up in Spinner’s End excited to start the day and he wasn’t about to waste a second of it. 

Throwing his covers to the side, he quickly got out of bed and began rummaging through his closet until he found a decent pair of trousers along with simple black short-sleeve shirt. He changed as quickly as he could just in time to see his father slam the door shut on his way out for work. His mother was no doubt in the kitchen as always. Cooking was the only thing that brought her joy anymore, something about stirring a pot reminded her of her times as a Potioner and it only strengthened Severus’ resentment for her choice to give up her life as a witch for a muggle. She’d taught him so much when he was young, as if bestowing her knowledge, putting it to use would somehow make up for the fact that she couldn’t contribute as a functioning member of the to the Wizarding World anymore.

There she was, as he’d suspected, hunched over the stove with breakfast already on the table. Eileen Snape, former member of the once honorable Prince family, cooking in a muggle house when she could have assigned a house elf to such a treacherous task if she hadn’t been disowned. It didn’t matter now. She’d made her choice and Severus was sure to take note as to not make the same mistakes his mother had chosen to make. He would make something of himself despite his tainted bloodline. 

“I have some errands to run today Mum,” he said as he shuffled through the kitchen and head straight for the rightmost cabinet where the tea was stored. He grabbed an earl grey tea bag and placed it into his mug before he poured in the hot water his mother had boiled that morning. 

“Errands? You’ve been back three days. Where are you off to then?” She asked, turning off the stove and let whatever sauce she was making steep as she reached for the defrosted chicken to begin slicing it. 

“Nowhere, just to a nearby bookstore.” Severus opened the fridge and looked for cream for his tea but found none. With a sigh of disappointment, he opted to sit at the table and pop two sugar cubes into his tea instead. 

“Are you meeting with that Evan’s girl again?” 

Severus kept his eye on his tea, watching the sugar slowly dissolve as he stirred it while his mother spoke. “Or perhaps that girl you rode the train with?”

His head shot up to see his mother eyeing him with a mischievous grin, eyes still so heavy as always. Pupils dilated, he felt his cheeks heat up before he snapped his attention back to his tea, his hair falling forward to cover whatever embarrassment leaked out onto his face. 

“Who is she?” she asked, turning her attention back to the task at hand. 

Severus removed the teaspoon, licking it clean before placing it on the empty plate and taking a sip of his tea. He wasn’t ashamed of you of course. He was rather proud of his relationship, especially after bounding with you for so long. But he never once thought of mentioning you to his parents when they were always so busy with each other. It never once crossed his mind his mum would care about his personal life in the slightest. 

“A friend,” Severus mumbled as he made his way through his morning beverage, downing it to try and escape before this conversation took a turn he couldn’t get away from. 

“Just a friend?” she cooed. With her attention focused on the chicken, Severus quickly gulped down the rest of his tea, picking up the plate and placed his used cutlery in the sink before heading towards the exit. “The way you were smiling at King’s Crossing I would have thought-”

“Bye Mum!” he shouted as he scurried off towards the exit. Smiling, he shut the door and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he made his way to the park to meet you. 

Merlin only knows what would have happened if he’d stayed to continue conversing with his mother. And since when did she care about his personal life? He was surprised she even knew Lily’s family name, let alone notice him smiling at you when she picked him up from King’s crossing.

He was early. You were nowhere to be found, the park completely empty including the swing set where he’d found you last time you’d met here. He went and leaned against the old tree sitting at the parameter of the park and waited, wondering what this bookstore you were so eager to show him entailed. Cokeworth wasn’t exactly known for its selection of literature, one of the many reasons he’d become a sort of book hoarder. Though he didn’t really get out much in the muggle world and any money he made he’d rather spend on Magical books so he wouldn’t exactly call himself a Cokeworth bookstore expert. 

It didn’t really matter where you took him, if it be a bookstore or night club, he would enjoy your company either way. Although a nice quiet place would be ideal. And one away from Muggles as well, so perhaps a bookstore was the perfect place for you both to spend time if not at Hogwarts.

Finally, he spotted you heading towards the park from the main road, cheerful as ever. Severus pushed his back against the tree trunk, propping himself upright, and began making his way over towards you as he admired the angelic glow around you in the summer sun, the simple dress and your hair high in a ponytail complimenting your form. That Hogwarts uniform really did you no justice.  

Neither of you said a word as you approached one another and instead came together in an embrace as your lips pressed together. You tightened your hold around his neck as you felt him pressing you closer into him, your lips desperate to make up for the lack of contact over the last few days.

“I missed you,” you whispered, keeping your lips ghosted over his. He hummed and placed a hand on your cheek before leaning in to connect your lips in response. You giggled, eager to meet his quick movements. 

“So what about this bookstore you wanted to show me?” he asked as you both walked hand in hand towards the main road. 

“Yes, I’ve been working there during the summer for the last few years,” you said, excited to show him the one place in the muggle world that meant almost as much to you as Hogwarts. “You’ll love it, they have the best selection of books and the owner is so nice.”

“I didn’t know you worked over the summer.” Severus dropped his shoulders in disappointment, realizing how little he knew about your life outside of Hogwarts. He had never thought to ask because he was never one to talk about his own muggle life.

“Where do you think I got my money from? My parents didn’t exactly leave me anything.”

He gave you a quick smile as you both hopped onto the bus and found a seat. Feeling guilty, Severus began asking questions, wanting to know every detail of your life until your stop finally arrived, and he found himself standing in front of the quaintest bookstore he’d ever seen. It looked quite small on the outside and he wondered where they could keep all those books you’d been going on about. This was a muggle store, they didn’t have the ability to charm their rooms and make them appear smaller on the outside. 

You eagerly stepped through the door and Severus followed only to pause and peer over the anticlimactic room he’d just stepped into. He could only spot a few simple shelves, holding what appeared to be their best sellers and a cashier's counter. It wasn’t until he spotted the stairwell in the left corner of the room that he understood the main floor of the store was a level below. 

He passed by a few Muggles as he followed you down the stairs opening to a rather generous floor that seemed to be littered in books. Peering around, he tried to keep track of all the different sections only to feel rather overwhelmed by how many there were. He was reminded of the first time he’d stepped into the Hogwarts library and in fact, this bookstore did appear like a mini replica of the most extravagant library in the Wizarding World, which he found to be rather ironic. He could definitely see why you were so fond of this bookstore. 

“Mr.Davis!” you said as you spotted the owner. Severus turned his head and quickly followed you as you made your way over to the older gentlemen speaking to what he assumed was one of the workers.  

“(Y/N), I thought your first shift wasn’t until tomorrow?” he said, greeting you with a gentle smile. 

“It is, I just wanted to show my boyfriend around today,” you gestured for Severus to come forward as you introduced him. “This is Severus.”

“Nice to meet you Severus,” Mr.Davis shook his hand before turning to you and inviting you to the back room. The man seemed rather enthusiastic for someone who’s income relied on the people of Cokeworth buying the books he had to offer. Living in an industrial town, Severus never imagined finding such an extravagant bookstore, especially one located in the middle of nowhere. And he surly didn’t imagine finding anyone in a bookstore though he supposed most muggles needed some sort of hobby to pass the time.

“All yours (Y/N).” Mr.Davis shot you a quick smile before leaving you and Severus in a room even more cluttered with books. 

Severus couldn’t believe the number of books stuffed into this room. It’s as if a Doubling Charm had been placed on each book and when he spotted some stacks with the same cover, he had to take a step back and remind himself he was in a muggle store. 

“He keeps all the old books back here,” you explained, making your way to the very back of the room. “Any returned books that he can’t sell or extra copies of retired titles get stored here. He lets me go through them whenever I come visit and keep whatever I want.”

“So this is where you get most of your books then?” Severus finally began to understand how you were always able to keep your selection of books fresh while he continuously reread the few books he owned. 

“Yes. Well obviously, I can’t get any wizarding books here, but some of these muggle authors write really well.” You began shifting through one of the many boxes, took out a book by your favorite author and handed it to him. “Here, this author is amazing, I’ve read all her books.”

“How many books do you have?”

“Well, I don’t keep them all, I only keep the ones I want to reread and give the rest to the other kids at the orphanage. You’re welcome to take whatever you want in this room,” you said before picking up another box that caught your eye and placed it on the floor. 

Severus smiled, watching you sift through the box, pick up a book and open it to the first page before opening the book you handed him to read the summary. It seemed interesting enough so he thought he would give it a shot. He then joined you in rummaging through the rest of the boxes. Both of you creating a rather generous book collection to take home

An hour went by before Mr.Davis came in to check up on you two, bring two paper bags with him knowing you had already picked out too many books to carry. 

“Thank you Mr.Davis,” you said as you handed Severus the bags and asked him to pack up the books you had piled on the floor. You stood up and made your way to the door to catch the store owner before he made his way back to the floor. “Listen, I know you’re a bit understaffed this summer with Angela still at college and Steven staying home to take care of his mother, so I was wondering if you would consider hiring Severus to work around the store with me.”

Mr.Davis looked over at the boy who was carefully placing each one of your books into the store bags he’d provided before turning his attention back to you. “Well, I could use the help. You’ve probably noticed our stock has increased a lot while you were at school,” he took a moment to think before he continued. “Alright, send him to my office in ten minutes so I can interview him.” 

“Thanks Mr.Davis!” You held back your excitement as you closed the door behind him and made your way back to Severus to tell him the good news.

Severus was surprised by your proposition, never considering willingly taking a job in a muggle shop and he wondered if doing so would only upset his father further since he’d spent most of his summers helping him at the cigarette factory. He’d no doubt be forced to hand over anything he made from this job if he told them. Then again, he was getting older and he was of age now, meaning he was allowed to perform magic outside of Hogwarts, giving him a leg up against his father if he were to protest.    

“Come on,” you said, “It’ll be fun! We can see each other practically every day and Mr.Davis is really nice. Just go talk to him, you can ask him about whatever is giving you reservations.”

He smiled at the thought of seeing you so often and imagined how peaceful it would be to work here with you. His parents’ approval be damned. He’ll come up with an excuse and keep the money himself if the store owner would have him. 

“Alright,” he said as he stood up and followed you to the owner’s office. You waited anxiously as ten minutes went by, then twenty, then thirty. Finally, the door opened and you sprung up from your spot and immediately closed the book in your hand as you watched Mr.Davis chuckle while letting Severus out of his office. You smiled when you saw the happy look on his face.

“Severus, you can start tomorrow with (Y/N), if you like,” Mr.Davis said, shaking his hand one last time. 

“Thank you sir,” Severus replied before heading back over to you. 

“I’m so happy,” you said as you lunged at him, throwing your arms tightly around his neck. You both left the store shortly after that as you wrapped your arm around his and clutched the bag of books in your other hand, ready to begin a summer filled with nothing but joy and content.

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