#imma put this up on AO3 too after work :)

[hero-of-the-wolf]

It was said that time would heal all wounds. That’s what everyone had always said, anyways. That the grief would fade, until one day it would be gone, and she’d be okay again.

That was a lie.

“I won't be gone for long,” he’d told her. “I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”

That had been a lie, too.

Malon didn’t think that she could ever be okay again. And truthfully, she didn’t want to. Feeling okay felt almost like a betrayal to the love that she and Link had shared.

It’d been years and years now since he’d left for battle and never come back home. Working around the ranch kept her busy, but nothing could fill that hole in her heart that her husband had left behind. And at times like this, kneeling by their dresser with one of his old shirts clutched tightly in her hands, it hurt as much as it had the day she’d first lost him.

Why’d he have to leave? Hadn’t he given enough? Why did he have to leave her?

Her anger almost immediately sputtered back out, swallowed up by guilt. She hugged herself, wishing desperately that it was his arms wrapped around her once again. He’d press a kiss to the top of her head and whisper against his hair, he’d say… he’d….

She didn’t remember what his voice sounded like anymore.

She pressed her hand tightly against her lips, choking on a sob. His memory had already become so faded from her mind. How could she?

It still didn’t feel real. Like at any moment, he’d walk through their front door and sweep her up into his arms. Like it was all some horrid nightmare, and she’d wake up to him by her side once again.

She knew that his line of work had been risky, but Hylia if she hadn’t hoped that just maybe they’d get to grow old together. Raise their children hand in hand, enjoy the peace that he’d fought so hard to obtain. Why couldn’t they….

She buried her face into his shirt. The smell had faded long ago, but it was still a small comfort to know that it had been his.

These small comforts were all she had left of him. The tears ran unbidden down her cheeks. She halfheartedly wiped them away.

“Oh, Link. I miss you so… so much.”

She almost expected to hear a response. The resounding silence was painful.

Had he died alone? Had he been scared?

She’d never know.

“I love you, Link,” she whispered. “I always will.”

Then with a heavy sigh she folded the shirt up and tucked it away. She took a deep breath in, held it a moment, and exhaled slowly. The pain still weighed heavily on her chest, but it was a little easier to breathe. She pressed a hand over her heart and took in another deep breath.

“Mommy?”

Malon quickly rubbed at her face. Her daughter needed her right now. She needed to be strong.

She knew that that’s what he would have wanted.

She got up and crossed over the room. With a sigh she took her grief and carefully tucked it away for later, before finally opening the door.

“What is it, sweetie?”

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: None (Yet) in chapters to come there will be smut (and lots of it) and possible violence/blood/gore

Chapter Word Count: 2803

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A/N: My first Supernatural fic so I hope it doesn’t suck ass. Only proof read by myself, so pls let me know of any errors so I can correct! Also I know at this point in the series Dean is more serious, however I love pre-Hell Dean so imma bring some of those vibes in here. This is also posted on my AO3.

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Please read the below first:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 3

The rest of that day was pretty uneventful. Charlie practically threw my sad lone duffle bag through the front door and left before I could give her a piece of my mind for just leaving me here. I helped Sam put away the groceries he’d bought, emphasising that ‘we don’t put things down, we put them away’, otherwise we end up living in filth again. I also cleared some space around the study area that seems to be the centre of the bunker, and much to my dismay, threw out even more take-out boxes and beer bottles. I arranged all of the research that had been left on the desk in a mess, organising it into piles of read and unread; or at least what looked read and unread to me. The whole time Dean sat at this very desk and was watching cartoons on Sam’s laptop whilst his brother was in the shower, letting me do all the dirty work as he just sat there and relaxed. When I was finally done, I slumped down in the chair opposite him and slid all of the neat stacks of research towards myself. Dean looked up at me, his relaxed ‘cartoon-watching’ expression fading slightly.

“What are you doing?” He asked. I looked up at him like he was stupid.

“What do you think? I’m catching up on what you guys have been researching.”

He closed the laptop and folded his arms across his chest, the cotton of his flannel pulling tight over his large biceps.

“That’s such a waste of time.”

“And why, pray tell, is it such a waste of time Dean?”

“It’ll take you days, maybe weeks to catch up on what we know - either me or Sam can give you a rundown on what’s most important in an hour,” his tone was very matter-of-fact, like he didn’t want to be argued with. I sighed, crossing my arms on the table in front of me, leaning forwards.

“That’s great, you can still do that, but the more clued up I am as to what is going on then the more chance we have of finding what you need,” I paused for a second, a thought flashing across my mind. “Come to think of it, you haven’t even told me why I’m here, other than to ‘do research’. What are you looking for that has you so stumped?” Dean sucked a breath in through teeth, shifting slightly in his chair.

“The Fist Blade,” his tone had a thickness to it that I couldn’t place.

“The First Blade? As in Cain and Abel? THAT First Blade? ”

“Bingo.”

“But surely that’s long gone by now, it’s been two millennia at least. Nothing can last that long…can it?” I asked almost rhetorically. Dean shrugged.

“That’s what we want to know too,” his eyes flicked up and caught mine, his gaze burning into mine for only a moment with such intensity I felt my breath catch in my chest. The dark purple bruising on his face around his eyes made that forest green even more vibrant and alluring. There was a pause - for some reason I couldn’t look away and I had to catch myself before glancing at his bruised lips, which I knew already were devilishly charming. Right as I gave in to temptation and saw the corner of Deans poor split lip twitch into a smirk, Sam saved the day by striding in, towel-drying his hair. He paused, looked at us and frowned quizzically, almost like he was more surprised that we weren’t throwing furniture at each other. He didn’t say anything on that topic though, because as he looked around he noticed I’d cleaned. Again.

“(Y/n) you really have to stop cleaning up our mess,” he smiled, hanging his towel on the back of his chair as he took a seat next to me, his long legs grazing mine slightly.

“Sam just say ‘thank you’,” I tilted my head up to him - he was still enormous even when he was sitting down. He laughed slightly, almost bashfully as he looked down for a second at his twiddling thumbs before locking his eyes with mine again.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I returned his smile at last, holding it for a few seconds before continuing: “So Dean has just been explaining to me what you’re looking for. Surely the First Blade is long gone by now? How would it have survived this long, and still be functional - not just some pile of dust?” Sam huffed out an already exasperated breath, slouching back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, much like how Dean was sitting.

“I have no idea, at this point I feel like we’re grasping at air,” we all mumbled in agreement, suddenly sitting in a solemn sort of silence. It was short lived though as Sam leant forwards, pushing his damp hair from his eyes and trying to lighten the mood.

“Guys why don’t we just leave it for a few hours and get something for dinner? It’s getting late and we should really eat.” Dean suddenly sprang forwards, sitting up straight and lacing his fingers together on the desk with a grin on his stupid face.

“Good idea Sammy - I can’t wait to try her cooking. If she can cook half as well as she cleans then we’re in for a treat.”

“You son of a bitch!” I jumped up, grasping the first thing I could find (a file on God knows what) and smacked him across the face with it. Deans head turned with the force - albeit not much - and another stupid grin crept onto his stupid lips. He chuckled his deep, chesty laugh and tenderly touched his already sore face, wincing slightly.

“Just for a second I forgot you hated my guts,” he drawled, rising to his feet.

“Well you don’t do yourself any favours by talking to me like that.”

“Yeah? Well maybe if you weren’t such a hot head you’d be able to take a joke.”

“A joke? You call that a joke? Jokes are supposed to be funny, Dean, there wasn’t even a punchline,” I had started to raise my voice slightly and he gave me an extremely puzzled look.

“Hold the fucking phone - are you mad at me because I ‘insulted’ you or are you mad that there was no punchline?”

“I’m mad at YOU, because you’re just trying to rub me up the wrong way on purpose!”

There was a pause, and a smirk and a twinkle in Deans eye.

“Well I’m sure if you ask Sam nicely he’ll rub you up the right way.”

“DEAN!” Sam and I both cut in at the same time and when I glanced at him I noticed a faint pink glow on his cheeks.

“What?” He threw his hands up, “Sam you’ve been acting like a schoolgirl around her since we met her at the diner, always jumping to her aid first. Just admit you have a crush ok?” Dean gave his younger brother an ���all knowing look’ as Sam covered his face.

“Dean I’m going to pretend you never said any of that and just move on,” Sam turned to me and said in a hushed tone “I’m so sorry,” before looking back at his brother, who was now reaching for his jacket. “And where are you going?” Sam quizzed.

“To get dinner, that’s what this whole conversation escalated from right? About what we were going to eat? Well I’m going to get takeout, what do you both want?” Dean said, throwing his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Dean sit down,” I chimed in, my voice sterner than I intended.

“What?”

“Just sit the fuck down. Both of you. Carry on researching and making yourself useful,” I said, moving away from the table.

“Why?” Sam did as he was told but Dean looked at me like I’d asked him to eat tofu.

“Because I’m not letting you boys eat yourself to death with E numbers and MSG. I’ll cook something,” and as the words left my mouth I saw Deans eyebrows raise so much I thought they might push his hairline back. Before he could get a single word out Sam spoke on behalf of both of them:

“If you’re really ok doing that, (Y/n), you’ve already done so much today-”

“Sam it’s fine, I really don’t mind. I actually enjoy cooking, and since Bobby’s been gone I’ve had no one to cook for. So yeah it’s ok,” I smiled at him reassuringly, and he smiled back.

“Ok, if you’re sure,” he paused, looking to his older brother who had removed his jacket and was taking a seat again, “I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to just because Dean-”

“Really Sam, I’m fine with it. I was planning to cook even before the jackass opened his trap.” The younger Winchester gave me a final ‘ok’ before I spun on my heel and walked towards the kitchen, not even bothering to give the older Winchester a second glance.

I guess it’s time to find out what these boys have lurking in their pantry.

*

I’d been cooking for maybe half an hour when I was finally done and called the boys to the kitchen. I set three places at the table, and placed down three beers and enough cutlery for all of us, alongside various condiments they might want. I was just serving up as they walked in, muttering to themselves about something they’d researched. As they both sat down, I placed two plates in front of them and watched their faces light up.

“STEAK!” They both had wide grins as they picked up their cutlery and immediately dug in.

“Don’t get too excited, it’s nothing special. Plus the fries were frozen and the mac ‘n’ cheese was instant,” I said, placing down my own plate and taking a seat between them.

“Don’t care, ‘s home cooked,” Dean said with a mouthful of food, reaching for his beer. Sam just nodded vigorously in agreement.

“Well ok then,” I smiled to myself, I guess a little happy that they were happy. And for once that Dean had nothing smart to say. Yet.

*

Dinner was pretty uneventful - and short - as the boys practically inhaled their food. When their plates were empty they just sat at the table in a happy silence, rubbing their full bellies.

“Considering you just used what we already had and didn’t go shopping for anything, that was fucking beautiful,” Dean said, stifling a burp. I looked at him in surprise.

“Oh… Thanks Dean,” I half smiled down at him as I stood to collect their plates. He put his hand out to stop me, taking them from my grasp and pushed gently on my shoulder, urging me to sit. He returned the half smile, standing up.

“No problem. Now let me do this, you’ve done enough for us today already. Take a break,” his voice was low and strangely kind towards me, and I was almost lost for words as I felt his firm chest brush against my arm as he took the plates from me, his body heat reaching my skin through the fabric. Was he being serious, or just leading up to be a dick in a rather roundabout way? Who knows. But I should try to appreciate the moment at least.

Dean washed up whilst Sam dried everything and put it all away, and I sat sipping my beer as they bustled about for a few minutes. Once they were done, Sam took his seat back at the table and Dean grabbed the tea towel, roughly wiping the surfaces and flinging it over his shoulder when he was done.

“And now it’s pie time,” he said suddenly, sparks of joy in his voice. I grinned.

“Oooh, can I have some?” I asked. Dean turned to look at me like I’d asked him to shoot a puppy, and Sam muttered an ‘oh boy’ under his breath.

“Can you have some?” Dean repeated my request back to me, those sparks of joy in his voice no longer there.

“Yeah…please? I saw it in the fridge earlier, there’s definitely enough to share,” I stated, starting to feel like I was missing something here. Sam cleared his throat and I turned to look at him, an unusual expression on his face.

“Uhhh…(Y/n), Dean doesn’t share his pie. Not even with me.” Dean slammed the fridge door closed, said pie now in hand.

“You’re Goddamn right. The pies mine, now back off,” he gave me a warning look as he grabbed a fork and sat back down next to me again.

“Fuck me; really? What are you, a child? Who the fuck won’t share a pie made for four people?” I asked, getting exasperated with Deans bullshit. I knew the kindness wouldn’t last.

“Me.”

“Fuck you.”

“Guys, I’m gonna go and get some sleep - I’ll be back in a few hours. Thanks for dinner (Y/n), it was great,” Sam stood and pinched the bridge of his nose, not being inconspicuous at all about being done with bickering between Dean and I. He smiled softly at me before he left, patting my shoulder as I said a quiet ‘sleep well’ to him before he exited the room. Then it just left me and Dean. Again.

“Just one slice,” I asked abruptly, watching him shovel pastry into his face.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Dean I made you dinner and tidied your shit, the least you can do is give me a slice,” I slid forward in my chair, inching closer to him in a new attempt to get him to share.

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Fuck,” I threw my hands up before leaning forwards a little more so I was now close enough to smell him. And annoyingly he smelt divine - his cologne mixed with the scent of old leather and woodsmoke, perhaps a little gunpowder too. I breathed in, trying to get to the sweet smell of the desert he had, but all I could smell was him. I tried to ignore it. He was still a douchebag.

“One bite?” He sighed and turned to look at me, noses almost touching as I flinched back, not realising how much I’d shuffled towards him. He sighed, dropping his head slightly.

“Ok, just one bite,” he said as I did a very quiet squeal of delight. I reached for the fork in his hand but he held it up out of my reach, shaking his head.

“No. Not you.”

“Dean, come on.”

“Open.”

“What are you-”

“Open your mouth,” he said sternly, those evergreen eyes finding mine.

“Wait wha-”

“Open your Goddamn mouth (Y/n)” he said, his voice turning gravelly as I felt his breath on my face. I felt heat start to flood my cheeks and I couldn’t tell what emotion it was coming from, as I had started to feel a lot of things all at once. What made my head spin a little though was hearing my name fall from his lips - he hadn’t said it before, at least not to my face. And I hated myself for liking how it sounded. I didn’t say anything to him as I eventually did as I was told; opening my mouth and instinctively sticking out my tongue a little. I wasn’t sure where to look, so I looked at him - the concentration on his face as he scooped up an acceptable amount of pie to part with was amusing to say the least. Happy with my tiny portion, he turned to me and put the fork on my tongue, to which I closed my lips around as he slowly pulled it from my mouth, leaving the amazingly sweet desert behind. With my eyes now closed, I couldn’t help but hum in delight, savouring every flavour before I swallowed it down. Slowly opening my eyes again, I wasn’t expecting to see Dean still watching me, lips slightly parted as his gaze flickered between my eyes and my sticky lips, which I was now licking clean. He seemed to catch himself quickly though, immediately scooping up more pie for himself and cramming it into his own mouth. I sat back in my chair, picking up my beer and draining the bottle.

“Next time you buy a pie, Winchester,” I started, standing and tossing the bottle in the bin, “buy one for me so we don’t have this problem again.” He looked up at me just as I turned to leave.

“No promises,” his lip quirked slightly - so slightly that I wondered if he’d even smirked at all. I scoffed, giving him one last look as I rolled my eyes before I left the room to continue researching.

“Fuck you.”

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Chapter 4

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi there! I wanted to say that I love your work and I’m really enjoying seeing all the good shit you put out! Tbh me and my twin have been eating up the story with We’ar-ow! We’ve sorta created our own character to fit in as the reader, and we chat about each update after you post them! It’s a fun little book club in a way! If you ever end up publishing any books, be sure to tell! I love your writing style it’s so distinct and enjoyable!

Also! I wonder how yautja would react to a real short s/o (imma dude and being 5’2 sucks a lot, my mom had to fuck a short king sigh) I had to grab something next to my couch that’s only 2 feet off the ground and I almost flipped my body over reaching. I can’t even wrap my arms around my knees when sitting either

I am able to reach a lot of small things hidden around my house, and I’m really good at anything small with my hands like sewing- tbh that’s the only upside

also quick yautja question- do you think they’re able to produce twins or triplets? Mostly asking cuz I’m one! :p

also I’m so thankful for you writing for readers who aren’t female! it really warms my heart <3 sometimes it can hard to find non female readers and x male readers help with my dysphoria

Short King

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x Mas!Reader

Word Count: 692

Summary: After the countless times you've fallen off of places or even found yourself somewhere you're not suppose to be, your wonderful mates have gotten you a step stool. Uihoy understands the frustrations himself. But he doesn't want you getting hurt.

Author Note: I'm so thankful and love this message so much. And the fact you chat about my writings?! Seeing this message for the first had me squealing and kicking my feet like a school girl. I hope one day I'll publish books but for now, I stick to writing fanfics about being dicked down by aliens.

P.s. Gonna be honest, I never knew how many AMABs liked Yautjas. I'm used to fangirls since I'm one myself. But I'm happy to help fill in the hole for the lack of AMAB writtens

Masterlist

Ao3

Knowing some Yautjas out there, they have a size kink. So you being much smaller than them goes burr for them.

They can also wrap themselves around you easier. It makes for the best cuddling sessions because they can probably almost encase you completely. That way, they can protect you better!

They also wouldn’t treat too much different either. They might ensure your items are closer to the ground so you don’t have to climb as much to reach them.

A step stool around either their ship or hut on Yautja Prime is necessary. They wouldn’t want you to go without it either. Less climbing means less danger for you! Safe on the ground floor where you can’t bust your head open.

After one close call with a fall, your mate wouldn’t want you to even think about getting on the damned counters again. So, he got you a step stool.

Once in awhile, you’ll see him use it too. Don’t let him know or say a damn word about it.

Plus, imagine those with the size difference kink. You desperately trying to reach something too far above you. They come up behind you, squishing your body to either the counter or wall. That day ended up differently than you originally thought.

Seeing the way your hand barely fits in their palm. They’re purring up a storm and holding you close.

As for the twins and triplets: yes, it is possible but a very rare occurrence. With their head structure, it’s already hard to push out one. It also puts a huge strain on their bodies. Some go through with the pregnancy if they believe they can endure the journey. Others don’t to save them either the downfall of an unnecessary death of themselves or their children.

I believe in some cultures of the Yautja, it’s celebrated if a female produces more than one offspring and survived. It is a feat that many don’t endure or survive.

Hands encased your hips and pinned you to the counter. A heavy body draped acrossed your back. Hot air caressed the shell of your ear. “What does little hunter think gonna do?” a grumbly voice spoke, slightly scolding you for what might have been a dangerous action. At least in those bright orange eyes of his.

Your entire body jumped at the sudden feel before relaxing, head titling to the side. Uihoy’s profile met your gaze. “I have no idea what you mean,” you brushed off. “I’m just trying to grab a bowl.” That was only thing that was the second shelf they hadn’t moved yet. You best believe it will be after today.

Uihoy snorted then reached above you and grabbed hold of the item you were attempting to take. It was placed before you on the counter in front of you.

The hand left on your hip drifted up to clasp hold of your throat. A finger was used to tilt your head back. Uihoy leaned over you to look you in the eye. “Next time, use the stool,” he scolded and pinched the column of your throat in warning.

Your shoulders sagged, eyes rolling with attitude. “But Uie! I was fine. Three feet off the ground ain’t gonna kill me,” you complained and leaned your weight against the short Yautja. His body barely even wavered at the added weight.

“No, but Uihoy might if little hunter doesn’t listen.” There was no bite in his words. You groaned.

His hold on you slipped away. He took a step away from you. You snatched the bowl off of the counter in front of you and marched over to the refrigerator-like device in the wall.

As you pulled out the stew made yesterday to consume as a mid-day lunch, you narrowed your eyes on Uihoy. The Yautja still stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island. With a spoon, you pointed it at him, non-threatening. “You’re lucky I love you enough I won’t smack you for calling me short,” you pouted and poured some of the stew to fill half the bowl.

A disgruntled grunt sounded from the elder. “My heart is yours, little one.”

[lets-zofifi-stuff]

The Smallest Miracles

Fairy!Sun and Moon & Witch reader short story

Heavily based on Fairy AU by @ayyy-imma-ninja, Fairy Friends AU by @themuse-artcorner and this drawing.

Thank you all!

hurt/comfort, no romance

Trigger Warnings: abuse, animal abuse, implied suffocation, panic attack

Edit: there is an ao3 with (currently) three more chapters.

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It would be fitting to say, it was a dark stormy night, when I sneaked into the poacher's den, but in fact it was a calm chilly evening, in the middle spring. The sun only began to set down, when I found the base of the operation I was tracing down for months.

There were plenty of people in the world willing to pay a hefty price for a magical creature. So obviously, there came assholes who busied themselves with catching and selling them. But they made one serious mistake. They tried to hunt in the witch's domain. Mine, to be precise.

They made their base in a wide sinkhole in the middle of the old forest. About half a dozen goons were camping next to the mouth of a cave, presumably their main storage. They were sitting by the campfire and drinking heavily from glass bottles and ceramic jars, for warming-up.

I was hiding in the bushes, observing. The day was cold. A gentle drizzle, half way between rain and fog, was settling on me as a damp layer. If not for my warm coat and thick gloves, I would be already freezing. I had a hood pulled deep on my face with my pointy hat put on top.

The sinkhole was an excellent place to stay hidden, and to help keep imprisoned beings inside. Far worse to defend yourself against an ambush. I had a few spells prepared.

I made the fog rise from the forest floor and slowly flew down into the hole. They didn't notice anything suspicious about it until they all started to feel dizzy and unsteady on their feet. The airborne spores I added to the cloud were working.

I sat on my trusty broomstick, covered my nose and mouth with a scarf and flew down into the cloud. I landed unnoticed near the mouth of the cave. I nearly tripped over one of drugged bandits. He was wiggling on the ground, mumbling something about the rain, so I assumed he was dreaming about being a worm in the mud. He seemed strangely content with that.

The cloud was only reaching a few feet inside. Further, the air was clean, so I was able to uncover my face. 

Creatures in the cages looked at me when I came in. Some got startled by the presence of a human, but some seemed to recognise that I am not one of their captors. Maybe they even knew what my pointy hat meant. A shine of intelligence in some of the eyes, made me feel sick to my stomach. Not like I wasn’t expecting magic folks trapped together with magical animals, but it was always a shock. Sleeping spore was far too good for those bastards.

I could see only about eight cages with residents inside. Either the poachers were bad at their job, or they managed to transport and sell most of their catches before I could stop them. I didn't have much hope of rescuing the poor guys after they were given away into the hands of some rich collectors or power-hungry mages.

I waved my hand at the creatures. “I am a friend. I want to help, I promise. Let me do that, please.” None has answered me, but that was okay. Many beings able to speak like to fall silent at the moment the human shows up. I was not here to make friends anyway. I began to walk from cage to cage, speaking to them soothingly and checking up their condition.

All the creatures seemed to be in relatively good health. They had to get captured recently. I could risk simply letting them go as they were. They were able to find their way out and take care of themselves, just like they were doing before humans took them. 

Meanwhile the sleep cloud outside started to dissipate.

I quickly opened the cages and urged the creatures to move fast, before the bandits could wake up. I didn't need to tell them that twice. All ran out and didn't look behind once. If some of them were about to trample their former captors in their sleep, I couldn't blame them. 

I could give myself a pat on the shoulder for a good job, and fly home. Or should I try to place some curses on the bandits, while they were still unconscious? I couldn’t exactly arrest them, I was just one person, and what they were doing was hardly even illegal in this part of the world. But a good curse or two would make their life miserable for a good while, and force them to seek some very expensive help with their removal.

I was just about to start when something brought my attention. Deep inside the cave, there were rows of shelves, and boxes, likely with gear and supplies, for the long hunting trips. 

I spotted a big glass jar, lying overturned on the ground. From afar I thought it was just an emptied container for alcohol. The fading daylight was not enough to let me see clearly, but I felt there was some object inside. I wordlessly ordered the crystal at the end of the broom to lit up with starlight stored inside. The gentle glow revealed a tiny figure curled up inside the jar.

I crouched down to have a better look and gasped. It was a fairy. A real fairy like in the old children tales. It had to be.

The figure was yellow, with something like orange flower petals growing out of the tiny head. They were dressed in fabulously colorful clothes. On their back… there was a set of butterfly-shaped translucent wings. The wings were sparkling in the light, and flowed like silk, but they had to be able to spread and fly once.

Could I be mistaken? Fairies were extremely rare, and nearly impossible to spot. They were supposed to live deep in the woods and never ever show up to adults. They were supposed to only be seen by nice kids who’d listen to their parents, respected nature and did their chores in time. Naturally, many people doubted their existence after getting older.

My mentor told me about them too, when I was still very young. She said they are beings of great magic. They were supposed to be invisible to most, and have a natural bond to all living things, and energies of the universe were flowing through them freely. 

“Nature's tiniest miracles“ she said with her eyes so dreamy. It was so unlike her to act this sentimental, that the memory remained clear. She had traveled everywhere, saw everything and had a very cynical view of the world. She also swore she saw a fairy once in the distance as a girl, and tried to find it ever since. But apparently they were once in a lifetime sightings.

Now one was right before me, closed in a jar. A jar that likely was once used for storing cheap booze. Somebody made an effort to jab carelessly a few times at a metal cab, to create holes for air. Did the bandits even know what they had trapped?? Could somebody really be this stupid?!

Even though I never saw a fairy, I could say this one didn’t look healthy. Their petals were withered, their skin sickly pale, and they were sitting curled up with their face hidden in their knees.

I put my hand on the glass. When I did that, the fairy finally looked up. Their face was round like a child's, sunny yellow with a bouquet of freckles. Their big round eyes went wide with fear, one sky blue, one gold like a sunset. They also started to shiver.

“Don’t worry,” I said, taking away my hand, and putting a reassuring smile, a little forced but still genuine. “I’m here to help.” 

They opened their mouth and said something. Their lips were moving but very little sound was getting through the glass. I pointed at my ears and then at the jar cab.

“I can't hear you. I will open this now. Don’t panic, alright?”

Once I took off the top, the yellow fairy crawled out. They laid down on the ground, panting erratically and shaking. That scared me. Were the holes in the cab not giving them enough air? Or was it the reaction to shock? Fairies were always described as fragile and sensitive creatures. I swallowed hard.

“I am not going to hurt you, I promise.” I said in a soft voice. “I’m a friend.”

The creature peaked at me.

“I know you are scared but would you let me-?”

“Moon,” they said. I blinked in surprise.

“What about it?” The fairy shook their head and pointed. 

“Moon,” they repeated urgently. 

I moved my light up and realized the wall behind the shelves was not a cave’s wall but a gray curtain. The fairy was pointing at it.

“Alright. I will look there. Please, try to take deep breaths.”

The cavern went further than I realized. Behind the curtain was another part of storage I would otherwise miss. More supplies, barrows, boxes, some very small cages, like for birds and rodents.

“What am I looking f-?” I began to ask and stopped myself because I saw. On the higher shelf standing another jar. It looked empty from down there, but I sat on my broom and levitated myself up. I picked it off carefully and held it in both hands. Inside- 

I was wiser than to falter and fall off the broom but only barely. Another fairy??

This one was blue, with clothes in a star pattern. They didn’t have petals, but there was a hat on their head. A soft-looking nightcap, trimmed with white down. Half of their face was light, almost white part in the shape of the crescent, the rest was deep blue. The constellation of freckles sprinkled across their nose and cheeks correspond to those on the yellow fairy’s face. The fairy had deep dark circles around their eyes. That had to be “Moon”.

But something was wrong. The little figure was lying on the bottom of the jar, and didn't react when I moved their jar. I felt the cold panic rising. I lowered to the ground, and hurried out. The yellow fairy was waiting where I left them. They brightened, like a sunrise when I stormed back out.

“Brother?” they asked, looking at the jar. When I came closer the relief on their face fastly shifted into horror.

I put the jar gently on the ground. Did those fuckers forgot to make holes in this one entirely?! 

No, the holes were there although less of them. I opened it with shaky hands, reached in and carefully pulled the fairy out. He was just the size to fit on my opened palm. 

I turned him to his back and lowered him so the yellow fairy could have access as well. They immediately crawled on my palm, forgetting about their fear of me, and kneeled by their brother’s side.

I craned down and held my breath. Was I too late? Please, spirits, don’t let me be late.

I wasn’t.

We could both see movements of the tiny chest. Slow, shallow breaths.

“He is alive!” cried the yellow fairy. I let out a sigh. Thank you spirits!

The fairy took their brother in their arms and hugged him.

“But he is so weak!” They weren't wrong. It could be just fear that I felt, but the blue fairy looked like he was about to die at any moment.

“How long has he been unconscious?” I asked.

“He was still awake when I saw him last time. The jar fell off the shelf, I rolled off, and lost sight of him. The floor was uneven, it got stuck on something and I couldn’t… couldn't…” they looked like they were about to cry.

“When was it?”

“Yesterday… morning?”

“I will use some healing magic on him. It should help some, regardless of what is wrong.”

“Magic?” They looked at me in fear. “Are you a mage?”

“No. I am not.” I rubbed my fingers together, mentally preparing for the task.

“Let me access him, allright? And be still for a moment. This requires concentration and balance.”

I put two on the blue faerie’s chest. His sibling didn’t try to stop me. I breathed deeply and focused on the life energy inside me. I told it to flow down my arm through my fingers, and connect to the magic of the blue fairy. My fingertips started to glow. Moon tensed under my touch.

“What’s happening?” gasped the yellow fairy.

“He fights me,” I said. “Even though he is unconscious.”

He was no doubt a creature born to magic, as he was able to sense my intervention and tried to push me away. I bit my lip trying to stay calm. I didn’t want to force my way through the fairy's natural defenses. It would cause him distress and exhaust him further but I was starting to feel tired myself.

“Please, don’t fight me, please, don’t fight me,” I mumbled, pressing my energy gently against his. For a moment I thought it would be all for nothing. But then a small yellow hand lay down on mine. It felt good.

Maybe it was his sibling's familiar aura that made Moon lower his guard, or maybe it was me regaining some sort of peace for a moment, but I could feel the resistance fading and my magic was able to flow. The fairy relaxed under my touch.

When I finished, Moon was breathing easier. His face gained some more color, and dark circles around his eyes faded slightly. 

The yellow fairy hugged their brother tighter.

“Th- thank you. But… Are you really not a mage? I thought they are the only humans that can use magic?”

“I’m a witch. Do you see a hat?” I pointed at my head. “Haven't you ever heard about us?”

They shook their head.

“Well, I guess there are not too many witches around really.” I signed. 

“I’m… My name is Sun.”

“And he is Moon?”

“Yes. We are twin brothers.”

“Nice to meet you Sun, I’m-” I turned my head as I heard some groaning outside. The bandits were waking up. I couldn’t exactly fight all six of them.

“... going to introduce myself later. We need to go.”

“Go?”

“I need to take you out of here, quick.” I began to empty one of my bigger pockets. Witch’s clothes have many of them as a principle.

“We will go to my hutt. It’s a safe place. You two will be able to rest and recover.”

“I don’t know. I think Moon would-”

“Okay, done. You should both be able to fit in here.” I carefully picked Sun and plucked him into the pocket. Then I passed him the blue fairy. “Here. Hold him, when we’ll fly, watch if he lays in a good position.”

“A-alright.” Only Sun’s head was poking out of the pocket. Moon layed secured in his arms. “Wait, fly? You can fly too?!”

I sat on my broomstick. The celestial magic from the crystal flew through the wood. My clothes fluttered in the nonexistent wind, as we raised into the air. Sun gasped loudly and I couldn’t help but smile. Who does not like to show off sometimes?

I squeezed the stick tighter and we leaped forward. “Wooaaahh!” shouted Sun.

We flew out just in time to see the poachers that were waking up and scrambling on their feet. The broom flinched and wobbled as I was trying not to crash with them. 

I grit my teeth and jerked the end of the broom upward, pointing it at the sky, accelerating. Some of the more awakened bandits started to shout at us and look around for their crossbows. But before they could begin to shoot, and we flew out of the sinkhole. 

We weren’t ascending fast enough and pierced into the tree line. Now both me and Sun were screaming. 

Somehow I avoided hitting any bigger branches. We soon bursted out above the treetops, like a fish jumping above the green waters. 

I was finally able to flatten out and calm down. 

The wind was hitting my face. The last shines of sunset dyed the clouds in pinks and oranges. 

“You alright down there?” I asked, looking down.

“Yes, yes. We are okay.” breathed Sun. “That was so fast!” Fortunately he seemed more excited than scared.

“You guys don’t usually fly this fast, huh?” I grinned. 

“No. Usually not,” he gave me a warm smile in return. He was still looking tired and sick, but maybe soon I would be able to fix that. I set a course for home.

[sillysnaildraws]

And on another note, please ramble about my favorite character Romeo and any headcanons you have about him

The silly Bri'ish man? Well, better strap in, imma ramble your ear- no, that doesn't make sense... imma ramble your eyes out??

Whatever, god. Where do I start?

TW for an abusive family near the end. if that makes you uncomfortable, don't read it because I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. I will put a "keep reading" tab to make it easier to avoid.

I do see Romeo as a little skinnier than Xara and Fred, purely for the sake that he definitely relies on his powers a little too much. I mean, we see that in the game, he rarely isn't flying around and using teleportation. So with that, not only would I imagine he is thinner but also most definitely has very soft hands, and hands that are quite small compared to his partners, Xara and Fred. Though he kinda looks like a twink when I draw him with his cunty little poses and clothes, which was NOT intended. Sorry, Romeo..

I definitely think he hates feeling small. He isn't short in my head, compared to most characters, he is an average height, taller than most. But when it comes to taller characters like Axel, Aiden, Mevia, Xara or Fred, he looks small and he hates it. Especially compared to Xara and Fred because he only comes up to their shoulders. It's why I imagine he flies all the time, so he can be higher above people and feel big. Though there is a "good" small, as I would describe it, which is specifically when he is cuddled up against Fred and Xara. Feeling small in a more protected and loved way rather than a weak and vulnerable way.

I do imagine he is a bit insecure, which is related to his shit family, and will get defensive and snappy when someone points it out. He would probably struggle with saying "sorry" too, especially with the ego he has to almost protect himself. Romeo has this strange thing where he wants people around but also tends to push them away at the same time, which only further affects his mental state.

Like, you can't tell me Romeo is perfectly mentally well, he is quite unpredictable and definitely has mood swings all the time. Kinda like a cat but worse, he might be grumpy and not want to be touched but all of a sudden, he's draped over Fred and Xara, demanding cuddles. Though I imagine he can be a bit of a tease too, finding fun in playing little games.

After losing his powers, he definitely lost his confidence too. After all, he felt that his powers were all he had and was all that was important about him, which creates the little wet pathetic mess he becomes. But he doesn't stay like that, after a lot of time and healing, I'd imagine that confident, very close to arrogant personality of his would come back but not so... horrible? Is that the right word? I'd imagine Xara wouldn't mind putting him in his place though if he tried anything stupid. In my mind, I have an Admin oc called Amy who helps revive Fred, so the three are back together and healing with each other.

But like I said, even after they rebuild their relationship with each other or how much they love each other, she wouldn't hesitate to suplex him if he acted up. Then again, she would have done that before!

Gotta love him, even though he definitely does have tantrums. But for some reason, it works so well with a power hungry Admin who definitely has a problem with being too controlling. Which I created a whole backstory to explain why he feels the need to be in control. I'll get into that now.

I wrote about this in an AO3 fic but not in lots of detail. I see him as someone who was born into a family with brown hair and green eyes, so his unusual red hair and blue eyes are quite strange. But his family, instead of being normal and just going "Oh, cool. You have bright hair and eyes" they are dicks instead, using his differences to call him a disappointment or a freak. Though his family aren't the best, if it wasn't apparent. The parents are quite controlling, which is where I derive his need to be in control from. Trauma, put simply.

And, unfortunately, most of his relatives let themselves be basically molded into carbon copies of his parents and are quite horrible towards him, going as far as forcing his head under water before laughing at him when they let go. Though a young Alex and Steve protects him a few times when they saw it. His parents tried forcing him to dye his hair and wear contacts, which at first he refuses but eventually, once broken down, yields.

Upon seeing this, Alex and Steve are worried and Alex, being the hothead she is, goes to shout at the parents though Steve manages to calm her and instead get him away from the family, offering him a place to stay with them. A least a year goes by, and he'll be around sixteen and his red hair has grown out again. His parents find the place and the confrontation leads to him running away and meeting Fred and Xara.

[btsgotjams27]

this is us ~ jjk | 10

jungkook finally admits what’s been on his mind.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 11 ~ the call

chapter ten ~ a blast from the past: part three | wc: 10.3k warnings: mentions of dick pics, language, reader catches up with an old flame, Alex is a menace again, reader slaps Alex, angst, angst, hard conversations, tears, tears and more tears

The following day, you received a random text while checking your phone. Staring at it for a while, debating on what to reply.

Jungkook was still in the shower, singing beautifully at the top of his lungs. You immensely missed his singing voice.

Imma leave the door open (imma leave the door open)

Imma leave the door open girl (imma leave the door open, hoping)

That you feel the way I feel

And you want me like I want you tonight, baby

You giggled at his passion. You imagined him with bubbles in his hair, holding onto the shampoo bottle, like he was putting on a private show for himself.

La-la-la, la-la-la-la (I need you, baby).

He continued humming the rest of the song before shutting off the water, which snapped you back to reality, remembering to respond to the text you received.

When he walked into the bedroom, he was still indistinctly singing away, flashing a smile when he saw you sitting with crazy bedhead hair.

God, he looked so good after a shower. It was something you'd never be over.

"Morning..." you said coyly, trying not to sound weird about what you would tell him, but he could tell something was up.

"Hi..." Jungkook remarked with a cocked eyebrow, sliding open the closet door and grabbing a navy blue crewneck sweater.

"So...my ex-boyfriend texted me," you said sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

"U-jin?!" his eyes widened, the towel on his waist nearly slipping from his hand. "That jerk?! I'll beat his ass."

You waved your hand, indicating a hell no. "No, not him. Gross. The one before him."

"Baby...how many boyfriends did you have before me?" he joked.

Honestly, he didn't care. You could have had a string of guys, but he wanted to be your last - hopefully.

"Stop--I didn't have that many...Kenji is an ex from college."

You never needed to explain your past to Jungkook, nor did he bother to ask. You'd tell him if he was curious. You were an open book with nothing to hide - well, about men, at least.

"...what about him?" he asked, not caring now that he knew it wasn't U-jin. Then he went back to picking out his outfit for work.

"He said he wanted to catch up."

It was so out of the blue that even you were intrigued by his text. And you were clearly in love with Jungkook, so you didn't see any reason why it would be wrong to see him after all these years.

"Oh, okay," he shrugged. "Go for it."

Your eyebrow quirked up. "You're fine with it?" You thought there would be a bit more pushback from him. You were sad that there wasn't even an ounce of curiosity or jealousy about Kenji.

He smiled. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're not jealous or anything?"

He chuckled, setting his sweater down on the bed and making his way over to you. "Do you want me to be jealous?"

Jungkook was jealous, alright. An ex wanting to "catch up"? But he was hardly able to say anything to you about exes.

You smiled abashedly. "No...I'm glad you trust me."

Jungkook tucked his towel to secure it. Then he cupped your face. "I love you," placing a kiss on your lips, "I trust you. I know I have nothing to worry about."

It's him that you need to worry about.

"I love you too."

"...so, what does he look like?"

You laughed. You knew something was up with Jungkook, that he wouldn't just let you slide that easy.

You started to ramble, "Oh my god, he's the best sex I ever had, he had the biggest dick I've ever seen, and he made me come ten times in one night---"

"Yah--yah! Now, I know you're lying! Ten times in one night? What is he, a psycho?!" Jungkook cried.

Scrolling through your phone, you pretend to look for non-existent photos. "Here, I'll show you dick pics. It's fucking huge," you teased again just to see his reaction.

Jungkook sat down, trying to steal your phone, but you held it out of reach. "Yah! Yah! The only dick pics you need are mine."

Jungkook insisted on driving you to your meeting with Kenji, probably to try and get a glimpse of him or something, but you didn't mind.

"So, what's he like?" Jungkook asked meekly, eyes on the road in front of him.

"Who? Kenji?"

He hummed.

"In college, he was such a babe. He was also sweet and caring but always haunted by his past. He didn't have the best home life, you know?" you paused, "And so, we kind of bonded over that."

"Why did you guys break up?"

"He cheated on me with an actress he was working with," you shrugged. It happened so long ago that you didn't care much because you were different back then. "Guess I wasn't the muse he was looking for," you chuckled lightly.

Jungkook mouthed an oh. Fuck, he thought. This Kenji guy cheated on you too?

You leaned over, kissing Jungkook, opening the car door as he dropped you off in front of the breakfast spot. He rolled down his window, calling out to you, "Baby."

"Yes, boyfriend?"

"Can we talk later?"

Your expression softened, "Of course." You wondered when he would be ready to say what was on his mind. You mumbled, 'I love you,' before turning around.

"Baby," Jungkook called out again. You turned back, eyebrows quirked, humming in response. "Behave," he teased.

You chuckled, shaking your head, holding out your pinky, linking it to his. "Promise."

It's been ten years since you last saw your ex-boyfriend, Kenji. You'd consider him your first love. He was a few years older than you and working towards becoming a writer/director, so the two of you had much in common.

He was charming, gorgeous, and overall a beautiful human, but he was a tormented soul, and it came out in his writing and films. He was the definition of a bad boy with the worst habits, though you wouldn't think so when you first set your eyes on him. A bit surprising now to look back and see you with this type of guy, and no one would peg you falling for someone like him.

When you got to the restaurant, you recognized him instantly, and it looked like he had already started the party without you.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to the table. "Having fun already?"

The table was filled with a few bottles of wine and champagne glasses; it was only nine in the morning. He reeked of cigarettes, which you always hated, but he still looked so good after all these years.

 When he found your eyes, a tiny flicker of butterflies suddenly found its way into your stomach, and it seemed like you had stepped back in time to the 23-year-old you.

He stood up and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. "Ugh, I've missed you so much." He held your hands, pulling away to get a better look, shifting his gaze to you, raking from head to toe. "Mm..."

You hit him on the arm, urging him to stop his thoughts of trying to get back together. "Kenji--I have a boyfriend. Behave yourself." You needed to clarify if he had other things on his mind.

Kenji groaned. "What a lucky man, then. I'm so jealous of whoever he is." He smirked, gesturing for you to sit in the seat across from him. "You look so good, baby."

You rolled your eyes again. "What did I just say? Hmm?" you said, placing your purse next to you.

He threw up his hands. "Okay, okay, okay. I'll stop."

You shook your head, smiling to yourself. He was always like this - flirty, suave, cheeky. One of the many ways he swept you off of your feet.

After a few glasses of wine in the early morning and chit-chatting about life, you wanted to understand why he contacted you. He kept rambling on and on about an actress that he was working with, but you interrupted.

"Kenji, why did you ask me to come here today? I know you, and you always have something up your sleeve."

"I can't get anything past you, huh?"

You shook your head. "Well, go on..."

Kenji cleared his throat. "Someone passed your script along to me and asked if I wanted to be a part of the project."

Oh. You definitely were not expecting to hear that from him. "And you're here to ask for my permission?"

He nodded. "I know when we parted ways, we promised not to be involved in each other's lives even if they happen to cross, but I love your script, and it would be an honor to work with you."

You were taken aback by his compliment. You knew it took a lot for Kenji to compliment anyone's work, especially yours.

"What do you say, baby?"

You glared at the pet name. "How long do I have to think about it?"

"A week. If you don't say yes to me, then they're considering Choi Won-shik. I think he showed interest too."

You cringed at the name because he was the worst director to work with possibly. You'd heard horror stories from other writers and actors. At this point, Kenji was the better option.

"Well, you have my number, and I hope you say yes."

While breakfast was over, you stood outside the restaurant with Kenji, the both of you waiting for your taxis.

Your eyes flickered to his. "Why?"

Kenji laughed. "Why what? Why did I pick your script?"

You hummed.

"Because you're brilliant, I was drawn to the characters. They're so flawed, tragic, passionate, and so in love, it makes me sick."

You scoffed. "You're making fun of me, huh? Because you hate all that stuff."

He shook his head, holding out his left hand, showing off his wedding ring.

"You got married."

Huh? You wouldn't have pegged him to be the kind of guy to settle down.

"I'm off the market. Got two kids too."

"I'm happy for you, Kenji. You deserve it."

"Thanks, baby--" you glared at him again, "Sorry, habit. And what about you and your boyfriend? Gonna tie the knot any time soon?"

"Me and Jungkook?"

Obviously, the two of you had been together long enough that the thought crept up and lingered on your mind way too often, but who knows what the future holds?

"Mm, I don't know, maybe one day."

Kenji's expression softened. "You deserve to be happy too. I'm serious bab--sorry, " he cleared his throat, hoping his accidental pet names wouldn't hinder your decision, "Please think about it. You know we'd be unstoppable together."

Jungkook wanted to avoid work like the plague, but there was no way out, not when the new game was in its beginning stages of production.

He closed his office door, fearing Alex could walk in at any moment and start her shenanigans again. He couldn't have a repeat of the night at karaoke. Jungkook was already beating himself up every second that he was awake. He couldn't bear the thought of facing you, but he knew he'd have to eventually. It was eating him up, keeping this secret from you, but he could already see the outcome of it.

And as Jungkook expected, he peered up from his screen to find Alex standing outside his office, quietly knocking, waiting to see if he'd be willing to see her. He quickly averted his eyes back to his screen, but as Alex does what she does best, she comes in anyway.

He sighed. "Why are you here?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair.

Alex timidly walked in his direction. "Can I sit? In the chair, of course."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, remembering how she sat in his lap the other day. "You're just going to sit wherever you want anyway."

She decided to stop playing games with him and sat in the chair facing his desk. "I'm sure you already heard about the lead game developer position at the new headquarters in LA."

He shrugged. "Yeah, so. What about it?"

"I'm here to convince you to take it."

Jungkook scoffed. "And why would I do that?"

Alex leaned forward. "Because...you're the best person for the job, Kook."

He went back to clicking around on his computer screen, even though he had already answered all his emails and tasks for the morning. There was no way in hell he'd leave, especially if Alex had anything to do with it. He didn't want anything to do with her after the stunt she pulled.

Alex stood up from the chair. She kept her distance because she knew he was probably still worked up from the other night. And she was right, hence him rolling back a bit in his office chair.

"Jungkook...I'm sorry about what happened at karaoke. I...don't know what came over me. You were uncomfortable, and I should have stopped."

He glared at her. Should he believe her apology? When has she ever done anything without it benefitting her?

"It's just that I hadn't seen you in so long, and I missed you, and everything we had while in college came flooding back...and then when Jin told me you were going to bring your girlfriend, I'll admit. I was jealous because she was getting the new and improved Jungkook."

He scoffed and shook his head at her sad attempt to justify her actions. She could have handled it like a grown adult instead of a childish ex-girlfriend or whatever she was. "So you knew I had a girlfriend? And you still did what you did?"

"I'm not perfect, Jungkook. You know that by now."

Still, it was no excuse, he thought. But he also wasn't in the clear either. He still touched her, kissed her, and thought about her too much these past few days.

"Don't pass up this opportunity because of me. You were given the 'Rising Star award for a reason Kook." She took a step back, giving him space to hopefully think about the job offer. She stood up and started to walk towards the door. While holding it open, she stopped and glanced back at him. "Promise me you'll think about it, okay?"

He didn't respond, quickly peering up and then back at his computer screen.

After she was gone, Jungkook exhaled a big breath, one he didn't know he was holding in.

Leave for a job in LA? No way, he thought. His life was in Seoul with you, his sister, and an upcoming niece or nephew. Those were the things he was looking forward to. But as the inevitable conversation that needed to happen was coming up, the things Jungkook was looking forward to were becoming desolate.

Catching up with Kenji was fun. It was nice to see a familiar face. But throughout the day, you couldn't stop thinking about his offer. Kenji is an obvious genius but would you be able to work professionally with your ex? People did it all the time, as you saw happen plenty of times while working in the entertainment industry. His offer was irresistible, considering the alternative director who wanted your project.

"Hey, can we talk?" Jungkook blurted as soon as you walked through the door. He was pacing back and forth, impatiently waiting for you. He had left work early because he needed to come home and prep himself for the most significant conversation the two of you would have.

"Hi. Hello, it's nice to see you too," you teased before setting your bag down and taking off your shoes. You didn't expect him to want to talk to you right as soon as you walked in the door.

Jungkook walked over, pressing a kiss on your lips before apologizing for being so abrupt just a moment ago. But he couldn't wait any longer, and keeping this secret from you was eating him up.

"What's up? Are you breaking up with me or something because I met up with my ex?" you asked teasingly.

Jungkook let out a half-hearted chuckle, knowing after what he was about to tell you that you might never want to talk to him again or, worse, break up with him.

"No, no...that's not it." He took your hand, pulling you over to the couch, and his appearance became somber, which twisted your expression.

"What's wrong? You're scaring me." Your eyes looked at his, searching for an answer, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking. It's been like that these past few days.

He shook his head, shifting his position on the couch to make himself more comfortable. His lips began quivering as he tried to get the words to tell you what's been going on with him. He kept shifting towards you, then away from you, repeating a few times. Jungkook brought your hand and set it on top of his, gently caressing it, letting him know it was okay - that whatever he needed to say would all be okay.

Jungkook inhaled a few deep breaths, closing his eyes and trying his best to ready himself for this conversation. He loudly cleared his throat, mustering the courage to spit it out finally. "You remember when I went out to karaoke with Jin-hyung and invited you, but you couldn't make it?"

"Yeah," you said with a smile, "...what about it? Did you do something you regret? Like pick the wrong song?" you joked with him.

"Baby...I'm being serious here."

"Ah--okay, sorry," you held your hands up, telling him you'll stop, "Go on. I'm all ears."

"Well...we took a colleague out to karaoke because they've never been to Seoul and wanted to show them a good time."

"Right..."

"And the colleague just happens to be my ex-girlfriend from college."

You tilted your head, briefly remembering the name in the text - Alex. You supposed that name could be unisex. You automatically assumed it was a guy, but it was a girl who happened to be Jungkook's ex-girlfriend. You didn't say anything and just mouthed an 'oh.'

You should have gone to karaoke.

"She suddenly showed up at my workplace out of nowhere, and I didn't even know she worked for our company, and you know...Jin-hyung being Jin-hyung, he invited her out to karaoke, again wanting to show her a good time in Seoul, and that's why I asked if you wanted to go out. Then you texted back saying you couldn't make it, and then---" he speedily said all this before stopping.

"And then what?" you asked as your eyebrows drew together in confusion.

Jungkook lowered his head. He didn't want to say the next part, but he knew he had to.

"And then what, Jungkook?" you asked again with a firmer tone.

He couldn't even look you in the eye, so you felt whatever he had to say wasn't good. Jungkook licked his lips, bringing his hand to cover his mouth, before groaning. He was in pure agony over the following few words he'd have to spit out.

But you almost didn't want to hear what Jungkook had to say because you didn't want your illusion of him being the perfect boyfriend to be destroyed.

So you did it for him. "Did you kiss her?" It was the only logical thing you could think of to make Jungkook so scared of sharing his feelings these past few days, and it would explain his behavior.

Fuck. It hurt even to ask that question, and this was like Kenji and U-jin all over again.

The silence in the air was deafening.

"She--she cornered me, and I don't know what happened, but I just kind of froze," he paused for a beat, "and then I touched her."

You felt like the silence in the room was mocking you, laughing in your face. It was as if there wasn't enough shit being piled on top of your life. The world said, "hey, you can handle one more shitty thing, can't you?" You didn't know if you were dreaming or if this was all a prank that life was pulling on you.

She cornered him? Is Jungkook putting the blame on her right now?

You looked around the room, then back at Jungkook and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. He touched her? Where? You didn't even wanna go there, but your mind already did.

And he just froze? How does someone freeze up in a moment like that? Jungkook must be twice her size, and something wasn't connecting.

"Say something," Jungkook muttered quietly while trying to gauge your reaction.

Honestly, you were shocked, trying to wrap your mind around what he had just told you. "Tell me again. Tell me what happened again."

Jungkook frowned. He didn't want to and didn't want to recount the shitty thing he didn't stop from happening. The guilt had been eating away at him for days, so much so that he could barely keep any food down. This was the last thing he ever wanted to happen.

He chewed on his bottom lip before recounting what happened between him and Alex. Even though he repeated the story more clearly and concisely. The only thing you felt was a deep ache in your heart.

This is what you were afraid of - history repeating itself.

He stared at you, studying your face, wondering when you let go of his hand and if he should retake it, but he decided against it. "Baby..."

You grunted at him, not returning his gaze, instead staring at a dust bunny that collected underneath your coffee table. You couldn't dare look at him now for fear of bursting into tears.

He reached up, cupping your cheek, gently caressing it, making you turn to him. Jungkook saw your lips trembling, tears threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes. You were biting the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from making an agonizing cry.

Of all people, you never thought Jungkook would ever be the one to hurt you. You'd thought it would be the other way around, and there was still time for that.

Neither of you was perfect, and it may be time to stop putting Jungkook on a pedestal. Just because he treated you better than your previous boyfriends doesn't mean you wouldn't disappoint each other at one point.

"What's going on? What's on your mind? Please talk to me."

Jungkook was desperate. Desperate to hear anything from you at this point. Even if it would hurt to hear that you hated him, he'd rather hear that than say that you didn't want to be with him.

"Kenji. U-jin. Jungkook. You know what they all have in common?"

He looked at you with remorse in his eyes. It stung Jungkook to hear you mention your exes' names in the same sentence as his. He didn't want to be compared to them, and he knew he was better than them, or so he thought. He shook his head no, clenching his jaw, unsure of what you'd say, though he had an inkling feeling.

"You're all the same," you confessed. You knew it was unfair to compare Jungkook to Kenji and U-jin. It was hard not to when you kept choosing men who continued to crave attention from other people who were not you.

Jungkook shook his head. "No, no. I'm not like your exes."

You scoffed. "Either you're all the same, or there's something wrong with me. Take your pick," your eyes began to glisten, your voice going up an octave. "Why else would the three guys I've been with all cheat on me?... That's it, isn't it? It's me. What else could it possibly be?" you repeatedly nodded, starting to believe it was you after all.

It hit him like a ton of bricks, but he figured you were implying that he cheated on you. The line was blurry to him, a gray area, and he didn't consider it cheating. But he now understood your definition of it.

"But I didn't---"

"Didn't what, Jungkook? Feel her up?" You jerked away from his embrace, leaving space in between.

"She made me---"

Your eyes widened. "Alex didn't make you do anything you didn't want to," voice raised just a smidge. You couldn't believe him, shifting the blame back on her.

He could've stopped her, but he didn't. He let it happen, and he'll never forgive himself for it.

"I'm sorry-"

"Is--is that why you fucked me like a madman the other night?"

Your mind wandered back, your heart pounding at the thought of Jungkook touching someone else just before fucking you.

His silence spoke volumes. He didn't need to say anymore to prove that you were right.

"I gotta go, Kook. I can't be in the same room as you right now," you said. Your lungs were filled to their capacity, and the breaths in your throat caught as you took small gasps of air, trying your best to suck up any signs of crying.

Rushing to the door, slipping on your shoes and coat, you grabbed your keys when Jungkook called out to you and tried to stop you from leaving, but you argued for him to let you go or else you'd scream.

After slamming the door closed, Jungkook cried, falling to the floor and punching the ground before him. He debated if he should run after you and try to talk to you, but maybe the two of you needed space to calm down and think clearly because, right now, all emotions were clouding both of your judgments.

You sat outside of Yuna's for thirty minutes, silently sobbing into the crook of your arm. You could hear a few passersby whispering, but their opinions of you didn't matter - nothing did at the moment. It felt like nothing could mend the heartache you felt.

Feeling desolate and hopeless about everything happening in your life, your first instinct was to hide - to run away, but you knew that wouldn't solve anything. Instead, you went to the one person who was like home to you.

Staring at the name on the screen, you finally mustered up the courage to press the dial button.

"Yuna." You heard a soft groan from the other end of the call. "Sorry, babe, did I wake you?"

"Mm, I'm up. What's going on?"

"Can I come up? I'm outside of your place."

Yuna began shuffling from under the covers. "Everything okay?"

"I'll tell you when I get there."

Quietly, you knocked on her door, and when she opened it, she found you with mascara running, a reddened nose with sniffles, and the saddest smile she's ever seen on you.

She gasped, holding her arms for you, pulling you into an embrace, cradling you as a mother would. Her baby bump was beginning to show, so you made sure to be gentle when hugging her.

The two of you sat on her couch. You lay in her lap near her belly, arms wrapped around her as she gently caressed your hair. She didn't ask you anything. She just sat there, ready when you were.

You stared blankly through her window, watching the city lights twinkle away like nothing was wrong, but that was hardly the case for you. Everything was wrong.

Finally, you sat up, leaning back against the leather couch and turning to Yuna. "Make me a promise."

She nodded. "Yeah, of course, anything."

You sighed. "Promise me you won't kill your brother."

Her eyes widened, giving you a 'what did he do this time' look. She straightened, clearing her throat. She'd wait for you to explain before she went on full blast.

"Why would I kill my brother? I mean, I can name a million reasons, but please don't tell me he did something stupid."

You hesitated to tell her, switching between licking your lips and biting the inside of your cheek, a nervous habit you came to have. She stared blankly, waiting for you to continue.

There could only be one of two reactions: Yuna would calmly and rationally think about what you just told her, or she would go ballistic and throw something. Your money was on the latter.

"Jungkook kissed his ex-girlfriend," you could already see Yuna getting worked up, her chest heaving, smoke fuming from her ears, but you stopped her because you weren't done. "And, he also felt her up."

"That little motherfucker! I'm going to kill him!"

"You just said you wouldn't kill him."

"Well, I lied!" Yuna proceeded to get up, but with a baby growing in her belly, it was taking a toll on her physically. She used the armrest to push herself off, rushing to her room. "Joonie!" she cried out for Namjoon.

You stood, peering in the direction of her room. "Yu--Yuna! What are you doing?"

"Joonie! Wake up!" she cried out again, holding a sweater, reappearing from her bedroom. "Namjoon is going to hold Jungkook down while I kick my brother in the balls!" she said. "And he can't do anything to me because I'm pregnant."

Namjoon woke up, hair all disheveled, rubbing his eyes, completely confused by all the commotion. "What's going on?"

"We're going to go kill my brother," Yuna deadpanned.

You'd never seen your best friend this serious before.

Namjoon hadn't realized you were also standing in the middle of their living room. He abashedly covered his chest with his hands, walking over to his wife. "What?" he asked, gritting through his teeth.

"Yuna, stop. Please. It's late, and you're pregnant. Namjoon, go back to bed. Your wife is being irrational."

"Explain to me how you're the rational one right now. And how you're not strangling my brother?"

"Trust me. No one wants to strangle him more than I do, but Yuna, come on, sit down."

Namjoon cleared his throat. "Well, uh, if you guys don't need me, then I'm going back to bed."

Yuna sat on the couch, grabbing a pillow and shrieking into it before looking at you. "I hate him. Wha--what possible excuse could he have given you for doing what he did?"

You shrugged. "You remember how you felt when you saw Danny after all those years?" Yuna nodded. "And all the emotions you had when you were with him? How everything just comes flooding back to you? And somehow you feel like you're the exact age when you were with them?"

Yuna hummed. "So? That's no excuse for kissing an ex or feeling them up. Are you trying to justify what he did?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm not. I'm just trying to put myself in his shoes. Because... because I also saw an ex today."

"I'm sorry, what?" Yuna's eyes bugged out. "You saw U-jin?"

"No...why does everyone think I'd see his sorry ass again. No, I saw Kenji."

"Kenji?! Like your first love Kenji? You didn't kiss him or grab his dick or anything, did you?"

"What? Yuna, no. We talked about work stuff. You know how he's a director, and he came across my script. He asked if I'd be willing to work with him."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him I'd think about it."

"Geez...first Jungkook's ex, and now yours? Who's next?" Yuna ran her hands through her hair, "I still want to kill him, by the way. He's lucky I'm pregnant."

The two of you let out a half-hearted laugh.

"So, what are you gonna do now?" Yuna asked. You shrugged, pulling her in for a hug. She laid against your chest, wrapping her arms around you.

That was the big question, wasn't it?

Honestly, you didn't know the answer. Your head and your heart was at war with one another. The obvious answer whenever someone cheats is to leave, for fear of it happening again, but Jungkook wasn't just anyone.

You hadn't verbalized it yet, not even to Jungkook  - to simply put it. He had unexpectedly become the love of your life. You didn't know if anyone could ever top him.

With Kenji and U-jin, it was a no-brainer to leave, except that wasn't the case with Jungkook. You were completely head over heels in love with this man. Even dreaming of a future with him, whatever it may look like.

"I'm not opposed to kicking him in the balls," you said, letting out a sad chuckle, tears threatening to fall again. "I love him, Yuna. I love him so much that my heart hurts. I've never felt this way about anyone, but why is it that this one hurts so much more than any other heartache I've had before? I need someone to physically rip my heart out because I don't want to feel this deep pain, this deep groaning inside my body. I want to scream and sob and punch a wall all at the same time," you said shakily, wiping away the tears falling from the corners of your eyes. "Because honestly, I don't know what to do. Please tell me what I should do."

Yuna looked up at you, shifting into a sitting position, holding you again, cradling your face against the crook of her neck, softly shushing you. "I don't know, but whatever you decide, just know I'll fully support you one hundred percent."

Before returning to your place, you asked Yuna if Jungkook was still at home or had returned to his apartment. You didn't know if you could face seeing Jungkook again without crying, and he said he wanted to stay at yours until you returned so the two of you could work things out. It would take more than just one conversation to get through this.

"Just stay here tonight, then. Knowing Kook, he'll wait up all night."

Yuna texted her brother, letting him know the plan in case he would wait until you come back.

And so, you did. You stayed at Yuna and Namjoon's, trying to figure out your emotions, what to say, and how the two of you could move on, if you could even do so. The thought of not having Jungkook in your life almost felt unbearable. Yuna and Jungkook are all you've known your whole life, and the possibility of Jungkook not being in it anymore was like not being able to breathe.

You knew the risks of getting involved with Jungkook, but now you were beginning to wonder if it was worth it. You had no one to blame but yourself. Maybe it would have been better if the two of you were just friends, but how could you ever be friends with Jungkook? Even if you decided to part ways, you would always be in each other's lives because of Yuna. It would be a matter of if you could handle being in his life without being a part of it.

Your stomach twisted and turned at the thought of seeing him with someone else who wasn't you, someone else making him happy, making him laugh and moan their name.

As much as you tried to sleep, your mind wouldn't let you. It only led you further down a rabbit hole too deep you couldn't dig yourself out of.

The following day, you figured you'd overstayed your welcome. You were beyond grateful for their hospitality, but it was time to face reality. Yuna was still asleep when you were ready to leave. You found Namjoon sitting at the dining table with a coffee mug and the newest book he indulged in.

"Hey Namjoon, thanks for letting me crash here last night."

He beamed a warm smile. "You're welcome anytime. You know that, right?"

You nodded. "Well, I should head out. Say bye to Yuna for me?"

Namjoon cleared his throat. "Wait," he said, his hand reaching out mid-air. Quickly, you turned back. "I know you and Jungkook are going through a rough time, and it's not my place to tell you what to do. And please don't think I'm trying to defend Jungkook's actions, but I've never seen the two of you so happy before, and I'm rooting for you guys."

A tremulous smile was on your face. "Thanks, Namjoon. I really appreciate you and Yuna. You both mean so much to me, and I don't know what I'd do without you."

His eyes nervously flit to his book and then back to you. "Let us know if you need anything. We're here for you."

You had hoped that Jungkook was at work when you returned to your apartment. You weren't ready to face him and the impending follow-up conversation the two of you needed to have.

Quietly unlocking your door, you peeked in to see if there were any signs of Jungkook. Your eyes peered around before fully entering.

"Hello? Jungkookie?" you announced, but there was no answer.

Walking towards your kitchen, there was a note on the counter.

Hey baby. Missed you last night. Gonna be stuck at work all day. See you tonight? Love you.

You loved his handwritten notes, he could easily text you, but you appreciate the time he'd take to write them out.

He had left the apartment spotless like he usually does. Dishes were washed and put away, and no clothes anywhere except hanging. Even the semi-sad plants were beginning to blossom.

Heading to the bathroom to check out the mess on your face, you wiped the black mascara that was evidence of your crying from last night. You figured a warm shower would help ease you into a good rhythm for the day, but all you could think about was Jungkook, which started another sob fest while underneath the warm water.

After another good cry, you wandered to your living room, figuring out what to do. The pause on pre-production for your show gave you too much time on your hands, and without work, you felt unproductive.

A sudden buzzing from the kitchen had you curious since your phone was on the coffee table in front of you. Searching for the buzzing noise, you realize Jungkook had forgotten his phone, and even though the pair of you weren't really on speaking terms at the moment, you figured he would need it. You called Jin to meet you in the lobby, but once you arrived, the receptionist told you to meet him upstairs.

You pushed the elevator button to the tenth floor with your guest pass. It would be nice to see Jungkook since it would only be for a minute or so, but then again, you weren't sure how to act around him. Would you kiss him? Hug him? Would it just be super awkward?

As the elevator's door opened, Jin was already awaiting your arrival. "Ah, well, look who it is. My favorite writer," he teased.

"Ha-ha. Very funny, Mr. Worldwide Handsome," you said, walking out of the elevator, pushing Jungkook's phone against his chest for him to take. "I'm just here to drop off Jungkook's phone, and then I'm leaving."

"Nuh-uh. Why am I doing your dirty work? You give it to him. He's your boyfriend, not mine," Jin said.

You wondered if Jin knew what was going on with you and Jungkook. The two of them were close and considering that Jin had seen him recently, maybe Jungkook spilled his guts to his hyung.

You grunted at Jin's comment.

"He's in a meeting right now," Jin looked at his watch, "but he'll be done in twenty minutes, give or take. Keep me company until then?" he asked.

Well, you didn't have anything better to do anyway. Even though you and Jungkook were in a weird fighting/arguing period, you missed him. It hurt to be away from him even though you were still upset.

Jin rambled on while you walked beside him. You nodded along, pretending to understand everything he was going on about. Someone whisked beside you, brushing past, waving someone down, shouting out a name that sent a shiver down your spine: Alex.

You tugged on Jin's sweater, forcing him to stop. "Is that Alex?" you whispered.

Jin froze in place, clearing his throat. "Yeah, that's her. Why?" He knew why or at least had an idea of what happened, but he felt this would be an interesting afternoon.

You didn't answer him. Instead, your eyes narrowed, a wave of anger filled inside you, smoke fuming from your bright red ears. You stomped your way over to this woman who was at least a foot shorter than you. Well, at least that's what it felt like. Your chest felt heavy, your head a little dizzy, but your eyes were locked on your target.

"Yah--where are you going--" Jin whispered-yelled, following closely behind you.

She was covering her mouth so innocently from laughing at a joke that an intern must have told. It made you scoff.

Innocent? Yeah right.

Kissing your boyfriend? Making him touch her?

Hardly fucking innocent.

You weren't sure what to say or do, but you needed to do something. Your mind racing with curses and threats, but you were never the confronting type.

When you reached Alex, you realized she wasn't much smaller than you, practically the same height and build. She was puzzled as you stood in front of her. She looked at you from head to toe, waiting for you to say something.

She asked, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. "Can I help you?"

"Stay the fuck away from my boyfriend," you hissed at her.

She chuckled. "Sweetheart, I don't even know who your boyfriend is."

Sweetheart? You wanted to fucking punch her in the face right then and there. You hated when someone younger called you pet names like a grandmother would their grandchildren.

"That's Jungkook's girlfriend..." Winnie, the intern, leaned over and whispered to her.

"You're Jungkook's girlfriend?" she asked smugly, giving you a once-over. "Aren't you, like, forty? Surprised Jungkook likes old ladies."

Her stupid comment warranted a punch to her face, right?

"I'll stay away, but maybe it's him you should be keeping on a leash."

You scoffed, and Alex had some nerve to think that Jungkook would do anything to hurt you again intentionally.

"He likes that, ya know," she chuckled and winked, then turned to Winnie to continue their conversation, pretending you didn't exist.

Jin tried grasping your arm, but you turned around, staring at him to back off. He threw his hands up, knowing he shouldn't stand in your way. Because once something or someone made you upset, there was no stopping you.

"How dare you make a move on him, knowing he had a girlfriend!" you exclaimed. You're unsure where this ounce of confidence came from, but it was too late to back off now.

She faced you again, another smug grin on her face. "Did Jungkook tell you how much he loved touching me? I could feel him getting so fucking hard for me. I was so wet because of those delicious fingers. I've missed them so much." She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes before opening them again, flashing a smirk.

Good god, she was a masochist. She was saying all these things just to get a rise out of you, and she was succeeding. You could feel the heat rising in your chest and onto your cheeks. You clenched your fist and bit your lip so hard it could bleed.

"You should be on your fucking knees, worshiping me," Alex cocked her eyebrow, leaning closer in your direction. "He didn't know how to do anything in the bedroom, but thanks to me, he fucks you so well because I taught him how to."

She began to inch even closer, staring directly into your eyes, with no intention of letting up. "God, I fucking miss him so much. How he tasted on my lips, how his fat cock filled me up to the brim...he'd let me do anything to him. I'd tease him for hours, and he'd still beg for more."

She continued taunting you, explicitly telling you graphic details you didn't want to hear. Her eyes fluttered shut at her own words. "Whenever I fuck someone now, I imagine it's him. When I touch myself, all I see is him." Her eyes opened to see tears beginning to well up in yours, your lips quivering, trying to swallow back your tears.

You couldn't believe that a stupid girl like her could make you feel insecure about yourself. She was shoving these images down your throat, and you couldn't find the words to stop her. A part of you now understood why Jungkook froze in her presence.

"Does he like to fuck your throat too? I get shivers just thinking about his fat cock hitting the back of my throat over and over again." She leaned in even more, so close you could feel her breath on you. "I bet you can't fuck him as well as I can."

She knew what she was doing, trying to rile you up, but you couldn't handle it anymore. She was wrong about all the filthy things she was saying about Jungkook. He was precious, gentle, and sweet, and there was no way he had learned all these things from her.

A crisp snap filled the air, along with gasps from several people. Alex's cheek unveiled a red mark. She turned back towards you with an arrogant smile plastered across her face. She soothed the red spot that now covered her ivory skin. You could tell she liked mocking you and saying all these nasty things about Jungkook.

"Should I keep going?" she smirked. "I can write a whole fucking novel about Jeon Jungkook."

"Keep Jungkook's name out of your fucking mouth, you stupid bitch."

She was practically eye to eye with you, egging you on, wanting to see how far you'd go for him. "I wonder how often he's thought about me when he's with you."

You were fuming at this point, your fists clenched and ready to sock her in the face. The stupid slap wasn't enough to shut her up at this point. Suddenly Jin pulled you away by the waist. You were screaming and yelling at him to put you down, and all you could see was a smug smile on Alex's face as he dragged you away.

He brought you into an empty hallway where no one could see you. You were essentially sobbing - making a complete fool of yourself at Jungkook's workplace after hearing all the things Alex said about him. You were a fool to think you were ready to face Jungkook and believe your emotions wouldn't cloud your judgment.

Jin pulled you in for a hug, softly shushing you and telling you everything would be okay. Jungkook walked out of his meeting at the end of the hallway, surprised at the sight of you and Jin. He was bug-eyed and mouthed, "What happened?" Jin waved at him to hurry on over.

When Jungkook arrived, he switched places with Jin. He whispered in Jungkook's ear, "Your current girlfriend just slapped the shit out of your ex-girlfriend." Jin mouthed, "Good luck" before disappearing around the corner, leaving the pair of you.

Jungkook groaned. "Fuck," he said softly. That's not what he wanted. He didn't want you involved with Alex, and he didn't want you anywhere near her.

He pulled you flush against his chest, kissing the top of your head. You were still sniffling, now feeling embarrassed and stupid for all the commotion you caused. What were his colleagues going to think of Jungkook? That he has a crazy ass girlfriend AND ex-girlfriend? Probably.

"I'm sorry," you muttered quietly into his chest, trying to hide your face from all the embarrassment.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I slapped your ex-girlfriend and caused a scene."

He chuckled. "That's hot. I wish I saw it."

You pulled away and scowled, then gently slapped his chest before burying your head back in its previous position. "Shut up," you said in a muffled voice.

"Damn...I can't get over the fact that you slapped her. She probably deserved it, and she must have pissed you off," he said softly, stroking your hair.

"She did deserve it. I would have punched her if Jin didn't pull me away," you said, still muffled against his chest.

"I'm glad you didn't punch her...then I'd be bailing you out of jail," he said. "Wait, that's kind of hot too."

Jungkook tried his best to improve this situation, but you knew there was no way to return from it. You'd prefer if the two of you could just disappear and live on a tropical island or something without exes, family, and responsibilities.

A few people passed by the two of you in the hallway, indistinctly whispering, probably gossiping about what happened between you and Alex.

"How could you be with someone like that? She's a horrible specimen of a human."

A look of guilt covered his face. "I was young and stupid."

"And horny," you added.

"Yes, that too." He gazed down at you, still sniffling, wiping away the snot that began to settle underneath your nose. "I'm sorry you had to deal with her, and I can talk to her if you want."

"No! I want her nowhere near you. Who knows what else she'll try."

He laughed. "Are you scared I'll cave in?"

You didn't answer. A part of you was scared Jungkook still liked her, and maybe he just didn't know until he saw her again. She was alluring and beautiful, and you could see why Jungkook would have been so smitten as a young 18-year-old boy. You were scared you weren't good enough for him, just like you weren't good enough for Kenji and U-jin.

He held your chin up with his finger, making you look at him. "Hmm?"

"Can we go somewhere more private?" you asked. You wanted to avoid all the stares and whispers from his colleagues.

He took your hand and led you toward his office. He closed the door and the blinds, ensuring no one would bother the two of you. He walked over and sat on the edge of the desk, legs crossed at the ankle, hands propped on his desk. His big twinkling doe eyes gazed at you, trying to figure out what was on your mind.

"Are you okay?"

You shrugged. Of course, you weren't okay. You just slapped the shit out of a girl, which is entirely out of character for you. You were ready to go to jail for this man. To be honest, you weren't sure what came over you. But everything that Alex was saying probably had some truth, whether you liked it or not. Jungkook had been with other women before you.

He held out his hand, but you didn't take it. A part of you hated being in this situation. You wished Alex never came here, and you wanted Jungkook to have never met her. You were hoping for many things, but no magical genie could make them come true.

"Am I enough for you?" you asked, lips quivering, tears forming behind your eyes. You couldn't look at him, and you couldn't dare to because you knew you'd instantly start bawling in the middle of his office. This dramatic scene with Alex was too much, and you weren't expecting to face her so suddenly.

When you asked the question, it felt like an arrow pierced his heart. Of course, you were enough for him, more than enough...no, you are everything to him. He didn't want anyone else. He wanted you. Jungkook felt like this was a reoccurring conversation between the two of you. How could you ever think you weren't enough for him?

He walked over to you and crouched down, trying to get you to look at him. "Hey," he muttered quietly. "You are more than enough for me."

Your heart ached gravely in your chest cavity, wanting nothing more than to believe the words coming out of his mouth. A tear escaped and began running down your cheek, and Jungkook wiped it away with his thumb. He cupped your face into his warm hands, and you welcomed it, not fighting him. His touch felt so nice after the weird tension between you.

You gazed into his desperate eyes, darting back and forth between them. "I wish I could believe that," you sniffled, letting more tears run down your cheek. You could barely see him through the puddle of tears in your eyes.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again. He was still cupping your face. Then he brought your lips to his. Repeatedly apologizing in between kisses before he stopped and began fervently kissing you, full of desperation and sorrow. He held the nape of your neck, bringing you in for a deeper kiss.

Your body ached for him; you wanted all of him but knew that you shouldn't. You pulled away, hands pushing against his chest, your forehead resting against his, the two of you catching your breaths as you got carried away.

How were you supposed to trust him again?

It was easy with U-jin...you started to fall out of love with him towards the end of your relationship. But with Jungkook, it was a million times harder because you loved him so much it hurt.

Your fingers curled under the collar of his blazer. "I--I can't do this right now, Jungkook."

"Do what? Us?"

"I just--I need time to think--away from you, from us."

"Baby, don't do this," Jungkook pleaded, taking a step toward you, and he wanted to take another. Still, he could see your hesitancy towards him as you backpedaled against a chair. "Can we talk at home, please?"

You promised Jungkook you'd be home so the two of you could talk properly. You figured chatting at his workplace wasn't the best place to decide what your future would look like.

Anticipating his arrival, you nervously cleaned even though your apartment was already spotless. You debated opening a bottle of wine but realized being under the influence would hinder your thoughts. The constant battle of keeping yourself occupied finally ended when the beeps from your keypad could be heard.

Jungkook didn't announce himself like he usually did. Instead, he quietly walked in, setting his things down. He turned the corner, flashing a thin-lipped smile. He was happy to see you were here and hadn't left to return to his sister's. Walking over, he leaned to kiss your cheek, and you reciprocated, barely catching the corner of his lips.

He plopped beside you, letting out a big sigh. You assumed he had a long day, especially explaining your actions to his colleagues and bosses. You felt asinine with your behavior, being unable to control yourself and letting your emotions get the best of you.

"Am I banned from Netmarble headquarters?" you asked, breaking the silence, which made him smile.

Jungkook shook his head, his index finger caressing your cheek, moving a strand of hair away from your face. "I'll find ways to sneak you in."

The two of you softly chuckled, neither wanting to continue the conversation that needed to happen. So, instead, the two of you gazed at one another, enjoying each other's presence for a few minutes. If there were another way to go about this, you'd choose it in a heartbeat, but it was the fact that things like this kept happening to you, and you had to face reality.

"Where do we go from here?" Jungkook asked, searching your face for an answer. He was praying for the best but prepared for the worst.

"Why don't you guys take a break from each other? I know it'll be hard, considering we're all in each other's lives. Still, it might be good just to get a breath of fresh air and figure out what your future will look like," Yuna paused, "I know I was reluctant at the beginning of your relationship. I'm still very sorry, but I've seen the two of you come a long way. I see how happy the two of you make each other...and honestly, I would just hate for you not to be a part of my life and baby's life. She needs her auntie."

"She?" you asked with teary eyes. "It's a little girl?"

Yuna nodded. "I can't imagine how you're feeling, babe, and trust me, I want to strangle my brother so bad, but I also know him, and he'll do anything he can to keep you."

You didn't doubt that Jungkook would fight for the two of you, but how long would it be until you disappointed the other again? Maybe you were naïve to think Jungkook could never disappoint you, but he was human too. He wasn't perfect, and neither were you.

"I think it's best if we took a break from each other."

Jungkook's pinched expression demonstrated that he didn't particularly like the idea. "For how long?"

Your eyes darted around the room, avoiding his eyes. "I don't know, Kook."

Until you could trust him again? Until he figured out what he wanted? Until you figured out what you wanted? All of those were valid.

Jungkook's hand snaked around your neck, forcing you to look at him. "I don't want to be away from you," he said, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

He feared that if the two of you went your separate ways, even if for a bit, you'd come to realize that there were better men out there. Ones that would treat you like a queen, give you everything you've ever wanted, and love everything you had to offer.

But he wanted you to know that the person who could be all that was sitting right in front of you. He just needed to convince you otherwise, but a part of him understood it would take a long time for you to trust him again.

You let out a shaky breath. "I love you." You could tell he wanted to respond, but you stopped him and started over again. "I love you. I love you with every fiber of my mind, body, and soul. I love you so much that I'm scared of what my life will look like if I stop loving you."

To be honest, you didn't know if you could ever stop loving him - you'd probably love him until the end of time.

Your lips were quivering and quaking so much that you took a moment to breathe. "I'm scared, Jungkook. I'm scared that without you, I don't know if I'll be able to breathe. I'm scared I won't know how to continue living my life without you by my side."

"Then, don't do this, baby. We can work through this together."

"How do you know that we'll be able to work through this?" you cried, "One stupid person came into our lives and completely turned our lives upside down. How do I know there aren't other things from your past that'll do this again?"

"I promise you there is no one else. Nothing will come in between you and me."

"It's a little too late for that, Kook."

Jungkook ran his hands through his hair, gripping it before letting it go. He groaned in frustration. "You're the only person I want," he pleaded. "Everything means nothing without you."

You let out a sad chuckle. "Then maybe you should've thought about that before you kissed Alex."

"I'm so sorry, baby. You don't know how sorry I am," he exclaimed.

Suddenly, Jungkook got off the couch and onto his knees in front of you. His apologies continued, turning into soft cries, pleading for you to forgive him. Muffled words of I can't live without you, and you're the only one I want. He tugged you towards him, desperate for any touch from you.

Sniffles from the two of you echoed throughout your apartment - eyes swollen from tears, tips of your noses reddened. You ran your hands gently through his hair before attempting to break away from his embrace.

"Kook, please. Don't make this harder than it already is."

Jungkook knew that if he were to let go, he didn't know when or if he'd get you back.

After more tears and some convincing, Jungkook finally let go of you. Neither of you knew how long it would take to heal from this or how long it would take to figure out what the two of you wanted. Still, he tried respecting your wishes and hoped you would be together again.

He packed up his things from your place, and as you looked around, it felt empty. It was like there was no trace of him ever living there. It pained you to walk him to the door only because uncertainty lay beyond it.

Jungkook pushed the lever down but abruptly stopped to turn back to you. Your eyes flicked to his before finding their way back to the floor, where you examined the white-toe socks he loved so much. You hated them, but it made him happy.

"Baby?"

You hummed, avoiding his gaze.

"Can I kiss you goodbye?"

Goodbye.

Goodbye felt so final. So conclusive.

You peered at him, inching closer. Your hand rested softly on his chest as you reached up to connect your lips to his. Always so soft, so plush. The kiss between you lingered, lips entwining, so close to heating up if you let yourself go for another moment, but you shouldn't.

You pulled away, along with the fist that somehow curled under his shirt. Your eyes flickered to his again before you uttered, "Bye, Kook."

✨ next ~ the call

[finding-crow]

I have written a little soap ghost Drabble that I will potentially put on ao3 but imma put it here first so enjoy (Also if the format is weird I’m on mobile so that’s probably why idk I don’t normally post things here)

Soap laid down next to ghost his head resting on his lieutenants bicep. Ghost didn’t move instead hovering awkwardly not used to the physical contact. It baffled him how quickly soap had simply decided this was happening and had pushed forward. He really should have known the man would simply do whatever he wanted but that didn’t stop the stutter of his mind trying to catch up.

“You’ve never cuddled someone before have you?” He didn’t sound annoyed and it hardly sounded like a question, just a statement phrased as one.

Ghost didn’t answer blowing heavily out of his nose in annoyance instead.

“Alright alright, no need to get huffy,” he shifted to his side and gestured for ghost to mimic him. Then he pressed himself back until his back was against ghosts chest and patted the side of his rib cage, “arm.”

As if that was enough instruction, ghost tentatively moved his arm so his hand was resting on soaps rib cage and the man grabbed his hand gently. He guided his arm around him leaving ghosts hand on his sternum where his heart lay in wait beneath it. Soap hummed in satisfaction as if he was proud of himself as ghost tightened his hold resisting the urge to melt into him.

Soap wiggled slightly pressing the top of his head just under simons chin, “if it’s too much tell me and I’ll move, but at the moment I’m perfectly comfortable so I’m going to sleep.”

Ghost was stiff and unmoving incapable of accepting and melting into the person pressed against him. The small part of him that was desperate to love and be loved screamed to hold Johnny tighter. To press his face into that stupid Mohawk. To curl himself tighter around him. The larger part of him, the cold, calculated ghost screamed to pull away and push Johnny farther and farther till he was a speck in the distance.

He knew that wouldn’t work, Johnny was stubborn to a point that would likely do more harm than good; in this line of work it was a necessity. Pushing him away would likely make him latch on tighter, fight harder, he was insane, then again so was ghost for even entertaining soaps bids at affection.

After hours of back and forth arguments, voices screaming that he didn’t deserve such kindness, that he was weak for wanting to melt into the man in his arms, that he was nothing but a monster and Johnny would leave when he realized, that-

A mumble from soap that he couldn’t quite make out. Soap shifted in his sleep muttering nonsense with a sleepy smile adorning his face. Simon could just make out the upward lilt of his lips in the darkness. His name. Soap had muttered his name. In his sleep. While smiling. Entirely against his will- he melted.

His muscles relaxed and his breathing evened he hadn’t even realized just how tense he was.

Simon didn’t sleep that night, he was too distracted by the gentle thump-thump and the barely noticeable rise and fall of soaps chest. His ears were trained on the light snores that would erupt from his bedmate and his eyes were trained on his face, his mouth.

[emerxshiu]

Spoilers for The Midnight Soirée on ao3

link to the series: RosenRot Au (i hope the link works, i dunno how they work here on tumblr) by Analytical_Cochineal (ao3) here is their tumblr too

I finally decided to draw fanart for my favourite fanfic and kirby au (its actually my second attempt, fucked up the first one and left it unfinished) so here it is!

there isnt an official yin-yarn gijinka on the art references fic, and i was too lazy to create one for him so uh...yeah.

based on SaturdayLemon's comment on chapter 5.

i thought it'd be funny to have him in the shinji pose, it was a pain drawing this, i dunno what was more difficult, the chair or kirby himself in that pose

i kinda tried to like, merge my style a bit with the reference(? if thats understandable, dunno sorry im shit at explaining but i'll try my best, ok so, i wanted to keep the facial features, because my artstyle tends to be kinda simplified, especially in the face so it usually doesnt have much diversity in head form and stuff (im kinda trying to work on that), i think saying that i tried to adapt it to style would be more accurate? not sure, but if i try drawing this goober again i'll try ti adapt it better, because he kinda looks...off? to me

love'd bad end nights, i tend to ocasionally check ao3 to see if theres anything new in the tags i lurk on, gasped when i saw another entry on the RosenRot AU

the only way that i had to describe it after finishing chap.1 was

"its written by a human yet it is so beyond my human comprehension i literally didnt understand anything at all yet i understood everything at the same time and i love it" i dunno its weird to put what i felt into words. i think kirby has a terrible time is so accurate, so much so i'd say its an understatement and terrible doesnt make it justice to what the silly goes trough

originally this were gonna be two drawings, this the first, and another one of fluff dissapointed, but uh, i fucked up the second one and i couldnt salvage it. so he died i guess, i was thinking about end of chap3 and beggining of chap4, basically "were going to be wed my darling fian- what do you mean by what."

also my first attempt was chap5 fluff, but i fucked up and it was followed by one of the weirdest intereactions i've ever had (it was 2am and i hadent gotten a good sleep in some days and i was watching a video talking about those "kid channels" that are definitly not for kids and weird (censored ofc) stuff appeared and i literally said "do u see this shit fluff" y'know the spider-man meme? yeah that one, and there's more but im going off the rails)

dead attempt of the chair thing

i think imma cut it here, i have so much more to rant about (i rlly love this au) but i'll save it for another post of this

Jambuhbye :3 !

[sonicblueartist]

【LET'S DANCE, Part 3】

AO3 LINK Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

First person point of view

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Various x F!Reader

A/n: Does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Word Count: 4811

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍❕️

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✎ ''Flying? With a plane?" I sighed uneasily.

"Of course, what else did you expect to fly with?" Sonic joked, chuckling slightly.

I laughed nervously, "Yeah, sorry, that... That was ridiculous of me."

Sonic and Tails got up from bed and walked to the center of the room, "Don't sweat it! You can't imagine what this kid can do! He's the best pilot and mechanic I've ever known."

Tails shyly scratched his cheek, "I'm not that good but thanks Sonic." He smiled at him. Sonic winked back. I smiled at their relationship.

I glanced at my feet and exhaled, pushing myself off of the bed. I followed the two out of the room while ignoring the aching on my body. I was questioning myself as to whether I had made a good choice.

As I passed through the corridor, I realized it didn't have the same aura I felt before. It's brighter and more spacious. Now it felt soothing and serene. More home-like...

My body relaxes a little bit at the sight.

That's not the only thing I noticed, however, there were a lot of frames hanging on the walls, each having different places and people in it. Most of them had Tails and Sonic. Some had just landscapes and some were filled with many different faces that I couldn't recognize.

Sonic stopped next to me, gazing at the photos. He looks nostalgic with a small smile on his face. He put his hands on his hips and sighed, somewhat proud.

I whisper to myself, "God, How many places have you traveled to? I wish I was more like you." I chuckled, "I don't really like leaving the house. I am not a social butterfly. Exploring isn't my thing either." I confessed.

Sonic laughed, "It's something I'm used to. I always like to run around. I never once thought to sit for a sec. How could I? It makes me feel so free, so alive. I'm always open to exploring new places. If there is left any." He chuckled, "And the adventures they bring... every one of them is priceless." Sonic put a hand on my shoulder and give me a small squeeze.

I laughed, "Your friends are in real trouble then." I joked.

He grinned widely, "Ohh you bet, A massive trouble it is, you wouldn't even guess." He put his thumbs on his chest, "Your friend here is a real danger magnet!" Oh, so he had a goofy side. I can get used to this.

I gasped and jokingly shove his arm, "Don't try to involve me in such adventures. I would rather sit at home and do nothing instead of playing russian roulette with you."

He grimaced, "You're old. You should try to go out a little and see some faces. Even at the worst moment, you can find a side to have fun with." He made his voice sound like an author being a mentor.

I couldn't help but start laughing, "W-what?" I wheezed out, "I'm old?''

He snickered, "Yes, very old. Imma calls ya Granny."

I shove his body, ''Oh, Shut up. You are old." I couldn't stop my laughing fit now.

"Oh, yeah?" He starts to laugh as well.

You hold your chest, "Y-yeah! The one type who always travels around and looks after their grandkids!"

He grasp his chest, "I think I'm going to have a heart attack now." he whined dramatically.

Tails intervened chuckling, "Guys, I thought we are going to my workshop."

I was puzzled, "You have a workshop?"

"Yeah, of course, he has a workshop. He's a little genius with double fluffy tails, wearing a white coat working on weird tubes like a mad scientist!... Just joking, he always spends his time helping others fix their things or helping us win against Eggman with his incredible inventions. His heart is as big as his IQ." he quickly change his dramatic sentence when he saw the face Tails made.

Sonic choked, "Too much?"

Tails uncrossed his arms, "Too much."

I try to hold my laugh.

I try to be genuine, "Wow, that's really... big Tails." I didn't want to somehow offend him... again?

He smiled and shook his head, "I am just doing what I can."

We walk into the living room, Vanilla was standing in the middle looking straight at Sonic's eyes, she seems on the edge, "She can't go yet. She still needs some rest." she sounded troubled. Her arms crossed on her chest.

Cream and Cheese were sitting on a sofa playing with some cards. They look up when their mother spoke sternly.

Tails try to reason with her, "I know the risks but I already made sure she is fine, I showed you the checkups, and she doesn't seem to have any physical damage. She will be fine with us. We promise nothing will going to happen to her. Besides, you know we won't take her out if this isn't urgent." He pleads.

Sonic interrupted, "We'll make sure of it. She is not going to leave my sight I promise." he walk in with a reassuring smile.

Vanilla thought for a few seconds and sighed, "Okay, fine. She can go."

Sonic and Tails grin at each other with victory.

"But she is going to move to my house for a week after your little adventure. I want to make sure she is well-rested. You better come back with her safe and sound. Understood?"

I feel touched by her kindness but...

Why can't I make my own choices? Besides, aren't we agreed to find my home after this all ends? I thought I would finally see my family after whichever door I am key to they want opens... or broken?

On the other hand... Maybe I wouldn't mind staying a little bit more with them. I never experienced this much weird stuff in one day. Maybe this isn't so bad after all.

Cream lit up, "Yes! We can make carrot or chocolate cake together!" her chao agree with her. I smile at her sweetness.

Sonic and Tails look disappointed for a second but cover it with a smile. They nodded in agreement without any more words. I continue to think about my life choices.

"I'm going back to my house now. I will be waiting for her. I trust you two and Knuckles to keep her safe. Good luck. Come on Cream, Cheese." They drop the cards and slide down on the sofa to walk toward their waiting mother.

Cream waved at us and we waved back.

"Don't worry we will," Sonic reassured.

Vanilla smiled at them. She glanced back at me and I quickly smiled.

Before she leave with her daughter and their chao, she walks up to me and gently hold my shoulders, "If you don't feel well tell Tails immediately, don't shy away, he will bring you straight to me, Alright? I want you to be comfortable and healthy." she spoke kindly. Tails confirmed with a thumbs up and a warm smile.

I was speechless. I was only able to nod. Her smile grows and she leaves with her daughter.

Cream waves at us before they get out of the door and start walking away. I wave back with a small smile.

After waving at Cream, Tails didn't close the door and he turned towards us, "I am going to my workshop. I need to check on the Tornado to see if it needs any more repairs. After I do my final checks, we can go."

Sonic followed Tails outside, "You do your thing bro. Our little guest can come with you too. I'm going on a run to kill some time until then." I nodded following Tails.

I look back towards his home. Neither Sonic nor Vanilla is in sight. If that is, Sonic must be a really fast runner. I chuckled to myself.

I also notice Tails' house is the shape of his head, "Wow, nice... design?"

"You mean the exterior of my house?"

"Yeah," I spoke still looking back towards his house, examining.

"Thanks! You can say I kind of get it from someone..."

We turn another direction, I was no longer able to see his home.

I look back at him, and he looked kinda apathetic, "You mean like... you took it from your father kind of get it like genes or are you inspired by someone?" I spoke uneasily.

He looks around, "...I... no. Uh, the inspiration part." He seems to don't know what else to say.

I quickly change the topic, feeling guilty that I made him upset again, "Well, you do have a nice, cozy home. I like what you did. The colors suit the house... I mean it's you after all. You made it really good? I don't have any clue how but-- Uh... Sorry. I am not good with compliments." I stop myself from babbling. I am screwing this up. Why am I always saying nonsense beyond my fragile heart's understanding.

He smiled, "It's fine. You don't need to say anything." Yeah, I should shut up.

Our walk was quiet after that. A little bit awkward because of me...

A few hours ago I was running away from them. Now I am thinking how bad am as a person for opening sensitive topics without noticing. How stupid. We just met and I feel like I've already interfered with his whole life. It must have been very uncomfortable for him.

I take a sharp breath, I need to apologize.

"I'm sorry." We both look at each other stunned.

I chuckled nervously, "It's not your fault Tails. I was the one who couldn't stop my big mouth. It kinda stuck you know. I didn't mean to upset you. I- I am sorry." I huffed and shut up. I didn't know why I see the need to talk a lot. Whatever I do, I always have a lot on my mind especially when I am stressed. I just talk a lot to shut off my thinking and blank my mind.

When I think of them the most my head just starts to swarm with questions and worries. The one bothers me a lot is that, If I live on Earth all my life how did I never notice their existence? How have I never run across anything about them?

"You space out a lot too, huh?"

I blinked and look back at him, figuring he said something. I smile sheepishly, "Sorry. Can you repeat?"

He smiled, "I said, It's fine. I sometimes babble a lot too. Mostly when it's the things I like to do. What I mean is, it's okay, don't stop questioning. Please don't ever feel bad about yourself. I think it's a good feature. To think a lot. You just need to see the good it gives you. And I am not upset. I understand you are curious. I can see you don't have any clue about us or our species. That's odd because it should be impossible if you live all your life here." He thought out loud. You smiled relieved.

He glanced at you and mumbled to himself, "Especially that you felt major pains but I still couldn't find anything wrong with your body."

He looks down, "I should keep an eye on this." He whispered, suspicious.

We come to a stop in front of a building. It was as big as his house maybe a little bigger. And it was painted yellow and red too.

Tails open the door and smiled, "Don't tell anyone, but..." he lean towards you, whispering in a childish manner, "This is not exactly my workshop. I have a lot of workshops in separate places. It was for safety reasons. Anyway, come on in!"

He gives me some space to enter. I walk in with a smile, and he closes the door behind me. The lights were already open. It wasn't very spacious because of all the tools and mechanical things around. His Inventions, I remind myself.

There is also a red biplane in the middle. A red shiny biplane!

I turned to him pointing towards the plane, "You have a biplane." It was supposed to be a question but it came out as a shocking sentence, I was too stunned to speak properly. He owns a plane? He can fly? In this age? Does he know how to use it? Does he know how to repair it?! He owns a plane! My mind just couldn't grasp the situation and stopped working for a second from all this new information in a day.

I never saw a plane this close and somewhere like this before! I only saw passenger planes from afar at the airport!

Tails couldn't help but laugh at your expression, "Yep." He popped the 'p'.

I slowly walked around the plane in awe.

"You own a red plane." My mind was just blown I guess I am repeating things.

He laughed, "Yes, I have a red biplane. Are you like the color I did so much? Or are you simply couldn't believe I have a plane?" He joked.

I turn to him, "Please don't tell me you made this thing without a scratch. It is supposed to be illegal to own a plane at your age! I don't even know if it's illegal to own a plane in general!!" I shouted in shock.

He hummed in agreement while opening its lid, "No big deal, really. I already recognize it's every piece like a puzzle now. It always broke down during our adventures and I need to repair it again. And no I didn't make it Sonic gave me. He never told me why he had a plane in the first place." he spoke monotonously.

"So you did make it?" I need to stop repeating him...

"Uh... no. I only repair and modify it sometimes. It's Sonic's. He gives it to me..." He simply answered you again. He doesn't seem to bother about why are you acting weird.

"What kind of adventures make you see the need to repair it so much? That you literally memorize it's... everything." Now I am just going to look stupid in his eyes.

He walks towards his work table, picks up some tools, and started to sort out, "Armed robots, flying ships, some gems that can give powerful energy to anything, so you can think what would happen if they are in the hands of bad people. Also, they blow out my plane in so many ways I lost count..."

He start to work on the plane's engine, "This kind of adventure you need to face to blast almost all my inventions." he suck a breath, "And my friends..." he sighed.

"Oh..." I can't open my mouth after that. I bite my tongue and looked down. I wanted to ask so many questions. It's the best I shouldn't though. After seeing how bad I am making it...

What were they dealing with all this time? Is it as bad as it sounds? What's up with the gems? Who are we dealing with? Why does everything hurt? Why do I have no idea about Sonic or others? Where is exactly my home? Where is here? What's up with me being a key? What's a key? What's the door? Do anyone else is after it too? Who is Knuckles? How did they figure it out? How will this work in the end? Will there be a happy ending in the end? Is my life will be always like this? Running to save something while I am always confused? Are we gonna found a door and destroy it or open it? Where are we going? What are we gonna find? Who am I gonna met next? Can I be able to go back home? How can he know so much? Is he have a biplane?! What about Sonic, Cream, and Vanilla? I heard another voice back when I was alone in the guest room, who was he? Is he the Knuckles guy? Am I in danger? Am I doing the right thing? Should I back up since I got the chance? Am I able to see my family again? What if I die in the end fighting with a killing machine? Do I really want this? I have no real reason to do so... I was scared to die but still...something pushing me to continue...

A deep sigh ends my internal criticism. I looked up, Tails seems really upset.

"I..." he scratched his head. "I am really sorry. I didn't mean to sound so sour. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable..." he looked down, pondering.

I was going to say it's fine but he beat me to it, "How about I teach you some things? Is that okay for you?" he smiled apologetically.

I grinned, "I would like that. Please teach me. Anything is fine, really! I am pretty sure whatever gonna come from you will be useful for me in the future." I giggled excitedly with a big smile.

I run next to him. He smiled happily. He never got a chance to teach someone before. Seeing you so eager to learn makes him more excited to teach.

"It works similarly with cars. Actually, every mechanic parts use the anatomy of our bodies. Have you ever opened a hood of a car to look at the engine part?" he questioned with a smile.

I think for a few seconds, "No. I never open one myself. I only watch a few times in the back seat when dad or an auto repair man check in the car. But that doesn't help hmmm... Oh, but I did see it in the Car's Movie."

Tails raise a brow, speechless, "Okaay... At least you watch something about cars?" He spoke didn't quite catch what you are talking about.

He continues to lie on his back while he gazes at the big blue sky donated with white clouds with half-lidded optics.

He made a sound of a yawn. He wasn't tired in fact he was fully charged. He was just bored out of his circuits. He slowly sits up on the soft surface of the grass, leaning on his cannon arm.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have anything to do today except observing. Like his counterpart, he doesn't like to sit still but today was an exception. It needs to be. It's his mission. He was waiting for someone...

He crossed his legs and continue to count down the minutes. He starts to tap a digit on his leg out of boredom, creating soft metallic noises.

Hearing a faint hum, his emerald green optics turned towards the sky, spotting the flying blue dot.

His smirk widens at the sight of his brother's blue metal figure, "Finally some action." His optics switch to crimson red.

When Sonic walked in I try to wave at him but with a squeal of fright, the plane's oil start to splash on my face. Tails gasped and helped me to stop the leaking.

"Is everything alright there?" his voice sounded amused. I glare at him from the side.

Tails cleaned his hands on a cloth, "Everything seems in place. I only need to fill its depo then we can take off. It won't take long."

"Alright, you do your thing. And you come with me we are cleaning your face."

I sarcastically spoke, "I am fine like this. Thank you." I refuse his offer stubbornly.

"Yes. Thanks to me you will be fine. Trust me you don't wanna stay like that all day."

Tails snickered and lean on your side, whispering, "It will stink, beside you should go with Sonic to clean up while I full the Tornado."

I huffed, before walking away with Sonic I turned to Tails liting up like a torch, "Wait, that reminds me. Why did you call your plane Tornado?" You ask while walking toward the door next to Sonic.

Tails grinned, "I'll tell you the story when you are back." He waves at you. You try to look at him from the doorway but Sonic continues to drag you out of the workshop.

"I swear you two are like twins of some kind," Sonic grumbled.

You snickered at this, "I'm discovering new things I like. What's up with that? Wasn't you the one to say to see a few people's faces?"

He hummed, "You are right. If you learn to not stain yourself maybe I introduce you to Amy. You two would get along well."

"You should!" I chirped happily, "I would like to meet all your friends!"

Sonic chuckled nervously, "I was afraid of you saying that, but in the end, you will eventually meet all of them, I have a feeling you will."

He quickly changes the topic, "You sound really happy. Did you have fun with Tails and his interesting love for mechanics?" He raises a playful brow.

I grinned, "Yep. He's a good teacher. I hope I am a good learner also. I am sure his advice will be very useful to me... someday."

We walk into Tails' home and Sonic leads me into a bathroom. I notice he was still holding my hand, "Can you...?"

He quickly take his hand away and smiled nervously, "You can use whatever you want here. I'll be outside waiting for you."

I thumb up and he nodded, leaving.

I figure I should take a bath instead of cleaning myself with a cloth. So as quick as I can be I start to undress and take a quick shower.

Tails smile to himself and climb into the cockpit. Sonic already sitting at one of the wings. Why is go beyond my caring. If he won't fall then it's okey with me.

I stand there with my new fresh clothes probably coming out of Sonic's unused wardrobe. -He said that not me-

A sky blue hoodie with brown jeans.

I take a deep breath and walk towards the plane.

"Uh..." I stop, staring, don't know how to climb even though I watch them do it.

"Do you need a hand there?" Sonic asked uneasily, maybe a little amused too.

I shook my head stubbornly and reach out towards the cockpit, pulling my arms with a groan, I push my feet in and threw myself inside. I quickly get up and sit correctly.

I noticed the two quickly turn their heads away. They've been staring...

I quickly look down at my hands, embarrassed. I never get on a plane before! They made it look so easy. They are probably using it a lot, so it's easy for them... I had my reasons to not get in one...

Sonic coughed, "Alright, let's go!"

Tails didn't answer and jump of off the plane and run towards a table.

Sonic raises a brow, "What happend?"

Tails pick up an earphone and an mp3 player.

I look back towards Sonic, who shrugged.

He turn towards us and climbed into the plane.

He put them over your lap, "Here, it can help." he smiled.

I laughed awkwardly, "Uh... Thanks."

"Don't worry no one used them before. They are new. You can listen to whatever you want. They are yours now."

Before I can protest he turns back and starts the engine without new interceptions.

He presses a button on the plane and the garage's big doors open.

I bite my lip when the plane slowly speeds ups. Sonic grins excitedly from where he sits.

I sighed and put the earphones in. I look through the options in the mp3 player and choose one of the songs I saw as interesting.

Between the sound of the engine and the music, I heard Sonic's faint shouting excitedly. I looked up to see he was holding his hands up around the clouds. I couldn't help but smile at him.

The clouds, oh they look so much more beautiful up close. Like white cotton candy.

I sit up a little to see how the view looks. I clean my hoodie and swallow down. We are pretty high up. That was quick. I regret looking down but... the view was so beautiful...

We are pretty smoothly flying. So I can bear with this for now. I turn towards Sonic and Tails. Maybe I can trust them... They are fun, friendly, and reliable to be around...

Even if the 'adventure' we are about to face scares me, I believe I can trust them on this.

I turn back to watch the view. It was mostly single-story houses, farmhouses, fields, and plots, around in a big forest.

I turn back towards Tails, yelling a little bit because of the engine and the music, "Hey, hopefully, I am not so pushy for asking so many questions, but can you explain what are we gonna do when we arrive? I mean what do you two mean by I am some kind of a key?" I need to at least know what we are going to do.

Tails glanced back for a second, he looked towards Sonic, who is watching the horizon, "Well, Knuckles will be the best to explain it. We only look for the gate he was talking about, he saw it in his... vision. We find it, so it exists, unfortunately. But it needs a special key to open it. There is no other way in, believe me, we try everything. You can say it's kinda magical. Oh, and we are not the only ones searching for the gate. So be ready. It won't be going to be nice. That's all I can say. You need to wait a little longer for better information."

"How do you know I was the key? And you sound like talking about an object but you see I am not an object!"

"It was Knuckles who figure it out when we find you! He said it's your necklace!"

I pause and looked down at my gold chain, violet-colored crystal. I hold it in my palm, freaking out. I always thought it was fake... maybe it isn't.

I got it from a normal store of accessories for god's sake.

Sonic pipped in, "Don't worry! When I am here nothing bad will happen."

I saw Tails mutter something but couldn't make out what he said.

I huffed, "How much longer do I need to wait?"

I saw him trying to hold his smile, "Half an hour."

I groaned loudly and lean on the seat.

That's long!

You sighed looking towards the horizon. You were getting more curious about this Knuckles guy.

Knuckles grumbled under his breath, "Where are they? This shouldn't have been taking this long."

He tapped his fingers over his arm. He leans over the stone stairs he is sitting at.

"If we're late for this, Eggman will find a way to open the gate. I can't even think of a worse scenario than this. If it wouldn't for Sonic's recklessness, we would be already sealed the gate a long time ago..."

"Are you talking to yourself again, Knucklehead?"

He closes his eyes and grits his teeth, "You are calling me that too?"

The bat landed at the end of the stone stairs, with a teasing tone, "Sorry, you want me to call you handsome instead?" She put a hand on her waist.

He sighed getting up from where he sat, "Did you talk with Shadow as we speak?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"I sure did." She becomes serious, "We'll be ready if anything goes wrong with the door or that girl. I already start looking for another similar crystal in case hers won't work."

"It won't be necessary I know the girl has the right crystal." He closes his eyes to recall, "I believe in my instincts."

Rouge smiled, "I know, I never hesitate to trust your instincts for a second, hon."

"Sure, you didn't." He was unimpressed.

Rouge, "But seriously. We need to talk about something."

He opens his eyes, "What?"

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

I am so sorry it takes so long for me to publish this. I wasn't sure about it for a long time.

Besides an idea or desire to write isn't coming all the time so it takes time... At least for me.

[A funny scenario from the episode that I decided to add here]

Tails: Why did you have brown jeans? You don't even like wearing pants.

Sonic, sweat dropped: It's-It wasn't mine. It's Amy's.

Tails: ...Why do you have Amy's jeans?

Sonic, notice how bad it sounded: I don't-- She just-- She probably forget it in the house!

Tails: Why didn't you give it back since?

Sonic: What do you want me to say!? I forget, okay? It got useful anyway! Look, she is wearing it! She looks happy! End of the case!

Tails: Sure...

[nnschneider]

I got tagged by @wurzelbertzwerg so her are my replies

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

30

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

296,244 as of today but I'm posting weekly updates on a story nowadays.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Northanger Abbey and Good Omens although I've written something for all of Austen's published novels and other TV shows (not all posted on AO3)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm ordering these from most to least:

An Equitable Arrangement - GO. Sequel to Renovation. A/C go from pretending to be a couple of humans to pretending to be a human couple.

Origin Story - NA. Modern hero/villain AU inspired by Mega Mind.

Opposite of Retirement - GO. Sequel to Equitable Arrangement. A/C do not get a peaceful, boring retirement.

The Renovation - GO. C is unhappy with his flat and decides to renovate it.

The Smallest Angel - GO. A is shrunk.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes but I always feel like I'm doing it wrong. Like, I have posted whole pages of words just above here and I need to write something else like Thank you? But that feels a little skimpy given that so few people comment these days. And also, what's a reasonable time between the comment and the reply that doesn't feel like I'm stalking my inbox?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Lamb - Mansfield Park. In response to a Halloween prompt ("illness").

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Northanger Federated? It very clearly ends happily ever after.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got a relatively gentle, hate-tangential comment once on Welcome to Austenville. It has multiple couples in it from Austen's novels. I had changed one canonically M/F couple into a F/F couple and someone left a comment that they would not be reading the rest of the story due to that. Note: this was not on AO3 but on another site where I was cross posting.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. I tend to try to watch my language unless it's character compliant, even swapping out "oh my god!" with "oh my goodness!" I tend to stay away from explicit scenes. I also typically note if there's violence, sexual innuendo, or implicit scenes as a warning. Long ago, I started posting on a site that abided by an ambiguously understood "family friendly" policy and I've internalized that recommendation.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm more of a "saw a movie, imma cram my blorbos in it" writer, but if you consider mixing characters from different Austen novels in the same story, then yes, I have done crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? No one's told me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have had a fic translated INTO SONG! For years, I wrote a little parody of something Jane Austen as a Christmas Carol and blackglass actually sang Who Would Say No? (Austen crossover about heroines refusing a marriage proposal to the tune of Up On The Housetop).

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Does a beta reader count? I think I'd love someone to poke me along but also I'd need them not to poke when I am too busy IRL.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

It has to be Henry Tilney and Catherine Morland. Boring but gets the job done.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My COVID inspired P&P that focuses on Lady Catherine and her friends sending letters back and forth as England succumbs to a mysterious plague,,, of werewolves. I was angry at the time with how people in power (the Lady Catherines of the modern world) were so eager to put front line workers in danger to support their lifestyles. But now that everyone is actively, deliberately coughing on everyone else, it feels like the moment has passed.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm willing to move from one fandom to another based on my inspiration. I'm willing to kill my darlings which is good for suspense.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action and choreography. I struggle with these, have no idea if I'm using the right vocabulary for the expert who knows those terms nor the novice who just wants to read something entertaining. I feel like I'm never right.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I did a Casablanca inspired Persuasion piece which had some German and French in it. My peer reviewer at the time knew someone fluent in German and I've had enough French that I could sprinkle in a few lines for atmosphere without requiring my readers to know a second language. I did try to get clever and put the translations into a tooltip you could hover over so you didn't need to scroll or click around, and then I realized it doesn't really work on touch screens or sites that strip out HTML as a security precaution.

As far as writing a whole story in another language, I think it would need to be a very short story.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pride and Prejudice, "Lizzy and the Three Ghosts" which has not been posted on AO3. I had read enough JAFF to be thoroughly comfortable with P&P, before I started to really get behind NA.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Origin Story is my favorite NA on AO3; you should read it.

I have no idea who else to tag but consider this your open invitation.

[shapeshiftinterest]

Polyamory Click: sun x moon x monty, fazcule

based on THIS post and a little on THIS post

hybrid!au: sun and moon are humans, the glamrocks are animal hybrids

sun, moon, and monty are the newest employees and have worked at the plex for at least a few months

monty gets on board with polyamory and dating sun and moon so he tells his bandmates

he’s a lil confused but he’s got the spirit

story under the read more

Polyamory Click (also on ao3)

“I UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING!!!” Monty yelled, slamming the breakroom door open.

His outburst made Chica squawk, dropping her lunch. “MY FRIES!!” She wailed, dropping to the floor and trying to gather them all up. Roxy’s arm jerked at the commotion, ruining her latest attempt to paint Freddy’s claws.

“Damn it, Monty, look what you made me do,” Roxy said, cleaning Freddy’s claws with a wet wipe. “Chica don’t eat those.”

Chica spat out the floor fries and reached for-

“And don’t you dare put any in your purse.”

“But Roxy-!”

“No, get Monty to buy you replacement fries.”

Chica pouted, tossing the fries into the trash and sitting by her girlfriend.

"Guys! Focus on me!”

“What did you understand, Monty?” Freddy asked, in an awkward attempt to smooth things over.

“The polyarmory!”

His bandmates blinked. “You mean polyamory?” Chica said, looking up as Monty paced the room. It’s a good thing they were sitting in a more open section or his tail would have knocked everything over from how hard it was wagging.

He snapped his fingers, the polish already chipping on his own claws. Roxy would probably corner him once she was done with Freddy’s. “Yea, that!”

“Didn’t really get why y’all were into it but I totally get it now! Like,” Monty started waving his arms around and gesturing. “That polymammory-”

“Polyamory.”

“-Polyamory shit really clicked into place when I was on my movie date with Sun 'n  Moon yesterday, and they let me eat from both a’ their popcorns buckets with impurity.”

“Impunity, Monty.” Freddy said, blowing on on the nail polish while Roxy capped the bottles.

“At least he’s trying the word a day calendar?” Chica shrugged, happy Monty was using her birthday present. The words were a little jumbled but he was getting closer to using the right ones more often.

“‘Course Imma use it, girl. You got it for me.”

“Aaaawwww.”

“That is... not exactly, what polyamory is about. But we’re all very happy for you, Monty,” Freddy said, realizing that he probably should have eaten his burger before Roxy painted his nails. His ears drooped a little when his stomach growled.

Seeing his dilemma, Roxy unwrapped the top of the Double Deluxe Fazburger’s paper and held it up for him so he could take a bite. “Ah, thank you, Roxy.”

“No prob. ‘N yeah,” She turned to face Monty, one hand holding the burger, the other hovering under it so the crumbs and sauce wouldn’t get on their outfits. “Glad t’see you finally on board the Fazcule train lmao.”

“I wasn’t not on it,” Monty grumbled, snagging a chip from Freddy’s tray seeing as how Roxy’s was finished and he still owed Chica some fries. “Just didn’t know it was a thing I could do is all.”

“Sooooo, did you do anything else besides eat from both of their popcorn buckets?” Chica sing songed, leaning into the bassist’s space.

“What? No!”

“C’mooooon, you can tell us~ You held hands didn’t you. Didja get twice the goodnight kisses?” Chica smirked, chasing after Monty as he leapt out of his seat and tried to run from her interrogation. “Montyyyy, tell meeeee!”

“No!”

Roxy and Freddy laughed as the other Glams raced around the table and Freddy choked on his sandwhich a little from laughing too hard.

[inmyimperfectmind]

Sweet Dreams

You can also read it on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44172883

Atsumu pulled Rin towards their room after the evening chores were complete.

“The kids are fast asleep,” whispered Atsumu, before kissing him deeply.

“Atsumu, we just put them to bed and we shouldn’t – ”

“We should!” he said, closing the door behind him and locking it.  “They ain't gonna wake up soon. And I'll be quick!”

“That's supposed to turn me on?” Rin teased, as Atsumu pushed him onto the bed.

He pouted but Rin put his hands behind his head and said, “Let's see how fast you can work.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Atsumu stripped him and swallowed him whole in less than 2 minutes. Rin groaned into his forearm but 5 minutes later, the doorknob started to jiggle. They both turned to the door, eyes widened.

“Daddy! Papa!” yelled Kosuke through the door as he started knocking continuously. “Can you hear me? The door is broken and won't open!”

Both sighed heavily. “Give us a minute to fix the door,” said Rin as Atsumu pulled off with a pop.

As Rin put his clothes back on, Kosuke started knocking again. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“We're fine, kiddo,” said Atsumu, shaking his head but smiling.

“Ready,” whispered Rin loudly, adjusting himself.

He opened the door and found their son looking worried.

“What happened, little man?” asked Atsumu, kneeling down to his height.

“I thought monsters got you,” said Kosuke, his green eyes filled with tears. Atsumu pulled him into a hug.

“We're fine,” he said, patting his back. He leaned back to brush the dark brown hair out of his son's eyes. “No monsters here.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking suspiciously around their room.

“Promise,” said Atsumu, picking him up. He started walking towards his room.

“Wait for Papa, Daddy!” said Kosuke, worriedly.

“Yeah, Daddy, wait for me to come,” said Rin, smirking. Atsumu bit his lip.

“Can I have ice cream?” asked Kosuke, holding Atsumu’s face.

“No ice cream,” said Rin, shaking his head at the three-year-old, knowing that Atsumu had a hard time saying no to the little boy. “It's too late for sugar.”

“Daddy, please?” he asked Atsumu, with an exaggerated pout.

He nearly caved with the pout, but he remained strong. “Papa's right, it's too late fer ice cream,” he said. “We can have a glass of milk.”

Still pouting, he huffed loudly as he laid his head on his father's shoulder and said, “Fine.”

“Hey, don't be like that,” said Atsumu, kissing the top of his head. “Ya know yer not supposed to have sugar before bed.”

“I'll get your glass of milk,” said Rin, poking his son's nose.

“Get me a glass too...Papa,” said Atsumu, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rin gave his husband a scathing look before walking towards the kitchen.

He poured 3 glasses of milk - one small, two tall - and walked back to Kosuke's room, where he found the little boy sharing a bedtime story as Atsumu got him under the covers.

“...but the monster tried to breath fire on them but then the middle blocker-”

“The middle blocker?” asked Rin, handing each of his boys a glass.

“Yeah, Papa, the middle blocker! He put his arms up and stopped the fire from burning them with his sleeve power. And then the setter-”

“There's a setter, too?” asked Rin.

He sighed dramatically. “Papa, of course there's a setter.”

“Obviously, Rin,” said Atsumu, grinning.

“Anyways, the setter pretended to be its friend and set a ball but he did a setter dump instead and the monster was so mad, his hair exploded! Then the hero came and spiked a million volleyballs at the monster's head and everything else ‘sploded and he saved the kingdom. The end.”

“That was a cool story!” said Atsumu.

“Yes, it was,” the little boy said nodding. Holding up his cup up, he said, “Kampai!”

“Kampai!” they both said, clinking his cup.

After finishing their milk, a trip to the toilet, and another story, Kosuke yawned deeply.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” said Atsumu, giving Kosuke a kiss on his forehead.

“Imma big boy,” he said sleepily.

Tucking him in and giving him a kiss, Rin said, “Good night, our big boy.”

“If the monster comes, I'll save you,” he said, as the little boy struggled to stay awake.

“Dontcha worry,” said Atsumu. “I ain't lettin’ any monsters come near ya, or yer sister or Papa. I’ll always keep y'all safe, I promise.”

“Okay,” he replied, before falling asleep.

Atsumu brushed his hair back before turning around to find Rin giving him the softest look.

“What's with the look?” he asked.

“Nothing,” said Rin, shaking his head, but the fond look remained.

He took one last look before closing the door, hearing the light snores.  He then took a quick peek into Himari’s room, where she was fast asleep, hugging her stuffed Fox tightly.  He leaned on the door frame and he looked at her affectionately.

“Our kids are amazing,” said Atsumu.

“Was there ever a doubt?” asked Rin, his chin on his shoulder.

“'Course not. They're our kids. No way they wouldn't be perfect.”

“I know they are, but we shouldn't let it get to their heads,” said Rin. “Plus, we don't want the twins to get jealous.”

“True,” he said nodding. “Not ta say my niece and nephew ain't great, cuz they're amazin’ in their own ways. I mean, they are related ta me, Miwa-nee and Haji-nii.”

He shut her door softly and turned around.  Glancing down, he licked his lips and rubbed Rin’s waist suggestively.

“Rude,” said Rin, rolling his eyes but he moved in closer. “My eyes are my best feature, you know.”

“I do,” he said, giving him a light kiss.

Rin pulled away and strutted back to their room. Standing in the doorway, he pulled his shirt off. “I want it slow.”

“Damn, my husband's sexy,” said Atsumu, licking his lip.

“Mine's okay,” he said winking, looking over his bare shoulder and slowly pulling down his waistband, giving a glimpse of a tattoo on his hip.

Seeing his name permanently etched on his husband’s body, his heart started fluttering, even though he had seen it countless times since Rin had gotten it on their first wedding anniversary.  He bent down and placed a chaste kiss on his hip.  Rin pulled him close and kissed him.  “Come on,” he whispered. “I'll make your dreams come true.”

"Ya already did," he whispered back, kissing each cheek and nose as Rin's face turned pink.

"You're such a sappy asshole," he said.

Atsumu chuckled, happy to know he could still make him blush.  Rin pushed him away lightly before making his way to bed.  Atsumu took a deep breath, thinking to himself how lucky he was.

[thestalwartheart]

Omg, those physical intimacy prompts are all so so good!! How am I supposed to choose one for you to write *insert actual display pic*

So imma be greedy and ask for 1) nose bops and 2) hugs that last longer than they should xD

Thankies and Happy Fest :D

Hello!

Here's your prompt fill for 'hugs that last longer than they should.' I tried to fit nose boops in here, but it seemed Too Much, and I also have a different idea for it.

Posted under the cut and on AO3. You might prefer reading it there as it's quite long (1326 words - I couldn't help myself).

Anyway, here it is! Enjoy 💖

put your arms around me (i'm shitfaced).

“Oh, I’m absolutely trolleyed,” groans Q, holding his head as he approaches his front door. Maybe if he keeps it steady enough, his brain with all its stupid thoughts will stay in his head, and he won’t say anything embarrassing.

Why did Bond have to be the one to get him home? As if the ramifications of drinking tequila with Moneypenny weren’t going to be torturous enough. He’s over thirty. His hangovers last two days. In fact, realistically, this one’s likely to last three. Doesn’t that seem like enough punishment without throwing James bloody Bond into the mix?

“I’d noticed,” says Bond conspiratorially.

He’s got his arm around Q’s waist now. It’s the size of a fucking tree branch. Ridiculous. How did they even get like that? He’s never once seen Bond use the gym, and surely it takes, what? About six hours a day lifting weights and doing that thing where you make the ropes move until they’re all squiggly—

“Battle ropes,” answers Bond, moving Q through the door like he weighs nothing. “Would you believe me if I said the job is exercise enough?”

“Absolutely not, don’t bullshit — oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. Did I say all that out loud?”

“Some of it. Did you not mean to?” Bond asks, looking far too amused. Q would be annoyed at it, but he really has got a very nice smile. The smile gets wider as soon as Q thinks it, and, oh, he’s going to stop thinking now, lest he say anything else that’ll have him handing in his resignation on Monday.

“Christ,” Bond laughs, “that last mission would have gone a lot easier if the target was this much of a lightweight.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Bond snorts. He deposits Q on the couch and disappears to the kitchen. “Not so witty when you’re blasted, are you?”

“You try being witty after six tequila shots.”

“Three at the most, surely,” Bond teases, handing Q a glass of water. “Though, to be fair, you were probably seeing double by then.”

Q gulps half the water in one go.

“You got there late, too,” he says around a silent hiccup. “You didn’t see the amount of drink Eve foisted on me before the shots.”

“Poured it down your throat, did she? Gave you absolutely no chance to refuse them?”

Q flaps out an annoyed hand in Bond’s direction. God, he hates when people make sensible arguments when he’s drunk. He hates it even more when they’ve got a stupid little smirk and sparkly blue eyes and a very nice shirt that’s got not one but two top buttons undone—

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Um, what?”

Bond rolls his eyes. “I want to make sure you don’t give yourself a concussion trying to get to bed.”

“Oh,” Q’s face is aflame. He hopes the alcohol making up half his bloodstream is a good enough excuse for it. “Upstairs.”

“All right. Finish your water, and I’ll help you up.”

“I don’t need help—” Q stumbles as he gets up from the couch. One of his traitorous little cats is right at his feet. "Oh, you twat!"

“Clearly. Come on.” Bond’s arm is back on Q’s waist as he guides him towards the staircase.

“I didn't mean that Marvin. You're not a twat, you're a darling.”

“Of course your cat’s named Marvin.”

“It’s ‘cause he’s paranoid,” mumbles Q, distracted by trying to make his feet work on the stairs.

Goodness, he really should give his cats more credit. They do this with four legs every day, bounding up and down like it’s nothing when it’s clearly extremely difficult. And toddlers! How on earth do they manage with their ungainly, chubby little legs? Oh, he really must call in and see the old 004 sometime. He can’t believe she’s got a baby now. Every agent should be able to retire and have babies. Or not, if that’s not what they want. Babies or fur babies, or furless babies. Whatever, they should all be able to retire and drink a million shots of tequila with Moneypenny and die because that’s what’s going to happen to Q if these stairs don’t ever come to a fucking end.

“God, you’re nothing but dead weight,” grunts Bond as they topple over the last. Q apologises, straightening up. The last of the journey to the bedroom is uneventful, and Bond looks around approvingly at Q’s decor before trying to manoeuvre him into his bed. They are right at the edge of it when Q feels an overwhelming urge to do something stupid.

“Wait, Bond.”

“What?” Bond’s still got his hand at Q’s waist.

Q shouldn’t, but Bond’s been so lovely and patient, and Q knows he won’t blab to anyone about this, except maybe Moneypenny, but he’ll likely be blabbing to her himself, so...

Q hugs him.

Bond’s arms settle around his back, warm and heavy. They squeeze with just the right amount of tightness to make Q sigh. Naturally, Bond is an excellent hugger. It’s unfair. People as good-looking and intelligent as him should at least have the decency to be bad at something. But no, he feels delightful pressed up against Q. And it's been a while since Q’s had a hug like this — a full-body affair that makes you want to weep with the comfort of it.

One of Bond’s hands plays with the curls at the nape of Q’s neck, and at some point, Q thinks — though he might already be dreaming — he feels Bond press a light kiss to the side of his neck.

He lost all sense of time about hours ago, so he can’t say how long they stay like that. All he knows is that he doesn’t want it to end, which is foolish. So foolish, because all things end, especially when James Bond is involved.

“Q,” Bond’s soft, deep voice in his ear brings him back to alertness.

“Hm? Sorry.”

“Don’t be. But I think you’re falling asleep.”

“Am I? Ah. That’s embarrassing.”

“More for me, I’d say.” He manhandles Q into bed with a soft smile. “I’ll do a better job of keeping you awake next time.”

“Presumptuous,” says Q. Or he thinks he says it. It’s probably little more than a useless set of consonants.

Bond laughs, pulling the blanket over him and patting Q’s hip like it’s all a job well done. “Goodnight, Q.”

“‘Night, James.”

In the morning, he wakes with more pressure in his head than the Marianas Trench. Of course, there’s also the embarrassment stinging at him like a physical thing. It’s too monumental to deal with, so he spends ten minutes cringing under his pillow before finally convincing himself to sit up. When he does, he finds a bottle of water on his bedside table, accompanied by a brand new packet of ibuprofen and a note with absolutely terrible handwriting. With his headache pounding at his brow, it takes Q whole, seemingly endless, minutes to decipher it.

Nipped out to get breakfast. Bringing back a full English, so I hope you’re not vegan. J.

Q laughs. It makes his whole brain hurt, but he doesn’t give a shit; he laughs until he snorts. Relieved beyond belief, he downs some ibuprofen and guzzles the entire bottle of water before he goes to have a shower. The water doesn’t even make a dent in his dehydration levels, which feels like the cruellest hit this morning has dealt him. Still, he feels he can deal better with it now that the crippling mortification has lessened a bit.

In truth, none of his usual hangover cures work quite so well as the knowledge that Bond is likely downstairs flipping bacon and sausages in Q’s tiny, cluttered kitchen. It’s an image Q can’t wait to see in reality, and he speeds through his shower to ensure he doesn’t miss it.

He wonders if he’ll get another hug. Maybe. Hopefully.

Last night’s didn’t feel long enough.

[imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend]

I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 3: The Bar

HI! I was so afk;sdlj to hear from you lovelies on my last chapter... you don’t even understand:)))

I'm probably taking this in a direction y'all weren't expecting but it's what I felt like in the moment. I hope you stick around to see where this story is going :) aka more smut to come but imma make you wait  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: The realization of what the reader has just done finally dons on her, and she becomes a bit overwhelmed

Warnings: swearing, am I writing how I, personally, would react??? 🤔🤔🤔

Words: 1.5k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 2

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You were exhausted. Despite the mind-blowing romp with Billy at the start of your shift, the rest of your night was a shit-show. There was a code blue and the patient didn’t make it. It wasn’t one of your own, but the loss is still always hard. You had to take on the other nurse’s patients while she dealt with the paperwork and debrief. You felt like you hadn’t sat down all night.

You had sent Billy a flirty response to his text, telling him that he better not stop thinking about you. He had sent a simple ;) but nothing else. That was okay with you. All you wanted to do was take a shower and sleep, and not think about what you had gotten yourself into.

When you got home, you stripped off your scrubs and turned on the water in your shower. You stayed under the warm spray for a few more minutes than you usually would. After you finished your shower, you looked at your body in the mirror. Little bruises from Billy’s hands bloomed on your hips, hickeys were scattered across your neck. You grinned as you traced a bruise by your jaw. You hadn’t had to deal with these suckers since college, and receiving them from a guy like Billy... well, it made your insides burn.

Before you could get too caught up in the memory, you decided it was time to go to bed. You threw on some comfy shorts and a long sleeve cotton shirt. You put on your eye mask to block the remaining light that your curtains couldn’t so you could try to catch some sleep.

***

When you woke up, you checked your phone for the time. It was around 1:30pm. You also had a text. From Billy. You turned your phone face down and stretched your arms over your head, trying to contain the grin that was taking over your face. When your excited heart rate slowed, you picked your phone back up and clicked on the text notification.

12:00pm Let me buy you a drink. You free at 8:30?

You bit your lip as your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

1:34pm Thought you were going to call me?

1:40pm Didn’t want to wake a sleeping beauty. I do know how hospital shifts work, little lady

You blushed. Over a text, you blushed. Why did this man make you feel this way?

1:41pm I told you that you were a nice guy ;)

1:45pm Is that a yes to drinks, then?

1:46pm I’m free. You felt good sending that text.

1:50pm I’ll pick you up. What’s your address?

Normally, you just walked, took a taxi, or the subway. Giving him your address, was that really smart? You were chewing on your lip as you debated your next text. You’d tell him, and you’d also tell your best friend what you were doing tonight. That way if anything went wrong... You doubted that it would, though. Billy seemed like a genuinely nice person.

So, you texted him the address of your apartment building, but not the room number. That was at least a little smart. Then you texted your bestie and let her know that you were going out on a date with a guy you didn’t know well but he seemed really nice. She sent you a bunch of surprised emojis, then said she’d expect to hear from you by midnight and if she didn’t, she’d call the cops, the FBI, homeland security. You shook your head at her drama.

You went through your day with excitement burning in your chest. After finishing with your dinner, you went to your closet to find something to wear. You were so nervous. All he’d seen you in were your scrubs, and those were far from flattering. You know he already found you attractive, and you normally didn’t show yourself off, but you wanted to snaz yourself up. You hadn’t gone out with anyone since college. You picked out your nicest black jeans, a red bodysuit, and your black leather jacket.

You anticipated at least some kissing, so you didn’t bother with more than tinted lip balm. You brushed on some eyeshadow and mascara, then covered the circles under your eyes. You debated covering up the hickeys, but decided against it. You thought it would be hot if he saw his marks on you. You knew he left them for people to see. You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You pulled on your black high-heeled ankle boots and grabbed your purse before you left your apartment.

You waited down in the lobby and checked your phone when it buzzed.

8:30pm The car’s out front. Black Escalade. My driver’s name is Jack. He’ll drive you to the bar

You frowned. 8:30pm You’re not with him? :(

8:31pm There was something that came up, but I’ll be waiting for you.

8:31pm Promise.

You sighed. 8:32pm Okay.

You exited your building and saw a man standing beside a black Escalade. He saw you approaching.

“Y/N?” He asked. You nodded. “I’m Jack. Mr. Russo sends his regrets, but he’ll meet you at the bar. Are you ready to go?”

You looked up and down the street before looking back at the young man. “Yes.”

Jack opened the back passenger door for you and you got in.

The drive was silent. You hated it. You felt so weird. This felt... practiced. Wrong. You frowned as you stared out the window. You suddenly became very overwhelmed. What the fuck was even happening right now? What were you doing?

When you got to the bar, you didn’t wait for Jack to open the door. You got out yourself and walked into the bar. You scanned the crowd for Billy. He was sitting at a high table against the wall across from the bar, and smiled and waved you over when he saw you.

You couldn’t seem to return his smile, but made your way over to him.

He stood up when you got to the table and reached for your hip. You let him pull you in to drop a kiss to your cheekbone. “You look absolutely stunning.” He whispered in your ear.

His voice was melting you, but you tried to hold your resolve.

He pulled your chair out for you and you sat down. Well, you’d put it as plunked. You plunked down, and crossed your arms over your chest.

He raised an eyebrow at you as he took his seat opposite you. “What’s the matter?”

Your eyes scanned his before you spoke. You couldn’t hold your tongue. “How many girls have you sent cars for?”

He looked stunned. “Excuse me?”

“How many times have you sent a car to fetch someone for you?” You asked coldly.

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t really think that concerns you.” His voice was dark.

“Doesn’t it? That felt so weird, Billy. Sitting in the back of that car, going to some undisclosed location.” Your voice betrayed you, sounding more hurt than you intended.

His face softened. “I wanted to keep the bar a surprise, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I can see why.” It was probably the fanciest bar you’d ever been in. Your arms tightened across your chest. “I just feel wrong.”

Billy’s eyes searched your face, observed your body language. “What happened to the fiery little lady from last night?” He asked gently.

Your shoulders sagged. “I don’t know. I’m not normally like that.” You rubbed your fingers across your forehead. “I still can’t believe that I did that, last night.”

“So, you regret it.” Billy slouched back in his chair. He looked defeated, and you didn’t like that.

You sat forward and reached across the table to touch his arm gently. “No, I don’t. I just think that I need to figure out what’s going on here before I get myself into trouble.” You said honestly.

“I can respect that,” he nodded.  

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Your past relationships or girls you’ve seen is none of my business. It was stupid of me to say anything.” You said sheepishly.

Billy took your hand and squeezed it. “It’s okay. But to answer your question, I’ve never sent a car for anyone. I don't think there are many girls like you, Y/N.” His eyes were so dark, you felt like they were consuming you.

You felt your cheeks flush now. “Oh.” You said absently.

“I won’t do that again, though. I’m sorry.” He said. He let go of your hand and you immediately missed the contact.

You shook your head in dismissal. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I never want to make you uncomfortable.”  

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Thank you.”

“You intrigue me, Y/N. I want to get to know you. How about we start there, and see where it goes?” Billy said.

You nodded, smile growing. “I’d like that.”

***

Author’s note: pleaseee let me know what you think :)

Chapter 4

[angryschnauzer]

Ok imma lil drunk rn but thats besides the point. Incant stop thinking about balconies. Back in my hoe~ing days I used to LOVE BALCONIES. And i cant stop.thinking about getting dicked donw by Henry on a balcony now

Darling, your wish is my command. Sorry this took so long

Room With A View

Summary: Whilst on holiday with Henry in Southern Italy, the sight of you on your hotel room’s balcony is just too much for Henry’s desires.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Biting, Unprotected Sex, Creampie.

I do not run a tag list, instead please follow @angryschnauzerwrites where all of my stories are posted as well. Masterlist got too big for tumblr so can be found on AO3

Resting your camera on the wall of the balcony, you looked over the gorgeous coastline as the sun was starting to set, the white walls of the town buildings shining bright in the oranges and pinks of the sky. A pollen drunk bee bounced from bloom to bloom on the bougainvillea vine that crept up the side of the building and around the balcony, and you watched as it slowly flew away. The warm breeze caressed the bare skin of your legs, your soft dress billowing in the wind as it moved gently around your thighs.

The sound of the shower shutting off brought your attention back to the present, a small smile forming as you thought to the leisurely day of shopping in the boutiques you’d done with Henry, followed by a rather impromptu game of basketball with some local kids in a courtyard when they’d recognised him and had invited him to show them a few moves. You had happily watched from the sidelines, after all your wedge sandals were hardly made for sports, but you had taken joy in seeing Henry work up a sweat despite his soft linen attire.

Upon your return to your hotel suite Henry had decided to take a shower before you went out for dinner, and as much as you’d have liked to join him, it would have taken you considerably longer to get ready afterwards, plus you wanted to get some shots of the sunset.

The view was stunning, snapping a few shots before glancing back at just the right moment to see Henry emerging from the small bathroom, towel tied dangerously low around his hips, skin still glistening as water droplets hung in his chest hair. You silently gnawed at your lip, squeezing your thighs together to try and stem the arousal that was rapidly growing between them, knowing that if you didn’t get the shots of the sunset at that very moment the sun would have set. You should however have known that they were going to be the last shots of the evening you would take, as seconds later his strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist and you felt his chest against your back;

“What’cha doing?” Henry’s deep voice held a timbre of mischief and before you could answer you felt his teeth nibbling against your bare shoulder. Leaning back against his firm body your ass nestled against his crotch and you could feel the tell-tale twitch that told you dinner plans were going to be later than expected. A deep hum of appreciation resonated through his chest, his hands slowly pulling your dress up as he started to fluidly rut his hardening length against your ass, his lips moving to your other shoulder where his sharp teeth started to playfully bite, the pressure increasing as he progressed.

Henry pulled his hips back just a little so he could lift your dress over your ass, a small whistle escaping his lips;

“You mean to tell me you’ve been walking around in this short dress with just this flimsy excuse for underwear on all day?” he hooked his finger beneath the elastic of your lacy thong, pulling it to the side before that same digit found its way to your lips. Another hum of appreciation rumbled through his chest as he found you wet, seeking out your clit and giving it a few circular strokes before trailing his hand down a little to push that finger into your velvet channel;

“Hmmmn, not quite ready for me yet”

Pulling his hand away he quickly spun you to face him, capturing your mouth for a fierce kiss before lifting you as if you weighed little more than a feather to let you sit on the stone surround of the balcony;

“Henry!” you hissed, knowing what he was planning as he quickly got to his knees. Those blue eyes sparkled like the sea that surrounded the peninsular, except there was far more danger in those eyes than the mediterreanan sea. Clinging to the edge of the stone wall you nibbled on your lip as he parted your legs and pressed soft kisses up your inner thighs, before taking hold of your underwear and with one swift tug snapped it at the gusset. His gaze only left yours as he took in your glistening petals, before the blue mischief was back upon you as his wide tongue swept through your folds. 

There was no way of being silent when Henry ate you out, his tongue was everywhere; wide and juicy, he didn’t hold back with his noises of appreciation at the feel and taste of you. For you your precarious position gave another element of excitement, and as you scrambled for something to anchor yourself on one hand found his still shower damp curls, the other grasped at the metal trellis beside you, the pink bougainvillea flowers resting against your hand as your fingers curled around the metal framework holding it up. The rub of his nose against your clit and the days stubble on your softest of skin helped to bring on your orgasm, his tongue deep within you as you soaked his face with your essence, the pleasure surging through you as he held you tight before pulling away just a little to grin at you. Sliding his hand between your legs he gently pushed two fingers inside you, before pulling them out and lifting them to your mouth;

“Taste how sweet you are”

Holding his wrist you took those fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself on his digits as you sucked at them. Looking down you saw how his towel had parted where his thighs were wide apart, his fat cock standing hard and proud from between the pristine white of the towel. With his fingers still in your mouth he stood and wriggled his hips just slightly to let the towel fall to the floor. Towering over you he made you feel tiny as you sat on the balcony wall, pulling his fingers from your mouth;

“Good girl. Now turn around and bend over”

There was no arguing or disagreeing, you wanted to do it and followed Henry’s firm command, gasping as he kicked your legs further apart and you felt the blunt tip of his weeping cock slide through your folds before catching on your empty hole. With a grunt he thrust into you, growling as your walls hugged his flesh so tight at the thick insertion parting your insides. 

“Oh fuck” you muttered, breathless as your body struggled to get used to being so full. No matter how many times the two of you had sex, each time felt like the first all over again, your body struggling to take his girth before it finally yielded and you felt pleasure like you’d never felt before.

Henry was a force of nature when he fucked you, the raw power in his body meant you had three orgasm’s for every one of his, your mind as fucked as your pussy would be from the amount of serotonin in your bloodstream where you would end up lust drunk afterwards. As he ploughed into your body you struggled to stifle the sounds of ecstasy bubbling from your lips, before with a grunt he pulled you flush with his chest, one hand wrapped around your ribcage as the other covered your mouth;

“So fucking good, your cunt feels so tight as you cum…” his teeth bit into your neck as his hips worked quickly, the pleasure pain signals hitting your brain drawing another orgasm from you as Henry started to chase his own. His hips slammed into your behind, the sound of flesh upon flesh making it painfully obvious to anyone within earshot what was happening on the shrouded balcony above them as they walked along the footpath below. Screaming into his hand you came again, and with one final thrust Henry pushed deep and you felt him release his thick load deep inside you. 

For the longest moment he just held you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders whilst still nestled deep within you, before he softened and pulled out, turning you in his arms to just hold you tenderly;

“Still want to go out for dinner tonight? Or would you prefer room service”

“Just give me a moment to clean up then we can try that seafood bistro we passed this afternoon”

A few moments later you had emerged from the bathroom having cleaned up best you could, adding a touch of makeup before stepping into the room and grinning at Henry as you shimmied out of the ruined panties and tossed them in the wastebasket in the corner. Grabbing your purse you smiled at Henry and hooked your arm through his as he paused;

“You don’t want to put replacements on?”

“Nope” you grinned at him, knowing the thought of you going commando would drive him insane for the whole meal.

“You wicked woman. We’re gonna need to get a table with a cloth on it so people can’t see my dick getting hard at the thought of your cum soaked pussy bare for me”

With a grin you pulled him out of the door, knowing it would be a quick meal and you’d be back fucking in the room sooner than you expected.

[dominimoonbeam]

Eavesdropping

Another little Davey/Angel fic! It’s also over on ao3 but Imma slap it up here too.

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“Are you sure he’s even into you?”

David hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but he stopped there just outside the kitchen door.

He and Angel had been dating for a few months when he met some of their friends. He liked them fine, mostly loud dorks like Angel. He’d been polite, he thought. Of course, he had been. Polite for him, at least. They’d had beers and snacks at Angel’s place while playing a boardgame. It had been a good night and was just going to the kitchen to check on them when that one gentle question stopped him in his tracks.

Angel laughed on the other side of the door. “What? You don’t like him?” they asked, sounding like that was unthinkable and sending something warm straight to his heart.

The friend sighed. “Not what I said. He’s great and hot, I get why you’re into him. It’s just…”

David’s lip curled but he managed not to snarl.

Angel laughed again, the seriousness of their friend’s worry sliding off of them. “Are you trying to say you don’t know why he’d stoop to dating me? Way to be a friend…”

The friend in question groaned. “You know that’s not what I’m saying. You’re great. He’s great. But he just doesn’t seem into you. In fact, he seems annoyed as hell with you…”

David cringed. He felt like he’d been punched—and that was something since he’d actually been punched and felt nothing a few times in his life.

“Don’t make that face!” the friend went on. “You’re obviously head over heels and I think maybe you’re making more out of this than it is. You’re not usually like this over guys and I don’t want to see you being crushed when you realize he doesn’t feel the same way.”

“Calm the fuck down,” Angel said and they were smiling around the words—David could hear it in their voice—but he could also hear some strain. Was that doubt? Or just discomfort? “He’s prickly. It’s cute.”

David would usually have taken offense to being called cute but right then he reveled in it. Cute was good. Cute was better than thinking he didn’t care.

“Or he just doesn’t like you.”

“He likes me.”

The friend was quiet for a beat and then conceded with a sigh. “Fine. Fine. I’m sorr—”

David walked in and they both froze. Angel looked annoyed until they turned to see him standing there, and then they lit up like it was impossible not to. Angel never withheld anything from him—all of that excitement and affection right there, unabashed and on display. “I think your friends want to go to a club.” Did that sound grumpy? It did. Of course, it did. He didn’t want to go to some stupid club full of drunk stupid people…

The friend brightened. “Oh! Yeah, there’s a new one around here!”

Angel stuck their tongue out and wrinkled their nose. “You guys go. I had work early and I’d probably fall asleep at the bar.” While they talked, they gravitated closer and closer to David. He hadn’t really thought about that before either. Angel was always next to him in a group, always there, bumping their shoulder to his chest until he folded an arm over their shoulders. He liked that. But did it look like he wasn’t interested? He didn’t give two shits how it looked to other people—but what if that idea was in their head now?

The group of friends got ready to head out, all the while trying to talk them into joining, but Angel made a show of yawning and looking increasingly exhausted. As soon as the last one left and the door clicked shut, they perked up and twisted under his arm, hands on his sides and head tipped back to look up at him. Fuck, they were beautiful—like a ray of light in a person. “Want to kill zombies?”

“Yes. In a videogame?”

They laughed and caught his hand, pulling him to the living room. They hadn’t even cleaned up after their friends, the dining table still littered in beer cans and empty chip bags. He bit back a remark.

Angel had gone to the absolute mess of a shelf by the tv and started digging around. He watched them for a minute. He sat on the couch when they put the game in and flicked off the lights, coming over to sit next to him and pushing a remote into his hands. David put the controller on the coffee table and before Angel could ask why, he grabbed them by the hips and lifted them, pulling them onto his lap. Angel eeped and then laughed, dropping their own controller onto the couch and settling hands on his chest, sliding up to his neck.

Angel kissed him, soft at first and then he deepened it, biting softly at their lips. He wished he could convey more without words, wished that the press of his body to theirs, the grip of his hand on their thigh and his tongue to theirs could explain how he felt—how much he wanted them, not just physically but in every way. He’d found comfort and happiness in them that he’d never expected to find anywhere. They had to know, didn’t they?

“Are you sure he’s into you?” the friend’s words chimed in the back of his head.

Angel had said they knew he did, but what if that question became doubt? What if they felt like he didn’t because of the way he talked? Because it did always look like Angel was the one chasing him—talking him into going out or doing things. Because he was always making fun of them or complaining. “Fuck,” he broke the kiss.

Angel blinked at him, lips swollen and hips still grinding gently against his. They grinned. “Don’t tell me you have an early shift and have to leave…”

He shook his head. “No. I…” He closed his eyes. Fuck.

Angel cupped the side of his face and stopped squirming in his lap. “What’s wrong?”

“You know, right?” He opened his eyes and they were staring back at him, brow pinched the way it did when they were confused. “You know…I…” Fuck! Why was this so hard?

Angel sucked a breath and then sighed, the crease in their brow gone. “You overheard that?”

“I didn’t mean to listen in, I just…” he groaned. This wasn’t the point.

“I’m sorry. They really didn’t mean to be a jerk. They were just—”

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m not angry.” He really wasn’t. He didn’t mind that their friend was worried about them. He minded that it might look like they had cause. “But you know that I…”

Angel’s worry vanished, washed away by a big stupid grin. Their eyes practically gleamed. “Yeah. I know. You’re crazy about me.”

David frowned at them. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Yeah, you would,” Angel smirked. “You’d go to the end of the world for me. You’re totally hooked.”

David had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from smiling. He didn’t think they had any idea how far he’d go for them, but he liked that they believed in his affection—that they knew it was there even if he wasn’t ready to figure out words for it. “Fuck you,” he said instead, some of that grin escaping to pull at one side of his mouth.

Angel curled their arms around the back of his neck, mouth close to his. “Okay.”

He growled happily and grabbed their thighs, standing up and wrapping them around his waist. They squeaked the way they always did when he picked them up. He loved that sound. Their mouth pressed to his, devouring and eager, and he walked blind down the hall toward the bedroom. He was going to make sure not to be quite such an asshole to them in front of their friends in the future—or maybe just balance it out with more public affection, something to make sure no one second guessed his interest. Though, as long as Angel never doubted it, everything was okay.