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➵tw for stepcest, somnophilia, basically dub-con, age gap, sexual comments, groping, cream pie, oral sex, threesome, lmk if I missed any. Super mean price, too!

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You didn't exactly want to admit how you felt about it. Your fathers best friend, Philip, was a pain in the ass. Quite literally as well.

Every time he came over, he was all over you, and along with your father. And even worse, your mother's job had her away constantly. And it wasn't like you could text her. Not when your dad had to give you a phone and watch what you did on it before taking it back.

It was ironic given that he was watching porn all the time on his phone. You had walked in on him once or twice. You still weren't sure if he was really close or if he had come to you both times. You hoped for the latter, obviously.

Philip wasn't the brightest either, as stated. Whereas your father was with you all the time, every time phil came over, his advances were clear. Missing panties, bras, shirts.. you name it. Even your own jewelry? The worst part is he would tell you exactly what he'd do with them. And return them to you.. with their own new design. More of, covered in cum. Needless to say, those panties were thrown away. But you didn't have an infinite supply of the damn fuckers, so there you were. Sitting alone in your room with no panties and a tight little top for bed.

You preferred tighter clothes for bed since they didn't slide around as much. You dad didn't seem to think it was for that. It was surely just to turn him on.. According to him.

You had lost doorknob privileges due to talking back when it was really just you telling him about why you decided to wear tight clothes. He wouldn't even let you buy baggy ones. Said you'd look homeless every time.

So, under your covers, you were really just in a camisole. Just a baby pink shirt, nothing special. You were so ready for bed. It was the middle of the week, and you had classes tomorrow at your college, so you had to get your beauty sleep. Until...

You heard a knock at the front door, then a few clicks of the doorbell. You already knew who it must've been.

Fucking phillip.

"Hey!!" He shouted, seeing your father. You pictured the scene in your head since you were upstairs. Sulking in dread as you already knew what was about to happen. You heard muffled voices.. and then walking up the stairs. You saw your dad's silhouette through the small hole of your absent doorknob.

"Phil wants to see you, baby doll." He peeked his head in, and you audibly groaned. "No." You mumbled, glaring at him.

"No attitude. You know fuckin' better. Get up, you're saying hi. And just for that, you'll be spending about an hour with us since you wanna be such an uptight brat." He glanced at his watch before watching you instead of disappearing. You just looked back. Wouldn't he leave?

"Get up. You wanna test me?" He growled, walking in and getting closer to you. He hovered over you, his eyes staring daggers into yours. "If you wanna be a fucking brat do it so phil can see. Get the fuck up, y/n." He said in a yelling whisper voice. The type your mom would use when you were misbehaving in public.

Abruptly, he tugged your covers off just as you were about to say anything. No panties.. no covers. No privacy. He glanced down, taking a look at your bare pussy. "Oh so you're being a slut now? Is that it?" He said, rolling his eyes before grabbing your arm. "I don't have any underwear!" You protested, but he dragged you out of bed regardless despite you trying to fight him. There was no use. He was twice your size.. you weren't exactly a fighter either.

He pulled you down the stairs and led you into the kitchen.. only Phil to be there with a grin on his face. "What's wrong? Missing something?" He asked, glancing down at your hands tugging down at your camisole to cover yourself. Your cheeks flushed, embarrassment and anger setting in. You were flustered, and your own father threw you at a man whore. "Fuck off." You snapped at him, only to get a rough push into the counter by your dad, his body pushing you into the cold marble. "You will not speak to our guests that way, do you understand." He roughly whispered into your ear with gritting teeth before pushing off you after your little scolding.

You stood there, practically fuming. You glared at phil, only making him chuckle, his eyes drifting down to your pussy.. a little bush of pubes very visible, along with your pussy lips.

"Wanna tell Phil why you don't wanna wear underwear, hm?" John seemed to have calmed a bit, almost a playful tone as he glanced down too.. feeling a bit of blood rush to his cock.

"Because someone took all my panties and used them to jerk off with." You said dryly, eyes connected with Phil's as he finally looked up, tilting his head. "Wasn't me, baby. Must've been your dirty daddy." He laughed, only for John to laugh with him. Your dad's hand slipping around your waist before sliding down to your ass.. giving it a rough squeeze. "Guess we'll have to get you some more, huh?" John said, his hand leaving you to reach out to the fridge only to grab two beers. Despite being of age, you still weren't allowed to drink. Or basically do anything for that matter.

He passed the beer to Phil for him to smirk, tipping his head up as a thanks before he opened the cap with just his thumb. You were surprised he didn't have a deep cut of some kind. You guessed it was from all the shit he did over the years.. creating a rough callous on each of his fingertips. John did the same, for them to take a few sips, dramatically smacking and doing what older men had to.

"You just wanna stand there? If you need something to do, you can always start cleaning. Something a woman like you should be doing." He said, taking a quick sip before chuckling softly. "Or actually, a girl like you."

Fucking prick. You chose not to talk. It would only get you either having to actually do that or screamed at.. or worse. You shuddered at the thought. They both began to chat.. while you stood there awkwardly.. backing away slowly.

John didn't seem to notice. Nor care. So, you crept up the stairs, being sure to avoid the creaky parts before getting into bed, shutting your eyes. You prayed they wouldn't notice you disappeared, but they would eventually. You were just afraid of what would happen.

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"Wanna fuck her?" Phil said. He wasn't lightweight. He knew well what he was doing. What he was asking from your father. And your dad did, too. He wasn't dumb. "Why wouldn't i?" He said back, glancing at each other.

"Her fault for wearing that shit.." Phil cursed under his breath, palming himself as they stood above your bed.. watching your body squirm in whatever dream you were having. John's eyes were focused on your ass. Perked out as you were cuddled into yourself.. curled up. You said sweet little nothings.. soft hums coming from your mouth as your pussy soon glistened.

To answer the question.. yes. You liked it. You loved it. The attention was horrible, but the outcome? God. Your poor pussy needed cock. You were still a virgin due to your dad being a prick and not letting you lose it.. so your fingers and household items were really the best you had. And you couldn't even deny it if you were asked. You had wet dreams about fuckng yourself on your dad's cock maybe every night.

Your pussy was practically dripping. John groaned softly.. his cock perking in his jeans. "Fuck.. pretty girl.." he mumbled, bending his knees as he moved his hands to your ass.. rubbing it before sticking a finger in your tight little hole.. the warm wetness sucking him in. Phil was unbuckling his jeans.. pulling his boxers down and stroking his meaty cock in no time as he watched your father finger you..

"So fuckin' tight..." he rose from his position.. pulling his cock out as well.. moving down once more.. just now on your bed. You still hadn't awoke yet since your dream was also quite action packed. You didn't notice the dips in the bed where your father's knees had gone.. his hand guiding his cock along your wet folds, a grunt leaving his lips as he took everything in him not to cum right there and then. Phil hummed behind him, precum from his cock making wet noises as he pumped his cock.. grabbing one of your arms from where it was tucked in your chest before gliding it over his cock instead. Soon, both the men were groaning.. only fondling with you now.

John decided it was enough. So, he began to push his cock inside you, Phil now moving onto the bed aswell, on the other side as he rubbed his cock against your cheek. They were both getting what they wanted before your eyes began to flicker open.. Phil reacting immediately. He slipped his cock in your mouth, holding your head as he licked his lips.. eyes rolling back as he began to buck his hips against your tongue. You hummed... the foreign feeling of something prodding at your pussy making you mumble more.. little movements coming from you as you finally began to realize what was taking place. You moaned as your stepdad began to work himself in further, groans leaving his lips as you squeezed around his cock. You whimpered.. hands tugging on Phil as he lifted your head farther on his cock.. guiding you as you moaned around both of them.

"Fuck, baby.." Phil cursed. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." He began to thrust into your mouth, your eyes widening as you gagged and choked on his girth. He was huge.. you could feel how slimy his cock was from his precum.. and even better, your daddy was thrusting into you at the same time, cock covered in your sticky arousal as lube. He began to spoon you, rutting up into your core as you moaned, his hand reaching around to play with your clit at the same time.

"So tight, princess.. love this big ol' cock dontcha' babe.." he purred into your ear, quickening his pace as he groaned and bit at your neck.. Phil bruising your throat at the same time. John knew you were helpless. He knew you were just a little toy for him now.. and he fucking loved it.

He thrusted and thrusted, finger quickening on your sensitive bud as Phil began to slow down.. sloppy thrusts following as he quickly pulled out of your mouth, pumping his cock quickly.. "fuckfuckfuck.. cmon.. fuck.. baby.." His feet scrunched as you moaned on your daddy's cock, little whimpers leaving you as you closed your eyes.. Phil shooting cum all over your face.. the gooey white substance dripping from his tip as he groaned.. swallowing hard as he watched John practically pound into your pussy as he sucked on your neck. "Gonna ruin this pretty pussy.." He said, voice rough and gravelly as he tried to keep his composure inside you.. his free hand going under you and slipping beneath your shirt to cup your tit.. pinching your nipples.

"Fuck! Ah.. too much!" You whined.. shorted breaths leaving you as you reached down to play with your clit.. your breath quickening as you came closer and closer to the edge.

"Gonna cum? Gonna cum all over step daddy's cock?" He grunted, obviously close himself as he kept going steadily, your clit burning with heat as you finally came.. short gasps leaving you as you whimpered.. mumbling yes over and over again as you father came quickly after cock pushed up into your cervix as he came.. hips jolting as he hummed.. "ur' pussy belongs to me, doll.. daddy's girl.."

He had filled you to the brim with his cum.. eventually pulling out only for the cum to ooze out of you.. body shaking as you gasped.. feeling the absence of your dad's cock as you drifted back to sleep..

"Never getting a filling that good from anyone else.." he whispered, kissing your forehead as he presumably got dressed with Phil... leaving you to your dreams as you slept.

This took so unbelievably long to make. It looks so short, too 😭. I hope you enjoyed it!! lmk if you want a part 2 maybe?? If this gets traction maybe but idk I'm not gonna like waste time if it's not gonna be enjoyed yknow 🤧

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[ella-nicole]

run away

A/N: As majority votes, we're writing about my baby boy ghosty poo!<3

Anyway, this is an AU where Simon and you are friends that don't know the benefits just yet. This probably isn't proofread, so I apologize in advance.

Warnings: Simon's just a bit handsy.

p.s.: I apologize sincerely, I meant to finish this last night, but I fell asleep with the damn app open sigh. I hope you LIKE IT!

Simon has always been closed off.

He never spoke during school and he definitely wasn't even remotely approachable. However, when you met him, you couldn't help but feel so strongly for him. You wanted to know him as if he were an extension of yourself. He was a mystery, and you loved riddles.

That's how you became his favorite nuisance. You'd randomly strike conversation with him, asking him pointless questions just to see how he'd respond. He'd hardly respond, only to tell you to shut up before you ask him another question.

A year passes, and by that time he had softened to you. He was fond of you, regardless of how he felt when you first spoke to him. Eventually, you knew all there was to know about him. At least, that's what you thought until he finally told you his living situation.

Hearing what his father and brother have inflicted on him his entire life, it made you physically ill. He told you that there was no use in being upset, that it was his life and not to stress your little head about it. However, you couldn't just let that go.

For months, you'd schemed, plotted, and planned for a way to get him out of that shitty place. Finally you came to a conclusion.

You would run away with him.

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'Tap! Tap! Tap!'

Simon sat up on his mattress, his head spinning and blood pulsing in his ears. He was still fully clothed, not bothering to change since he was in such a pissy mood. Something was tapping on his window, and frankly, he didn't have the patience to listen to it all damn night.

With an angry grumble, he rips his curtains open, prepared to release his pent up rage on whatever it was. However, that irritation fades into nothing as his dark eyes fall onto your face outside his window.

"Trouble?" He mumbles, taking your hand and gently helping you into his tiny room. He was beyond perplexed-- you knew better than to just show up at his house. Simon glances over his shoulder wearily at his locked door, not wanting his dad to come back. He never wanted his father or brother to see you. He knew the disgusting things they'd do just to hurt him.

You smile brightly at him, but that falls the moment your eyes land on the darkened bruise just beneath his right eye. "Si, are you alright? What happened to you?" Your hands worried over him, gently cupping his cheek as you examine the discoloration.

His large, calloused hands cover both of yours and pull them away from his face with a gentle expression, unusual to his rough features. "Just a scratch, lovie. What're ya doin' here?" His face was stern, and it made you shrink a bit.

You planned for so long, you didn't even think about what you'd do if he refused.

"Well," you swallow thickly, your voice unsure and a little nervous. His unwavering stare is relentless, small droplets of sweat gathering on your neck. "I have a surprise?" Kind of. God, you hope he says yes.

Simon raises a dark eyebrow and crosses his arms. "And wha's tha'?" He is whispering, but you could practically see the drooling sarcasm in his tone. That only made you more nervous. Was this a bad idea? No. The thought of him staying here made your stomach turn.

"Run away with me."

There's a thick silence that pursues your blunt statement. Both of you just stare at one another, almost as if you hadn't said anything at all.

"You're a loon." He dismisses, turning to plop back down on his bed. You follow instinctively, standing at the side of his bed with your arms crossed and a pout on your face.

"Just listen!" You whisper-shout. The dark haired man just shoves his face into the pillow, groaning lowly. "Simon," You hiss, pinching his butt. He doesn't jump, he just turns his head over his shoulder and shoots you a harsh glare.

"'M listenin'," he mumbles tiredly.

"Good, because I have been planning this for months." You huff. It only took as long as it did because you needed to save enough money, but it was well worth it. You climb in beside him, laying on your back. You nearly fall off the side of the skimpy twin mattress, but one of his thick arms wrap around your middle tightly and tugs you into his side. His stomach and cheek press against the mattress as he looks at you, his eyes are dark and exhausted but he's intrigued. You, his little nuisance, want to run away with him. Nothing but trouble, really, but he couldn't help but grow fond of your antics. It warms his heart, the same heart he thought was frozen over eternally.

"Talk, trouble," Simon rumbles, eyes instinctively looking over at his door once more, ears listening for any sounds of footsteps. Half of him just wanted to go with her now and have her explain later, but just the thought of getting caught, his father seeing her, it made him want to throw up. He tightens his arm around her, turning his body so he was laying on his side. He needs to make sure she has an actual plan.

Ecstatic that he was letting you plead your case, you turn to your side, tossing one of your legs over his hip like you always did. His hand cups the underside of your knee and tugs you closer, then keeps you pressed against him with firm grip on your ass. Grinning happily, you begin the small tangent in an urgent whisper. "I have been planning this for about... six months." You admit in a hush tone.

Simon stays silent, his hand brushing up the curve of your lower back, pushing beneath your shirt absentmindedly. He hums and you take that as a sign to continue. "I booked us a hotel for a week. After that, I can pull out a loan for us to get a small apartment. You're gonna have to work too, though."

Both Simon and you were in your last week of high school. You never thought that this is where you'd be, but you couldn't help but feel happy. You still had your favorite grump, and he wouldn't be without his trouble. Although the lines between friendship and something more were definitely blurry, you didn't want it any differently.

Simon's eyes widen a fraction before they soften completely. Huffing, he presses his lips to the top of your head. He feels his heart clench. "Why would ya' do tha' for me?" He murmurs, fully wrapping both of his arms around you, his warmth blanketing you in comfort.

You can't see his face, which worries you since his tone wasn't very easy to read. You wrap your arms around him as well, pushing your face into his shirt and breathing in his scent. "That's a dumb question," you mumble back, peeking up to look at him. "You're my best friend, dummy."

Deciding that he was convinced enough for you, you sit up in his bed and stretch. "Come on, pack your things. I parked the buggy around the block." You whisper quietly as you stand and face him. Your eyes trail over him as he sits up and swings his long legs over the side of the bed. He pins you with eyes you've seen before, a cold heat in those dirt colored depths. A shaky breath shudders through you as his large hands grab at your hips and force you to step between his legs. "We should get going, Si," you whisper, but in spite of those words you find your hands trailing up his forearms slowly, raking your nails against his skin. He doesn't say a word, just continues to look up at you with an emotion you can't describe. It went deeper than any definition could begin to explain.

Simon sighs through his nose. His hand tugs your shirt up, lips pressing soft kisses to the warm skin of your belly. Smiling slightly, you run your fingers through his dark locks, tugging at his roots. You let out a soft sound of surprise as he nips at your skin, most likely in response to your rough handling of his hair. He gently swipes his tongue over the small bite, soothing it apologetically. He stands slowly, his hands never leaving your body.

"Alrigh' love," he murmurs and squeezes your sides before stepping past you to pack some things. He didn't have a lot in general, so he just shoves whatever he can into his small bag. With one last look at his bedroom door, he takes your hand and leads you to the window. He lets you out first, making sure no one saw you before he quietly escapes as well.

You lead him through the shadowy streets of Manchester, guiding him where you parked your shitty pick up. You didn't even bother trying to get in the driver seat, knowing that when in a vehicle he always prefers to drive. You also knew that it's a control thing, so you just let him.

Exhaling lowly, you feel your heart fill with relief. Your plan worked. Smiling widely at Simon, you squeal in happiness. "I can't believe this," you say breathlessly. Simon just looks at you with those deep brown eyes and you know immediately that he's grateful for you. He doesn't need to say it, because you already know.

Simon looks at you for a moment longer before leaning over the center console, his burly hand cupping the back of your neck before he presses his mouth to the corner of your lips. "Thank you," he rumbles against your lips quietly before pulling away and starting the ignition.

You sit stunned, cheeks blissfully pink. Fumbling to put your seatbelt on, you peep out a 'you're welcome' before he pulls away and into the night. The lines were definitely blurred.

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Part Two out now!

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2023 Ace Week Fiction Podcast Fan Event (October 22nd-28th)

October 22nd to October 28th 2023 is ace week, and fiction podcasts are a great medium to be asexual.

Prompts

Sunday, 22nd October

Ace of Spades | Realisation/Acceptance

Monday, 23rd October

Cake & Garlic Bread | Invisible/Seen

Tuesday, 24th October

Ace of Diamonds | Effort/Rest

Wednesday, 25th October

Space Ace | Past/Future

Thursday, 26th October

Ace of Hearts | Isolation/Connection

Friday, 27th October

Dragons | Divergence/Diversity

Saturday, 28th October

Ace of Clubs | Mourning/Celebration

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[l0velyrand0m]

Old Soul - The First Avenger

Third chapter, here we go.

I've gotten a reblog and a few likes, so I figured the third chapter was in order. Maybe theres people actually enjoying this, yknow?

As always: The full story in it's entirety is on Wattpad (l0velyrand0m) and there may or may not be a second book in the works? This is all mostly for my enjoyment, there's no demand or anything, I'm just addicted to fictional men punching people.

The prior chapters are on my blog, the first chapter is pinned and the second chapter was posted not too long ago.

"Faster, ladies! Come on! My grandmother has more life in her, God rest her soul!" Peggy shouted at the soldiers lined up doing push ups on the ground. Eliza watched and observed the men. Erskine had given her the task of watching out for the "least fit" in the group. No idea why, but she was sure it was her brother. Until she overheard Phillips.

"You're not seriously thinking about picking Rogers, are you?" the Colonel asked the doctor next to him, who simply nodded.

"I am more than just thinking about it. He is the clear choice. I'm hoping our Nurse friend over there agrees," Erskine replies. Eliza was thoroughly confused.

"When you brought a ninety-pound asthmatic onto my Army base, I let it slide. I thought, what the hell? Maybe he'd be useful to you, like a gerbil," Colonel Phillips explained. Somehow him referring to her brother as a "gerbil" made Eliza almost offended for him. "I never thought you'd pick him."

Eliza walked over to the two men and joined the conversation. "Gentlemen," she greeted. Erskine offered her a small smile.

"Up," Peggy commanded the boys once she saw Erskine, Phillips and Eliza gathered together.

"Doctor Erskine, forgive me," Eliza began. "What is the Super Soldier breed exactly?"

"A Super Soldier is a highly advanced superhuman, given abilities from a serum I invented. It's highly intuitive - made to make the weakest man stronger. But it only amplifies what's already there. Give the serum to the wrong person, and you've just made them more of themselves." Erskine's explanation made Eliza nearly sick to her stomach. She wasn't entirely convinced that Steve would survive such a thing. "Rogers is a perfect candidate. Determined, clever. The serum will do him well."

"You stick a needle in that kid's arm and it's gonna go right through him!" Phillips exclaimed. Eliza almost wanted to agree.

They glanced over to the recruits scurrying to straighten up at Peggy's command.

"Look at that. He's making me cry," Phillips scoffed.

"I am looking for qualities beyond the physical," Erskine says. Eliza was starting to dislike his philosophical speeches.

"Do you know how long it took to set up this project?"

"Yeah, I know."

"All the grovelling I had to do in front of Senator What's-His-Name's committees?"

"Brandt," Erskine corrected. "Yes, I know. I am well aware of your efforts."

"Then throw me a bone. Hodge passed every test we gave him," Phillips says. Eliza wrinkled her nose. She didn't want to have to work with Hodge anymore than she already had to. "He's big, he's fast, he obeys orders. He's a soldier."

"He's a bully," Erskine corrected Phillips again.

"You don't win wars with niceness, Doctor." Phillips reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand grenade. "You win wars with guts."

Phillips threw the grenade into the area where the men were training. "Grenade!" and all the men scattered.

Except for Steve.

Steve jumped on the bomb and covered it with his body. Eliza's heart dropped. Peggy stood wide eyed at the boy.

"Get away! Get back!" Steve yelled. He waited for the bomb to go off, but nothing ever happened.

"It was a dummy grenade." Eliza whispered, and looked to Phillips.

"All clear! Back in formation." an officer waved all of them back into line.

"Is this a test?" Steve asked, peering up at Erskine, Phillips and Eliza.

"He's still skinny."

•••

Eliza laid silently on her bunk. She couldn't believe the nerve of Steve earlier. But at the same time... she was astonished. Proud, even. That her brother would think to do that. Suddenly she understood what Erskine meant about choosing Steve over Hodge. Whatever was in the serum wasn't just enhancing the physcial stuff. It would enhance him mentally, too.

A knock at her door drew her attention back.

"It's just me, are you decent?" Steve asked from the other side of the door.

"Decently mad at you, sure," Eliza remarked. Steve sighed. "Yes. It's fine if you come in."

The door opened to reveal her twin brother. She wanted to question how he got over here in the first place, but then she noticed Erskine behind him and assumed the german doctor had something to do with his arrival.

"You have five minutes, then you must return to your barracks. I need to speak with Miss Rogers as well."

Steve nodded and closed the door. "Look, Liza, I never meant to piss you off this bad, I just-"

"You saw an opportunity and you took it. I understand. How do you think I'm here, Steve?"

He smiled slightly. "I'm sorry for being such a jerk, and not listening to you when you were only trying to protect me."

"I should've realised you didn't need protecting. You're not a 16 year old kid in Brooklyn anymore. You're grown up. And I'm proud of you."

Her words sent a stab of remorse through Steve's heart. The words, coming from her, meant the world to him. But he was only recieving them because he made her feel like the bad guy for doing the right thing.

"Thank you, Eliza. I'm proud of you too."

"Five minutes are up, Steven," Erskine said, opening the door. "Say your goodnight and goodbye so I may speak with her."

"Bye, Elizabeth, have a good night."

"You too, Steve," she said, watching him walk out the door.

"Miss Rogers, it's come to my attention that Steven is your twin brother?"

"Yes, sir."

"You've had a knack for taking care of him. So I have a promotion for you once our project starts. You'll be his personal aid. I'll teach you everything I know about the side effects of the serum and what to watch out for starting tomorrow. Are you interested?"

•••

"I know this neighborhood," Steve wonders, looking out the window of the car. "I got beat up in that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner."

Peggy stared at him cluelessly. "Did you have something against running away?"

"Yes. Yes, he did," Eliza chimed in.

"You start running, they'll never let you stop. You stand up, push back. Can't say no forever, right?" Steve pondered. Peggy's expression changed from confused to curious.

"I know a little of what that's like. To have every door shut in your face."

Eliza nodded. "It's annoying."

"I guess I don't know why you'd wanna join the army if you're a beautiful dame," Steve wondered aloud. Peggy raised a brow at him, and Eliza looked over with a look of "what the hell". Steve immediately tried to recover. "Or a beautiful... a woman. An Agent! Not a dame. I mean you are beautiful but-"

"Please, for the love of God, shut up, Steve," Eliza groaned.

"You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?" Peggy snickered.

"This is the longest conversation I've had with one. Woman aren't exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on," he shrugged.

"You must have danced?"

"Well asking a woman to dance always seems so terrifying. And the past few years didn't seem to matter that much. Figured I'd wait."

"For what?"

"The right partner."

The car pulled up by an antiques shop. Peggy and Eliza exited the car, Steve trailing behind, completely clueless. Eliza was too, but she trusted Peggy enough to follow her without question.

"This way," Peggy instructs him.

"What are we doing here?" Steve asked.

Peggy smirked. "Follow me," she says, guiding Eliza and Steve into the shop.

"Wonderful weather this morning, isn't it?" the shop owner asks Peggy.

"Yes, but I always carry my umbrella."

The shop owner nods, and Peggy leads the twins to a basement. It opens up into a large circular laboratory. Erskine's team was huddled around the center and around different machines. Steve was lead to the center of the room, however, where a pod was fixed in the floor.

"Good morning!" Erskine greeted the twins happily. He takes Steve's hand and shakes it as someone takes a picture. Eliza hated being in pictures. Something about people seeing her long after she was gone, and there was nothing she could do to tell them not to look. She didn't like that sort of thing. "Please, not now," Erskine shooed the photographer away. Steve looked at the pod curiously.

"Are you ready?" Eliza asked him. Steve only nodded.

"Good! Take off your shirt," Erskine instructed him. Steve did so, and climbed into the pod, laying down on a table. "Elizabeth, go assist Mr Stark, please."

"Yes, sir," Eliza nodded. She walked over to the man, and then it hit her who Stark was. Howard Stark. The genius inventor. "Mister Stark, my pleasure."

Howard turned around to look at her, a smile falling on his face. "You must be Elizabeth Rogers."

"How'd you know that?"

"Erskine was talking you up earlier. Apparently you're a really good nurse?" he comments with a smile.

"Well, I don't like to brag," she shrugged. "But I wouldn't mind the compliment."

"Mister Stark, how are your levels?" Erskine shouted across the room.

"Levels at one hundred percent," he answered. "So is that your brother? Steven?"

"Good!" Erskine replied.

"Yeah, my twin," she answered.

"Interesting. The twin sister of a super soldier, huh? How weird has that gotta be?"

"It's not quite set in yet. He's still gonna be a twig in my mind forever."

"Hope you didn't pick on him when you were younger," Howard smiled. Eliza recalled her mother's sayings, not to pick on him because one day he'll be bigger than her. Though she wasn't sold on it, and she definitely wasn't ready for that to be the case artificially. "We may dim half the lights in Brooklyn, but we're as ready as we'll ever be."

"Elizabeth! Come here!"

"Gotta run, Stark. Nice conversation."

"Yeah.. Yeah let's do this again sometime. Maybe under different circumstances?"

"Maybe."

"How do you like your coffee?"

"Elizabeth!"

"Cream and extra sugar."

Eliza ran off back to the table where her brother lay. Erskine handed her a needle, of what she assumed to be penicillin. "Inject him with this, then come back with me."

"Hey, Steve," Eliza said calmly as she walked over with the needle. "I'm here to inject you with the euthanasia."

His eyes went big before he realised she was joking. "Oh, haha."

She squeezed his skin gently and gave him the shot.

"That wasn't so bad," he said softly.

"That was penicillin."

Steve's mouth formed an "o" as she took the needle away and Erskine came back to his side.

"Serum infusion beginning in five, four, three, two, one," Erskine counted. Eliza wished she could hide in the viewing room with Peggy and Phillips. But here she was. Watching her brother and best friend get experimented on. Steve winced as the serum was injected into him. "Now, Mister Stark."

Howard pulled a lever, and Steve was upright in the pod as the doors closed. Eliza wandered back over to Mister Stark's side as he amps the procedure.

"That's ten percent," he informed Erskine, but pointed it out to Eliza. "Twenty percent. Thirty."

Eliza could start to hear Steve's pained screams as the vita rays transformed his body. She lowered her head slightly and watched the numbers raise with intent on focusing more on Howard's numbers than Steve.

She had focused so hard, that she blocked out all the noise in the room until she heard Steve yell in response to the scientist. "No don't! I can do this."

"Eighty. Ninety. That's one hundred percent."

The power in the lab overloaded, and Stark rushed to open up the pod and get Steve out. Eliza's breaths were shallow as she waited to see what happened to her brother.

Suddenly everyone came rushing out of the observation room and into the lab. She steeled herself and turned her head to look at her brother.

She was shocked. Steven Rogers was now the first successful Super Solider.

[quietwingsinthesky]

MASTERFUL [+ even] SCENE ???

[Saxon groaning pathetically.]

EVEN (shouting) Master!

SAXON Present.

EVEN (curt) I don't belong to you. (shouting again) Missy!

SAXON Well, she's not here.

[An expectant silence followed by Saxon getting to his feet on his own noisily. Another expectant silence, this time followed by footsteps drawing closer. Another pair interrupts them, Even's, taking only two steps before they both stop.]

Please, don't look too happy to see me.

EVEN I'm not.

SAXON (lying) The feeling's mutual. (singsong) She's not coming back for you, (regular) so you're stuck with me. Doesn't that make you nostalgic?

[Even doesn't respond for long enough to disrupt the flow of the conversation.]

EVEN You would have come back.

[Even sighs.]

SAXON Obviously I would have. You're my pack mule.

EVEN Don't call me that.

SAXON Would you prefer guard dog? You do still have that gun somewhere?

EVEN (ignoring him) Eight.

SAXON What?

EVEN Eight versions of you. I had an equal chance to end up with any of them. Or alone. Or with… Um. (frustrated) She, um. The woman who wasn't you. (eureka) Miss Grant.

SAXON One of the Doctor's other pets. A very old model.

EVEN (audibly restraining themself from repeating him in any way) Or I could have gotten the one who sounded like Jack. I liked him.

SAXON Who?

EVEN Sunglasses.

SAXON You want Agent Smith? You can't complain that I'm mistreating you and then ask for him. Do you want to know how he got that accent?

EVEN Not really.

SAXON He took it when he took that body. It's human. It had a life, a wife, a-

EVEN You did that.

SAXON (annoyed) He did it more recently. The sunglasses cover up its eyes. Dead give away otherwise. He crawled inside it, made himself at home, and failed to make it count for anything.

EVEN You failed.

SAXON (angry) I won! You'll believe Missy, like she's done anything with her own life-

EVEN (matching his volume) It's your life!

SAXON Exactly! I'm not throwing it away for her to waste! I deserve this!

[Silence. Wind.]

What are you doing with your face? Stop it.

EVEN (upset) I'm not doing anything.

SAXON (disgusted, mostly with his own reaction) Close your eyes. Stop looking at me like that.

[He huffs. Even sniffs. He shifts, as though looking away and back again.]

I told you to close them. Now, look what you've done.

EVEN (crying) I'm not doing! Anything!

SAXON Do I have to hit you?

EVEN (no hesitation) Yes.

[Silence.]

[A slap.]

[Even squeaks. Then they let out a harsh breath.]

SAXON Done?

[Even sniffles and breathes in with just as much effort.]

EVEN Done.

[They breathe in again. In the distance, there's the rumble of a car. Saxon turns to watch it as Even exhales.]

Why didn't you say you could do that?

SAXON You asked for it. Don't act all 'woe is me' because I left a bruise.

EVEN (pleased) Left a-? (stops themself) No. About bodies. About. You said you-

SAXON He.

EVEN You got inside another person.

SAXON (innuendo) Every other day, if I can help it.

[Even sniffs again. They don't get it.]

EVEN (whispering, mimicking Saxon) If I can help it. Help. (regular) You should have told me what I was there for. If you wanted me around because I'm human and you can- However you do it. Why didn't you?

SAXON (the answer is because I wasn't going to, or because I was and I decided not to later and then I'd have to come up with a reason why that both of us would believe, or because I still would have if I had to in order to live, and then I would have eaten you all up until there was nothing left, and you'd be gone, do you understand that, you'd be gone.) I had enough trouble keeping you on a leash when you were waiting for me to kill you. You really think I would have let it slip that I wanted to wear you to stay alive. You'd have shot me. I've had enough of that for one regeneration.

[Two pairs of footsteps. One moves back. The other advances.]

[Even hums.]

EVEN I don't look good in sunglasses.

SAXON I don't look good in human. We all have to make sacrifices.

EVEN (tiredly) Sacrifices. Because you deserve it.

SAXON See? That wasn't so hard. You always come around to my way of thinking. (realizing something) So stay close to me. And… if we run into me again, don't listen to what I have to say. What they have to say. Especially her.

EVEN (half a laugh) Heh.

[The sound of another car passing in the distance. They're both quiet.]

SAXON So, do you have that gun?

EVEN Yes. (pause) I'm not going to kill anyone for you, Master.

[Two pairs of footsteps, heading away together. Their voices get similarly distant, slowly trailing off and leaving the wind behind.]

SAXON No, I'm sure they'll be very helpful and give us the car if you show it off.

EVEN And if they don't?

SAXON Then, I'll kill them. Spare you the trouble. (muttering) I don't know why you care. The Doctor's gone. You can't impress her anymore.

EVEN I still don't believe you.

SAXON I threw her into a star!

EVEN (mimicking him, mockingly this time) Into a star! You don't believe you, either. You're still waiting for her to show up.

SAXON Why don't we just walk the rest of the way in silence?

[Silence and further shuffling of footsteps]

EVEN (very faintly, far away) You're right. This is nostalgic.

[itsuki-minamy]

"K – RETURN OF KINGS" (NOVEL-ADVANCE)

CHAPTER 8: FLOWERS THAT BLOOM IN THE DESPAIR (Pages 368-375)

TRANSLATION: NARU-KUN

"I had no choice. If each of us has power, we can't just face death without resistance. You can resist with your own responsibility. That's the kind of world Nagare is about to blow up."

The objection came back with a cutting attack.

"What nonsense! Humans who have suddenly acquired power beyond their control will simply show their power and kill each other, a foolish and chaotic world will come. Society needs order and someone to run it. A world of order and intelligence is a beautiful ideal world."

Sweet precision. Not even covered by mist. Iwafune dodged it by tilting his face.

"Haha. It smells blue, absolutely. Wow, just the "Blue King"?"

Iwafune pulled the trigger while he smiled.

"Hey, Munakata. You've never seen hell, right?"

Another chance. Munakata took it.

"You've never walked through hell, right?"

One more shot. Munakata dodged.

"The reason you can't do that is because you have power. That's because you're a "King". If you were just a human being, and it fell on you or someone you care about, you'd think, "Why me?", "I want power"."

Iwafune walked as he fired his gun. A misty world with dark eyes.

The former Iwafune would have agreed with what Munakata said. That's because Iwafune was the "King". Because he believed himself to be omnipotent.

But no, the "King" is not omnipotent.

Iwafune, or rather, the "kings" who lived at that time, realized this. A monster named Kagutsu Genji taught them that they were nothing more than super-humans.

You cannot make wishes come true, you cannot protect anything, you cannot save anyone.

"The reason why you really believe that you can create an ideal world with your own power is because you are a young man, Munakata, and you haven't experienced any setbacks yet."

So, Iwafune walked slowly and appeared in front of Munakata.

Munakata's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could flash his saber, the hilt of the revolver he held in his inverted hand sank into his belly.

"Only for the "Blue King"?"

"What...?!"

Groaning, Munakata staggered back a few steps. It would have been easy to take him down by stabbing more, but Iwafune didn't do that and raised his hand.

"Ah, it's a bit crazy."

He folded the revolver up again and began to load the bullets.

Munakata was looking at that relaxed state of mind with frustration.

"Don't try too hard, young man. This is the advice of an old man. If you set your ideals too high, you'll also get frustrated, right?"

"I have no intention of engaging in useless talk!", Munakata shouted.

A full blow with a saber, but he was still blocked by a gray wall. Iwafune walked away from Munakata,

"Resuming hide and seek, I won't let you use that move so easily!"

He could feel Munakata's superpower swell.

He was surprised. The gray mist was neutralized by the supernatural field focused on Munakata. Correcting the twisted world to what it should be, it was as if "order" was glowing, but...

Iwafune prepared a revolver loaded with bullets.

"Don't overdo it. Are you feeling better?"

He was no longer going to hide in the mist. because there was no need for it.

"It's useless to use all your strength against a weak opponent. It's high tide here too."

The gray mist accumulated in the muzzle of the revolver. All the skills that were used only for defense until now were converted to attacks. Contradictions like attacking with "absolute protection" are nice, but if a shield is hit with full force, it can become a deadly weapon to beat people to death.

The exhausted Munakata did not have the strength to withstand all of Iwafune's might.

It was something they both knew. Both Iwafune and Munakata are a kind of "King". They could imagine what would happen from here on out.

Despite that, there was no despair in Munakata's eyes.

He looked calmly and intellectually at his impending defeat, his frustration, and Iwafune.

As if to say it would never break.

Iwafune smiled and pulled the trigger.

A bullet with a high output supernatural ability was fired in a straight line.

Munakata reacted to that. The saber, which also glowed with extraordinary power, turned around and caught it with his blade. But no bullets were fired. As he distorted the physical phenomena around him, he continued to advance until all of his supernatural energy was used up.

Munakata's saber broke at the same time that supernatural power was exhausted.

Half of the saber and the spent bullet fell to the ground at the same time.

"......"

Iwafune shrugged and met Munakata's eyes.

What was floating in the night sky looking up from the hole was exactly what Hisui Nagare had planned. And beyond that, the shining blue "Sword of Damocles" loomed.

The sword of the "King", which was defeated in tatters and looked like it could break at any moment.

++++++++++

He thought he was asleep for a while.

Beneath his closed eyelids, Nagare sensed several things. The sound of helicopter rotors hitting the air. The smell of gunpowder and dust that tickled his nose. The night wind blew through his hair and he felt the presence he had been yearning for all this time.

Source of eccentricity. An original miracle. God's pedestal that allows people to evolve to the next stage.

"The Dresden Slate."

A familiar voice sounded in his ear.

"Ok, Munakata! The fact that I went out with you and acted like a little chanbara was just to buy time to get this guy out."

Nagare slightly opened his eyes and looked to the side of him.

The familiar stubble looked down with a beaming smile.

It was thanks to him that he was able to sleep. Nagare thought so. Nagare's "trump card", the "Grey King", but also a member of the "Jungle" clan, the human Iwafune Tenkei, who is also like a father.

Nagare trusted Iwafune so much that he could leave everything else to him and go to sleep.

"...Iwa-san."

When he called out to Iwafune in a weak voice, he met Nagare's eyes. With a smile, he laid him down and lay back cross-legged.

"Oh, Nagare. You did it."

"Yes. I understand. Thank you."

As he felt the coldness of the "Dresden Slate" on his cheeks, Nagare certainly laughed as well.

They finally achieved "Jungle's" cherished wish to seize the "Dresden Slate" which had been kept secret by the "Golden King".

Beneath the helicopter's rotor in the sky, swaying on a "Slate" suspended from cables, Iwafune gazed out at the bright lights of the city. Taking a can of beer from his pocket in his cassock, he opened the lid and held it lightly.

"Merry Christmas. This is a present from Iwa-san to you who have been a good boy for nine years. It's too big to put in a sock."

As he said that happily, Iwafune took a sip of his beer.

Nagare, who was looking at him, said to Iwa.

"Iwa-san. I want to drink too. Give me a sip."

"Eh?"

Iwafune frowned curiously, but quickly smiled.

"Well, it's good that you remember the taste of sake, Nagare. Here you go."

He put beer on Nagare's lips and tilted him. The bursting carbonic acid touched Nagare's tongue.

"How is it? What do you think?"

"...Bitter and bad. It's incomprehensible."

Iwafune laughed again at Nagare's scowl.

"It's a boring impression if you use it as a reason for victory."

"Yes. After all, this one suits me better."

Nagare looked down at the "Dresden Slate". It could be seen that the energy consumed was quickly recovered. That was probably due to direct contact with the "Dresden Slate". If they manage to deepen their analysis and fully connect with the "Slate", there will be nothing on earth that can stop them.

The glorious future that he had glimpsed was instantly erased by Nagare.

"Besides, we haven't won yet. They will try to get it back. Now it's our turn to defend."

"Ha. Then leave it to me, it's my job to protect you."

Suddenly, Iwafune frowned as if he had bitten into something sour.

He raised the beer to his mouth to wash it down and smiled distantly.

"If it's about you, I can protect you."

Iwafune looked down. As if he was afraid that Nagare would see his eyes.

Nagare nodded. Iwafune is similar to Nagare, but he is actually a bit different. Nagare lost everything, but Iwafune lost something to protect.

But this is not a fight to recover what was lost.

It's a battle to grab a new dream.

Iwafune looked at Nagare. The light that shone in those eyes. Laughing, he raised the beer can again and looked at the helicopter hovering overhead.

"...By the way, how should I scale this?"

++++++++++

"Comms restored! No fog effect in sight!"

"The Weismann deviation is rapidly decreasing! It's vertical below!"

Fushimi narrowed his eyes as he listened to the reports from the command car.

"...That kind of thing you can tell just by looking at it."

He muttered in a voice only he can hear and breathed out softly.

There was no sword in heaven anymore.

[tzeentchs-secretary-tea-time]

I endorse this wholeheartedly. Most dysfunctional emotional but very functional ruling "polycule": Lorgar, Rob, Perturabo, Corvus, and optional A&O. There would be so many disagreements. Mother in Law Tarasha Euten can and will drop kick Kor Pharon into the nearest AdMech gravitational torture technology testing chamber.

A potential scenario of how they'd "get along" in the read more

Rob (through gritted teeth): "We're being forced to get along. No punting anyone through walls please. I cannot do logistics if my people-"

Lorgar: "Oh your people -"

Pert (simultaneous side eye and eye roll to A&O)

Corvus: "The people are free perso-"

Euten (busting down the door, covered in someone else's blood, distressed shouting of UMs and WBs behind her): "Bobby, sweetie, remember that you wanted a new amphitheater and university of engineering built. Lorgar, honey, I have come to educate you about certain laws that are strictly upheld on Macragge and in Ultramar space. No they aren't anti religion, we do enforce a separation of state and religion so please keep that in mind while I show you the child protection laws. You two twins tell your clones to not poison the visiting dignitaries, we obey the system of law put in place unless there is serious trouble that would destabilise and harm a significant percentage of the population. Now come along Lorgar, I'd like your opinion and expertise on the rituals held by the agritowns."

Primarchs: (intimidated silence)

Rob (resigned sighing): "Yes mother." (Gives filial goodbye hug) "Please always take your guard squad with you."

Euten: "Of course darling." (Commences with the kidnapping of Lorgar to go have some good parenting experiences)

Pert: "So about that university?"

Rob: "As long as its structurally sound, functional, good access to public transport, easy to maintain by mortals, connected to a robust sewage system, and isn't a health and safety code violation you can do as you like. I'd appreciate it if you tried to respect the surrounding architecture and natural environment but that's not a necessity. Here's the draft plan I'd made previously with the materials and finances I planned for this, please alter it at your discretion and come back to me for approval."

Pert: "Oh your approval."

Rob: "It's taxpayer money. I will not waste the efforts of my citizens and make them lose trust in me."

Pert & Corvus: "Ah."

Pert (takes documents and sits at his own desk in the "mandatory get along office" (there wasn't a t-shirt large enough for all of them))

Corvus: "..."

Rob: "How much do you want to advance science without the admech yelling about religion?"

Corvus: "Yes..?"

Rob: "Great, here's the contact details of Belisarius Cawl. I'm sure you'd find his ideas interesting."

Corvus: (wanders off to find Cawl)

A&O: "Boboute. What the fuck?"

Rob: "A group project is most efficiently completed when all participants are doing something they are skilled at or at least don't hate doing. Our leader happens to be my mother, I'm just the manager."

Pert: (amused snort)

A&O: "Soooo... Anything for us?"

Rob: "Yes actually. I was hoping you'd shed some insight into this attempted insurrection, there are some loopholes in the laws I made which I didn't have the experience to close."

you should make your ships get arranged marriage’d more. the primarchs are ripe for it, in either a reader insert way or ‘the emperor is making his generals do WHAT with each other’ way

[gr-ogu]

Hello! As requested, here is a tutorial on how I make my gifs. I would like to preface this by saying there are many ways to make gifs, and there’s no right or wrong answer imo. This is just how I personally go about doing so!

I will be using PS CC 2017, but as long as you have the video timeline option, it shouldn’t matter too much; on any version of PS, you should be able to adapt anything I mention here! You will also need some kind of screen recording software. I’ll talk a little more about that under the cut.

To start, you need the source material you will be making the gifs from! I get mine from snahp(.)it (avoiding links so tumblr hopefully doesn’t banish this from the tags lmao) and I always opt for either 1080p or 2160p. Not all laptops will support 2160p as it’s 4K, but either works great! You just want your gifs to be the best quality possible.

Next is where the screen recording comes in. I don’t use the screencapping method to make my gifs (where you use a program to cap a clip and then load those caps into a stack in PS). This isn’t for any particular reason… it’s just how my friends, (who very kindly taught me to gif), had always done it, so it’s now how I do it too. Personally, I find the quality to be just as good as the screencapping method, and have never noticed a difference between the two.

As I have a PC, I use the software built into it for screen-recording. If you go here: theverge(.)com/2020/4/21/21222533/record-screen-pc-windows-laptop-xbox-game-bar-how-to – you can see how to use the XBOX screenrecorder to record from files you have d*wnloaded. This also works on some streaming sites, but I think it depends on what browser you use. Personally, I recommend Firefox, as that seems to bypass a lot of the blocking and ads that occur when trying to do this sort of thing.

For MAC users, I have been told handbrake works well, as it converts MKV files to MP4, which can then be used to make gifs. You only need to convert part of the file to MP4 depending on how much you want to gif, and this also bypasses the screenrecording stage, as you can edit MP4 clips on Quicktime. I am told you can split them into smaller clips by going to edit > trim and it saves the new clip!

I have also used anyvideoconverter for small clips, but I can’t say what it does to the quality of your video, or how big of a file it lets you put in! With the XBOX screenrecorder, it doesn’t matter what type of video files you get, as the recording will save to MP4 anyway.

LOADING YOUR FRAMES

Now, go ahead and record whatever clips you want to gif. Make sure you have the video timeline open, by going to window > timeline. Then, go to file > import > video frames to layers.

Next, select and open your clip from where it has saved (with the XBOX recorder, it saves in video > captures). You should see a little window pop up, where you can move the sliders back and forth to clip your recording to whichever part(s) you specifically want to gif. I recommend trying not to load a lot of frames into photoshop at once, but I would be a hypocrite to say that, since I do it a lot lmao. Just be patient if you do!

Once you have chosen the length, click okay. Never, EVER, I repeat NEVER click the button that says “limit to every __ frames”. This really ruins the flow and quality of your gif—it’s better to have shorter, but smoother gifs, I promise. And with tumblr’s new 10 MB limit, it shouldn’t be a problem anyway!

Then, your frames should open up. What we want to do is make them into a smart object, so we can edit all the layers at the same time. To do this, click the small button in the left-hand corner. ALWAYS click this first. If you don’t, it will only convert the first frame to a smart object and the gif won’t work.

Give it a second to sort itself out, then, on the right-hand side, select all your frames at once using the shift key.

Then, go to filter > convert for smart filters. This might take a minute. Don’t click anything else in case PS gets angry lmao, just leave it for a second and it’ll do its thing. The more frames you have, the longer it takes! Now we have our gif, but it needs to be cropped, sharpened and coloured!

CROPPING

You want to start by selecting the rectangular marquee tool on the left-hand side, then drag it across by clicking and highlighting the area you would like to crop your gif to, like so:

What I tend to do is select everything inside the black lines you sometimes get around your gif (this depends on what file you d*wnload), and also the tiniest bit inside the sides. This is because I’ve found if you crop it right up to the edge, you get a tiny bit of transparency on the sides of your gifs, which I’d rather avoid.

Once you have your desired selection, go to image > crop. Now, the dimensions for tumblr are 540px width, so all your gifs have to be that width. However, the length is up to you. I really like big gifs, so sometimes I even make a full square, or even longer. It’s entirely up to you, and what kind of set you want to make.

For the purposes of this gif, I will stick to what I usually go for, 540px by 350 px. This will mean you’ll have to crop some width off, but that’s okay, since Marisa isn’t central anyway. The cropping is always trial and error for me, as sometimes people move out of the frame within in the gif. The best thing to do is just try it, and then move the slider in the timeline window at the bottom to see if the person stays inside the gif, and if not, adjust accordingly.

Next, go to image > image size:

In this box, if I put the width as 540, the gif is a smaller height than I want, as it keeps to the dimensions of the gif when you load it into PS. That’s okay, just put the height you want instead, and we’ll crop off the excess.

Then click OK. Using the rectangular marquee tool again, we need to remove the excess width. Part of the reason I like this version of PS is that it tells you the width of your selection as you do it, but you can always use the ruler as a guide, and check the size of your image by going to image > image size again.

Again, use image > crop, and your gif should now be the correct size!

You can also use the crop tool in the timeline window to crop the length of your gif:

However, I tend to wait until later on to do this (which will be explained further down!)

SHARPENING

Next you want to go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen.

These are my settings. However, 0.4px is very sharp, too much so, but that’s easily fixed.

Go to filter > blur > Gaussian blur and then set it to 1.0.

Now on the right-hand side, we need to reduce the blur, so double click the little adjustment button, and change the opacity of the blur. I usually go for 20-30%!

Then click OK, and that’s your sharpening done!

COLOURING

I picked this scene on purpose as it’s dark, so good for showing how to colour a gif. I have a base psd which consists of some very basic adjustments, but it mostly exists so I don’t forget what adjustment layers I like to use. I adjust them every time I make a gif, essentially colouring each gif from scratch.

In this case, the psd actually makes it darker. So, what I will do is turn each layer off, and adjust as I go. A lot of people say using lots of adjustment layers ruins the quality of your gif… I have never found this to be true, as long as you are gentle with them. If you whack the brightness right up to the top, it’s going to ruin your gif no matter if you use 1 adjustment layer or 100. I would just say use your common sense, and adjust a little at a time!

I start with a simple black to white gradient map set to soft light, because I think it helps you see depth once you add some brightness to it. I usually do this on about 10%, or more if needed. It’s probably unnecessary, I just like how it looks!

Then, I move onto using curves and levels. This is where things can diverge depending on who you’re colouring. If this person is white, it doesn’t matter too much. If they’re not white, you don’t want to white wash them. My best advice is to play around with it. By adding vibrance and other (usually the red) selective colour settings later, you can ensure you don’t change the person’s skin tone from what it originally was. You can also use layer masks at varying opacities (various shades of grey), on your curves and levels, to remove some brightening so that you’re not changing anyone’s skin colour. Just brighten slowly and check in with yourself honestly about how your gif looks.

Some people don’t like using levels, or curves. It’s completely up to you. I tend to use both because levels are good for bringing depth, even if not brightening (though I like to use them for that as well). 

One thing you can do is use the white point of the gif to make PS adjust the curves itself, however I like to drag the sliders myself and see what it looks like. Just make sure it’s not too bright, as we will be using further layers to brighten more, after.

Next is levels. The slider on the left controls the black point, the one in the middle controls the midtones, and the one on the right controls the white points. The black brings depth, the midtones adjust the overall brightness, and the white points produce stronger highlights. Again, you’ll get a feel for how this works as you practice. Just don’t use the white point excessively, especially if your characters are not white.

Then I add vibrance (+20!), because we’ve removed a lot of it when lightening the gif. Next is exposure, which I find brings out the highlight and shadow areas more effectively:

Then colour balance! This helps with scenes that might be a certain colour, i.e. too blue, too green, too red, etc. Moving the sliders in the opposite direction of the colour your gif is will counteract it. The best thing to do when accounting for different colours, is to make a new layer every time you change colour, so that you don’t get confused. I always add a new layer for colour balance and selective colour if I want to change more than one thing. So one for red, one for yellow, one for pink, etc. 

A layer of brightness just to make the gif pop, and because the scene is extra dark, I added a very gentle extra curves layer:

SAVING YOUR GIF

Time to save the gif. You can go ahead and file > export > save for web (legacy) now, but then you’ll have to reopen the gif to reset the frame rate from 0.07, to 0.05. Instead of doing that, I use a modified action. The original was made by the very talented @elenafisher! So I do not take credit for that at all. You can find the original here: elenafisher(.)tumblr(.)com/post/190817437374/gif-sharpening-action-2-preview-download and in my resources tag. Please reblog it if you’re going to use this!

To use an action, first make sure you have actions turned on in window > actions. To load in your action, go to the little lines circled, and then load the action from your downloads:

Obviously if you don’t want to sharpen your gifs yourself, you can use the action as it is, and it will give you a beautiful glowing effect. If you’d just like to use it to flatten your gif into frames like I do, make sure to take out all the items I have highlighted:

Until it looks like this!

Make sure you have the layer under the file name highlighted, and then click the play button at the bottom! (If you get a screen saying select all frames cannot be found, don’t worry, just click continue!) You can delete the layer that does that if you want, I just keep it in case I realise I’ve forgotten to do something, because you can click cancel and edit your gif before you flatten it. Of course you can undo the steps to get back to the smart object version of your gif, it just takes longer!

And now your gif is in frames and set to 0.05 already, so you don’t have to change the speed! All you need to do now before saving is change the gif cycle to “forever” in the bottom left-hand corner:

Then to save the gif go to file > export > save for web (legacy). Sometimes, the gif is bigger than the tumblr 10MB limit. You’ll be able to see this in the bottom left-hand corner of the gif save settings. If this is the case, I like to preview the gif, to see whether it would be best to cut frames off of the beginning or the end, or both. When you’ve decided, you can select the frames at the bottom, and in the right-hand side panel, and delete them both using the little bins/trash icons.

I keep checking and deleting frames until I get the gif under 10 MB! Just don’t delete frames from the middle, as then you’ll have the same issue as if you selected “every other frame” when making the gif: it won’t flow!

Lastly, these are my save settings:

So that’s it! That’s how I make all my gifs. Blending I do when the gifs are in the grouped, smart filter stage, whereas text I add on during the framing section above! Really hope this is helpful, please feel free to ask any questions you may have! 💖

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Kiss me [P. C]

Prince Caspian x reader

Word counts: 2.6k

Warnings: I’m from Mexico so sorry for any misspelling or grammar. If you have any advice tells me!

N/A: I’ll post more Caspian stuff, in case you want to follow me :) (sorry for the scene and narrator changes I hope it's not tedious, haha)

"Run!" Caspian listened, and the peculiar talking animal did not have to repeat it.

Everything was happening so suddenly. First he had had to flee the castle from a threat he did not know existed, then he had found himself in the home of those strange creatures he thought extinct and was now running for his life from his own army.

The arrows on their crossbows soon arrived and the three had to dodge them as they advanced. Caspian advanced a couple more yards and then heard a scream.

"Oh, no”

"I'll go! The young man shouted, worried about the badger lying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his thigh. When he got to him the soldiers were close, so much so that his aim would not fail this time.

"Take it and run! It's more important than me!” the Narnian shouted, giving him the horn that hours earlier he had touched in the hope that something would happen. Why was it so important, anyway?

He watched the animal and then the troops. A panic attack invaded him and he adopted a grimace of terror. He didn't know what to do, he was trapped, he wouldn't save his friend, and he couldn't confront the men either.

Out of nowhere, the soldier leading the troops was defeated, wounded by a warrior who seemed invisible to human eyes. Caspian wasted no time, so he took trufflehunter in his arms from him to start running.

He kept advancing, with the little animal's complaining on his shoulder and suddenly heard the squeal of a horse. He turned completely frightened because he imagined it would not be difficult for that man to shoot and kill him, but when he watched the person on the beast it was not a uniform.

He was an extremely thin complexion warrior, but with his mouth covered in a cloth and a hood that prevented him from identifying him. He wore worn trousers and a shirt that looked like his, as well as a sword in his right hand with which he had already begun to hurt men. The few who tried to shoot him were in vain, for the invisible warrior seemed to know who wanted to hurt his companion and killed them before the arrows could rub him.

For a moment the presence of both mysterious figures was reassuring, but a second later he was already alarmed again.

If your uncle's men couldn't with them, what was waiting for him?

"Get him out of here!” he yelled at his other companion. He drew his sword and turned the other way, but was surprised to no longer see a single soldier. He frowned rather troubled, but out of nowhere the hooded warrior appeared to attack. He fell gracefully from his horse and pushed Caspian with his sword, causing him to fall from his back to the ground.

"Your last words?” he asked, pointing at his neck with the tip of the sword. Caspian was surprised to hear her voice, which looked not masculine at all. Did you look at the... person? That threatened him and swallowed scared-dead saliva. If his destiny was to die at the hands of the warrior in front of him, then he would.

But before sticking the sword around his neck, the warrior paid a little more attention to him and Caspian saw it pale. On his side appeared a small talking mouse with a sword, which encouraged him to kill the telmarine at once.

"You are a mouse" Caspian said, forgetting for a moment the swordsman in front of him.

"Very original to be your last words" he mocked, but Caspian was more focused on how the warrior's knees in front of him faltered and saw him stumble until he fell backwards.

He had fainted.

Caspian tried to get close but the mouse wouldn't let him. Instead he threatened him with the sword while running to help his companion. He took off his hood, cloth and that's when Caspian also felt him faint.

The warrior was a girl.

You opened your eyes and observed a beautiful field, one that definitely did not belong to the forest of Narnia in which you lived.

You were dreaming or, rather, remembering.

You looked at your clothes, smaller than you expected, and you knew what I remember it was. Actually, a very special one.

"Y/N!” somebody screamed behind you, with joy. When you turned, you saw a long-haired teenager running in your direction with a huge smile. “I found you! You're terrible at this game, if you don't mind me saying so" he murmured, smiling more as he stood in front of you. “What's the matter?”

"Caspian" you whispered gently. Despite the years you couldn't help but remember even a single detail of his face. His pale skin, his black hair up to his shoulders, his red lips and cheeks blushed by physical activity. You sighed with relief and threw yourself into his arms, feeling his scent. It smelled like gardenias and linen.

"Hey, I'm not going to forgive you, this victory no matter how mellow you are, you understand?” he said funny, but you didn't seem to want to say anything. You just wanted to hold on to him, you wanted to feel it close to you as much as possible.

At that point, after reliving so many times that moment, you no longer knew it was real and that it was a lie as to words, but the sensations never changed.

"Never leave me" you asked with a lump in your throat, feeling his hands sneak down your back until he held your waist

"Why would I?” he asked gently, near your ear.

"Just promise me, will you?" you whispered. You separated a little from him and both came face to face, with your noses barely rubbing. “Promise it.”

"Sure, I promise" he gasped. The words that came out of his mouth no longer mattered, but the feeling of your breath against his. “But again, why do you think I'd leave?”

"Because you already did" you murmured short, holding back tears.

"What do you mean...?”

"Kiss me" you demanded, taking the cloth from his shirt. You were a little aware that you had both kissed in that meadow when you were younger, but you weren't so sure it was exactly after you told him I'd abandoned you because you weren't even close to knowing it.

"What do you say?” Caspian asked in a trembling voice, but paying a little more attention to your lips. Without wasting time you pulled it a little towards you, feeling his breath get stuck in his throat.

You felt him respond to the kiss for a second, his lips velvety in contrast to yours, but the next second you opened your eyes and he was gone.

You were no longer in the beautiful meadow where your first kiss happened. You were in the woods, at night, alone.

You called him, yelled his name, but he never answered. You started crying and took a couple of steps just to bump into something heavy.

It was a lifeless body. He was...

"Caspian!” you screamed discouraged, waking up from the fading you had experienced.

When your eyes clear, you realized your feet didn't touch the floor and a couple of arms held you carefully.

"I'm here, calm down" someone whispered, hugging you more against him. When you saw the young man holding you, you let out a high-pitched cry and from the impression he dropped you against the moss on the floor. “Y/N! Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?”

"You're not real!” you said raising your voice, sticking your back against a nearby tree. “You're not... you... Caspian is dead," you murmured frightenedly, watching the man squat and approaching with the intention of reassuring you a little.

"It's not like that, look at me. I'm here" he said kindly, holding one of your hands. “Come, feel my heart” carefully placed your hand, small compared to his, on the left side of his chest. “It's beating. I'm real, I'm here" he repeated, worried about your expression of terror.

"He told me you were dead.”

"I was told that you...” and he was silent, unable to complete the sentence. He never believed that lie, so he had never said it out loud. “How did you survive all this time?” He asked short.

"Do you know this telmarine?” Someone said beside him. You looked at the three creatures present and realized that Reepicheep was the one who had spoken.

"I..." you hesitated. What if it was all just another dream?

"She's a little shocked by the falls, give her space," trufflehunter said. You thanked internally for not having to answer questions.

"We have to go, we can't waste time" Nikabrik said now. You had a little trouble breathing.

"Can you walk?” Caspian asked, looking at you again. Damn, when was the last time you saw those bright eyes? now it seemed like an eternity. “Or I could charge you, if you like.”

"I can walk" you said quickly. You stood up and walked as far away from the man as possible, hoping that the emptiness in your stomach would also go away. Without waiting for an answer you started walking without a course and heard Caspian follow in your footsteps. Apparently your sword was no longer in place, but at a glance you noticed Caspian was wearing your belt.

"Where's my horse?" you asked worried. Caspian came over already took the opportunity to hold you by the waist.

"Calm down, he's fine" he said quietly, looking you in the eye again. “God, I can't take it anymore. Would it be too much trouble if we rested for a few minutes?” he asked the others, still holding you. “I want to talk to you alone," he continued, but now kinder.

"How do we know you're trustworthy?” Reepicheep asked, in an attempt to take care of his friend.

"It's all right. He's good, he'd never hurt me" you said in his direction to reassure him. And so it was, you couldn't blame Caspian for all the suffering you'd faced during those years. “I know a river near here, we can talk there" you said. Caspian nodded and let you go, waiting for you to guide him.

"Don't be late" Reepicheep warned, pointing the sword at you.

You started walking and Caspian followed you, both quietly for a few minutes. When you were far enough away, he came a little closer to you until his little finger grazed your hand. He wanted to take it, but he didn't have the courage to do it.

"So...”

"Why didn't you ever look for me?” you said by slowing down your footsteps, in your broken voice. “All this time I thought he was dead... I blamed myself for it, even did you ever look for me?”

"I did" he admitted. Now he did take your hand. “You don't know how long I've been touring every corner of the kingdom looking for you, but all in vain. I never imagined you'd be... well, here" he said. They were silent again until he asked. “Why did you say you blamed yourself? Why did you think I was dead in the first place?”

"Your uncle told me" you exclaimed tremblingly. “He found out about us. He said a woman like me would never be with her nephew. You were, you're an heir to the throne, and I'm just an ordinary girl. He forbade me to see you or swore I'd kill you. Days later he told me that you had received a letter that I never sent and also told me you were dead. That he'd blame me for it if I didn't run away from there. Your guards brought me here to die and... Reepicheep found me, then I met more Narnians and they welcomed me. They taught me everything I know and I in return began to protect the forest from the telmarines" you explained, looking down. “So many years thinking you were dead, Caspian. So many years I missed you and cried for you. I... God, I was just a kid when your uncle did that. If I'd known you were okay, I'd have looked for you" you finished, now you're in tears bathing your cheeks.

Caspian grabbed your chin and raised your face. He was crying too.

"My uncle told me you abandoned me. If it's any consolation, I never believed it. That's why I looked for you so long, because... I thought something very bad had happened to you. And I see I wasn't that wrong" he admitted followed by a sob.

When you saw he like this, you felt all the pain accumulated over those years bursting into you and breaking down in tears. Caspian hugged you against his chest and you cried together, expressing more in that embrace than with all the words of the world.

After a long time you felt a huge peace and even though you didn't know Caspian's reasons for being there, you didn't care anymore.

You didn't care because he was pursued by the guards or because it was in the hands of your friends. All you cared about was feeling his arms around you and the constant beat of his heart.

He was Caspian, after all, your Caspian.

"There's something I still don't believe, you know?” he began to say in a low tone.

"And what is it?” you also responded in a whisper, fearing altering the peace that surrounded them.

"You're better at riding and with the sword than I am. I don't know if I should be afraid for my life" he joked and forced you to smile broadly.

And then, no place for a smile came laughter of jubilation. Caspian didn't get it, but his chest swelled with love when he heard your laughter again.

"Caspian for God's sake you are alive! You're here with me... Are you ok. I didn't kill you.”

"Kill me? You are crazy?” he asked, worried, hunching a little to keep up with you. “You said it about me: ‘he would never hurt me’ And now I'm telling you; I know you could never hurt me in any way in life. On the contrary, you are the happiness that was taken from me and that I longed for. Here you are, in front of me and I can finally tell you that I loved you every day of your absence. There wasn't a single day when he didn't expect to see you again” he carefully placed his hand on your cheek and admired your face for a moment. “You're beautiful, you haven't changed a bit. You're still the love of my life" he finally expressed, tears filling it up another little bit.

"Kiss me" you said in a whisper, taking the collar of his silk shirt as at some point, when they were younger, you did.

Caspian wasted no time and took you by the waist to lift you up a little, forcing you to tangle your legs in his hip. He was very strong now, because with one hand you held by the thighs and with the other it caressed your cheek, unsure if your skin really felt as usual.

And finally, he kissed you.

He walked a few steps until your back collided with the trunk of a tree and he continued to kiss longer than you would have expected.

This time, when you opened your eyes, you saw a Caspian completely in love and with bright eyes full of life.

You weren't alone in the woods anymore. Now you finally had him.

[theredsuzuran]

Douma x reader - Innocence

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Took me a long time to upload a new content am so sorry for the delay I was really busy with school assignments therefore I cannot manage the time to write. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors on my behalf, I hope you enjoy.

Warning : Dark themes like gore, blood and violence, degradation and swearing, mature content.

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The moon shone brightly above the sky as it's light leak through the branches illuminating the famous building of the eternal paradise cult. A new set of followers rushed into the dwelling in hopes of fulfilling their selfish desires, diminishing their agonies and enriching their possessions. However a particular human with her tattered kimono seem not to be interested to convey anything although the people around her would die to witness even a glimpse of the charismatic leader as for now she was busy running along the wide long corridors

The sound of thumping footsteps echoed throughout the building as a herd of followers attempted on catching the miscreant who disrupted the peaceful atmosphere prevailing over the supreme cult. The already annoyed and frustrated people were all worked up to catch the energetic human who on the other hand have thoughts of escaping this place they called paradise. If only she was careful enough to notice her mother's strange behavior soon as they entered the place but how can you possibly blame an innocent little girl like her, or so she thought. Afraid she might lose sight of her treacherous mother who abandoned her just moments ago she desparety stumbled her way out although that didn't concerned her simple thinking process but that's exactly how complicated the situation was.

Turning one last time to look behind if those weird people were still following her or not when suddenly she bumped into a Tall muscular figure standing infront of her soft delicate frame she must have missed him approaching while focusing on looking behind. "Please just leave me alone!" The girl fumed coherently still overwhelmed by the amount of people rushing towards her like waves something that she was not accustomed with as for eighteen years she lived indoors interacting rarely with anyone and playing with dolls most of the time.

"Watch your tongue brat" one of the men standing beside the tall man spoke with disgust hinted in his voice. "Crouch down you insolent woman, where's your gratitude it's because of lord Douma's benevolence that you are still here or you'd be rotting in the street thanks to your mother", the people around her started whispering and murmuring behind her back but she was not bother since her senses were filled with newfound wrath how dare they insult your angel like mother? No longer able to contain your anger you shouted with tears "Then take me to my mother, I don't want to stay here alone".

"Your mother abandoned you here so shut up and deal with it, now move your way for master" the man grunted irritatedly motioning the other followers to grab her and take her away.

"No don't touch me" she wiggled under their grip rushing towards douma blocking him from entering the room by grabbing his arm tightly "I am not going anywhere until I know where my mother is" she cried loudly making the demon flinch with surprise, how pitiful the creature looked in his polychromatic eyes. He have seen many humans crying before him for obvious reasons which honestly have become his monotonous routine but somehow this girl acted quite weird being her age, interesting him enough to investigate. As he was about to speak the man beside him pushed the girl hashly making her lose her balance and fall on the wooden floor.

"How dare you touch master with your filthy hands bitch" he lift his hand to slap her tight in the face but someone grabbed his wrist just in time to save the girl from further humiliation.

"Silence" all the questioning glances, judging looks and whispering stopped at once as douma spoke nonchalantly making the latter shiver in regret.

"I am sorry douma sama" the man uttered in pure horror having no intentions to displease his beloved lord. "I was-"

"I don't want to see that happen again, understood?" He replied coldly still maintaining his wide smile as the previous chaos shifted into complete hush. The man lowered his head down with shame nodding silently. Douma averted his attention and glanced at the figure underneath making the girl jolt a bit but his once frightening demeanor changed into a cheerful and optimistic one in matter of second upon seeing her.

"Please take her to my chamber and treat her wounds" the man clapped with a wide grin plastered on his face. A group of female servants came rushing to help picking her up. The girl being too bewildered did not protested and simply follow his tone as if she was hypnotized by his neatly decorated persona.

The girl was immediately taken away without delay and as per douma he needed to attend his cult duties. First of all she was washed and changed into a beautiful kimono as soon as she stepped inside, then she was escorted into a room filled with antiques and lavish items which she have never seen. Her face lit up with fascination as she began venturing those decorative pieces.

"Looks like you have ease down a bit, good good" A familiar tone struck in her ears startling her a bit only to turn back and view the handsome cult leader although it was a bit strange because she did not heard anyone approaching.

"Aww did I scared you?" He laughed covering his face with golden fans.

"No I was just- you came in without a warning, I was taken aback" she explained blushing trying her best not to act immature to which douma laughed uncontrollably as he found this human's expression adorable say entertaining in his words.

"D-dont laugh at me" she pouted crossing her arms in the attempt.

"I am sorry (y/n), you really amuse me" he replied still grinning. However there was a moment of awkward silence between them as he uttered her name abruptly.

"I didn't tell you my name.." after a long pause she replied to him with a confuse look in her face.

"I know everyone's name who are living under my supervision including yours besides what kind of cult leader I am if I don't have basic information about my fellow followers. Oh look I have been talking to you without giving the chance to let you talk my bad" he laughed again waving his fans creating another awkward situation. Causing you to sweatdrop on his remark.

"Say (y/n) how old are you?" to which she replied enthusiastically "I am 8 years old and will turn 9 soon"

"Ah you don't look like one" douma grinned closing his eyes in the process.

"Yeah I get that a lot" she remarked shyly.

"Your mother is one of my followers" he continued

"Really?" her eyes sparked with hope as she approached douma with anticipation grabbing his arms for the second time starling him, she really like holding hands eh? he have experiences like that but somehow this girl made him feel different so he allowed her but then she stopped halfway through her words "I really miss her it's been a week since she left me here" her voice dropped with sadness.

Douma felt no sympathy for humans or anything as such, he have learned to fake his emotions from a very tender age eversince he was born to the extent that even seeing his mother killing her husband mercilessly failed to evoke feelings within. He clearly did not understand what she was feeling he just stared at her with a blank expression only to replace it quickly with a grim look even faking few tears. "(Y/n) chan you know its okay you will still have me" he patted the girl in an attempt to comfort her.

"Friends?" (Y/n) replied between her tears.

"If that's how you want us to be" douma smiled at her gently shocking himself for a second because he didn't think of smiling?

Things escalated soon after that incident, (y/n) was a kind and compassionate person from inside and out and in not time the cult followers started loving her presence. As often douma would let her accompany him and most of the time she stayed by his side following him everywhere and he didn't mind that at all moreover he appreciated her company. (Y/n) was like a fresh bud to him who depicted innocence and purity he loved spoiling her with expensive gifts yet she never showed signs of greediness and genuinely appreciated his thoughtfulness slowly forgetting the past life she was in and cherishing her friendship with douma. At first she was reluctant and didn't like getting so much attention but in the course of time she bonded better with everyone and was quite content with the life she was leading. As for douma he began to depend on (y/n) to the point that not seeing her face for even one day would make him go insane and he didn't understand why not like he want to because all he cared about was how she made him feel so many varieties of pleasant emotions he wish he could feel. Eating her was out of context.

However all good things must come to an end for he is someone to not rest in peace after the sin he have committed for centuries. Seeing douma paying her more attention, spoiling her with a ravish lifestyle and even letting her stay by his side all the time made some of his cult members terribly envious they wanted to punish her for taking their chances of stealing the spotlight. There was this one room that he forbade his followers to enter for obvious reasons and specifically for (y/n) because he didn't want to repeat the same mistake. This was exactly what they wanted (y/n) to do break the rules and Douma's trust. Like that there would be no more favouritism on her with others.

"Ah (y/n), there you are" one of the female member approached her one fine morning.

"Yes how may I help you?" She asked cheerfully

"Lord douma have asked for your presence in the forbidden room tonight and he said its urgent"

"Aren't we all prohibited to go inside"

"Oh (y/n) it's true master have arrived today and he wants your presence"

Upon hearing that news her heart elated with happiness, it has been two weeks since he last saw douma around and she missed him but something felt off about the whole situation douma always sees (y/n) first before tending his followers then why did he not come meet her did he not miss her like she did?

She was lost in her thoughts until she found two hands waving and snapping infort of her face.

"Don't be late, okay?" With that said the female hurried back into other room leaving (y/n) behind even though the situation seem kinda odd maybe douma was busy afterall.

At night (y/n) went into the restricted area. She stood infront of the shoji door in absolute dilemma debating whether or not to enter the room or go back. There was her desire of meeting douma on one hand and not breaking his trust by entering the room on the other. In the end she decided not to but as she was turning back she heard someone grunting in pain behind the closed doors being a compassionate person, she decided to open the door and enter into the darkness adjusting her eyes in the process, a pungent smell hit her nostrils making her cover her mouth and to her absolute terror the scene infront of her made her puke in disgust.

A pile of Mutilated bodies, mostly women laid around lifelessly on the blood stained tatami mattress. Many having no limbs, some headless and organs missing from their body as if someone had ate all of that. The whole room was a mess full of unfortunate people. She felt sick and began crawling down her way back from the corpses. However she felt a tight grip on her left foot upon looking down she witness the sight of a woman her intestines oozing out of her stomach begging for help. (Y/n) stood there perplexed unable to say anything chocking through tears.

"I told you not to come here, why?" (Y/n) turned her head violently to see douma standing in a distance his countenance cold and sinister evident that he was highly displeased upon seeing his innocent flower disobeying his instructions.

"It's not... like... what you see" (y/n) cried fearfully but douma didn't seem to buy it well in a blink of an eye she found herself in Douma's arms as he aggressively dragged her out of the room.

"What's going on douma" no word came out from the usual lively douma.

"It's hurting me your grip" no reply again to which she forcefully tried to stand still with all her strength. This time douma stopped his features hidden under his bangs making her unable to figure the expression he was carrying.

"Is this why douma forbade us to enter the room" no reply

"Are you responsible for murdering those innocent people?" No reply

"DOUMA" she shouted

"Why you want to join them?" Douma finally looked at her his eyes glowing dangerously proving his existence to be something unnatural. (Y/n's) eyes widen at his remarks as tears rolled down her visage.

"I hate you.." she murmured

"What?" He tilted his head letting his guard down a bit at her hurtful comments.

"I HATE YOU" she pushed douma roughly and flew from the place running deep into the forest for she knew who he was and what he is capable of doing. Tearing down she constantly reminisce the moments she shared but she cannot allow herself to sympathize his heinous crimes. Why is it that the people I love are always taken away from me? She thought. Exhausted from running she halted in order to catch her breath while glancing back to see if he was following, there was no one indeed so a sudden feeling of relief gushed in her body. However turning her head back she saw him standing inches apart from her face which made her shiver and fall onto the knees.

"Why are you running away from me (y/n)" he said apatheticly his head lowered at her level. She did not reply and stayed quite.

"Is it true that you don't love me after all the things I did for you?" Covering his face with one hand his eyes glowing under the moonlight a look of dejection written on his face. There was complete silence in the forest except the sound of rustling trees.

"Answer me" holding her face now firmly he growled making her flinch under his breath. In one last desperate attempt (y/n) tried to stab douma with a tree branch she found laying on the ground but unfortunately douma was faster and easily dodged the attack and in a swift motion he hit her with immense strength causing her fragile little body to tremble in pain as she coughed mucus mixed with blood.

"How foolish of you" he crouched down her height staring intensely at the quivering figure of the miserable girl. As for (y/n) her body ached but more was the tightness in the chest that she was experiencing in the moment.

He pulled her by the hair roughly making her scream in pain although at this point all she could manage with her cracking voice were inaudible screams.

"Why did you disobey me? (Y/n)..." who knew beneath that friendly kind face was hiding a undeniably deadly and calculative demon and at this point it was clear for her that he was anything but human.

"Who are you?" these few words manage to escape from her shaky lips in between low grunts.

"I am the leader of the eternal paradise cult"

"Wrong" to which he tightened his grip making her shriek again.

"You humans are so dumb believing in the existence of primordial deities where in reality its just a myth, a fairytale, created for pleasuring the sufferings of mere human. Being superior than you mortals I wanted to make these pitiful existence happy and that's why I was born and what you saw there" his lips curved into a cheeky smile revealing his deadly fangs creeping the shit out of the already scared girl. "I eat them so that they can always be with me and attain salvation" a sinister laughter escape from his mouth as he covered it with his golden fans. (Y/n) unable to process the new sets of information knots formed in her stomach making her sick in the guts.

"I ate your mother too, oh she was ungrateful after all the things I did to her just like you" protruding her eyes with pure shock she felt her veins popping out and blood boiling in pure rage.

"You are a monster, you think your stupid morals would persuade people to think like you do, I despise you douma I thought we were friends and you took away the one I cherished the most?"

"You think your mother loved you?" Douma snapped. The duality of this was man was insane, all the things he does or says are plastic.

"She never cared for your life, you want to know why? I will tell you since you insist" douma dragged her out of forest holding a fistful of her hair tightly inflicting great discomfort to the girl while he continued with his harsh statements and deliberate insults.

"You were just a burden, behaving like a fucking child with the alluring body of yours"

"No my mother promised me..she would protect me.. you are lying"

"While you were crying everyday inside my shrine that lowly woman enjoyed her life indulging in adultery with various cult members leaving her sick husband and mentally retarded daughter in the dark" every word he uttered spread vemon into her ears.

"Still she wanted more and more and more, what a greedy whore" douma continued.

"Do you know how much difficult it was for me to control myself around you? While you sway your hips and act innocently making those hungry men lust over you, how much dumb can you be?"

"What do you mean I don't understand.. douma"

"I did everything I can for you yet you remain ungrateful, disrespectful? Well guess its runs in your blood and I thought you are innocent but it turns out that you are just like the rest of them, naive"

Her eyes widened with every hurtful remarks he made about her and she did not understand why she felt that way shouldn't she be resentful towards him for killing her beloved mother but here she is weeping constantly because douma was treating her like he never did before.

"But that's fine (y/n) I can not bring myself to hurt you I love you and we shall always be together whether you like it or not" nothing reached in her ears anymore as her body grew numb. Her eyes shut as she carried the unbearable pain in her heart slowly loosing consciousness and remaining sanity.

It would have been easier if she died but alas a mere human like her is doomed at his mercy.

[angrelysimpping]

ok so-, how do you think Whitney would react to the PC putting a collar on them as payback? cause I think it'll be fucking funny. I also really like your writing!

aaaa, thank you! 💕💕

Collaring Whitney would be funny but also dangerous. For both of you.

So pissed off. Like, apocalyptic levels of anger.

(Also a little bit turned on)

If you somehow managed to do it at school they're going to try to play it off to save face. Double so if you pulled off collaring them in front of their friends. Might accidentally start a trend of people wearing collars.

If you do it in private you better start running. Whitney's only stunned for a few seconds before they're saying how ‘they’ll never find your body.’

Telling them how good they look in a collar flusters them and they hate it. Covers it up by getting angrier.

If you also get a leash onto the collar? You fool. You have given Whitney a weapon. They're going to try to strangle you with it.

Like most things with Whitney, they're going to turn it sexual if given the slightest opportunity. Still, very angry. Expect violent sex. Not rough, violent.

If Whitney gets cat-called because they're wearing a collar while they're dragging you to the police station, they're taking it out on you.

You're paying for the collar to come off. If you don't have the money? They don't care how many police officers you have to fuck. They want the collar off, now.

They're also getting you to seduce the officer(s) to keep the collar. It's now going on your neck.

Haha, idk what this is but I thought of it and now must write it. People keep sending me fun requests and I keep accidentally writing angst gdi 😖 totally not low key inspired by their Dismissal Event.

(DoL relationships, assault, sexual assault, Whitney ends a man's ability to have children, angst, traumatized Whitney, your flight/fight/freeze/fawn instinct gets stuck on freeze for a moment)

It must be your lucky day. Whitney’s hanging out in the park. Alone. With their back to you. It's perfect.

You creep up behind them, ready to bolt the moment Whitney notices you. By some miracle, they don’t. They’re texting on their phone, swearing under their breath.

They’re in their own world right up until you slip the collar around their throat.

"The fuck?" a hand flying up to their neck.

"We match," you say with a soft laugh, giving Whitney a kiss on the back of their head.

Whitney surges to their feet, twisting, trying to grab you. You dodge them, laughing harder.

"Fucking bitch! You're gonna pay for this!"

"Maybe," you say, backing up as Whitney advances. "If you can catch me!" With that, you take off running.

You’d known Whitney would give chase, you just hadn't expected being so much faster than them. It's surprising how often you have to slow down so Whitney won't lose you. Maybe it was because Whitney kept shouting insults at you? But then again, you couldn't help from shouting your own taunts back. If anything, Whitney should have the advantage because of the occasional wild laugh you would let out as you run. Man, you should get Whitney to go running in the park with you, it would make any future chases way more fun!

You glance over your shoulder, feeling a small thrill of excitement as you see Whitney sprinting after you.

Ducking into an alley, you surprise a group of three men as you hurtle past, vaulting a trash can as you go. You don't slow down, skidding out of the alley and whipping around the corner.

You tuck yourself into a crevice between two buildings, waiting for Whitney to emerge from the alley. You know they won't know where you went if you continued on your way. Besides, you bet if you jumped on Whitney’s back as they came out of the alley, they'd make some cute sounds! It was rare for you to fluster Whitney, there aren't many opportunities for it. So, you'd take any chance you got, even if it ended with Whitney fucking your mouth in the middle of the street.

So, you wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And where the hell is Whitney? They should have come barreling out of the alley by now, cursing your name.

You peek back into the alley, and your stomach drops.

The group of men you had run past, who you had immediately forgotten existed after exiting the alley, have surrounded Whitney. You know Whitney well enough to spot the panic on their face, even as they sneer and spit insults at the men.

It doesn't help that one of the men has managed to get a leash onto the collar you'd put on Whitney, keeping them from escaping.

Your muscles lock in place as the lanky man holding the leash drags Whitney forward. You want to move, to scream, but something in your brain has disconnected from the rest of you. All you can do is watch.

You want to cheer when Whitney jumps on the lanky man, taking him to the ground. Whitney gets a few solid blows in before the other men drag them off, each restraining one of Whitney’s arms as they struggle.

The lanky man stays on the ground, knocked out as far as you can tell.

"Get off!"

Whitney's shout makes you flinch. You don't know if you're the only one who can hear the fear seeping into their voice. You hope you are.

"Don't worry," the plump man on Whitney's right says with a laugh, "we have experience dealing with bitches like you." He leans in, licking Whitney's neck.

Whitney shudders, "D-don't-"

"Yeah," cuts in the burly man on Whitney’s left, "we're real good at breaking in mutts." He emphasizes his sentence by running a hand down Whitney's back, grabbing their ass.

Something in you snaps, your body finally obeying your commands to move.

You're on the burly man's back in a flash, arms wrapped around his neck and squeezing. He lets go of Whitney, hands coming up to grab at you.

As you struggle with the burly man, Whitney shoves the plump man off them, hard. His head bounces off the alley wall with a sickening crack. The plump man slides down the wall. He doesn't get back up.

The burly man manages to shake you off, but his victory is short-lived. As soon as he's free of you, Whitney has the man on the ground.

You watch in a mixture of awe and horror as Whitney delivers kick after savage kick, the man cowering, trying to protect himself.

"Don't!" Whitney yells as they attack the man. A well-aimed kick catches him in the head.

"Fucking!" they kick the man onto his back. He's too dazed to fight back.

"Touch!" they take a shuddering breath as they pull their leg back.

"Me!" Whitney swings their leg forward, their foot making contact with the man's groin with a nauseating thunk. The man makes a wretched, unholy sound before going limp.

Whitney moves as if to continue their attack and you spring into action, not wanting Whitney to kill the man. You grab their arm, pulling them away. They whirl to face you, snarling, and pin you to the alley wall.

Whitney doesn't seem to recognize you for a moment as they stare you down, eyes bright with restrained tears.

"Whitney? Whitney, it's me."

Your voice seems to snap them out of their trance, and they visibly relax. Whitney starts to tremble, their face going pale.

You reach to unhook the leash from the collar but Whitney flinches away from you.

"It's me," you say again, trying to sound as soothing as possible, reaching for the leash again. "It's just me, Whit."

Whitney sneers at the pet name but doesn't move away this time. You get the leash off them and toss it onto the ground. Whitney's grip on you relaxes and they slump forward, resting their head on your shoulder as the adrenalin leaves their body.

"Get it off," they mutter, their words a little slurred.

"You need to rest."

Whitney doesn't fight you on it, allowing you to drag them out of the alley and to the orphanage. You thank whatever God that decided to start watching over you at this exact moment because you make it to your room with ease.

As soon as they're in your room, Whitney kicks off their shoes and collapses on your bed. You're barely given time to rid yourself of your own shoes before Whitney pulls you down with them.

You wrap yourself around Whitney as best you can, rubbing their back as they bury their face into your chest. You can tell that they’re struggling to keep from hyperventilating as they try to time their breathing to match yours.

"I'm sorry," you say as Whitney starts to calm down. "About the collar."

Whitney huffs in acknowledgment but otherwise remains silent.

"I'll take you to get it off tomorrow. For now, you should sleep."

"Don't tell me what to do," they grumble, but there's no venom in their voice.

Soon, Whitney's breathing deepens and evens out. You continue to stroke their back until you, too, fall asleep.

[jd-loves-fiction]

➤”I’d like one order of Mando adventure angst with a side of fluff and a dash of spicy bickering. Enemies to lovers or friends to lovers flavor (whatever’s on the house) and a nice hot bowl of ‘there was only one bed’

Give my compliments to the chef”

➤ genre: Fluff, Adventure, Comedy(?), Enemies to Partners, Angst

➤ wc: 4.9k (holy shit might be my longest request🥴)

➤ 🌙 Requested: @batarella ❤

"Listen, buddy, I got here first." You attempt to reason with the wall of beskar currently pointing his blaster directly at you.

Maybe not the smartest thing to say when first meeting someone of his reputation, but he can only be doing this for one reason. 

He's after the bounty squirming nervously at your feet. And you're in the way.

Why else would he be out here, in the middle of a rocky desert on some faraway planet?

"Step away from him." The voice you hear startles you with its modulated dept. It's more surprising that he even spoke at all, given what you'd heard of the Mandalorian. Although his stature and the silent tension he brings with him is no doubt intimidating, you will not give up so easily after following this bounty so far out from the nearest town. “No.”

His visor tilts to the side, like a frustrated twitch, at your answer. “Maybe.” You rectify, which makes him raise his head in interest. “Do you have a fob?”

“No, I don’t.”

Not that it matters anymore considering yours is broken, but at least now you know he can't follow you if you make a break for it with the bounty. 

“How did you find us?”

“I have my ways.” You nearly roll your eyes at his cryptic response, not like you expected anything else from a Mandalorian.

“Do you know why they sent you?” Knowing your employers, you had a clue on what the reason was. They got impatient.

They’d been pretty determined to get a maximum time needed out of you. You’re almost sure you overstepped it.

But to send a Mandalorian? Seems like a bit much.

“They were afraid you’d run off. That you gave the bounty away to the Resistance.” Of course, those bastards can barely trust themselves, let alone a foreigner.

“Well I didn't, and I won't. So you can lower your blaster and we can do this together.” You offer amicably, not yet loosening your grip on your weapon upon his lack of movement.

“You’re out of time. Your deal is off.”

“That’s just-!” You're cut off by a shot buzzing past you.

"Last warning."

Your jaw drops. How can someone be so damn cold?

You raise your finger assertively, about to give him a piece of your mind, when you notice something move by his hip.

And it's green. With gigantic ears. And huge dark eyes that blink at you curiously.

Your head tilts, mirroring the creature. The Mandalorian follows your eyes to find you looking at the child he’s supposed to be caring for.

“Huh. And who is that cutie?” The blaster already pointed at you raises from where it had begun to slouch, alert and cautious. Noticing this, you readjust your grip on your own weapon.

You and the creature continue to study each other, until the Mandalorian pushes the brown bag to where it rests behind his body protectively.

“Are they yours? I mean, doesn't look like the ears would fit.” You speak just to make conversation, stepping closer with miniscule steps. His gloved hand tightens around his blaster, hoping to remind you that he can still shoot you point-blank.

But he hasn't.

"Can you really do much in front of a kid?" You challenge smugly, still advancing slowly. 

"He's seen me do worse."

"That right?" Another step. "You planning to shoot me today or would tomorrow work better?"

"Are you always this difficult? Just put the gun down-"

You jump towards him, hooking your foot around the back of his knee which makes him fall to the rocky ground immediately, dropping his blaster. Unfortunately, taking down a Mandalorian is no easy task, so he takes you down with him.

He throws his satchel to the side in the nick of time, it lands on a sand pile. His other arm grabs hold of you to pull you down with him.

You point your blaster at him as he lays beneath you, except it is no longer in your hand. Shit. He punches you in the face hard enough that something will turn black soon enough.

As you fall to the ground he gets on top of you, or tries, as you place your feet against his firm chest to keep some distance. You kick him in the helmet, silently thanking the stars your shoes are steel toed.

Your hand only scrapes against dry, red, sand covered rock as you search for a blaster, either would serve. Despite your momentary advantage in light of the Mandalorian’s confusion after being kicked, his hands quickly come down to cover your throat. You feel the creases in the leather as they’re pressed against your skin, and the beskar over the back of his hands against your chin.

But you still attempt to reach a weapon, a rock would do at this point.

Your arms flail wildly with no real direction, only the need to stay conscious, as if movement would help it. You do, however, notice that he’s purposely avoiding your traquia.

He still does not want to kill you. How sweet. Probably just wants to take you back to the bastards who hired you. They’d surely kill you, and much faster too.

Just as the spots in your vision start becoming overpowering, his grip loosens. You inhale greedily, desperately, gasping and coughing at the released pressure. 

You can see his visor move to and fro, searching for something. Once you look to the side, you the child safe in its pile of sand, so it can't be that. 

"Dank farrik! He's gone." The bounty. Right. Shit. 

"Now," you pause, heaving as your lungs struggle to fill up again, "what?"

He places his hands on his hips, thinking for a moment, before turning his visor to where you lay clutching your sore - but not yet bruised - neck. "I'm going after him."

"I'm sorry-?!" You cut yourself off with a cough as you sit up, feeling grains of sand make their way inside your boots and other places. "You're going after him? This is my bounty! I had him, and I would've been fine if you hadn't shown up."

He keeps his stance, probably glaring disapprovingly beneath his helmet. You huff at his unyielding silence, getting up in his personal space and jabbing a finger into his chest plate.

"I'm about to give you a piece of my mind, so you better listen very carefully. I had it! It was my catch. And from what I can tell, it still is. So you better back off, Mando." Venom drips from your lips as you glare at the tin can on his head as if you could put a hole straight through it.

He relaxes, raising his hands again peacefully, palms up, "Alright, I get it. But do you think they'd take him from you now? Let alone later when you actually catch him? They seem pretty vindictive."

"Well, what do you suggest? You're not going on your own."

"And why not?" He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans towards you.

"You don't have a tracking fob." You retort, leaning towards him as well with your hands on your hips.

The Mandalorian pats himself down where he believes to have stored the small device, only to find all those pockets empty. "You little thief!"

"And you're a liar! Plus, you think I'd just let you take my credits? Come on, with your reputation, you should know better than that." You shrug and suddenly Din is acutely aware that the beeping now comes from your hip instead of his.

"Alright, fine, let's do it this way. We'll look for him together and once we catch him, I'll hand him in and we'll split the reward." He explains slowly, carefully, afraid to set you off. 

"Seems good to me." You speak resolutely, thrusting your hand forward firmly, expecting a handshake. 

His helmet tilts down slightly as he looks down at your hand, before he reaches out with his own. Just as the leather meets your skin - in a now less life-threatening way - a coo sounds from somewhere at your feet, making you both look down to see the little green creature looking between the two of you curiously.

You look back at it, mirroring it once more, before it smiles wide revealing its tiny little teeth and, oh, your heart might just actually melt. 

It's large eyes move down from your face, towards your hands.

You suddenly realize neither you nor the Mandalorian had let go of each other's hand and that a large grin has formed on your face due to the adorable baby. It is promptly wiped off as you pull your hand back just as he does. He looks away while you shrug at the child's inquisitive stare, unaware that the bounty hunter had been watching you and marveling at the bond you'd both formed already.

And so you set out together to look for your target, back towards town, where you had begun your chase.

He can't have gone far or in any other direction, not with the unbearable heat and certainly not while handcuffed. He'd die for sure, you just have to hope he's smart enough to know that. 

You walk through town with the fob in your hand, just out of sight. No need for unnecessary attention. The town is tightly crowded, much to your chagrin, so you move slow and are barely able to see over the moving bodies. There’s just too much going on, too many people moving back and forth, shoving past you rudely. If it’d been anyone else - not an experienced bounty hunter - you would have probably been knocked down by the last two men that had scurried past you in a rush.

Without warning, you feel a hand grip your bicep. You immediately ready yourself for a fight, before you realize it belongs to your associate. Once he has your attention, Mando nods towards the edge to the street, against red stone buildings, urging you to follow him. You do, nudging anyone out of the way as you walked against the crowd’s stream.

You’re about to shout over the noise to ask just what the hell he pulled you aside for, considering you’re running out of time, before you follow his visor. Right to a wanted poster of a very familiar scoundrel. From the Resistance? Wanted alive for 8,000 credits?

“That’s one big fish, huh?" You continue to shout in order to be heard over the crowd, which you immediately regret, looking around, paranoid. "Must be important." You comment to yourself. 

You look up to see the Mandalorian's back disappear behind the corner. You quickly follow, catching up to his long strides, "What are you thinking?"

He ignores your inquiry, continuing to practically stomp his way through town. "Hey. Hey!" You call out to no avail. Well, you asked for it.

You reach out, grabbing the man by the back of his cape, tightening it around his neck and making it so he had to lean back to follow your hand in order to keep breathing. Your heart beats faster at the rush of power you feel for a moment. "You better tell me what you're thinking, or this is not gonna work."

He taps your hand repeatedly until you let go, rising to his full height and you're back to feeling slightly intimidated as he stares you down, silently.

"I'm thinking that with a price that high you might actually take the bounty yourself."

"Why-?"

The tracking fob. The small object suddenly burned a whole in your pocket. 

"Oh come on! You were trying to kill me!"

Your voice raises, arms flailing about. You know you're making a scene, considering this street is so much emptier and therefore quieter than the main one, but for the moment, you don't care. Right now, all you want is to put Mando in his place. Something you know is foolish given that he nearly killed you before and could actually do it this time.

"Yes, but it's still stealing." He spoke with that know-it-all, I'm-better-than-you, tone that just gets on your nerves. Bastard.

You raise a finger in the man's direction, fully intending to continue this conversation and clear your name in his eyes - the reason why is unknown even to you - when a shrill giggle cuts through the air. You look to Mando's hip, where the creature (who's name you have yet to learn) sits, pointing ahead to the entrance to the cantina. 

Right at the man of the hour.

What? How?!

The man looks back at you and Mando for a moment, eyes widening as he recognizes you and the fact that this might be it.

Before he takes off running. 

You start running before Mando does, easily catching up to the stout man, who's no longer in cuffs. As you get too close to his liking, he takes out a blaster (that you know isn't his) and tries to shoot you in the head. Only to miss and hit your forearm instead. 

Hurts like a bitch, but it's better than death. 

Out of the corner of your eye you see a steel rope of some kind shoot out and wrap around the fugitive's leg, sending him stumbling face first onto the ground. 

Mando walks over to him, barely winded, standing over the panting man and blocking the sun with his body. You can only imagine the man's terrified expression. 

You quickly take care of your wound as Mando ties the man up enough that he can't move, wincing as you look at the damage made on your skin. The burning nearly stops the bleeding and it hurts so bad you can barely process it, so you don't think about it, you simply level your breathing while wrapping a cloth around the wound and hope for the best considering it's not too big. 

You clutch it to your chest as Mando approaches, pointing at your arm, intending to ask you if you're alright, but you move it to your side before he can. "Are you-"

"We should give him to the Resistance." You speak resolutely, holding back from wincing as your injury rubbed against your pants. It hurt even from beneath a (barely) protective cloth.

“I said ‘we’, so don't you start giving me shit, alright?” You tell him sternly after he crosses his arms, probably getting ready to call you a thief again. “You can't give him to the Resistance because they’ll arrest you, correct?” He nods.

“Well you know bounty hunting isn't exactly legal.”

“You don't have to tell me that, Mando.” You remind him firmly. “So, if we give him to them, we can ask for them to clear your name! And we’ll get double the reward. Two birds with one stone!”

“Do you really think they’d just do that?”

“If someone’s paying 8,000 credits for one guy and specifying they want him alive, then I’d bet they’d do anything to get him, even something as seemingly insignificant as clearing your name.” You explain, gesturing avidly as you do.

A long moment of silence passes before a modulated sigh crackles through Mando’s helmet. “Fine. I’ll go get the Crest.”

“Wait, woah woah woah. Why are you going? How do I know you wont leave me out here?”

“How do I know you wouldn't?” You take a moment to consider his words. He did lie to you, but you did steal from him in a way.

You look down in contemplation, eyes meeting the creature’s. Right, Mando has the kid, who probably isn't fit to be out in this heat for as long as it has.

“He got a name?” You point to the child, who smiles and giggles gleefully.

“Grogu.” You nod, sighing and rubbing your temples. Stars, it’s so hot it feels as if your brain is melting and you can feel a headache coming on.

“You can go. But I want you to swear on your,” You pause for a second, searching for the right word, “honorable code. Swear you’ll come back.”

“You-” The Mandalorian starts, before giving up on protesting at your determined stand, crossed arms and raised chin. “OK, alright. I swear that I’ll come back for you and the bounty. That we need.” He whispers the last part.

“Get to it then. I’m sweating bullets in this heat!”

You sit, back against a nearby rock, searching for as much shade as possible. You don't want to move the bounty back into town for a multitude of reasons, so now you’re stuck just outside of town. Sweat making your clothes stick and it gathers while the headache gets worse and more blood soaks your makeshift bandage, but at least it's silent. That's what you thought about 20 minutes ago, now, you’ve changed your mind.

“The hell did you do to get 8,000 credits on your head?” You ask suddenly, seemingly startling the man who seems to have accepted his fate already.

He sighs, probably just as bored as you, “I have some information they want. That's why they want me alive.” You purse your lips in interest, humming in understanding, before silence falls over you two once more.

Stars, it's hot.

You could cry from relief once you hear the sound of a loud engine getting closer and closer. The 'Crest', as Mando had called it. 

You grab the bounty by the shirt, hauling him to his feet rather roughly and shoving him towards the flying hunk of metal that had just landed. 

The ship. Mando doesn't come out to greet you. 

As the ramp closes and the air is blanketed in a sheet of silence, your mind starts to wander without your permission. You know he has to be handsome under there, what with his broad shoulders and slim waist, deliciously thick thighs and a wonderfully smooth and deep voice that seems to caress your very soul as you hear it. You caught a glimpse of his skin when you pulled at his collar, delightfully tan just begging for you to sink your teeth into it. 

Must be the heat. Surely that is the sole reason why you're fantasizing so vividly about a man whose real name you don't know, whose face you've never seen and oh, a man who tried to kill you. But didn't. 

Sick of your own thoughts and the loud snores of the bounty, you rise to your feet, climbing the ladder that leads to the cockpit. You wince as you put part of your weight on your injured arm, deciding to climb the rest of the ladder one handed instead.

“Are you decent?”  You shout through the thick metal door, hoping Mando can hear you inside the cockpit. When the heavy doors hiss and open, you’re sure he must be.

You sit down in the passenger seat silently, looking up at the stars above for a long moment. The mesmerizing, endlessly dark sky is all that you see at first, from being partially blinded by the fluorescent lights inside the Crest, before the stars come to you, bright speckles that dust the planetary systems all around you. Breathtaking. 

You look back in front of yourself to find Grogu already staring at you, head tilted with a smile that shows the slightest hint of tiny teeth. You smile, leaning forward with a raised brow. He leans closer to you, eyes lingering in the side of your face, the one already darkening from Mando’s blow, before dipping down to the arm you hold close to your chest. You let go of it immediately as he does, wanting to shield him from seeing the blood you know can be seen through the cloth.

The child steps closer, as far as he can while up on the dashboard. Mando has to be avoiding you, before he would've seen that movement otherwise.

It reaches out his small hand, squeezing his eyes as tightly as possible while the green limb twitches. You furrow your brows in confusion, what?

The ache on your skin lessens gradually, as if the wound was being lifted from your skin. You can feel it on your arm, it tickles as your skin connects itself around the wound while the burn disappears as if you’d just placed ice over it.

At some point, your eyes close, lulled nearly to sleep by the lifting of the pain, the feeling left behind makes your skin tingle with energy just beneath, your head feels light for a second, as if the blood moved from there down to heal the wounds.

When you open your eyes, you’re met with Mando’s visor trained on your face, silent in a way you can tell he’s speechless. “Eyes on the road, Mando.” You tell him cheekily, voice cracking unexpectedly.

He turns back forward, pausing his steering to pull Grogu forward and away from the edge, before his hands return to the commands. “So, is it far still?”

“No, just a few more hours. The closest Resistance base is just on the next planet.” His fingers flick switches and pull levers, before he seemingly puts the vehicle on autopilot and turns to you. “You can take the cot, you must be tired.”

You blink at him, “And what about you?”

“I’ll be fine.” He answers gruffly, not sparing you a glance.

“No, it’s gonna be a few hours, and you’ve been awake for about as much as me so if anyone is taking the cot, it’s you.” You argue back firmly.

He sighs, loosening the cape around his neck as a way to calm himself down, you and your selflessness.

“Alright. No promises that I’ll sleep though.” He acts like it’s a huge burden, as if it pains him deeply.

He takes Grogu in his arms and towards his sleeping nook. The small child smiles at you from over his guardian’s shoulder, and you smile back.

Once he’s safely put away and the bounty checked on, Mando leads you to a space just off the main hull space, where a bed - with the thinnest mattress you’ve ever seen - is pulled from the wall. Oh boy, you can already feel your back aching, but it’s better than sitting in the cockpit on those hard chairs.

So you lay down your weapons while he takes off the bulkiest of his armour. You lay down, curled on your side and away from him, knowing he’ll have to cuddle close to fit. You feel his warmth against your back, but you don't feel his touch quite yet, only the ghost of it. Your gut tightens with pity as you know he can’t take his helmet off. That has to be very uncomfortable.

The lights are dim enough that there is no shadow from your bodies on the wall. You can tell by the space he’s put between you, that he’s about to fall off.

“Are you scared of me, Mando? Can I call you Mando?”

“Sure and no.”

“Which one?” You ask mischievously, smirking to yourself while knowing full well what he meant.

He sighs in exasperation, so you let him be. For only a moment before you're back to being snarky. "Surely you've been this close to another human before, perhaps in a more compromising context."

"Yes and it's usually quieter." You think he might not realize what he just said.

You snort, "Must mean you're doing something wrong."

"That's not-! Just, get some sleep." He says tiredly, giving up on the banter you're pushing. You do as he asks, closing your eyes as you feel the heat of his body move closer to you.

You wake up to a rough whisper of your name and a shaking of your shoulder. Eyes open slowly, squinting against the light shining right at them, before something blocks it and eases your discomfort. The large hand on your shoulder doesn't yet move from its place, gently perched and waiting for you to wake up fully. 

You look up to see Mando's helmet over you, seemingly way too close (not that you're complaining), as you can clearly hear him breathe through his modulator. "We're here and we need to talk before you go in."

You follow him to the hull without question, stopping just before the door that leads to it. You rub the sleep from your eyes before blinking up at the bounty hunter, trying to nonchalantly fix your messy hair. 

And though he'd never tell you, he thought you looked adorable in that moment. Rosy cheeks, a faraway gaze, lips pursed to hold back a yawn as you brushed down your hair. He was certainly thankful for his helmet in that moment, considering the heat he felt crawling up his neck and settling on his cheeks. 

"Plan?"

You clear your throat before speaking, "Right. So, it's easy." You raise a hand to his face when Mando sighs deeply. "Simple, really. I go in, tell them I have the bounty and ask for a little something as compensation along with the credits. See? Easy and simple!"

"Do you think they'll take it?" It doesn't sound as skeptical as you would've expected from him. It's sort of hopeful. Even Mando has to admit to himself that getting chased around and having to avoid and run from x-wings at every turn, got pretty exhausting. 

"Let's try it before we start getting doubts." You tell him, determined. "Besides, nothing to lose if you stay hidden, right?"

The planet you landed on is small and green - perfect cover for a Resistance base. You walk along the dirt path leading to it and away from the Crest, coming up to a clearing where you can see the humongous metal doors of the base which seemed to have been dug into a small mountain. 

"Stop! State your business." A voice says through a speaker once you get close enough. 

"I've come to deliver a bounty!" You keep it simple, no use even attempting to be charming with these folks.

Not long after, the doors part to let someone through, who you presume is a general or something of the sort given their intimidating presence and the flock of guards with their weapons trained on you that follow them. 

"We have your credits. Thank you for bringing him to us." You keep your face neutral even as it urges to tremble beneath the pressure of their gaze. You feel the man in question squirm against the arm that grips his bicep. Must really not be a fan. 

"That is not all I want." The supposed general, no need to try and figure that out considering you don't want them to remember you more than necessary, raises a delicate brow. "I would like for you to clear someone's name."

"That is not what we agreed on."

"Yes, well, I didn't agree to it myself, so." You shrug, impressed that the general's face remains stone cold, especially considering how much they probably would like to dispose of you given you're dragging out this exchange for longer than what's really necessary. 

"You are in no place to make demands." One soldier tells you, pulling out his blaster and pointing it at you, getting more of a reaction from the bounty than from yourself as he flinches. 

"Oh, I am in the perfect place to be making demands." You tell him venomously, grip tightening on the man's arm.

"We have you surrounded."

"Just the way I like it." You respond with a wink just to hear the person's stuttering over the modulator on their helmet.

"Very well." The general calls out in order to gain their minions' attention, "Just tell me what name they might be under in our system."

"The Mandalorian. Mando for friends."

Epilogue

"Fuck! Shit, fuck! What was I thinking?!" You yell out in frustration, standing before what remains of your ship, the rest most likely taken by Jawas, who must be long gone by now. "Of course someone would take it apart, why not?! Oh, stars." You wail miserably, crouching into a ball in search of some comfort. 

"Hey, it'll be alright. Don't panic." Mando tells you gently after pulling you to your feet and grabbing your shoulders tightly to ground you. "There's two ways we can do this: we go after those Jawas, get your pieces and fix the ship or," Mando hesitates for a moment, fingers drumming along your skin as he turns the words over and over in his tongue until he feels as if he'll get them right once he says them. "you can come with me until you get enough credits for a new one. 4,000 might not be enough yet, but it's a pretty solid start."

His rare optimism brings a small smile out of you and makes your anger settle down almost completely. You'll no doubt have an even deeper hatred for the little shits, but you don't feel as if you'll punch the next living thing you see.

"I guess catching a ride with you can't be so bad, huh, Mando?"

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quick message! unlike on my wattpad, i’m not doing a character introduction chapter on here. so heads up for he/they armin and she/they sasha!! those are just my personal headcanons i included into the story :) also, i wrote this a LONG time ago. i posted this on my wattpad on 2/24/21. i apologize in advance for any errors. i do plan to re-edit a lot of things regarding this fic in the future.

"She's coming back tomorrow," Jean said casually while pouring himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. You choked on your breakfast. Armin took a worried glance at your coughing form from across the table.

"Sorry." You hacked.

"Mikasa is?" Eren peeked his head through the bathroom doorway as he looked away from the mirror.

"Yeah, I'm going to pick her up from the airport tomorrow night." Jean put down the pot of coffee and took a sip from his hot mug.

"Why so sudden?" Armin put down his book on the table in front of his plate.

"She spoke to me about it briefly. said there was something she needed to do when she got here. I'm just as shocked as you are. I didn't think she'd be back any time soon" Jean brushed the crumbs off his hands and put his plate in the sink.

"How can you all be so calm about this? Did you hear him? Mikasa is coming home tomorrow. She left nearly two years ago! She's finally coming back and none of you are freaking out? She didn't even say why exactly she was coming back." You stood up and threw your hands in the air. Suddenly you lost your appetite. 

"No need to get all bent out of shape, Y/n. You act like we haven't seen her in ten years." Eren said with a hair tie in his mouth as he grew impatient with his long and tangled mess of hair.

You rolled your eyes. "Obviously, but she left for a reason. Even when she gets here, will she still want to play with us? Her absence from the band has taken a toll on everyone, and our audience was less than pleased when she announced her vacation, or rather when I announced her vacation." You start pacing in the living room.

Armin's eyes followed you as you moved. "I hope she does, but it's unlikely. I recall her saying she never wanted to see Jean again. I doubt she'll want to play with him here." He theorized.

"Well, she did call me to say she was coming back so I don't think she's still very upset with me." Jean finished off his coffee and tucked his hair behind his ears. "It happened two years ago, after all."

"I hope she's doing better. It's not like we've heard much from her since she left. I have to clean this house! Oh god, it's a mess! You boys are pigs." You said frantically.

Eren snickered. "Well, it looks like you haven't gotten over your little crush."

"Shut it, Jaeger. I'm doing fine and, frankly, that's none of your business." Still pacing, you held your stomach as the nervous feeling grew.

"Yeah, it sure looks like you're fine." His lips pulled into a grin as he rolled his eyes.

"I think I'm going to faint."

"Do you need to lie down? You look a bit pale." Armin stood up and came to my side.

"I think I'll take a nap."

"You just woke up, smarty. Going back to bed already?" Jean chuckled. "I'm going to Marco's place. See you losers later."

A chorus of 'bye, Jeans' sounded throughout the room when he left through the garage door.

"Y/n, were you serious about cleaning the house? Because I have to go and I really don't want to clean so-"

"Yeah, Eren. You can leave, I don't care."

"You're the best! Thank you!" Eren chirped and practically skipped through the door.

"I have nowhere to be. So I guess I'll stick with you here." Armin smiled. "Do you need help with anything?"

"I'll be fine, thanks. Just nervous is all." You wrung your hands and blinked several times.

"Okay, I'll be in the office if you need anything." Armin patted your shoulder and left you alone in the large living room.

You quickly got to cleaning the house in a nervous frenzy, deep in thought. Mikasa had left one night almost two years ago after a heated situation between her and Jean that ultimately resulted in their breakup and Mikasa leaving the band with only a painful note left behind.

Apparently, there was more to the breakup than you knew, but Jean kept what we didn't hear to himself for Mikasa's sake. Essentially, Mikasa caught Jean and Marco together at a party Eren threw for his nineteenth birthday. You were with her when she saw them.

You and Mikasa were having a silly conversation in the long hallway in front of the dining room. Mikasa stopped looking at you and started focusing on something behind you. her small smile dropped. "and that's why I never- hey Mikasa? You okay? What are you looking at?" You stopped telling your story and became more concerned for your friend.

Confused, you turned around. You gasped loudly. "Oh Mikasa, I'm so sorry." You reached a hand out to her but she left the hall quickly. "Don't worry about it, Y/n. It's not a big deal."  You watched her speedwalk up the stairs with her hand covering her mouth. 

You confronted Jean calmly, not wanting to disturb the party, despite being furious. "Hey, Jean. the world can see you, dickbag. And so did your girlfriend. Have fun explaining this to her. She went upstairs. Find her yourself. If you even care enough to do so."  You spat and darted away from them.

"Wait, Y/n!" Jean pushed past people as you swiftly made your way through the crowd in an attempt to find Eren. Normally, you'd look for Armin, but he was out of town for the night. You got to the kitchen and desperately glanced around. Jean took hold of your arm before you could get any farther. He turned you to face him and took note of your angry expression. "I'm sorry. let me explain."

You shoved him away from you. "Don't apologize to me. Don't explain anything to me. Tell it to your girlfriend. I'm finding Eren and ending this shitty party early. Frankly, Jean, I don't care what excuse you have." You kicked off your heels in a random spot and continued the search for your friend. Jean tried to follow you at first but gave up.

You pushed through crowds looking everywhere for Eren. "Where is he? Eren I need you," You muttered. You caught a glimpse of dark hair being pulled out of an updo. You took a sharp turn and bumped into someone. You fell backward on the floor and rubbed your side that you fell on. "Ouch."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going!"  A girl with multiple party foods in her arms shouted apologetically. She hastily set down her collection and helped you up. I took a quick look around the room, Eren wasn't there. The brunette in front of me tilted her head. "Are you looking for someone? I can help you find them to make up for bumping into you. Hey, you're really pretty. Are you the guitarist from that band? Wait, so you live here? Oh no, I bumped into someone famous! Connie and Niccolo are gonna freak out when I tell them! I'm Sasha by the way. Your name is Y/n right?" 

Taken aback by her rambling, and the fact that she recognized you, you stuttered for a bit before gaining your composure. "Yeah, I'm looking for a friend, actually. And that's me. I live here."

Sasha grinned. "Cool! Who are you looking for? I might know them." She linked her arm through yours and pulled you to the outside deck.

"I'm looking for Eren. Uh- Jaeger. My friend Eren Jaeger. I need to find him."  Your voice sounded shaky.

"Me and him were partners in Professor Hange's science class back in high school! He invited me since we go way back." She opened the door and stepped outside. "Hey Y/n, you sound upset. Did something happen?" She unhooked your arm from hers and put her hands on your shoulders with a concerned stare. You were on the brink of tears and didn't want to cry in front of a stranger, but when you heard the caution in her tone you couldn't help but let some tears escape.

"Hey! Hey, hey Y/n, don't cry now. We'll find Eren." She pulled you in for a hug and you slowly accepted it. You weren't even the one who got cheated on yet you were the one crying. You were worried about the band. You were worried about the fight Eren and Jean were sure to get in. You were worried about what Armin would think. But most importantly, you were worried about Mikasa.

The thought of her locking herself in a room upstairs alone after what happened was enough to make you feel sick. You had to find Eren and end the party. You had to keep him calm once he found out. A part of you had always hoped they would break up, and you always felt extremely guilty about it, but you never hoped  it would end in a way that hurt them both. 

You quietly sobbed into sasha's clothed shoulder, definitely staining her frilly dress. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess right now." You stepped away and wiped your eyes several times. 

"No, don't apologize. You don't have to tell me what happened, either. Let's go find Eren, yeah?" She gently took my face in her hands and wiped away at my tears. She hooked her arm through mine again as we continued our search for Eren. 

We finally found him after looking for a good fifteen minutes. He was sitting alone on the front porch with a beer in hand, his hair a ragged mess. He took a swig of it and scowled at the taste. Sasha nodded to you and left you alone with him. You opened the glass door and stood awkwardly behind him.

"Hey, Eren."

"The party's inside." He said bitterly.

"I know." You sat down next him and smoothed out your dress in the process. "What are you doing out here at your own party? I've been looking for you everywhere."

He sighed. "I heard what happened. with Jean and Mikasa. He went looking for her so I assume he's found her, that was thirty minutes ago, give or take. I needed a break and came out here." 

You let your head slump on his shoulder. He let out another long sigh. "I saw it happen. She ran upstairs so I came looking for you. I figured once I told you, you could end the party. That sounds ridiculous now, considering how many people came." You let out a dry laugh and felt him laugh along with you. His head rested on top of yours and he placed a gentle kiss on it.

"What are we gonna do now, Y/n? There’s no chance this'll go over well. The band could be ruined.” He paused and sighed. “I bet Armin would know what to do right about now."

"I bet he would." You took Eren's hand in yours. "I don't even want to think about what could happen."

"Neither do I. Do you want to stay out here a little while longer? We can go back in later." Eren offered.

"Yeah. That sounds nice." 

posted: 8/23/21

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MVP | Jeon Jungkook | final part.

Pairing: [soccer player] Jungkook x reader feat jimin.

Warnings: angst | smut! | cheating confession.

Parts:

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Word count: 8134 (it took me forever to write this part)

A/N: I'm sorry in advance!!

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You stopped your car and glanced over at jimin's house, you shut your engine off so you couldn't hear it rattling anymore it was giving you a headache, it was quieter now you feel the nervousness take over you completely that you found it hard to open the car door and get out.

You didn't notice jimin walking out of his house. he obviously knew your car and jogged towards it, knocking on your window.

"_____?" Jimin questioned smiling warmly at you pulling you out of your trance, startled you fumble with the door handle swinging it open "hey jimin" your voice was shaky as you got out of your car rubbing your sweaty palms against your jeans.

You didn't think you'd see him just yet.

He smiled and opened his arms taking you in for a hug, you felt the weight of the world on your shoulders subsiding, you missed his hugs, you missed spending time with him, you just missed your bestfriend.

After what happened you're lucky that you got a chance to make it right with him again.

"You drove all the way here?" Jimin questioned laughing at the end because he was honestly impressed ,you pulled from the hug "I came to say I'm sorry..." you mutter just loud enough for him to hear.

His gaze softened "_____" he whined giggling softly "it's okay I forgave you" he tells you tracing your cheek with his thumb the smile didn't leave his face at all which made you relax "I'm sorry too..what I said back then about you and um...that was uncalled for it" he rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed.

"But you were right about everything!" You cry, you just couldn't handle not crying anymore, he pulls you back in a tighter embrace rocking you side to side hushing your cries while he runs his fingers through your hair "I'm sorry for not being there for you"

jimin continued to say while holding you in his arms "I never meant to hurt you I should have punched him before he even thought of approaching you" you knew he was beating himself for it you pull away wiping your tears looking at him with glossy eyes "I don't deserve you park jimin" you sniffle.

He giggles "I know, you deserve the world" he pokes your cheek, ruffling your hair as you both chuckle "come here stop crying it's almost Christmas!" He tells you while pulling you in for another hug you wiped away your tears and finally smiled.

"So we're okay?" You ask looking up at him smiling softly "we're more than okay munchkin" he tells you with a grin knowing how much you hated that pet name you shove him off laughing "last one in the house is a donkey" you yell behind you running towards his house.

He gasps "you little-" he follows you trying to catch up with you, the sound of your and his laughter echoes in the streets making your heart blossom with happiness and contentment.

This is the friendship you missed with jimin, for a moment there you had completely forgotten about jungkook and that part in your mind that calls out for him didn't bother you while you're with your bestfriend and for that you were thankful.

_

The drive back to you was longer than it should have been, making Jungkook drive recklessly and yell and shout at the others on the road to make him pass through.

It was christmas eve so the streets were busy and crowded, so much traffic he wanted to scream, he shouldn't have taken this too far and for what? to make you jealous? You weren't even fazed. apart of him was starting to fear that you started to move on and he didn't want to push you away this far.

So he just couldn't wait any longer, he needed to get to you and make it right, even though he still didn't figure out what he'll do with the girl sitting next to him; he was planning to finally tell her the truth after christmas passes he just can't keep leading her on like this or hurt you anymore.

He wanted to make sure that you knew he loved you and is willing to fight for your relationship no matter what the price is.

As he turns around the corner another traffic welcomes his car and he sighs in annoyance slamming his feet on the breaks to stop the car completely until the cars infront of his start moving.

Which by the looks of it won't be happening soon.

He glances at his girlfriend, she was awfully quiet the whole ride back to Seoul, he didn't try to chat with her either, he didn't feel their spark anymore and it was hard for him to maintain it any longer he looks over at her and she looks like... she had been crying silently.

He got worried for a second, did he hurt her by his reckless driving? He did make sudden turns and stops he definitely could have hurt her..

He turned to face her pushing the strand of her hair that had fallen on her face covering it, she flinches from his touch and moves her head away from him making his eyebrows furrow with confusion.

"Nari?" He softly calls her, pulling his hand back, she sniffs and looks away "Baby what's wrong?" He asks placing his hand on her thigh, she pushes his hand off taking a deep breath.

"I know about you and  _____" she declares, turning her eyes to stare into his wide ones, his blood runs cold.

He could feel every emotion drain from him, he could feel ropes around his throat tightening by the second making it hard to breath.

He just stared at her and he cursed himself for not finding any word to say.

"The night I was over at your dorm sleeping over, you told me you left to get something from taehyung's.. my friend who lives next door saw you and _____" she sniffles wiping her tears, her voice is steady and slow even though she had been crying for awhile it seems.

And even though she was being calm jungkook still found it hard to process her words, it was like she was speaking another language, he felt like a part of his world started to collapse, he didn't want her to find out.

Not like this. Not ever until it was the right time.

"It's not what you think I was just checking on her because jimin asked me t-" Jungkook tried to say but she cut him off "Eun saw you kiss her!" Nari shouted rolling her eyes as more tears stream down her face "when will you come clean?" She weeps making his heart break at the way her voice finally broke echoing in the car.

"I knew all along!" She turned to him, her eyes were puffy and blood shot "but I was hoping the confession would come from you, not my friend!"

His head hangs low, he was at a loss of words he didn't know how to respond he looked away feeling slightly ashamed.

"Eun just confirmed what I already knew, you and her really played me like a fool, you thought you had it all figured out huh?" She mocks him "she was even dumb enough to wear your Jersey and come home reeking of your smell!" She cried her arms waved around as she spoke.

"I just want to know what I lacked..I wish you came and told me I wasn't good enough instead of cheating on me with the girl I live with and see every day!" She sobbed "do you have any idea how hard it was for me to live with someone who I knew was betraying me and my trust and with who? My own boyfriend!" she yelled at him.

He was tounge tied, he just let her talk he looked straight ahead trying to block her voice and not surrender to the guilt that was eating him.

"I trusted you! I gave you all of me but Jeon Jungkook that's never enough is it?" She laughs rolling her eyes pushing her hair away from her face.

He never saw her like this and they dated for quite a while. he never saw her this heartbroken and he hated himself for not finding the ability to comfort her or apologize for what he had done.

A few minutes of silence pass but they felt like a year until she spoke again opening the car door;

"I don't want to see you or her ever again...forget I even existed because I'm done with your bullshit" she told him getting out of the car "where are you going?" He yelled feeling furious now, does she have to make a scene? "I'm getting the hell away from you what does it look like I'm doing?" she spat shutting the car door after her harshly, not spareing him another glance.

He rubs his face, frustrated.

He could go after her but he felt relived, he didn't feel sorry, yes he cared about her but it was time he finally let go so he decided it's better that he doesn't because what would going after her really do for him or her? He already cheated; multiple times.

There's no way for anything to be mended in this relationship and he knew that. now all he had to do is carry on with what he wanted to do, what he should have done before hurting Nari this far; Is to be honest and face his feelings for you.

He sighs loudly before pulling out his phone his fingers hovering over your contact on his phone, debating whether if he should call you or not.

But you were so unpredictable and the 'what if's' swirl in his mind endlessly.. would you pick up if he called?

_

Dinner with the Parks was always a delight.

You didn't know how much you loved Jimin's parents until now, they were so kind and down to earth, they didn't make you feel like you had messed up, they welcomed you right in it's like you never have left. Even though you didn't see them or talk to them for a whole year.

The banter with Jimin was unlike what you were used to lately, it wasn't mean it was wholesome and friendly and it warmed your heart.

As Jimin's father was cracking another joke your phone started to vibrate against your thigh.

You apologized and pulled it out feeling a bit scared and worried, because who would call you on Christmas eve?

your family were on a trip.

Jungkook wouldn't call you for sure so you immediately scrapped him off of your mind.

Nari is with Jungkook so you doubted it could be her since she's with her prince charming meeting his royal family.

The thought of that still stung you a bit.

You looked over at the name of the caller as your heart drops..

Were you dreaming?

Because Jungkook the Jeon Jungkook was calling you...

Jimin glanced over your shoulder without you noticing, he saw Jungkook's name bright and clear on your phone screen he couldn't help but clench his jaw, slightly aggravated.

"Excuse me" you smile warmly at Jimin and his parents before getting up from the dining table walking to the hallway to answer the phone.

Your heart was beating uncontrollably in your chest, everything you built up to block him from getting back into your life was slowly evaporating. Like you never built up walls to protect you.

You were shaking, questioning what he wanted, why was he calling? and why now?

You leaned against the wall trying to calm yourself down before you answered, you swiped the green button when you felt slightly steadier and lifted the phone up to your ear closing your eyes shut.

"Hello?" Your voice sounded like a quiver you cursed yourself for not having a stronger voice.

"_____ oh thank god you picked up!" he sighs you can tell he was smiling at the other line, you roll your eyes but your heart was doing flips "what do you want?" You hiss trying to sound unbothered; but god you were gonna melt at the sound of his voice and the way he said your name.

"I need to see you.." he heard the scoff you let out "where are you?" He asks crossing his fingers and hoping that you weren't with jimin; to his disappointment you replied "I'm actually in busan so whatever you want to talk about can we talk about it later? I can't right now" you say biting your bottom lip praying that that was convincing enough glancing behind you to find Jimin was looking back at you, you turned away.

"It can't wait _____! it's about us" he says with gritted teeth, are you serious right now? There's no way he'll wait another day for this to be resolved, he needed to talk it through tonight.

You sigh leaning against the wall behind you staring at the ceiling again "so? You had no problem delaying 'us' for a whole week I think you can wait two more days Jungkook" you tell him frustrated.

He was used to getting what he wanted and that's not gonna happen, not from now on further, you were deeply hurt and there's no way he's getting you back easily.

"Nari knows about us!" He says knocking all the air out of your lungs you feel the world around you stop moving "what?" You ask in disbelief, was this another lie of his?

"_____ we broke up...like minutes ago" he says making your world burn as the realization hits you; now that she's not there anymore he's finally ready for you? He finally realized that he wanted you?

"Oh so that's why you're calling? Congrats on being single jungkook but I'm not intrested in being your rebound I'm done I thought I told you that!" you heard him groan on the other line "goddamn it you're so difficult! Why are you like this? do you want to kill me?" Jungkook yells what were you talking about?! You can't be serious! Rebound? Why do you think that low of him?

"I'd love to!" You snapped back angrily.

You couldn't believe him right now, you wanted to reach through the phone and slap him.

"I'm being serious I need to see you this can't be talked through the phone please believe me I'm not fucking around anymore!" He says his tone changed making your guard flutter, right when you were about to submit to him you felt a hand on top of yours over your phone.

Jimin took the device from your grip smirking at you "she told you she's busy Jeon" Jimin spoke with gritted teeth.

You heard jungkook on the other line shout but you couldn't make out what he said but he sounded so angry, jimin turned to you and winked making you smile and wait with anticipation to hear what's going on.

"Don't worry kook I'm taking care of her very well, goodbye now!" jimin sweetly spoke before pressing the end call button satisfied, he hands you your phone back "I'm sorry but I overheard your call and I thought you needed saving" he rubs the back of his neck as he feels like he shouldn't have gotten between you and Jungkook.

You giggle and sigh nervously, as Jungkook's words play in your mind over and over again shaking your head, Jimin looks at you with worry you look up at him giving him a reassuring smile "let's go back we kept your parents waiting!" you said quickly not wanting to talk about Jungkook or what's going to happen next, dragging him behind you by his hand.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting it was an emergency" you said smiling at them before you sat down. jimin gives you a knowing look when you said 'emergency' making you roll your eyes.

[ an hour before midnight ]

If you thought your mind was not going to overthink everything you thought wrong..

Apart of you suspected that Nari knew about you, no matter how much you thought you hid it well you two were still roommates there's no way the thought didn't cross her mind. There's no way she couldn't have known.

You noticed the way she looked at you lately you knew it was different but you pushed it aside not sparing it a second thought because Nari was Nari, you weren't the bestest of friends but you lived with her and knew enough about her and her moods to know that the stares were just how she looked at people.

But with what jungkook just told you, you knew these stares were her way of examining your behavior, you felt so bad and there's no way you were gonna go back to your dorm now, you felt so ashamed you couldn't face her.

She had every right to hate your guts, she trusted you and you betrayed her.

Mentally you prepared yourself to move out because you knew there's no way you'll continue living with her for another 3 years.

Not after betraying her, you wanted to apologize but you know you'll be the biggest bitch if you do that. because your apology won't do anything. it won't fix your mistake and it surely won't help her with the situation or bring her boyfriend back or undo your doing.

You couldn't help but feel for her and imagine yourself in her place, you couldn't blame her for whatever she did with Jungkook.

You started to wonder and question your relationship with jungkook, and what's going to happen now that she's not in the picture, if he cheated on Nari he could cheat on you too...

He done it so easily to her even though they've been together for a good while, what makes you so different from her?

Do you really trust him to not think like that about him? Do you really want to be with someone who cheated on their signficant other to be with someone else? One day the tables will turn and you'll be in Nari's shoes and you'll taste the same medicine.

Did you really want that?

Jimin looked over at you and smiled sadly. He knew you enough to know that you were overthinking, everything...

He pulled you closer as you laid your head on his chest and sighed "Jimin I'm so confused..." he sighs and rubs your arm in hopes it's soothing, he was gonna try and help but he's not sure about what he should tell you.

"Do what your heart tells you to do" he tells honestly, you stare at the tv, his parents went to bed it was just the two of you now.

"My heart wants him but I'm afraid he'll cheat on me.." you feel ridiculous as you unfold the topic with Jimin he sighs again "love is stronger than any other emotion, if he didn't love you he wouldn't go through all of that just to stop here.. knowing Jungkook he never lost once in his life so I doubt he'd give you up easily" you look up at him and he traces your cheek "I know I said jungkook doesn't love you but what if he does.." he asks himself more than you before he stares at you with a look of admiration.

"and he does because he swore he'd cut my dick off if I get near you" he chuckles as your cheeks overheat and you hide your face in his chest groaning with embarrassment making Jimin throw his head back with laughter.

"Did he really say that? Or you just wanted to see me flustered?" You look up at him, your hair is all over the place from hiding.

Jimin nods "maybe the latter" he winks "anyway, I think you should listen to him you'll never know unless you hear him out" he looks back at the TV.

"But I'm scared...I don't know how I'm gonna react if I see him" you bit your lip as the nervousness embraces you once again.

"at least give it a try it's better than regretting that you never have given him a chance"

The way he spoke these words made an uneasy feeling run through your body, you look up at him then turn your head away with a sad smile you ask "jimin?" You hear him hum a yes "do you still...love me?"

You knew your question was dumb and unnecessary but you were dying to know..you didn't know why the urge to know that suddenly mattered.

You felt his body tense up underneath you as the question hangs in the air but then he relaxes "how can I not?" He whispers but you heard him.

You gulped the lump in your throat as you listened carefully to his words.

"But _____ I don't want to lose the friendship I have with you, it's so precious to me" he giggled but you knew it was the bittersweet kind of giggle it wasn't sad but it wasn't the happiest "this year without you was awful...I know it's cliche but I can't live without you and I don't want to lose you we're already acting like a couple anyway"

He scoffed running his fingers through your hair you wiped a tear that have slipped from the corner of your eye as you sat up to look at him.

"Maybe it's not our time yet" you smirk watching him make a face before he rolls his eyes "oh please don't start with your soulmates talk, I can't stand it! I still can't believe you got over that phase" He got up and walked to the kitchen

"Soulmates exist jimin! You're gonna see!" you tease him following him to grab a cup of water only to find him filling a cup for himself you stop and he raises his eyebrows "don't tell me you want water too" jimin gronas and you chuckle nodding "see! That's soulmate behavior!" You tell him winking at the end he only rolls his eyes

"On a second thought I don't love you all that much" jimin joked making you roll your eyes repeating what he said in a tone then laughing at how he looked at you, offended.

"In another life time you'll be my soulmate jiminie" he flips you off disappearing into the living room, you chug the water down and follow him back to the living room.

[12:30 am]

Jimin started to feel sleepy so you decided it was time to go to your motel and call it a day, he insisted that you sleep over but you complained that you didn't have any of your things or the charger of your phone.

It was all in the bag you packed and left in the motel room you rented for today and tomorrow.

He didn't want to pressure you into staying so he let you go of course after he made you pinky promise that you'd be here first thing in the morning so you can open the gifts he got you.

And with that you drove off, you couldn't wait to get under the sheets and sleep the night away.

You got to your motel pretty easily the streets of this part of town weren't as crowded as the main roads.

The room wasn't fancy but it was cozy,kinda scary, but you won't be here for long you thought.

[1:01 am]

As you were about to turn off the lights to finally rest you heard knocking on the door.

You figured you forgot something at jimin's house and he was dropping it off you did tell him your room number incase something were to happen to you so you got up from the bed and made your way to the door opening it. excepting to see jimin...

But you were met with Jungkook's tired face that lit up when your eyes met.

You stood frozen in your spot not able to comparehand that he's right in front of you.

He smiled and sighed relieved that he finally stood in front of you, he finally was twenty centimeters away from you.

"Can I come in?" He asked he couldn't help but smile with contentment.

You couldn't speak you just nodded and stepped aside to let him walk through closing the door after he was inside the tiny space infront of the door.

Your body brushed against his as you shut the door behind him, the feeling of him near you didn't feel odd it felt comforting and inviting.

You gestured to the two chairs that were beside each other in the corner of the room, he sat down and waited for you to do the same when you did he turned to you.

"I'm sorry" you turned to look at him as he started to speak his eyes were filled with regret and they were glossy.

"_____ I'm deeply sorry I know that you don't want me here right now but thank you for giving me a chance to explain myself" he says you hear him swallow before he continues "I couldn't break up with her because I-" he groaned trying to find the right words to say.

You look down in you lap playing with your fingers trying to breathe in and out, you felt a terrible anxiety take over you.

"we have been together for so long I thought that I'd die if she wasn't in my life but when you came into my life you turned it upside down" he smiled reaching forward to wipe away your tears that you didn't realize were falling.

You didn't know what to feel, but you definitely felt overwhelmed by his presence his aura gave off a feeling like nothing else, even the room felt different.

"being with Nari felt like a chore rather than a relationship I knew I was in love with you before we even slept together that night" he was now knelt infront of you rubbing his thumb against your cheek wiping the traces of your tears.

his other hand held yours in your lap "but I was just afraid of letting Nari go... I knew it had to be done I wish I did that instead of cheating on her but I just couldn't" he looks away from you, you knew he was trying not to cry.

You knew he was speaking sincerely the Jungkook that came over that night in your dorm was someone and this jungkook that was kneeling infront of you tonight was someone else.

"I love you and I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it" he tells you smiling at the end of his sentence making you chuckle lightly as well "please don't cry I don't deserve those tears" he softly whispers his forehead touching yours.

He places a kiss there before he looks into your eyes that were looking back at him.

Love was truly a battle filed, Jungkook was the mvp at every match except yours, you were his weakness, you were his soft spot, you're the only one who he'd surrender to.

Your emotions were a mess, your heart screamed at you to take him right then and there while your mind set off alarms in your body to push him away, both of your senses haveing a battle inside you made it hard for you to do anything, you just sat still.

"Show me" were the only words you could say, he stared at you examining your face before he started leaning in capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

Making you melt in his arms, you wrapped your arms around his neck, surrendering, the fire in your heart finally subsided, he picks you up swiftly.

He gently he places you on the bed climbing ontop of you not breaking the kiss, afraid that you'll dissolve in the air.

You pulled away to catch your breath before pulling him back in latching on to his lips kissing him with every emotion pulling out from you "nothing feels better than this" he says against your skin as he scatters kisses on your neck, your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of his lips sucking and marking your skin.

You tug at his sweater whining he pulls away from you to take it off tossing it somewhere in the room before his tongue latches onto yours, as both of your tounges dance together he pulls off your shorts and panties,sneaking in a finger making you moan against his lips "you're so fucking wet princess" he groans pulling away from your lips staring down at your clit that started to clinch around his finger he slides in another one making you gasp at the feeling, you throw your head back when he starts pushing them in and out of your core.

Your toes curl at the feeling of your climax nearing and he knew that by the look on your face he pulled out his fingers making you cry at the loss of them you look up at him to see him sucking on them moaning on purpose when his eyes meet yours "s-stop teasing-g me" you groaned he laughs pulling off your shirt cupping your breasts in his plams "how about you stay silent baby hmm?" Before you could protest his lips were back on yours, shutting you up,making you taste your juices on his plump lips.

His hands were squeezing your breasts gently before he started to pinch your sensitive nubs making you moan against his mouth you could feel him smile then he pulls away his hands fall to his sides "such pretty tits" he curses as he stands at the end of the bed before he pulls you by your thighs as he gets on his knees "stay still babygirl" he murmurs before he licks your burning core slowly you hiss at the feeling of his tounge flick your bundle of nerves over and over again, you try to get away from the feeling of his kitten licks on your heat drove you crazy you couldn't take it.

Only for him to pull you back biting the inside of your thigh to stop you from squirming and getting away from his mouth "I'm- I'm gonna cum kook-" you cry out when you feel your climax approaching once again he pulls away standing up wiping his mouth with the back of his hand "I want you to cum when I'm inside you baby" he rubs your cheek softly you stare up at him with a pout.

He chuckles deeply as he leans down, kissing your pouty lips while he strokes and pumps his cock, your mouth waters at the sight of his red tip it was already leaking with cum, you wanted to lick him clean but he pushed you back gently "no tonight is all about you" he smiles before he lines his tip with your entrance he looks up at you as if to ask if it's okay you nod furiously not having any patience left.

He pushes inside you with difficulty, your core was warm and tight it made him curse and cry out your name "fuck, how are you still this tight!" He throws his head back trying to push more of his length in but you're barely taking in the tip "stop crying and take all of it slut!" he spoke frustrated slapping your thighs to keep them open you were clenching around his legs tightly "I-I can't" you whimper, shaking your head, your face is red and the sweat was covering you from head to toe your hair stuck to your face "yes you can baby just try a little harder for me princess" he encourages you patting your cheek softly, you try to relax your abdominal muscles your eyes were tightly shut then you feel the rest of his length slide in you hear him grunt satisfied "that's my girl" he smiles wiping your tears away placing kisses all over your face as he pushes in and out of you.

He pulls out all the way and back in hitting your sensitive spot multiple times, abusing it. He places his hand on your abdomen "do you feel me here baby hmm?" You cry and nod his hand pressing against where his cock was hitting made you see stars.

He moaned your name feeling his climax nearing you clenched around him you were on the edge of letting go "let go baby" he reassured you as you started to cum shaking underneath him.

He groaned as his head fell on your shoulder as he let out a moan releasing his seed inside you, he pulled out of you a string of your juices was the only thing contacting you to him he gathered up the substance tapping his finger against your lips you opened your mouth taking in his finger tasting your cum combined with his, he smiles turned on again by the sight, he leans in kissing your lips after he pulled his finger away, he pulled away from you to catch his breath and to let you catch yours.

He falls beside you then turns to you laying on his side tucking you in with the sheet to shield you from the cold as he smiles at you, he couldn't contain his happiness he felt so content he finally felt happy.

With you by his side everything felt right, his arm was around you before he started brushing away the strands of your hair as you smile up at him tiredly, your cheeks were red and your body was still hot and sweaty.

"I love you" he says after all the hair was out of your face, right after he said that, the look on your face was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen your lips broke into a smile as you look back at him your eyes flutter shut drifting off in a deep slumber jungkook smiles then he too falls asleep beside you.

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You woke up early the next day so you decided you'd go to jimin's house earlier than planned, to open your presents and give him his presents that you bought last minute before you drove here yesterday.

You felt sad that you didn't wrapp them up nicely but you knew he'd understand and appreciate them regardless,at least you still bought something rather than going empty handed.

You bought something simple for his parents as well, to apologize for the last christmas tantrum.

You decided not to wake Jungkook up because you knew you'd be back soon and he was a heavy sleeper so he won't be up anytime soon.

You made your way to Jimin's house of course your legs were bruised and walking the space from your car to his front door hurt like hell,you made a mental note to scold Jungkook about that once you get back but for now you just wanted to spend time with your best friend before you go back to taking classes and doing assignments and all that.

His (and jungkook's) championship was next month so he had a lot to prepare for so you doubted you're gonna see him after today not until he's done with the championship.

And who knows where the university is taking the soccer team this year, the championship was held at a different country every year so you had no idea for how long they'll be there and where they're going.

As for jungkook you still needed to talk about your relationship with him, what happened yesterday doesn't mean he's back in easily, there's so much he needed to do to prove to you that he's serious about you.

And a big part of you was afraid that what happened with Nari is gonna happen with you.

You had every right to have your doubts and fears as anyone would if they were in your place.

You shoved those thoughts aside,as Jimin welcomed you with his smile and bed hair you giggled as you hugged him "marry Christmas jiminie!"

"Marry Christmas! now hurry go open your first present I can't wait any longer!" He pulls you inside you shut the door behind you laughing as he drags you to the living room where the Christmas tree was placed.

"The red and green wrapped gifts are yours" he said smiling proudly at the sight of your presents underneath the tree you were in awe "jimin this is a lot!" you pout "this isn't fair I'm ashamed of my gifts now" you say hiding the two bags that had his gifts inside behind your back he shakes his head pulling your arms out "oh shush and gimmie my gifts go get yours!" He pulled the two bags from your grip smiling instantly when he saw his favourite album at the top of the bag.

You huff and stump your way towards the pile of gifts taking the smallest one, it was wrapped very nicely and you remember how passionate jimin was when it came to decorating and wrapping Christmas gifts you smiled when you saw the wrapping paper had small snowmen all over it "come on just rip it open!" Jimin gronas behind you "I don't want to ruin the wrapping paper it's too cute!" You whine opening it carefully making jimin roll his eyes.

You stop when you see the white box "No!" You gasp already knew what it is he broke into fits of giggles behind you "your reaction makes going through all that trouble to get it worth it!" He ruffles your hair you unfold the wrapping paper and open the Gucci box to find the bag you gawked at every time you two went to the mall a year ago "jimine this is so expensive!" You cried "thank you" you dragged your words out "I love it!" You turn around to hug him placing kisses on both of his cheeks before you continue opening the rest.

Every gift beat the last one, you loved every single one, you couldn't believe you were this lucky, Jimin still knows you like the back of his hand, it made you cry from how happy you were, you didn't deserve him at all.

He felt so relieved that you loved his gifts and he thanked the heavens for his good memory otherwise he wouldn't have gotten you something that you liked.

You left his home feeling a lot better and way happier than you've ever been, you were so thankful for having someone like him in your life and you sower you'd never let him go again.

You needed jimin just as much as he needed you and that was never gonna change or so you hope.

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You kept your gifts in the car since tonight you were driving back to Seoul so there's no point in carrying them up to your room and you hurried to get back afraid that jungkook was awake, you didn't want him to wait for you.

Regardless of how much he made you wait, you were better than that.you shut the door after you were inside taking off your coat.

"Good morning" jungkook smiled sleepily at you sipping on a cup of coffee his sweat pants hanged low on his waist making you lose your train of thought for a second.

you greet him back smiling "breakfast just got here let's eat before it gets cold" he told you walking to the bed where he placed the tray you scoffed "very romantic" you remark he smirks "breakfast in bed is not just romantic the food tastes better in bed" he shoots you a wink and you roll your eyes at him.

"After breakfast can we talk?" You bite your lip nervously glancing up at him, he was already eating his piece of toast he nods at you his mouth filled with food you sigh and grab your piece taking a small bit of it.

"I'm assuming you were over at Jimin's" he asks, you nod "He gave me my christmas presents" you say taking a bite of the omelet.

Jungkook curses himself, That's one point for Jimin! he always had a thing for celebrations he should have gotten you something.

You look over at him and know that he feels bad about not getting you anything, well you haven't gotten him anything either.

"Jimin is just trying to make me feel better please don't feel like you had to give me anything" you tell jungkook smiling reassuringly.

He pouts "but I kinda wanted to"

"I know you don't like chirstmas so it's okay" you laugh and he looks down at the food, still feeling upset about not getting you anything.

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Both of you finished every last bit of food that was in that tray, you both had a nice conversation just catching up on what happened lately with him.

You can't help but feel like you're gonna fall of the edge, you were just so nervous not knowing how the conversation you two are about to have is going to go.

He barely touched you, knowing by the look on your face you still didn't forgive him completely, he wanted things to go steady from now on just in case you had a change of heart.

After you cleaned up the bed from the food crumbs and Jungkook called the motel staff to pick up the tray you both sat back down on the bed crossed legs facing each other.

You sigh smiling nervously at him he rubbed your back "it's okay" he reassured "I'm gonna be here for you no matter what" he continued.

You took a deep breath before you spoke looking at the wall behind him because you felt overwhelmed if you stare at him.

"Jungkook you know I love you I can't and won't deny it" you smile looking down "but I can't help but feel afraid that if we date you're gonna treat me just like you treated Nari" you feel his hands disappear from rubbing your arms then he reaches for your hands holding them tightly "you're everything I wanted I don't want anyone else I only need you" he tells you with the gentlest tone you look in his eyes "there was a time where you also wanted Nari but you let go of her..for me"

You sigh again looking away from him, you didn't want to cry, his gaze on you is soft waiting for you to continue fear is growing inside of him.

"Jungkook I love you and I know you love me too but...we can't be together"

You look back at him, your chest tightening at the way his face fell "falling in love with you was beautiful and awful at the same time but I don't regret it I won't ever regret it even though the timing wasn't right" you smile at him your hands were still intertwined.

"Jungkook I'm afraid the spark we both have is not love but a bad habit, I got used to you...you got used to me. you were in a relationship when we met and you were in a relationship when you fell in love with me we built our relationship on someone else's broken heart and I don't think we'll ever be happy together knowing that we've hurt someone by this" you sniffle "by us being together"

"But who cares she knew all along why does it matter?" He whispers you can see the tears drip on his face too "I care, Jungkook! I know my fate with you is gonna be like her and I don't want that" you cry "let me let you go please don't make this harder for me..." you whisper pulling your hands away from his to wipe your tears away.

"So I'm never gonna see you again?" He asks you look up at him, you can see he was crying too you shrag your shoulders "I don't know" you sigh he scoffs standing up "why can't you trust me when I say that I love you and I won't ever hurt you" he says staring at you in disbelief

You can tell he's trying to stay calm "how about I hold you on for that?" you say your chest heaving up and down trying not to sob

He looks at you "what do you mean?"

"Jungkook if we're meant to be together we'll meet again somehow someway and if you and I feel the same way we do now even after being apart then it's meant to be.." you speak ever so calmly.

"Then it's not a bad habit and we really love each other?" jungkook asks smiling sadly while he looks back at you, you smile back nodding thankful that he understands where you're coming from.

"Your championship is next month you won't have time for us" you whisper, tracing the patterns on the bedsheet.

"You know I'll make time for us my championship is not an excuse" he argues back walking behind you "it won't be the same...you're on the other side of the world...I don't trust you that far" you try to joke but cry at the end of your words, he hugs you from the back, his head resets on your shoulder.

"I'll come back for you I promise I will" he whispers kissing your cheek multiple times, your heart melts at his words "please keep loving me until I'm back I promise I'll make it worth it" he murmurs against your neck,placing a kiss there.

you let out a deep breath "I'll keep on loving you until then but as long as you keep on loving me too" you turn your head to him, he's an inch away from you.

He smiles a sad smile leaving a peck on your lips "deal" he tells you painting a hopeful smile on your face before he pulls away.

With a heavy heart he makes his way towards the door "Alright then,I'll see you someday?" He questions looking back at you still sitting on the bed with a single tear on your cheek and a bittersweet smile on your face

"See you someday mvp jungkook" you tell him he nods biting his bottom lip,shutting the door after him.

You stay still feeling the room go colder and darker you could feel your heart breaking when you hear his footsteps walking further away until you couldn't hear them anymore not bearing listening to the silence that was deafening any longer you get up from the bed and run towards the door swinging it open

running down the crappy motel stairs you see him, head hanging low as he makes his way towards his car "Jungkook!" You call out from the bottom of the stairs he turns at the sound of your voice you run into his arms sobbing.

He runs his hand through your hair lifting up your chin to look at him, he captures your lips in a kiss, that you knew was your last kiss.

He pulls away "this is the right thing to do _____" he nods smiling down at you the saddest smile you had ever seen "I know" you reply pouting  your face was pressed against his chest now "I only want to make you happy "he tells you.

You pull away, pressing your lips "I don't think you can anymore" you whisper and that's when he cried too.

"I love you and I'm gonna let time prove that to you" he says wiping away his tears chuckling lightly before he gets into his car you shut the door after he's inside.

he slides the window down "we'll see about that jeon" you tease leaning in but he is faster than you he pulls your face closer kissing you again both of his plams cupping your cheeks kissing you passionately.

I love you too" you say back stepping away from the car he pulls out of the parking spot he stops and waves at you one last time before he takes off you wave back at him watching his car disappear into the fog.

You sigh as the rain starts to pour, you hope that you had done the right thing, hope that Jungkook lived up to his name 'The MVP' hope that he doesn't give you up and that he comes back again to win your heart.

The End

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A/N: before you kill me I didn't want the ending to be sad I originally planned that they don't end up together because in reality it wouldn't be a healthy relationship so bare that in mind I still made it somewhat a happy ending:) thank you SO MUCH for reading this far seriously I love you with all my heart! I'm sorry for any mistakes I made and I'm sorry for the vanilla smut !I need a smut writer to help in that department (I'll give credit ofc)! Thank you so much again and I hope your Christmas was an a amazing one.

[danganronpa-killing-justice]

The Homeroom of a Society

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When I had made my way into the homeroom, my skin could feel all of the air being sucked out. Was my appearance that intimidating? I had never thought of myself in that light...

"Hey! Look who it is! It's this year's Lucky Student!"

As soon as that was said, my new classmates started to hover and surround me. Each of them spewing their own different questions, slowly suffocating me.

"Is you luck contagious?" "I thought you'd be taller."

"Are you Makoto's secret love child or something..." "what's with all the fur...? can i touch—.."

"CLASS!"

The voice of an older woman cut through the harsh questioning. She roughly pushed her way into the clump of students to help get me out of my unfortunate situation. I'll have to thank her more later.

"I know you're all excited to get your questions out, but give the kid his space! He looks like he is on the brink of exploding." The woman commanded out. Although her tone would probably seem harsh to others, I can tell that she said it with care...mostly.

"But Miss-"

Before the student could finish their words, the woman put her hand over their mouth to silence them.

"But nothing! Come on now! Let's get to our seats so we can officially start our day!" She seemed excited and annoyed at the same time. I didn't know that emotion combination was possible.

She started to shoo use back to our seats, literally. The woman moved her arms around almost as if she was sweeping us with a broom. She even made the shooing sound. This is our teacher right? She isn't just some woman who just barged in here and made herself comfy...right?

When she was done getting everyone settled down, she moved herself to the front of the room. "Hello everyone! My name is Nomondai Nototsū! But you can call me Mrs. Nomondai. I am your homeroom teacher for all of your time here unless there are untimely circumstances."

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a student nervously raise their hand. They were wearing an assortment of anime merchandise and had their hood on over their face, almost covering it. "W-What kind of c-circumstances." They had studdered out.

The teacher just stared at back them, unblinking. "Untimely."

"O-Oh.." The student looked at their desk in a blank fear.

The teacher looked unfazed as she clapped her hands together in amusement. "Before I say anything else, does anybody have any more questions?"

A different student then last time raised their hand. Their appearance was more toned down then the first student, which was not saying a lot. The student was wearing a school uniform with a jacket on top. Out of all the people here, they were probably the most under dressed. "I'm sorry if this sounds insulting! But what's your connection to the headmaster? All the teachers here have connections to him, so I was wondering what was yours."

Mrs. Nomondai's face had contorted into a sad expression, but she still had a small smile on her face. "While I am not comfortable with taking to you all now about it, I can assure you that I will talk about it eventually. After all, it is still only the first day of school. If you really want to know now though, just search me up. It's all public info." She seemed more relaxed when she was finished talking.

In return, the student looked more relieved that their question wasn't too emotionally triggering.

Once again, she clapped her heads, almost as in to ground herself. "Now then! If nobody has any more questions then we—"

"HELLO EVERYBODY!"

Stopping Mrs. Nomondai from speaking any further, a blue plush creature came from behind the podium to make its appearance. It's looked like a dragon version of a Monokuma. Wait... A MONOKUMA!?

One by one the entirety of the 1-A class started to collectively loose their marbles. It was like a bomb of anger and confusion hit the classroom.

"AHHHH KILL IT!! KILL WITH FIRE!" The student beside me said as they were currently climbing on top of their desk, shouting profanities while doing so. I wasn't to far behind copying them myself.

"DON'T WORRY I GOT THIS!" Another student started to grab for their lighter in their pocket. Wait, why do they have a lighter already?

"CLASS! CLASS! SEATTLE DOWN THIS INSTANT!" 

The teacher's voice once again rang through the classroom, but not everybody listened to her.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ‘SEATTLE DOWN’!? THERE'S A MONOKUMA RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!" A student yelled back, clearly neglecting the teacher's words.

Mrs. Nomondai's just sighed as she slapped her forehead, the sound echoing off of the walls. Everyone including myself took this as a sign to calm down. I tried to get off my desk with ease, but I just fell down instead. Luckily, nobody noticed because they all held their attention to the shivering creature beside our teacher.

With care, she picked up the dragon-like Monokuma and held them in her arms. "First of all, this is NOT a Monokuma. This is a Helpami, and his name is Sumami. They are the helpers around this school, so I demand you all to treat them with care."

The creature—no, the Helpami squirmed helplessly in her grasp. I think it felt bad for giving everybody a scare.

"I'm sorry Noto. I thought it was my time to appear..." The Helpami whined out.

"It's ok Suma. I thought you kids were told about the Helpami's, but clearly by your actions you weren't." The teacher huffed out, clearly annoyed at one of her staff mates.

Now that I think back to it, the only thing that was told about school's electronic help was about a system called Alter Ego, which was basically the school's more advanced version of another electronic helper.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Nomondai, we were only told about Alter Ego.." I remarked.

Once again, she had put on a disappointed expression. Because of my words, she leaned down to tell the Helpami something. The only words I could make out was 'Yasuhiro' and 'dumbass', which doesn't sound good for the long haired man.

"How come they are modeled after a Monokuma though..? Wouldn't that just scare everybody?" Another students said.

Our homeroom teacher looked like she has asked herself that question to herself or others many times. "They aren't modeled after a Monokuma, they are modeled after Usami actually, who is also somewhere around this school. The one who thought of this idea was actually Kazuichi, the school's Mechanic... under our noses.."

She looked almost mad for a second but then she just squeezed Sumami more for comfort. "Even though it scared the sh-CRAP out of us, I can't say that it wasn't a nice surprise. Like I said, they are the helpers of this school, and they are also given to all of the staff members to make the teaching job just a bit easier."

Everyone in the room seemed to feel a bit lighter at this revolution. They did at least look cute.

"So, um, there i-isn't like any actual real Monokumas on the s-school grounds, i-is there?" The kid who wore the hoodie asked.

She looked at the kid straight in the eyes. ".... no.."

The classroom tensed up once again. Ignoring this, the teacher again clasped her hands together in pure joy.

"Alrighty! Back to what I was saying before! If nobody has any more questions, then I think it is time that we get to know each other! Go around around the room and knock yourselves out! You can even ask me or Sumami more questions if you want! Just have fun, and be respectful!"

And with that, she gave out the peace sign and walked over to her podium, Sumami still in her arms. She's a bit weird, but I can tell she has good intentions... I think.

Well, I better start going over to people. This is going to be one heck of a year, isn't it?

[loaded-remains]

Nothing Personal

Arthur Morgan X f!Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: The more Arthur gets to know you the less he seems to know you at all...and vice versa. That is until another job changes everything....

Warnings: Mild angst. Sexual tension.

Words: 3290

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, let alone something like this but I’ve had a couple of things floating around my dusty old head so i decided to let one free. Apologies in advance. It was meant to be a one shot but isn’t…

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Chapter 3

The following few days had been quiet, you'd passed  time at camp doing chores, occasionally leaving to hunt to help feed everyone. You and Arthur hadn't spoken much lately, a simple nod of recognition as you crossed paths with an added 'hello' sometimes. It felt like you'd gone backwards with him rather than forwards, not that you knew where forwards would take you anyway. The exchange by the cliff tops days before starting to fade in your memory, but his touch, his scent...that you couldn't shake and that drove you wild, not always in the way you were comfortable with.

You sat by the fire alone, a warm cup of coffee in your hand, as you stared into the distance contemplating everything one more time. Maybe it was time to move on, start a fresh somewhere new. You were so distracted by your own thoughts you hadn't heard Sadie call your name three times before you finally snapped back to look at her.

“Hey?” she said “You okay? You look miles away.”

“Yeah...” you said, shaking your head smiling “...Sorry...I'm fine.”

“Okay...” Sadie continued “...Good...Well Dutch wants to talk to us over by his tent...you coming?”

You nodded, standing up and shaking what was left of your drink on the floor before placing your cup back in you satchel, before following her across camp to where Dutch was standing.

He wasn't alone. Alongside him were John, Charles and Arthur, all waiting for you and Sadie to join them.

“Ah...Ladies...” Dutch began “...I'm glad you could join us.”

He moved into the middle of the group, his eyes now focused on you and Sadie.

“I was just explaining to my boys here...” he continued, gesturing to the men “...I have a new plan...a plan to get us some money. Now it might not be all we need but it might just be enough to buy us some time”

You were intrigued. Anything to get you out of camp other than hunting was always welcomed. You were starting to crave some action.

Dutch went on to explain about a train that was due through north of Valentine and how Hosea had found out that there would be a decent amount of cash on board. He laid out a plan, places, people, times of how he had wanted you all to play your part in carrying out the robbery.

“So...” he asked, his eyes scanning the group before him “...you all okay with that?”

He waited for anyone to question what was being asked of them.

“Sounds okay to me...” Charles responded.

“Me too.” John added.

You and Sadie nodded while Arthur just glared at Dutch not saying a word.

“Good...” Dutch finally said “...Ill leave you all to it then. Don't let me down.”

Everyone walked quickly and when they finally got to their horses, each of them adjusted saddles, checked guns and ammunition. It was bound to get ugly and everyone wanted to be prepared.

Arthur, however, had hung back to speak to Dutch.

“You think this is wise?” he asked in a quiet concerned tone.

“Wise?” Dutch frowned “What do you mean, son?”

Arthur looked over his shoulder in your direction as you stood by your horse before swinging back to look at Dutch.

“The girl?” he added “You really think she should be coming?”

“Come now Arthur...” Dutch said walking back into his tent “...You of all people don't let emotions get in the way....besides...I happen to think she'll do just fine. She's got that fire in her belly...we need that right now.”

Arthur hung his head. He knew, for the most part, that Dutch was right, but it still lodged in his throat what had happened last time you had him had done a job before.

“I guess...” he said looking back up at Dutch “...it's just I...”

Dutch turned, placing a hand on Arthur's shoulder, stopping him from completing his sentence.

“Son...” he said softly “...I remember when you had that same fire, that desire to do what needed to done and to hell with the cost...stick to the plan....it'll all be just fine.”

Arthur simply sighed, nodding defeatedly at Dutch.

“Well alright then...” Dutch said, patting Arthur on the back as he turned to walk away.

Arthur made his way swiftly over to his own horse, as you and the others sat patiently waiting for him to join them.

“We ready?” John asked eagerly.

“I think so...” Arthur replied despondently, jumping onto his own horse before trotting away, leading you all out of camp.

The short journey to the location Dutch and Hosea had set out for you all hadn't taken long. You had all cantered in a group, Arthur out in front, John and Charles following close behind with you and Sadie at the back. No one really spoke as you rode out, instead the group focused on the mission, the plan, to getting the job done. That was until Arthur finally broke the silence.

“So...” Arthur shouted back “....we all know what we're doing?”

You knew the question was really directed at you but after everyone confirmed their answer you simply nodded in his direction.

“Good...” he added “...I don't want no mistakes this time...” His eyes fixed on you as he spoke, before turning forward, yanking the reins making his horse run faster.

He really wouldn't let it go.

The group finally pitched up in a small wooded area just below the train line on the outskirts of town, You hitched your horse tightly to a tree and collected a rifle from the back that had been secured under your blanket. The weather had turned, a sharp wind with driving rain making it almost impossible to hear or see anything. Not ideal conditions for anything, let alone a train robbery.

You pulled your hat down the cover your face as you walked against the rain before finally making your way over to the others.

“Charles? Sadie?” Arthur said quietly“You guys go over there...behind that wall.” gesturing to the right of the track as he did.

The pair scuttled over the track before Arthur turned his attention to John.

“Marston?” he whispered  “...You get ready behind that tree?”

John simply nodded and ran to hide in wait of the train.

Arthur then pulled out his gun, cocking the arm back not saying anything else, leaving you confused.

“What about me?” you asked frowning.

He stopped, the rain pelting against his face, and glared at you before finally speaking.

“You're staying with me” he said firmly “I need you so I can see you this time.”

He started to walk away to where he wanted you to wait, not waiting for an answer.

You could feel the anger growing within you once again as you watched him walk away. The arrogance of the man was unbearable.

“Are you kidding me?” you shouted in his direction, the rain not able to drown out your yell.

The silence between you both from the last few days was starting to boil over and you were close to losing it with him yet again.

Arthur turned sharply back to look at you.

“No...” he said angrily “....as matter of  fact ..I ain't kidding. Now get your ass over here now!!!”

You shook your head, the rain running down your face, soaking your clothes as you stood in the open staring back at him.

“You are an insufferable asshole, Morgan!!!” you yelled, not moving from your spot. “I don't need looking after!!!”

“Just do as you're damn told, woman!!” Arthur grunted through his teeth, tired of the arguing.

You were just about to answer when John interrupted you.

“Would you both just shut up” he yelled over at them “We're about to rob a damn train...!!!”

You stopped, looking back at John, before conceding defeat and made your way over to where Arthur stood. Now wasn't the time to try and come to some sort of agreement with how you and Arthur would ever be able to get along and you were starting to think that maybe you never would.

You stood next to Arthur, the heat from his body penetrating through his wet clothes, the familiar scent of him filling your nostrils yet again. He never spoke directly to you again, instead focusing as the gentle rumble of the train bounded towards you all along the tracks.

This was it, another chance to prove yourself. Not to him, he would always find a negative in anything you did, but a chance to show you could hold your own when things got real.

As the train slowed, you all moved closer, pulling up your bandanas in anticipation of it finally coming to rest for you to board.

Charles and Sadie ran into the first carriage as John made swift work of incapacitating the driver. You and Arthur made your way to the rear of the second carriage, Arthur moving to the luggage compartment checking for loot boxes. You focused your gun on what few passengers there were, demanding money from whoever was closest to you. This wasn't a way to make a living but you had to survive. That's all you ever wanted, was to just survive.

You could hear the familiar voices of John, Sadie and Charles as they shouted at the passengers in the front carriage, as you yourself continued to comb the men and women for whatever you could get.

All of a sudden you heard a gunshot come from behind you. You turned sharply, fear trying to enter your thoughts, as you saw Arthur drop to the floor. A group of about five guards were now standing in the last carriage where Arthur had been with one of them pointing a gun in his direction. You wasted no time in raising your rifle, pulling the trigger and catching the guard squarely in the chest, making him drop to the floor immediately. The other guards tried to force their way towards you as passengers fled the carriage amongst the commotion.

“What the hells going on?” You heard John shout as you continued to fire at the incoming guards, catching another making him drop.

You didn't answer him as you continued to defend yourself, trying desperately to search for Arthur among the gunfire.

Sadie, still standing in the carriage where she had been frantically searching passengers for anything she could get her hands on, looked up through the window, a few lights flickering through the trees. She tried to make out what it was when all of a sudden the familiar sound of hooves on ground came thundering closer. She could make out the shadowing figures of law men on horseback making their way to their location, guns pointed firmly in their way.

“We got company!!!” she yelled, making John and Charles snap back into cover, looking as the law made their way ever closer.

Both men joined Sadie, guns held high, shooting back at the men on horseback.

You had your own problems. The three remaining guards drawing closer to you as you picked another one off with your rifle. You could just make out the dark figure of Arthur on the ground, slowly writhing around in pain, his hand fixed firmly on his shoulder. As you drove another bullet into one of the guards causing him to fall against a large wooden chest you barged forward to the remaining man, knocking him to the carriage floor before removing your knife from its sheath and driving it into his chest.

You could still hear John, Sadie and Charles battling it out with the law men outside but you returned your focus to Arthur who was still lying on the floor. You dropped to your knees and rolled him over, the evidence of his wound now apparent. Blood soaked his shirt and he gave a gentle moan as you looked down at him.

“Son of a bitch...” he muttered angrily under his breath.

“You're gonna be okay...” you replied reassuringly, ripping a piece of his shirt to wad the wound, placing light pressure to try and stop the bleeding.

“The hell is goin' on out there?” He asked as he tried to sit up, wincing at your actions to help him.

“The law is what's going on...” You replied frantically “..but we need to get you out of here...”

“Well, let's go help 'em...” Arthur said firmly, trying to stand, pain searing through his shoulder as he did, making him yell out.

“No!” You sharply replied “You're not well.”

Arthur looked at you dead in the eye, his brow furrowing with displeasure at your negativity.

“I ain't in the habit of leaving folk behind” he replied, a deep gruff tone to his voice, the gunfire still ringing in your ears.

You just stared at him.

Another dig at you.

You knew he wouldn't leave anyone behind, not even you, but you had to try and reason with him. Now wasn't the time for 'I told you so'.

“I know....” you finally replied softly “...and I am sorry...I really am...but we gotta get you outta here!!!”

It was in that moment, that apology, Arthur changed. A softness in his face as he looked up at you, a flicker of relief as he lay on the floor, your hand still pressed firmly on his chest.

The gunfire grew closer, making you snap your head up to look in the direction of your fellow camp mates. You caught John's eye as he had made his way through to the other entrance to the carriage which you were with Arthur.

“Get out of here!!!” he yelled.

“I ain't leaving you...” Arthur screamed back, watching John dodge a cascade of bullets as he spoke.

“I ain't asking, brother...” John replied firmly, shouting through all the noise that surrounded them “..Now go!!”

John looked up at you, not waiting for Arthur to respond.

“You take care of him...” he pleaded “...please!”

You simply nodded before watching John leave to join the others, the gunfire slowly dissipating, the number of law men remaining dwindling with the rapid fire of Sadie, Charles and John. Others would be here anytime soon as word would have spread of another robbery on the railway line. You returned your attention back to Arthur, placing his other arm around your shoulder and slowly easing him to his feet, He grimaced in pain with every movement no matter how gentle you were trying to be.

You finally made your way back to your horses watching the others making small work of the remaining men on horseback. You looked at Arthur, his back now leaning against his own trusted horse.

“Can you ride?” you asked, the heavy rain still driving into them.

“I'll be fine” he said, as if the question even needed to be asked.

You helped him to horse, his body struggling to find the saddle as he yelped out with pain one more time.

Settling into your own saddle, you lead on in front clutching the reins of Arthur's horse, leading them away from the battle and into the damp darkness of the night, not looking back as you did.

You travelled for about fifteen minutes, constantly checking on Arthur behind you as he lay slumped over onto the mane of his horse. He never spoke, a gentle grunt falling from his lips as you made your way over rough ground.  The ride for the most part, was quiet until you finally came across a small path that led from the main highway leading you to the shoreline of a river. As you wiped the rain from your eyes, you could just make out a small cabin in the distance. You made your way over, hitching your horse to the rail outside before quickly checking if anyone was there or had been recently. You opened the door, a musty smell welcoming you as you did. If anyone had lived here it had been vacant for some time. You quickly returned to Arthur, his body using all its strength to stay on top of his horse. He was fading, the loss of blood slowly starting to take a hold. You grabbed him as he slowly slid off, using all of your own strength to hold him up as his feet finally found the ground. You walked him over to the cabin and  found your way indoors and out of driving wind and rain. You noticed there was a single bed in the corner which you quickly moved Arthur too, his limp body dropping heavily on to, finally laying and relaxing.

You found a lantern which you lit, illuminating the tiny space you found yourself in. You looked down at Arthur, his eyes closed, his face covered in a mixture of dirt, blood and rain. You quickly opened your satchel, retrieving a small bottle of whisky and placed it in his hand.

“Here...” you said softly “...drink this”

Arthur slowly opened his eyes, grabbing the bottle before slightly lifting his head to look at it.

“What is it?” he asked quietly “Poison?”

You smiled, a hint of previous encounters implied in his question.

“If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead.” you smirked back at him as you slowly started to remove the cloth from his shoulder.

Arthur smiled back before taking a big swig of alcohol, returning the bottle to you. You took the bottle from him, placing it on the floor before finding the right words for your next question.

“You're gonna need to take off your shirt....” you said sheepishly. You felt nervous asking him as you weren't sure what his response would be.

He looked up at you, his eyes softened as he as he did. He held your gaze for what felt like ages before finally responding.

“I'm gonna need your help.” he replied, his tone now quiet., not once taking his eyes off of you.

You paused, taking a breath as you did before leaning forward to him and reaching for the top button on his shirt. Time felt like it had stopped again just like it had on the cliff top. You could feel his breath on your face, the whiskey fumes filling your nostrils as you slowly made you way down through the buttons, the wet cloth of his shirt clinging to his chest, your eyes not looking at his face as you did until you had reached the bottom button and pulled his shirt apart revealing his skin to you. You leaned ever closer to him as you slowly pulled the damp cotton over his broad shoulders one at a time, taking great ease when releasing his wounded shoulder.

You stopped and finally looked at him, his eyes tracing your lips and back to your eyes. It seemed like the pain had left him momentarily as he studied every inch of your face. You were lost in him and you didn't know why, the line between love and hate seeming to become even more blurred than before. What was happening? This was the one area of you where fear really did creep in, and at that moment it was busting down the door and screaming at you.

“Who are you?” Arthur finally said quietly, breaking the tension.

You paused before answering as you searched for the right words to say.

“I don't know any more.” was all you replied.