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babiemingoo · 4 years ago

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fantasy faire || yoon jeonghan

summary: [apart of the seventeen stars to the right series] jeonghan figures babysitting his niece at disneyland can’t be that bad, but it definitely gets better when he finds out you’re the cast member assisting his niece’s favorite princess, cinderella.

genre: fluff, cutie uncle!jeonghan || wc: 2.3k

a/n: yes I did take too long to post this and yes I did go overboard... i’m sorry

I’m definitely the only college kid that has to spend their Saturdays like this, Jeonghan thinks to himself for the second time that month. When he had spent all those nights in high school imagining the crazy parties and wild events he’d attend on his Saturdays in college, there was never any 4 year old niece involved, and definitely no Disneyland either. Yet here he was, his right pointer and middle fingers wrapped tightly around his niece’s hand as she tugs him towards the opening gates of the amusement park. Despite the fact that he did want to go out day drinking with his friends like normal college students did, he also couldn’t complain too much. A free year pass to Disneyland and getting paid just to spend the day with his niece every week? There’s worse things to do on a Saturday.

Still, Jeonghan curses his need for money in the back of his head when a mere 15 seconds after stepping into the park his niece won’t stop begging him to go to the Royal Hall, of all places. “Uncle Hannie pleaseee you told me last time that you’d let me meet Cinderella!” He tries not to groan at the way his niece looks up at him, eyes pleading and much too big for his dwindling resolve.

“Why do you want to go there?! Don’t you want to, like, ride Space Mountain or something?” Jeonghan complains to her as they walk down Main Street, wearing matching Mickey and Minnie Disney ears while weaving through the overwhelming crowds of families and couples.

His niece lets out a whine just as they pass some teenager asking her parents for pictures in front of the castle, “I want to meet Cinderella! She’s my favorite! Uncle Hannie pleaseee!” Her walking halts and she begins to stomp her feet in protest. “You’re such a meanie, you told me last time we came that we would see Cinderella and the time before that and the first time and-”

“Fine!” Jeonghan thought he was first at a lot of things in life, but his niece definitely has him beat in the whining and persistence departments, “We can go see Cinderella at the Royal Hall, but only once today okay? We’re not going over and over again.”

His niece pouts, but doesn’t complain further as she makes her way to the left where the hall was located. Disneyland was always fun - it was Disneyland - but Jeonghan wishes he could enjoy it to it’s full potential rather than being dragged around to visit people in costumes and watching the same shows over and over again.

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The boy watches as his niece makes small conversation with the cast member dressed as Ariel. They had to wait in line for 45 minutes to get into the meet and greet and his niece only looks half amused when the princess asks her if she’s met any new fish friends lately. Jeonghan doesn’t say much during their interaction aside from taking a few pictures to show his aunt later and thanking the cast members for their time.

Almost immediately after Ariel bids her goodbyes, the little girl goes taking off around the corner, calling out a, “Cinderelly Cinderelly!” in excitement. Jeonghan rushes to keep up, and right as he rounds the corner himself he sees his niece happily jumping into the arms of the woman dressed in blue.

He already knows this is going to take twice as long as Ariel’s meet and greet did; his niece is already spewing off about how she wants her own castle with a mouse named Gus Gus and a carriage shaped like a pumpkin. With a slight puff Jeonghan makes his way to stand next to the cast attendant with Cinderella and for the first time today it’s his heart that goes pumping with excitement.

You stand next to the pillar with a smile watching the interaction between the princess and Jeonghan’s niece. You loved your job of attending to the princesses at the Royal Hall - the way a few magical minutes in someone’s day always makes the tiring hours more than worth it. You beam as Jeonghan’s niece claps her hands while speaking to Cinderella, questioning her on whether or not the King and Queen of the kingdom forced her to eat broccoli, too.

Since starting your job at Disneyland, there were many days where you and your favorite coworker would talk after a shift to discuss the cute guys that would funnel in and out of the parks. Turning to look at the man who came into your area with the little girl, you knew today would be one of those days. “Is she your sister?” You decide to ask, you know, for good measure. He technically looked old enough to have a child around the girl’s age, but you learned the hard way it’s better not to assume.

“Niece,” He answers with a small smile once he settles next to you. Jeonghan lets a few moments pass as he watches his niece happily bounce next to the princess, but in the corner of his eye he’s watching you. You were probably one of the cutest people he’s ever seen - if not the cutest. Knowing he only has a limited amount of time before the family on the other side of the wall moves on to get their meeting with Cinderella, the man attempts to strike up a conversation, “My sister makes me bring her to Disneyland every Saturday.”

“Every Saturday?!” Your eyes get wide, turning to fully face the man, “Did you have to buy an annual pass for that?”

“Nah, they pay for it.” The boy decides to face you completely in response while rubbing his fingers together, “My sister married well.” For a split second he wonders if he should’ve lied and said he did pay for it all himself - to impress you or something.

Your mouth opens to reply, but you’re quickly distracted when you catch the two girls posing for a picture. Despite your desire to talk to the cute guy, you know you’re technically still on the clock, so you cut the conversation in favor of taking pictures of his niece with her favorite princess. Jeonghan decides to do the same and pulls out his phone for pictures, but really, his attention is on you the entire time.

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When his niece first begged to meet Cinderella, Jeonghan fully prepared to tell her every week following that they can’t go the Royal Hall for whatever made up reason and somehow convince her to go on a ride instead.

However, with the thought of you, the cute cast member replaying on his mind like a loop, he doesn’t complain for a second when his niece asks to see the princess in blue. In fact, it’s become a habit to head straight to the left whenever they enter the parks. Sometimes Jeonghan even takes his niece through the meet and greet twice if she behaves well (but she doesn’t really have to do anything. He just wants an excuse to see you again).

With their new routine in play, you and Jeonghan become more and more familiar with each other. You learn each other’s names, where the two of you go to school, and even things as in depth as Jeonghan’s love for basketball and the story of how you came to work for Disney. He figures out that your shift ends at 3pm every Saturday and he always seems to make it at least once before you’re off. Coming to Disneyland goes from babysitting his niece to borderline using the little girl as an excuse to talk to you. The bond you two create is simple, and definitely unexpected from your job of working with families and couples more often than not, but it’s special; even magical in a way.

So when Jeonghan’s niece makes a move to go right instead of left one Spring Saturday, Jeonghan nearly gets whiplash, “What are you doing? Don’t you want to go to the Royal Hall?”

To his surprise, the little girl shakes her head and points towards Tomorrowland, “Can we try Space Mountain instead?”

For once in his life, Jeonghan is rendered speechless. His niece never turned down an opportunity to go see her favorite princess. He does nothing but blink at her for a bit, trying to understand her sudden fixation with the opposite end of the park, until he’s pulled back to reality by her tugging on his hand again, “Do you want to see Cinderella later, then?”

Jeonghan’s okay with going on the ride first - as long as they get into the Royal Hall by 3pm. “No,” His niece suddenly answers and the boy can only imagine how high his eyebrows raise, “I don’t really like Cinderella anymore.”

“You what?!” Jeonghan drops down to the girl’s eye level to shake her shoulders dramatically, “What do you mean you don’t like Cinderella?! She’s your favorite!”

“Not anymore, I watched Frozen yesterday and Elsa’s dress is prettier. She’s my favorite now!” He’s sure this could go in a Youtube compilation of Top 10 Anime Betrayals, “I wanna go see Elsa today instead!”

“Screw Elsa!” Jeonghan forgets for a second just where he is, catching a middle aged mom in the corner of his eye covering her daughter’s ears. Clearing his throat and bringing his tone down, he continues, “You like Cinderella, okay? When we get back to your house later tonight we can watch all the Cinderella movies and I’ll even buy you a doll today! But we're not going to see Elsa! We’re seeing Cinderella!”

The small girl, as expected, isn’t very happy with his demands. She begins to stomp and whine like that first day he took her to meet the princess, and although she got the best of him that time, it’s not happening today. “Why can’t we see Elsa?!”

“Because-” Jeonghan pauses to bring his voice down once again, “Cinderella’s friend is really, really cute, okay? And Uncle Hannie really wants to get their phone number. So, we’re going to see Cinderella and later on when Cinderella’s cute friend doesn’t have to work anymore we can go see Elsa, I promise.” With his pinky stretched out, he’s hoping his explanation suffices. His niece was young and maybe she won’t understand just how desperately he wants those two or three minutes with you every week; but it’s worth a shot.

For a second, she does nothing but stare at his outstretched hand, almost as if she’s weighing her options. Then, with a small smile, she lifts her small hand to meet his and hooks their pinkies together, “Okay.”

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Today, Cinderella is placed at the end of the Royal Hall, and Jeonghan’s sure that his niece knows exactly what she’s doing when she nearly flies through the first two princesses with little to no conversation. He decides not to point it out though, and just goes through the routine of taking a picture and thanking the workers.

Jeonghan wonders how the interaction between his niece and Cinderella will go; will she pretend to be interested? Will she tell Cinderella that she’s found a new favorite? Or, worst of all: will she take nearly no time with the princess, and Jeonghan will be forced to talk to you for less than a second before having to leave?

Surprisingly, his niece does none of the three. Without even sparing Cinderella a glance, she immediately marches over to you standing in your usual spot against the pillar and says, “My Uncle thinks you’re cute.”

Silence. Jeonghan, despite being a naturally confident guy, doesn’t know what to do when you look up from his niece with an amused smile. Even Cinderella seems to lose character for a few moments when she slaps her hand over her mouth to conceal her laugh. Before Jeonghan can open his mouth to redeem himself, you look back down at his niece, “Oh? Does he?”

“Yes! I told Uncle Hannie I wanted to meet Elsa today but he made me come here because he said you’re really cute and he wants your phone number,” The girl replies and Jeonghan wonders where kids learn this stuff. “Can you give him your phone number so I can see Elsa now?”

Jeonghan sighs. This would happen to him. It’s probably karma for using his innocent niece as a way to talk to you. What is he even supposed to say now? Breaking into an awkward smile, he grabs his niece by the shoulder and shrugs, “Uh, kids, right?” Damn kids.

You laugh for a few seconds before lowering down to his niece’s level and grinning at the girl, “Tell your Uncle, that I think he’s really, really cute,” You spare a glance at the man briefly, “And that I’m flattered he’d like to get my phone number. But it’s against the Disneyland rules for me to give it to him.”

Of course it is, he thinks to himself. Leave it to the happiest place on Earth to ruin his chances with you. Jeonghan’s about to nod in understanding and motion for his niece to (very quickly) finish her meet and greet and he can stuff his face with churros for the rest of the day. But before he can make any sort of moves you continue, “However… If you and your Uncle were to see me at the castle around 3:30 after my shift today… I’m sure Mickey wouldn’t mind, right?”

“He wouldn’t!” His niece answers happily before jumping up and down, facing Jeonghan to say, “Can we see Elsa before then?!”

Chuckling (mostly to mask his sigh of relief and excitement), Jeonghan nods and points to Cinderella across the room, “Finish saying hi to Cinderella and I’ll take you to meet Elsa right after this.”

The little girl squeals in happiness before running over to the woman in blue, who he knows is giving him a knowing look. Jeonghan fits into his spot next to you, whispering through a smile, “So… churros at 3:30 then?”

You beam at him, nodding, “It’s a date.”

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rosypalmsdaughter · 4 years ago

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Naughty Or Nice

It's the night before Christmas and I am awake.

I am standing in the corner of my bedroom, facing the wall, my hands clasped behind my head.

I wonder if it's time yet and release my left hand to glance at my watch. The smart display glows as I tilt my wrist.

23:51

I have not been instructed to stand here, nor to wear the sensible flannel pyjamas which smell of detergent. I have not been instructed to move the high-backed wooden chair from behind my desk and into the centre of the floor.

I have done these things because over time I have sensed that they are what is expected. On other nights I might throw my discarded clothes onto that chair, I might carelessly scatter my belongings over the floor or climb naked into bed. On some nights I might tumble, giggling and tipsy with a partner between the sheets with no intention of sleeping.

But on this night of the year I stand in the corner; sober, pyjama-clad, and alone. And the chair waits behind me.

I shuffle my feet and glance again at my watch.

23:52

I let out a puff of impatience. I know that time passes differently on this night but I have never got used to this waiting. Each Christmas Eve, wherever I am in the world I set up my room, take up my position, and try to keep my mind focused on what's written on this year's page. I try to keep my thoughts appropriately contrite but I am distracted by the butterflies in my stomach and the dampness between my legs.

The only time I did not keep this nervous vigil was the very first time.

23:53

I was not a badly behaved child. More often than not my parents would have cause to glow with pride when my teachers informed them I was 'a pleasure to teach'. My occasional indiscretions were minor; detentions for lateness, talking in class, new school shoes ruined after an ill-judged shortcut through the playing fields. These were invariably met with a loving admonishment and sometimes a warning from my father that I would have earned a place on Santa's naughty list. But there was a twinkle in his eye and I was never in any doubt that on Christmas morning I would be unwrapping presents neatly labelled 'From Santa' - in my mother's handwriting.

And so the issue of discipline and punishment never really came up. For me that was something largely encountered in the safely remote realm of fiction. My parents were easygoing and I liked behaving well, I liked making them happy.

Until one day, whilst shopping with my mother for a new school uniform for the Autumn term, we both heard raised voices in the shop. The argument was between a middle-aged woman and her daughter who looked a little older than me. The girl was arguing for a shorter school skirt and her mother was flatly refusing

"You're so old fashioned, Mum!" she whined, "None of the teachers care how long it is anyway, I'm the only one who wears this stupid thing!" and she gestured with disgust at the skirt in her hand.

I saw her mother purse her lips and say

"You're not too old, you know..."

The girl rolled her eyes, shoved the skirt back onto the rack and turned to stalk away, but before she could, her mother caught her by the elbow and spun her daughter around to deliver three smart slaps to her bottom.

The girl's eyes widened in shock and she opened her mouth to protest but then caught her mother's expression and instead mumbled an apology.

After the pair paid for the sensible skirt and left - the girl's face now pink with embarrassment - my mother shook her head and said

"That poor girl!"

But I wasn't listening. My heart was racing and I felt as if an electric shock had gone through me. I didn't pay any attention as we completed our shopping. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. It was as if the world had shifted slightly, suddenly I knew that if I misbehaved it was possible I might have my bottom smacked. The idea was astonishing even if I knew that my parents would never dream of doing it. I realised that I wasn't alarmed by the notion, I was excited.

Lying in bed that night I played those few seconds in the shop over and over again in my mind. I imagined that that stern woman was my mother instead.

"You're not too old..."

For a spanking. That was the implied end of that sentence, wasn't it? You heard it sometimes said in old films but it almost never actually led to one.

A spanking! That was the unspoken word which had sent the electric shock through me. Suddenly it seemed like the most thrilling word imaginable.

I had witnessed a real-life spanking.

Except, I hadn't really, had I? Three smacks over her jeans, the girl had probably hardly felt anything. I wondered if I would I have felt it, if I was in fact her daughter? If the slaps hadn't stung and I had snapped a retort to my mother would I have been escorted from the shop without completing our purchase? Would she have gone straight home to give her naughty daughter a proper punishment? Perhaps she even had a sturdy wooden hairbrush at home to deal with defiant girls...

As my mind wandered I felt a new throbbing ache between my legs. Almost without thinking I slipped my hand into my knickers and found that my lips had become swollen and slick. My fingers slid easily between my folds and I instinctively I began to slowly rub as my mind turned back to this daydream. Surely, I thought, my mother, my stern, sensible mother wouldn't abandon the shopping just because of my lack of self-control? Perhaps instead she would glance around the shop and pull me firmly towards the small changing area in the corner. Inside is a small stool and surely she would sit on this before tugging my jeans down to my knees.

My fingers rubbed more urgently.

There is no door on the changing cubicle, only a grey curtain, so all the other shoppers would clearly hear my protests as my mother pulled me over her knee and they would hear equally clearly the smacks and squeals as she began spanking me.

I ground my hips backwards and forwards against my slippery fingers as my pulse thumped in my ears.

As the crisp sound of my mother's hand against my bottom continued, interspersed with my yelps all the shoppers would shake their heads and think "What a naughty girl!"

And at that thought I felt a powerful spasm wash over me in crashing waves as I climaxed over my sticky fingers.

23:54

That was the first time I realised how pleasurable my own body could be and from that moment in my mind that shuddering explosion of joy was inexorably linked with the act of spanking.

I had not ever really thought about spanking before but now it was a deep, obsessive interest. From then onwards I harboured fantasies of misbehaving in public and then being hauled over the knee of a no-nonsense authority figure who would give me the swift, firm spanking I craved. This didn't seem such an outlandish idea now, especially when the old books and comics I owned seemed to be full of young protagonists getting their bottoms' whacked for even the most minor rule-breaking. But in time I realised that even if that had ever had been a reality it certainly wasn't going happen to me in this time and place.

As I got older I eventually worked up the courage to search online and I found certain proof that I was not alone in my interest. I watched video after video of bottoms being firmly smacked as I kept one of my hands in my knickers and the other poised, ready to close the webpage at the slightest noise from my parents. But even as I watched these videos I knew that this wasn't a mainstream obsession. My friends were beginning to date and experiment and I knew none of them were touching themselves at night over the idea of smacked bottom.

And so time passed, and although I did dip a toe into the waters of teenage rebellion - I once stole lipstick from the supermarket, tried throat-burning vodka at a 16th birthday party, sneaked into an X-rated film with friends- I was always too anxious of really being caught and letting my parents down so I covered my tracks meticulously.

And I knuckled-down, got good exam results, and celebrated my eighteenth birthday in the knowledge that the following year I would be going away to a good university. And I had come to the decision that while the people in the videos I watched might have found someone to share this interest with that I would never, ever speak about it to anyone. Perhaps one day I might find a partner I was attracted to in a normal way and maybe they would indulge me with a few slaps on the bum when we had sex. I told myself that I must try harder to be normal. But try as I might to dismiss my fantasies I knew I craved something deeper, forbidden. On late nights when my family had gone to bed it was the same old thoughts which would have me stifling my moans as my fingers worked quickly beneath the bedsheets.

23:55

That year. That first Christmas Eve, long after I should have gone to bed, I found myself wiping away tears as I sat, looking out of my window at the night and contemplating my lonely obsession. I felt sure I would always have a hollow, unfulfilled part of my soul. And I felt equally sure I was ridiculous for feeling that way. As I watched a satellite sail slowly across the night sky I thought of sleigh bells and laughed bitterly. Trying to shake myself out of this mood I grabbed a notepad, festively bordered with green holly and wrote the words which seemed to be burned into my heart.

I want to be spanked long and hard on my bare bottom

I stared at the words. Written out they seemed ridiculous, either comic or perverse. I wanted to get rid of them at once but throwing it in the bin didn't feel enough; even if I scrunched it up or ripped it to pieces the words would still be there, indelible. I jumped to my feet, the note clutched in my hand and crept down the stairs to the kitchen. There, in one of the drawers I found the box of safety matches and I unlocked the back-door. By the dim light of the moon I skirted around the bowl of water and carrot left out by my parents who were never ones to abandon tradition. My breath condensed in sparkling clouds in the cold night air. I fumbled for a moment and then struck a match, it flared brightly and then started to die-back in the breeze. Quickly I touched the corner of the note to the flame which licked at the paper and then caught. Within seconds the words had been obliterated and I had to drop the page as the heat became too intense. It flared like a lantern and then blew out, a blackened skeleton of the paper drifted to the ground and the amber glow around the edges was fully extinguished by the wet ground. I peered closely- it was destroyed. I sighed and shook my head at my own idiocy and then checked my watch.

23:56

I put the matches away and crept back upstairs and into my room.

He was there, sitting on my bed.

I didn't cry out. I wasn't even surprised. Who else would it be?

He didn't look anything like the man in the drinks adverts or the children's books. His suit was red and lined with white fur but it was the dark red of hot blood dripping on snow. He was not an old man and yet his eyes held millennia. He was not jolly.

I was in awe but I was not afraid. I have never trusted anyone more.

I unstuck my tongue from the roof of my dry mouth and whispered

"You got my note"

"Yes" He nodded, eyes piercing. His expression was unfathomable. He reached into a pocket, I expected to see my scrap of paper but he instead drew out a leather-bound book.

"Do you know what this is?"

I shook my head but felt unable to look away from it. He beckoned me towards him and held out the slim volume for me. As I took it I saw that my name was embossed on the front, I glanced at him for permission and he nodded.

"You may open it"

I gasped as on the first page I saw, in my own handwriting, words I had never written

I must not take pleasure in the punishment of others

I read and re-read those words, my heart thumped and blood seemed to be rushing between my legs. I turned the page but it was blank, the rest of the book was empty.

23:57

"You know to what it refers" he said, his voice stern.

I thought briefly of the hundreds of girls I had watched online squealing and kicking while I had sat pleasuring myself. But looking into his face I knew that wasn't the answer.

"The girl in the shop" I replied, feeling the enormity of the admission. He nodded, solemn.

"And you know what happens now, don't you?"

I knew, I had known from the moment I saw him but how on earth could I say it out loud? I felt the book slip slightly under my sweaty palms as I gazed at him and implored mutely. But he continued to regard me levelly, expectant. I felt my face burning as I finally whispered

"Please... would you... spank me, long and hard... on my bare bottom?"

23:58

"Of course I will" he replied and I felt a rush of relief. He took the book from my hands and placed it, open, on my bedside table. He then took my hand and guided me over his knee. I felt my weight settle onto his lap and his palm come to rest on my bottom.

"Wait!" I gasped, suddenly aware "My parents!" I tried to get up but he held me in place.

"They won't hear" he assured me and he slowly moved his hand over both my buttocks. The nightie I was wearing had ridden up my thighs and I realised I didn't know which knickers I had on. I tried to twist around to see but again he held me firmly.

"You have been waiting a long time for this" he said and with that I felt his hand leave my bottom. I had a brief, electric frisson of fear and then he brought it back down with a muffled thwack. The first few slaps were not really painful but I still jolted at each steady smack. It didn't take long for it to start to sting and as it got worse I began wriggling, this made my nightie ride up until he was smacking me over my knickers. The pitch of the blows now changed to a slapping noise I recognised well from my internet forays as the sound of a naughty girl getting her bottom spanked.

The stinging was getting more and more intense and I began to kick despite my best efforts. He paused and rubbed my hot bottom. I moaned and realised that as well as the pain in my bottom there was also the all-too familiar throbbing ache elsewhere.

He pulled my thighs apart and ran a finger over the damp cotton.

"I think it's high time these came down, don't you?" he said. I tried to reply but only moaned once more as I felt him pull my panties down and I felt the cool air rush over my hot bottom and puffy wet lips. I craned my neck and saw my pale pink knickers fall to between my ankles, a large dark pink blotch betraying my arousal. Before I had time to fully contemplate this humiliation he had resumed spanking me. The slaps were firmer and more frequent now and though I yelped and grabbed at his leg he continued steadily spanking my increasingly sore bottom. I gasped and instinctively reached back to protect myself from the onslaught.

"You know exactly why you are in this position, don't you?" he said calmly as he caught my hand and held it at my waist. He administered a few smart smacks to the backs of my thighs and I squealed and kicked. He paused again.

"You knew just how naughty you were being, didn't you?" He launched a volley of smacks that left me gasping, my bottom burning. Suddenly he once again parted my legs, I felt my knickers stretch between my ankles as I spread them wider for him. My inner thighs were now slick with my own excitement. I felt his fingers cup my hot, yearning pussy and I almost cried out with desire.

"You know only a very naughty girl would get this wet during her spanking" he said and again I moaned and instinctively arched my back, trying to push his fingers against my aching clit. Suddenly the hand withdrew and then came back with a smack. It was not a hard smack but my pussy felt so sensitive that it made me yelp.

"I can see it's going to take some time to deal with all your naughtiness" he said and delivered a final flurry of firm smacks.

Then suddenly he set me on my feet and led me back to the corner, I automatically placed my hands behind my head and stood, breathless, and shaky, shifting from foot to foot. The air played over my blazing bottom, cooling my wet pussy and thighs. I desperately wanted to soothe my bottom with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other but I bit my lip and kept my hands in place as I swayed and stared at the wall. There was no noise apart from my panting and I had started to wonder if he was still there when I heard his voice again

"You can turn around now". I did so, legs still wobbly. It wasn't until then, as I stood across the room from him, naked from the waist down that I felt the urge to cover myself.

He smiled for the first time.

"Come here" and he beckoned me to sit on his lap. He rubbed gently at my tender bottom and held me to him. I sighed.

"You know you had earned that spanking don't you?" I nodded. Now, for the first time I felt tears pricking in my eyes. "And you know you've earned more, haven't you?" For one wild moment I wanted to contradict him, to deny I'd ever wanted or done anything to deserve a spanking but instead I swallowed, looked at him, and nodded again.

"I'm sorry, I really am" My throat felt constricted.

"I know you are" he said, squeezing me to him.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bad girl!" it came out as a sob.

"No, no" he soothed, rubbing my sore bottom again "I’ve seen it all, remember? I see the good and the bad. I've seen how hard you've worked and all the generous, kind-hearted things you've done. You're not a bad girl" he wiped a tear from my cheek "You're a very good girl who at times does some very naughty things. But you've had your punishment for this year and now I think it's time for your reward"

And as he said it he gently guided me this time over just one knee, my upper body resting on the bed. He hand moved over my hot bottom and back between my legs.

"Do you want your reward for being a good girl?" he asked

"Oh, yes please!" I breathed and then whimpered as his fingers slid between my lips and up to my clit. He rubbed firmly back and forth and - much too quickly - I felt the pressure build until a tipping point was reached and then passed and I bucked and squirmed and gasped as the climax rocked me. He kept me cupped in his hand until the aftershocks had died away.

"Good girl" he repeated and pulled his hand away. "Why don't you go and clean yourself up". I tottered out to the bathroom to mop up the mess. My face was flushed and glowing in the mirror and my eyes shone. I stood on tiptoes and craned my neck to see my buttocks painted a deep, satisfying pink. I grinned. By the time I returned to my room he had gone. I looked at the clock and saw it had somehow only just reached midnight.

23:59

I didn't know for sure if he would be back the next year. Sometimes I thought I must have dreamed the whole experience but one thing gave me hope, the book, my book, was still there and now, underneath those words:

I must not take pleasure in the punishment of others

Was written in a new, bold hand

Disciplined 24th December-

and the year written after.

I checked the book regularly as the months passed, as I moved out to my university lodgings and discovered a new me I hardly recognised. The words on the page always stayed stubbornly the same but by then I thought I knew how this might work.

And sure enough, on Christmas Eve, at ten minutes to midnight the following year, on the next page appeared in my handwriting the words

"I must not let my belongings get dirty and untidy"

For a second even while I felt the thrill of knowing he was coming I felt a stab of disappointment. Untidiness felt like a very prosaic crime compared to the shocking confession the year before, but then I realised what this meant. He had of course been watching always, every single time I had been careless or lazy or thoughtless, every instance when, if I lived in some other time I might have received a quick smack. I was going to get a proper, long punishment for all of them now!

And so I did, and every year a new wrongdoing is revealed and then dealt with. There is no way of predicting what the offense will be and the punishment varies too. One year I was slippered for lying, another I got the cane for stealing, but whichever punishment is meted out, the reward is always the same.

Years have passed and I am a long way from the lonely girl who wrote that note on her windowsill. Over time I have grown in confidence and found wonderful people to share my obsession with.

But all the same, this deepest of secrets I have kept to myself. Each year I have made my excuses and taken up my position in my room, in the corner, on my own.

I don't know if the book is still taking note of what I do now or whether the transgressions are all set in stone, frozen from the night I made my wish. In any case I try every year to be good, but not too good.

Just in case.

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msiopao · 4 years ago

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The One With Koo Koo’s Little Munchkin

pairing: jungkook x nobi (ft. uncle bangtan)

summary: nobi’s brother lets her babysit her niece but her and jungkook don’t really know how to take care of a baby

if she was warned of the disaster and the regret that would happen later, nobi would’ve never let that baby enter her home.

it all started when kazuki, her older brother, needed someone to look after his daughter since him and his wife were going overseas for a week-long medical conference. unfortunately, the grandparents were also out of the country since the youngest child, maiya, had a chess tournament in China and needed her guardians.

that only left him with his other sister, sakura, or most commonly known to the world as Nobi of BTS.

with the ring of cellphone and the familiar ringtone dedicated just for her oldest sibling, nobi placed the washing gloves down and retrieved the phone that was on the counter to squish it between her ear and shoulder.

“welcome to chili’s, how may I help you?”

a burst of laughter from the other side caused a smile on her face. “table for 4, please!”

she froze, “WHAT!? HANA IS PREGNANT!? AGAIN!?”

“WHAT!? NO! IT’S FOR THE DOG! WOONGIE THE DOGGIE!”

a relieved sigh passed through her, “dear asahi, please don’t scare me like that again.”

“i mean... my favor might?”

with that sentence, nobi should’ve declined and hung up without a second thought. but as the loving and dependable little sister she was, she pressed farther and asked what for.

“you see... hana and i need to go to germany for some conference and we can’t take nanako since we’ll be in workshops all day. ma and pa are with maiya in China for chess so it only leaves you.”

“wOW, i’M the lAST rESoRt?!” An outraged yell from her caught the attention of jin, jungkook, and jimin, who were lounging in the living room.

“please, kura,” he begged and she sighed. “you love nanako, don’t you? besides! jungkook’s there and i trust him, so you have someone for help!”

“i haven’t even seen the kid since she was born not even a year ago. and jungkook’s a man-child.”

“but you still like her. and him.”

“eh, if she’s 50% of you then maybe i don’t. and he’s a handful already so adding an actual baby will be a pain.”

“kura! please!”

the loud voice from her sister-in-law made her cringe and back her ear away. jungkook is familiar with the voices in her phone since he roomed with her and she called her brother and his wife often.

“please take care of nanako!” she yelled and hung up, not even giving nobi time to protest.

nobi cursed under her breath and finished putting the last plate on the rack before wiping her hands and walking over to join the rest. jungkook scooted to the side so she could sit next to him and she curled up on his side since he opened up his right arm.

“what’s up?” jin asked as he placed an UNO wild card on the table during the heated match the boys had.

“kazuki wants me to take care of his brat,” she complained. “didn’t even give me any say in it.”

“ah, it’s okay! jin-hyung knows how to take care of them!” jimin reassured, not looking up from his 5 cards.

“um, not really?” the oldest asked unsurely.

“how old is the kid?”

“she’s turning one in 5 months.”

“aren’t you happy kazuki finally settled down, though?” hobi’s question made her shrug.

“i mean, the parents have been bugging him since he turned 23 to find a girlfriend. the guy married his first ever girlfriend and had a kid with her!” she exclaimed. “to be honest, i really thought he was paying her to act as his lover but apparently not!”

“can you imagine being so desperate to buy a fake girlfriend?” yoongi mumbled making her laugh.

“use that one,” nobi nudged yoongi with her toe pointing to the card. “also, jin-hyung didn’t change any of our diapers.”

“but wouldn’t a baby be easier than raising 4 teenagers?” namjoon said and nobi looked up from jungkook’s chest.

“well, i guess it won’t be that bad if i have help.”

“speak for yourself,” yoongi mumbled to which she playfully jabbed his side.

“anyways. if their kid goes missing, it’s not my fault because i was forced in this situation.”

jungkook tightened his arm around her. “think of this as a trial-run, bub. since you never took care of your sister, you don’t really know if you’re good with kids or not. maybe you’re like the ultimate mother master.”

she giggled, “nah. suffering 9 months for a demon and being responsible for it for 18 more years? can’t even handle myself.”

...

true to her word, nobi really can’t look after herself, much less with a kid. the doorbell rang meaning they were outside and had the little demon to take care of waiting. she tripped over some of kook’s shoes on the floor and she stubbed her toe against the door frame in a hurry to answer the door.

when kazuki dropped off his baby girl, nobi begrudgingly took the carrier from hana’s hands and snarled when kazuki sent an victorious smile.

“it’s only for 7 days, kura.”

“you know what could happen in those 7 days?! anything can happen in that time period! i wrote an entire album in a week! what’s to say i won’t do something to the brat!” her whines made kazuki roll his eyes before thumping her on the forehead.

“you big dummy,” he mused. “it’ll be fine. besides, hana put in about 7 pages of instructions there for you just in case.” she followed his finger that was pointing to the bag on her arm.

“honestly, are you my brother?” she asked, irritated. “since when do you see me reading instructions?”

“when you’re handling a tiny human and you won’t have anyone there to help you. that’s when.”

the boys were huddled around the carrier in the middle of the parlor, absolutely smitten with chubby cheeks of the baby and the little puffs of air she let out. sleep was heavy on her and her tiny fist clenched the baby blue blanket that her mother knitted her.

nobi was sorting out the baby powder and the nappies at the kitchen while jungkook squeezed some of the milk on his arm to test the temperature. he had assembled a crib in their room earlier and she placed all of the clothes into an emptied drawer that used to house her socks.

“sakura! how could you hate this little angel?!” jin squealed.

“hyung! too loud!” jungkook chided and nobi laughed.

“she looks too much like maiya.” her answer didn’t reach the others ears since no one reacted. she leaned her hip against the island and crossed her arm, amused and watching the boys get hypnotized by nanako.

“can you believe a little munchkin, not even a year old, has all the members of bangtan wrapped around her tiny finger?” jungkook asked from behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

nobi leaned against his chest, “well, the guys love kids in general. even she has yoongi-hyung’s attention, the attention that is reserved only for his baby Holly.”

jimin saw nanako flutter her tiny eyes open and watched it widen at the sight of 6 unfamiliar faces. she must’ve been frightened at the foreign surrounding and the lack of her mother and father only added to the fear. soon, her wails filled the previously quiet dorm and the boys panicked.

“oi! eomma! appa! your baby is crying!” tae shouted and nobi rushed over from the nappies, kneeling quickly and hovering over the carrier.

“hello, darling,” she cooed. “have a nice nap?” nanako didn’t respond but her cries did quiet down a bit, blinking up at the familiar-looking person. nobi picked her up and placed her on her arms, fingers gently touching her cheeks.

jungkook came over with the ready bottle of milk and handed it to her so she could feed the baby. “here.”

the boys watched the 2 peer down at the suckling baby and they snapped up when someone’s camera shutter and camera flash went off. taehyung had his old camera, jin had his polaroid, while namjoon had his phone up, all with wide eyes as if they were just caught.

“oi! nanako is feeding!” jungkook scolded causing nobi and the others to laugh.

“wah, it’s like we’re looking into the future!” hobi whispered, shocked at the sight in front of him.

“joonie, look! our babies with their baby!”

nanako continued to feed, eventually finishing her entire bottle, and nobi passed her off to jungkook so he could burp her while she washes the bottle for the next feed.

the guys shared a look and they grinned, relieved that taking care of this baby wasn’t going to be as bad as they thought.

...

eyebags and wrinkles were making their home in the faces of nobi and jungkook, victims of her irregular sleeping schedule. it was only the third day and her second night with them was the roughest time they’ve went through in a while.

jungkook was slumped over at the dining table, sleeping and breakfast shoved to the side, and nobi was clutching her coffee cup and seemed to be sleeping with her eyes wide open.

jin and namjoon were observing them with concern since they too were woken up by the loud cries of the child and they know the maknaes haven’t had a good sleep since the first night.

“kura?” jin poked her at the shoulder but received no response. “sakura?”

she jolted, wildly looking around as if she didn’t know where she was. “huh?”

her sudden movement woke jungkook up and he also looked out of sorts, eyes suddenly going wide. “the baby!”

“the baby!” nobi echoed before shooting up to stand but a hand stopped her.

“sshh,” namjoon soothed. “taehyung and jimin washed her already and are changing her right now. don’t worry, hoseok’s there with them.”

similar fatigue-laced eyes settled on the oldest and the leader as they sat back down, confusion and alarm slowly disappearing. jungkook groaned and started to slump over to go back to sleep but shot up when he heard the giggles from the devil herself.

“appa! nanako is here!” tae said in a child-like voice, carrying nanako with jimin and hobi trailing behind him.. “nanako is clean!” nanako saw jungkook and nobi and immediately wiggled to go to her temporary parents.

“nanako wants to see eomma!” jimin followed but nobi immediately shook her head.

“no!” she expressed, back away from the baby.

“aw, why?” tae pouted but smiled again when jungkook outstretched his arms.

“come here, my little munchkin,” he grunted. nanako found solace in his arms and she laid her head on his chest, as if she was listening to his steady heartbeat with her eyes closed.

nobi observed the girl’s calm behavior, slightly leaning forward to get a better look. “if only she was this peaceful last night.”

“hm, this is what parenthood is like, kids.” yoongi’s comment made the rest shiver.

“when was the last time you both slept longer than 3 hours?” jin asked as the amount of times he heard walking in their room was concerning.

“the night before she got here,” jungkook answered.

“well, you’re lucky she’s only here for a week. next week, we have a meeting with Bang and we might start choreography classes then. it’s good that we won’t have a baby in tow.”

everyone nodded at namjoon and at the mention of the meeting, hobi and yoongi dispersed to leave to their studios while the 95-liners were leaving to go to the gym to prepare their bodies for the grueling dances. namjoon was accompanying jin to the grocery store so it left the maknaes and the baby at home with no one else.

thankfully, the child was starting to fall asleep and nobi noticed jungkook fighting to keep his eyes open.

“come on, let’s go to bed.” her suggestion sparked a little life in jungkook and he carefully carried nanako to their bedroom where they could all get comfortable.

within seconds, nanako fell asleep and with the rise and fall of jungkook’s chest combined with his heartbeat made her slip into dreamworld quickly. jungkook was already snoring by the time nobi laid next to him and she hummed in content, happy that she was able to finally sleep.

...

their days continued on like that.

being fortunate enough to be on break, jungkook and nobi were able to sleep whenever they wanted since they were usually kept up by the energy that nanako only released at nighttime.

but they weren’t the only ones suffering.

it was now clear that the lungs that sakura had was genetic as it also transferred over to her niece by the way she belted her cries, the boys jokingly singing along to it (cue bretman rock). at night, they have created ways to block out her cries like sleeping with airpods plugged in or on jimin and hoseok’s case, leaving for 3 nights to sleep in a hotel since their room was right next door.

however, tonight was especially bad.

nanako refused to drink her milk, instead crying and screaming the entire time she was awake. when she did sleep, she would eventually wake herself up and start the entire cycle again. nobi was getting worried because she only had 1 bottle of milk today and she didn’t want to be held or touched by anyone.

combined with the worry and the sleep deprivation, nobi was in tears, sobbing on the floor next to nanako’s crib, who was also crying, so together they had a crying session. everyone else was busy, even jungkook since he joined the others in the gym, so she was left to fend for herself and the baby wasn’t helping by refusing to take in any milk.

“nanako, please,” she begged. “one bottle, hm? just one bottle.”

nanako shook her head and cried louder making sakura wail more. maybe it wasn’t the ideal situation or the ideal move but nobi didn’t know what to do because she’s never taken cared of a baby before. initially, she called her brother to figure out how to solve the problem but neither of them were answering and the booklet had nothing on there on how to get her to drink.

honestly, of all things, that should be in there.

the two girls were so busy having their sobbing match that they completely missed the front door and jungkook’s greeting. the boy was in shock at the sight of nobi clutching the crib with nanako inside while they both cried their eyes out.

“bub,” he whispered before grabbing her to his arms.

“i don’t know why she won’t drink, kook. and i’m so tired,” she wailed and cried harder.

jungkook racked his brain on what to do until settling on a decision. “tell you what. go to bed and plug your airpods in so you could sleep while i take care of nanako.”

nobi started to protest because she knew he needed sleep too but he waved her off. the feeling of the plushness of her bed was so foreign to her now since she rarely had time to sleep on it and relish in the comfort. the loud lo-fi music drowned out the screams and wails of the baby, allowing her to finally slip into her own dreamland.

it was only about 2 hours that she woke up and she cursed, fearing that she has so suddenly created a new maternal sense in a span of 5 days.quickly sitting up, the panic in her chest soothed when she saw an empty bottle on the dresser and jungkook swaying with nanako cradled on his arms, sleeping. she gently pried the earbuds out of her ears and smiled softly at jungkook’s quiet singing, feeling relaxed herself.

“go to sleep, my little munchkin,” he whispered. “koo koo will be here when you wake up. i promise.”

nobi closed her eyes in gratitude and forced down a scream of gratitude to the lord and savior, god almighty, that nanako has eaten and finally fallen asleep. and jungkook was here.

jungkook noticed her rising figure and he sat down next to her, still cradling the baby.

“morning,” she grinned to which he returned. “how was she?”

“well, took a while to convince her to eat but she did and she just fell asleep.”

“you’ll be a great father someday, koo koo.” jungkook bashfully looked away to hide the smile that threatened to escape.

“nah, i just communicate with children better.”

“do you want a baby girl? or a baby boy?”

a moment of thinking caused silence until he answered, “doesn’t matter. as long as i have my family.”

if she didn’t grow up with jungkook and didn’t see through his puberty and awkward and ugly moments, nobi might’ve just busted out a ring and married him then and there.

...

kazuki and hana were amused at the smiling face of the usually shy jungkook and the anger and irritation that radiated off of the girl beside him. the father gently took hold of his daughter from jungkook’s arms and she giggled, seemingly happy to see her father again.

hana placed a hand on nobi’s arm and squeezed in gratitude. “thank you so much, kura.”

nobi had no energy left in her to lie a smile so she sighed. “you’re really welcome. but she’s a handful. she kinda reminds me of maiya.”

kazuki laughed at the mention of their youngest sister. “you stayed with grandmother for a year because you hated her crying.”

“exactly.”

“she was really nice, hyung.” jungkook reassured the man. “loud, but sweet.”

“then she should be over any time, right?”

“during the day, yes.” but she made a cross with her arms. “but nighttime, is no no.”

“either way, thank you so much, sakura, jungkook-ssi.” hana gratefully said and the family finally moved to leave.

nanako, who had her head on her father’s shoulder, turned to peak at the two who were slowly getting farther away and raised a wobbly hand as if saying her good-byes.

“bye bye, my little munchkin!” jungkook yelled and she giggled, flapping her arms.

when they were out of sight, nobi sighed and felt the relief flowing through her veins.

“she’s an absolute adorable little baby. but if i have to spend another night with her, i will lose it.”

jungkook laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer.

“again, it’s to prepare for the future, right? because i really want a munchkin of my own.”

a/n: don’t be silly, wrap your willy

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klovenhooves · 4 years ago

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Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages, Chapter Four: Physical Touch

Daniel was starting to associate the beach with Johnny – when he was a teenager, it was impossible to separate his first embarrassing encounter with the man and the backdrop that witnessed it. He didn’t come back to the beach for months after he got kicked into the sand next to Ali’s radio, and even years after that, he always thought he could hear the roar of dirt bikes, Johnny’s irritated whine.

Now, the beach felt like what it must feel like to all native Californians – warm, comforting, familiar.

The next Saturday was pleasant, a breeze blowing off the sea that shook loose the painful memories of their last visit and left them lingering by the Volvo. When Daniel pulled up, Sam and Robby and Anthony in the car, Johnny’s Challenger was already in the parking lot beside him, the owner’s blond head already in the water.

He let Robby greet him first, surfboard under his arm and carefree smile on his face. Anthony ambled behind, wary of the ocean and the board but too curious to stay on the sand. Sam pulled out her phone and her towel and made herself comfortable.

It was nice, watching them all from a distance, knowing that Sam was probably texting Miguel, who had stayed up late last night helping her with physics homework; that Robby had sat Daniel down at the dining room table last night and talked earnestly about moving in with his father; that Johnny was probably looking out at the waves and thinking about Tommy, set to be pulled out of his thoughts by his beaming son.

He was watching a family stitch themselves together, and he got to help it happen. He wondered if Miyagi ever thought of him that way.

He sat down next to his daughter and let Robby and Johnny surf, content to observe. Johnny was in his wetsuit again, his hair almost white against the backdrop of the rain clouds that were rolling in from the horizon, dark and ominous but still silent. He could see them laughing, standing steadily on the boards, the resemblance startling even from this distance.

“Do you think Robby will go live with his dad?” Sam asked, putting her book down over her stomach, page dogeared.

Daniel turned to his daughter, finding himself in the lines around her eyes. “I think he’d like that,” he hedged. “What do you think?”

“He told me he wanted to,” Sam said, turning her gaze out to the water. “I think it would be good for them both.”

“He still hasn’t heard from his mom?”

Sam shrugged one shoulder. “He doesn’t really talk about her much. He sends her money from his paycheck every two weeks.”

Daniel pulled his knees in, sitting up straighter. “He sends her money? What does she need money for, in rehab?”

Sam picked absently at the cover of her book. “He said he wanted to make sure she had enough to get a new place when she got out.” She pulled her hair out of her braid and piled it on top of her head. “He worries about her a lot, you know.”

“Do you worry about him?” Daniel asked, following her gaze out to the ocean, where Robby was sitting on his surfboard, showing Anthony how to kneel and balance.

“Don’t you?” Sam replied. When Daniel didn’t answer, she continued, “I’m just glad that you and Sensei Lawrence aren’t fighting anymore.”

“Because it’s better for Robby?”

Sam rolled her eyes under her sunglasses. “Because you’re happier, too. All of you are.”

***

Johnny found him on the sand before Daniel could get up and interrupt his time with Robby. He was flipping through his book History of Okinawa, a yellow bookmark sticking out of the pages over halfway through, eyes aimless on the pages. Clearly his mind was somewhere else. Johnny watched him stare at the same spot on the page and turn once, twice, a third time. He was in different swim trunks this time, yellow with some design on them, just short enough that his bent leg gave Johnny a tantalizing view of tanned thigh, just barely noticeably paler than the rest.

He swallowed thickly and ran his hands through his wet hair, feeling the excess water run down his back. Behind him, he could hear Robby and Anthony shouting, laughter interspersed with the words.

“You planning on getting into the water, LaRusso?” Johnny asked, and Daniel jumped so sharply the book fell closed on his lap, his sunglasses falling down his nose. “Or are you just going to pretend like you’re not watching me?”

Daniel’s eyes shot toward his daughter, who had headphones in and her eyes closed, and then went back to him, a tense line in his jaw trying to hold back his amusement. Johnny could practically feel the intensity of his gaze through the darkened lenses, could imagine the shine in his eyes.

“I’ll get in the water,” he promised. “In a bit.”

“Gotta get your suntanning in first, Danielle?”

He worried as soon as the words left his mouth that Daniel would get all riled up, the way he always did, but Daniel just laughed and bit his lip, nodding like he expected a comment like that. “We can’t all have a surfer’s body, Johnny. Some of us have to compensate with a tan.”

Johnny froze, halfway to a smile. If he heard correctly – and he was pretty sure he did – Daniel LaRusso just complimented his body. That was, what did Miguel call it? Encouraging.

But now what was he supposed to say? He lingered between giving Daniel a compliment back (the idea that all Daniel had to offer physically was his tan was ridiculous, and he relished the possibility of spending the time to tell him so) and acknowledging the compliment. Did Daniel even realize what he said? Would calling attention to it make things awkward?

He had been quiet too long. He met Daniel’s expectant gaze, the other man’s smile slipping from flirtatious to amused the longer he was silent.

“Shut up and get in the water,” is what he settled on, and Daniel looked mildly triumphant at his response.

Maddeningly, the man didn’t get up and listen, but settled himself deeper into the reclining chair and said, “Mmm, I don’t think so.”

“So help me God, LaRusso –”

“What are you gonna do, Johnny?” he asked, pursing his lips to try to keep a straight face. Johnny raised his eyebrows at him. That sounded like a challenge.

It was easier than he expected to lift Daniel out of the chair and over his shoulder, fireman-style. He felt Daniel’s sunglasses slip off and bounce on his calf on their descent into the sand.

“John!” he yelped, the admonishment softened by the laugh that snuck out immediately after. “Put me down.”

“We’re getting in the water,” Johnny said, winking at Sam’s wide-eyed gaze and turning toward the ocean. Robby and Anthony were standing at the edge of the water, watching them with open mouths.

“You’re going to pull something, old man!”

“Don’t provoke me, LaRusso,” Johnny retorted, trying to suppress a laugh that would bowl them both over. “I’ll drop you.”

“That’s precisely what I’m worried about!”

Despite his verbal protests, Daniel was curiously still, one of his arms wrapped loosely around Johnny’s hips to steady himself, his legs bent to give Johnny something to hold onto. Johnny could feel his thundering heartbeat against his back, and wished suddenly that he was in normal swim trunks so he could feel his skin without a barrier.

“I’ll save you, Dad!”

Johnny had a good two second view of Anthony barreling toward him, Robby’s extended arms behind him trying and missing to keep him back, before he tackled him, Daniel’s quick “Anthony, don’t” loud behind him.

If he hadn’t been carrying Daniel, he probably could have withstood it, but with Daniel on one shoulder, and Anthony on the other leg, he had to make a choice – go down gracefully or go down ugly. They went down in a heap, Daniel managing to almost catch his balance when Johnny fell, only to stumble and land on his chest, wheezing with laughter.

Anthony scrambled to his feet, triumphant, and flexed for his adoring audience (Robby, who looked horrified).

At the same time, Robby and Sam both shouted, “Dad, you okay?”

Daniel, who was probably used to being called ‘dad’ already, gave his daughter a weak thumbs-up without getting up, sweaty cheek plastered to Johnny’s chest. Johnny didn’t say anything, just stared at his son, who was looking down at him in concern.

“Johnny,” Daniel pulled himself up to see his face, chin resting on Johnny’s chest while his laughter died down. “You okay?”

He glanced between Daniel LaRusso and his son, feeling suddenly overwhelmed, and nodded. “Yep, yeah, fine.”

Daniel exhaled sharply, a relieved sigh, and rested his forehead where his chin had been. Johnny considered putting his arms around him, but before he could, Daniel was pulling himself up, brushing the loose sand from his legs with an easy smile. Johnny watched him get up, content to stay still while Daniel untangled their legs and got to his feet, sandy and tan and altogether painfully pretty in the sunlight.

Robby offered him a hand on the other side, and Johnny gratefully took it.

“Have you ever called me Dad?” he muttered, quiet enough that he hoped it escaped Daniel’s notice.

Robby shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said, simple as that. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, turning to look over his shoulder only to catch Daniel staring at him. “Just thinking about how I’m going to enact my revenge on that little twerp.”

“Don’t beat up my son, Johnny,” Daniel laughed.

Johnny shrugged, making sure to tighten his left fist until it cracked, a remnant of a particularly bad punch from a bar fight fifteen years ago, eyes on Anthony, whose triumphant grin faded into fear. “Then he better start running.”

“I’ll fight in his place,” Daniel offered, eyebrows raised in challenge.

Johnny stared at him. “You challenging me to a sparring session, LaRusso?” he asked, breathless.

Daniel shrugged, and slipped easily into his fighting stance. Johnny watched him do it, unabashedly taking in the sight of tanned, half-naked Daniel LaRusso poised for a fight. Even if it was for fun. He felt like he had a shot of whiskey burning deep in his gut.

“You’re the boss, LaRusso,” he said, mirroring his stance.

Robby, behind them, coughed. “Bow,” he instructed.

Daniel gave him an exasperated smile and obeyed, bowing low and deep, form perfect. Johnny’s own bow was late and aborted, too busy watching Daniel move.

True to his mantra, Johnny struck first, sending a jab punch that Daniel blocked and returned, only to be blocked in turn. Wax on and wax off or whatever, Johnny thought, stepping back to set up for a crescent kick that Daniel immediately predicted. He ducked out of the way and sent a front kick into Johnny’s chest, knocking him back a step.

“Point, LaRusso,” Robby said from behind Johnny.

The two men paused, gazes still locked. “Oh, we’re doing points, huh?” Johnny asked.

Daniel grinned and shrugged.

They followed their pattern – block, punch, block, punch, kick – until Johnny caught Daniel’s roundhouse kick and held it with one arm while the other sent a jab to his side. He released Daniel’s leg, making sure to put his free hand gently over his bad knee before moving back to their starting positions.

Daniel’s eyes on his were wider than before, as if he was figuring something out.

Johnny let him have the next point, too caught up in the subtle changes in his opponent’s face. He blocked one punch but not the next, and even as Robby called out that it was LaRusso’s point, they didn’t move.

“You alright?” Daniel asked, eyes concerned.

“Course I am,” Johnny replied, Daniel’s pulled punch already nothing but a memory against his chest.

“We can stop,” Daniel was searching his face now, no longer bothering to listen to his mouth. Johnny wondered what his face was saying that his mouth was contradicting.

“I know,” Johnny reassured him.

They moved back to their fighting stances.

***

Daniel decided, as he stepped back into his fighting stance, that he would strike first this time. He wasn’t sure what he was reading in Johnny’s face, but he was fascinated by what he found in his countenance. So the moment Johnny came up from his bow, he started with a switch stance roundhouse kick, one that Johnny barely blocked, his eyes surprised.

“Okay, LaRusso,” he muttered. “That’s how we’re playing it, now?”

Daniel didn’t trust himself to answer. He leaned back, out of the reach of Johnny’s crescent kick, and stepped forward for a right hook that Johnny easily blocked, and then a left uppercut, deviating out of karate and into other fighting styles. Johnny leaned out of the way, but his eyes were bright, impressed, and he couldn’t hide the smile that snuck over his face.

“Boxing, huh?” he asked, raising his fists until they blocked his face, a classic boxing stance. “Full of surprises.”

“I try,” Daniel replied, switching his stance again, relishing in the way Johnny read and responded immediately.

He was ready for everything, it seemed. That is, until Daniel blocked a low kick and went to the ground, low enough that Johnny couldn’t stop the scissor kick before it pulled him to the ground. In the rush to scramble back to his feet, Daniel could easily grab him with his legs and yank him back down to the sand, where he got to his own feet and took hold of Johnny’s leg, pressing the knee toward his chest.

It was a basic grappling move, one that Johnny could have easily gotten out of, but once Daniel pressed his other knee to his unobstructed leg, pinning his lower body in place, Johnny’s options were far shorter. He could try to get his torso off the ground and grapple Daniel to the ground in turn, but –

Oh hell.

No matter what he did, Johnny would either be put in a headlock or have to put Daniel in one if he wanted to win.

Daniel saw, in his quick, hungry assessment of Johnny’s face, the brief flash of buried fear before he could push it down. They both went still, panting, Johnny’s knee against Daniel’s chest, his leg pinned in place at the thigh by Daniel’s knee.

“Point?” Robby asked.

Neither of them won.

They settled on a tie, Daniel absolutely refusing to continue, Johnny not really trying to convince him otherwise. Instead, they tried to shake the sand free from their bodies and failed, Johnny finally pointing out that there was an ocean specifically to fix that problem for them.

But getting sand-free just to be covered in salt was not appealing to Daniel.

“There are showers for a reason,” he said. Johnny rolled his eyes.

“Why do you need a shower when there’s an ocean?”

In spite of his ribbing, Johnny followed him to the little cabana that held a set of showerheads and bathrooms, shaking sand out of his hair on the way. Daniel watched him go, thinking back to their sparring session.

There was something important about the way Johnny gently touched his knee before releasing him, like a silent apology. He couldn’t shake it loose, couldn’t forget the burning touch of his hand on his skin, the way it calmed the panic that rose in his throat the moment Johnny caught his leg. Like Johnny understood.

And wasn’t that the same as Daniel stopping them before they got into headlocks?

He wasn’t sure.

He lingered outside the cabana for a moment, taking the time to turn back to the ocean and take a deep breath, the way Miyagi taught him.

Stay in the moment, Daniel-san, he’d tell him. Stop overthinking.

By the time he got inside, Johnny had peeled off the top half of his wetsuit and was standing underneath the shower spray, head tilted back, eyes closed. Without the sunlight, without the ocean behind him, Johnny looked like a statue in a museum, a Greek god caught in repose at just the right moment that a sculptor spent months of his life committing to stone forever.

He let his eyes do the committing, content to drink him in while Johnny’s eyes were closed.

Except they weren’t anymore – they were shockingly blue and painfully fond, and locked on Daniel.

Before he could overthink it, he strode forward, fast enough that Johnny looked momentarily frightened, and put his hands on Johnny’s chest, applying gentle pressure until Johnny’s bare back hit the wall, the shower spray falling on them both.

Johnny didn’t speak, but Daniel could feel his heartbeat beneath his hand. He rubbed his thumb over his heart gently, blinking past the water.

“Déjà vu,” Johnny said, and Daniel was suddenly fascinated with the way the water was running over his lips and down his chin, almost shining.

“What?”

“You know,” Johnny said, shifting against Daniel’s hands. “When you feel like this has happened before –”

“I know what déjà vu is, moron,” Daniel laughed. “I was just…”

“You were what, LaRusso?”

“Distracted,” Daniel finished, wondering if Johnny was going to lean in or if he was going to have to.

And then the door behind them clanged open and the sound of Anthony’s video game filled the echoey room, and Johnny ducked out from under Daniel’s arms to give them negligible space. Daniel’s eyes met his as he stepped out from under the water, gaze burning into his.

He sighed.

#lawrusso #Johnny Lawrence and the Five Love Languages

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diddlesanddoodles · 4 years ago

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DEAD WALLS RISE - CONNAR

PART THREE

His father was grim faced and his mother clutched her children’s hands hard enough to hurt but neither Connar or Penny pulled away. Gen stood near the small hearth, watching the flames dance.

“What...what does that mean for us, then?” Arthur asked. “Now that he’s dead.”

“The war’s over,” the captain explained, cleaning the inside of his pipe’s bowl with his pinky finger. “But don’t get too excited just yet. King Warren’s mandate will take time to reach the ends of Vhasshal and still there’s no guarantee all folks will honor it. Smuggling and selling humans has become quite profitable for some. Best keep on as you have for a while.”

Gen pushed back from the hearth and turned to regard the blue coated giant. “Should I keep sending in the reports?”

“Yes. They may be more valuable now than ever. Now that the trade’s illegal, information’s going to start drying up. People will be less likely to tell you all that they have. So whatever you have, keep sending it to me.”

“But still,” Penny said, surprising most of them as she never spoke whenever Keral visited. The large man outright terrified her and she always made it a point to make herself scarce around him. “The Blood King is dead. Things will get better right? They have to...”

Keral took a moment to regard the girl. “Doesn’t always work out that way, lass. Nethrin’s dead. His last son’s King now. He’s gonna have to work hard and smart and very quickly to secure his power. The time between transitions of power is precarious and if not done right, will make more of a mess than what we had to begin with. For now, all we can do it wait and see.”

…………………………………..

Connar and his family stayed with Gen in his home for another five years. In that time, Gen continued to supply the blue coats with as much information as he was able to garner, but as Keral predicted, most of it dried it very quickly. Connar’s skill with leather continued to grow and he branched off into metal works. For almost a year, he worked on nothing but knives. Pocket knives, axe blades, kitchen knives, etc. Gen was beyond pleased with his progress and continued to challenge the boy as his teenage years began to slip into young adulthood.

Gen’s gray hair began to turn white and his strength was not what it had been until one day he gathered them all to tell them something.

“I have been playing with the idea of perhaps moving in with my sister,” he said. “She’s already assured me you all would be welcome.”

“Doesn’t she live in the village outside the castle, though?” Maria asked. “Would it be safe?”

“With the King so near, I’d imagine the village might very well be the safest place of all,” Gen replied. “And there is also the option of the Hill Tribe if you wish to live with your own people.”

Maria suddenly sent her daughter an amused side eyed glance. “We might be able to find you a nice beau, Penny. And you can start giving me some grandchildren.”

Penny flushed red and pointed to Connar as he took a large bite of an apple. “What about Connar?”

Arthur laughed. “Oh, he’s hopeless. He’d scare any girl off.”

Connar made a muffled whine of offense at the accusation as they all had a good laugh.

In the end, they did make the move the Gen’s sister’s home. Beth was a pleasant woman, fifteen years Gen’s junior, and like her brother, was a widow with all four of her children grown and having moved away. She and Maria became fast friends and both immediately began a crusade to find Penny a nice young man, despite her protestations. Connar was simply happy that they had not began to do the same to him and he was free to continue on learning whatever Gen still had left to teach him.

A little over a year later, Penny was married and moved to the Hill tribe with her new husband and soon after, they welcomed their first child into the world and both Connar’s parents moved in to help with the baby. Connar stayed behind in Beth’s house with Gen, still eager to learn and hone his skills.

Gen passed away in his sleep two months later.

Looking back, Connar would remember very little of that time. In many ways it felt as though he had lost a father. He and his family owed so much to Gen and with him gone, Connar felt adrift and without a moor like a boat being carried away by the current. Too tired to try and steer himself back on coarse and too numb to understand why he should even try.

His family had a new baby to help distract from the pain and as much as he tried to throw himself into his work, he just could not bare to even look at his tools. The same ones Gen had made for Connar himself. With his hands.

Gen’s funeral was attended by more people than Connar would have thought and he stayed very close to Beth and her eldest son during the whole affair. Trying very hard not to see the way some of the attending giants sneered at him. Unlike Silvaaran funerals, Vhasshals buried their dead rather than burn them on pyres. They were placed in family tombs built far into the ground and the flesh of the dead would be returned to the earth and once there was nothing but bones left, they were pushed back into the far chamber with the bones of their ancestors to make room for the next body. So a single family tomb could hold hundreds of individuals.

Connar’s family were forced to leave early as the baby began to make a fuss and Penny was worried he might catch a cold in the chilly air. Connar thought it was more to do with being nervous around so many giants and he did not blame them. But he petitioned to stay.

He couldn’t leave.

Connar stared at the large opening to the Taversh family tomb as six Vhasshalans carried Gen’s shrouded body down, feeling numb. Flowers and wreaths and ribbons were places all around the opening as well as food and gifts that would be collected after by the family. When the giant emerged from the tomb without Gen, Connar felt the tears fall heavily down his face.

We can’t just leave him down there...

“I’m so sorry, Beth,” said one of the giants, voice thick with emotion. He was very tall for a giant and his arms were thicker than tree trunks. He lowered himself to hug the much smaller woman.

“Oh, Hevian. You’re so much taller then I remember,” Beth said, smiling through tears. She patted his shoulders. “And thicker! By the Gods, you’ve grown.”

The giant smiled, but it looked hollow as grief was painted thickly upon his features. He turned to Gen’s son and shook his hand, muttering a small greeting and condolence. But his eyes dipped lower to spy Connar. Beth caught the giant’s questioning look.

“Hevian, this is Connar,” she said. “Gendril took him and his folks in during the war. The human lass with the wee babe that left earlier? That was them.”

Hevian crouched down and extended a hand towards Connar and stuck his finger out. “It’s nice to meet ye, Connar.”

He looked up at the giant and reached out to grip the tip of the large finger.

“You too,” he mumbled.

“You know,” Beth said. “Gen was teaching Connar here. You should see some of his leather work, Hevian. It’s beautiful. A wee small, but beautiful.”

Hevian’s face lightened with intrigue and he spared the human a smile. “Well, I might need to come visit ye some day and take a gander myself.”

Beth looked down at Connar. “Hevian here was Gendril’s apprentice. Took over the royal smithy when Gen retired.”

And then Connar’s brain kicked him as he suddenly connected the dots and he blurted, “Oh! So you’re Hev.”

The giant grinned. “Aye, that’s me.”

“Gen told me a lot about you,” Connar replied.

“Good things I hope.”

“Mostly he said your leather work was crap,” Connar replied and then cursed at himself. But much to his relief, Hevian just threw his head back and laughed.

“Aye, that sounds ‘bout right to me. Never was much good with all that stuff. Was always more interested in playing with fire and sharp metal.”

…………………….

The funeral came and went and Connar returned to Beth’s house. That night at dinner, she pulled him aside.

“You’re always welcome here, dear,” she told him. “But I can’t help but wonder if you might feel better with your folks.”

“I thought about it,” he replied. “And it makes the most sense. I don’t want to impose on you. I know it’s a pain having me here. Your neighbors would be happy, I guess.”

“Oh, who gives a right hooey what they think,” she spat. “Gen loved you, Connar. And until the day they lay be beside him, you will have a place here. Same as your folks and sister.”

“I don’t know what I’ll do,” he said finally.

“Well, however long you need to decide take it.”

“Thank you, Beth.”

………………………………………..

His father had gotten him a job as a field hand working one of the wheat fields in the Hill Tribe. In all honesty, Connar did not even know anyone in the Hill Tribe farmed at all. But it sounded like a good way to start off on his own and long hard labor might just be what his idle brain needed to snap out of his rut.

He refused Beth’s offer to escort him there, promising her he would be fine. “Besides, if anyone give me trouble, I’ve got this,” he said, pulling out a large hunting knife. Beth was very reluctant to let him go on his own, but finally convinced her by promising he would go through the woods instead of using the roads.

“Please be careful,” she begged.

“I will,” he laughed, waving back at her as he began to walk. “I’ll see you soon.”

The Vhasshal castle was an imposing looking structure set at the top of a large gentle sloping hill with the village just below. The Hill tribe was a few miles away on the other side of the castle where the hills were more pronounced. In order for Connar to get there, he traveled through the forest that made a half moon shape around the castle and since it was strictly part of the castle grounds, it was considered trespassing for anyone to use it without permission from the Crown. Which made it the perfect path for Connar to get to his destination without being spotted by anyone with ill intentions.

He was almost through the thicket part of the forest when his foot caught on something and he fell forward just as metal teeth sprung up from the earth and clamped down onto his left leg. He fell to the ground and drew in a shocked and rattling breath as the worst pain he had ever felt radiated from his leg. He gave a breathless cry and he rolled over to see what had snagged him and he felt his heart drop at the sight. A spring loaded metal snap trap was clamped onto his leg, the sharp metal teeth digging and cutting into his flesh and passed the exposed meat of leg and the seeping blood, he could see the pale white bone.

His head spun as he gave his first real scream of pain. There was so much blood. Already he felt his backside was damp with it. He reached for his hunting knife and tried to pry the teeth apart, but his strength was quickly waning.

“F-fuck!” he screamed. “Augh!”

He quickly pulled his tunic off and used his knife to cut long ribbons out of it, wrapping them around his leg just under his knee and prayed desperately that it would stop the bleeding. Oh Gods, it hurt so much…

He pulled the ends of his makeshift tourniquet with a muffled cry of pain and fell back onto the ground. With every wave of pain, he screamed; fingernails digging into the ground and racking up the earth. All sound around him became muted as every piece of his waking mind was dedicated to feeling the pain from his leg.

He felt more than heard someone approach and the ground shook as a very large someone dropped to the knees beside him. He barely registered that they were speaking to him and through the tears clouding his eyes, he could not make out a face. The end of a stick was pressed against his lips and the voice above began to speak with a little more clarity.

“...gonna hurt like hell. Bit down on this,” the giant commanded. “Better a stick than your tongue.”

A soon as his teeth were around the stick, there was an abrupt and wholly unwelcomed pressure on his leg as the metal teeth were pulled from his flesh and he heard the shriek of springs. His whole body was shaking from the pain and he sobbed, hands reaching out blindly until they found the warm flesh of a giant hand.

“You’re gonna be fine, Connar,” said the giant. “Keep biting down, lad. Keep breathing. I’m gonna pick ye up, now. Ready? One...two...”

He didn’t wait for the count of three before picking the injured boy up and Connar screamed through his teeth. The trees above him rushed by at an incredible speed before disappearing and were the replaced by stone walls and ceilings. Unfamiliar smells and sounds passed by and he got his first real proper look at the giant.

“...Hev?” he asked just as the darkness around his vision became absolute and he passed out.

………………………….

When he woke up, his head felt thick with fog and his limbs were heavy and sore.

But he couldn’t feel his leg. Weak as he was, he lifted his head up as high as he could and looked down at himself. He lay in a human sized bed in a room that was anything but human sized. There was a collection of bottles and rolls of bandages on a small table next to his bed, but the one thing that struck him was the tell tale lack of shape next to his right leg. Just below his left knee, there was nothing. A wave of emotion roiled up from inside him and he fell back against his pillow, tears already falling.

The second time he awoke, Keral was there and was speaking to a human who he initially thought was a man, but their voice revealed themselves as a woman.

“...he’s on some pretty heavy sedatives and pain tonics,” said the woman. “But he made it through the fever just fine. He’ll be bed ridden for a while yet while he heals.”

“Beth’s all outta sorts,” Keral said. “Blamin’ herself fer lettin’ him go on his own. His folks are wonderin’ when they came come see ‘im.”

“They’re welcome to come and see him, but don’t give them the impression he’ll be awake at all. I’m trying to keep him sedated as much as I can so I don’t need to bottle feed him pain tonic. I’m not trying to make him into an addict and with the dosage he would need at this stage, he surely would be.”

Time became inconsequential as he slipped in and out of consciousness. He vaguely remembered his mother and father visiting and Beth as well, but he was unable to speak or if he did, he could not recall what he said.

And for three weeks, that was Connar’s existence.

………………………….

Sawyer handed him a small book. “Barnaby said you might enjoy this one. Funny poems and such.”

“Thank you,” he said, idly flipping through the pages.

“So,” she said, “Give any thought to what you might do?”

“I guess go back to Beth’s place for a while. Teach myself to walk again with a crutch and be the local cripple. Beg for coins at the street corner.”

“Well, what were you doing before?”

“...honestly? Mooching off Beth. Gen before her. I was going to go be a field hand, but...well.”

“I though Hev said you were a craftsman.”

Connar blinked. “He said that?”

“Yeah. That you worked with leather and such.”

“Well, yeah. I do. Gen taught me. I wasn’t his apprentice or nothing. He just showed me some stuff.”

Sawyer gave him a look. “So, why aren’t you working with the skills you already have? You’re a skilled craftsman. Go craft. You don’t need both legs to do that, do you?”

“No, but what could I make that a giant would want to buy?”

Sawyer rolled her eyes. “Just because you lost your leg doesn’t mean your life and dignity went with it.”

………………..

He had just finished the book of poems when Hev came to visit him. Even among giants, Hev was tall and broad shouldered. His black hair was pulled back into a braid and though his tunic was clean, he still smelled like the forge; ash and metal and smoke. It reminded him a lot of Gen.

When Hev entered the infirmary, he gave Connar a wide white tooth grin and grabbed a chair. “How’re ye feeling, lad?”

“Better now that I can think straight,” he replied, setting the book aside. “But I think I’m done spending all my time in bed.”

Sitting into the chair, Hev gave Connar a nod. “Aye, suppose there’s only so much peace and quiet ye can take. Manage to get around on them at all?” He pointed to crutches leaning against his bed posts.

“A bit,” Connar shrugged. “Not that hard. Just tires me out. Not use to walking with my arms.”

Hev chortled at that. “Well, reason why I wanted to come see ye was I had an interestin’ talk with Sawyer. About yer future.”

Connar furrowed his brow. “Yeah, she was talking to me about that. Thinks I should try and use the skills Gen taught me. Since I’m useless like this for any job in the fields.”

“Aye,” Hev said. “And I agree with her. Last time Beth visited ye, she came by the shop and gave me this.”

From his pocket, he pulled out a knife sheath. He had made it for Gen for a new knife he’d made. It was not long after they had first moved into Beth’s home and Connar had decorated the flat sides of the sheath with depictions of the village with the Vhasshalan castle up on the hill.

“Ye made this?” Hev asked, his tone oddly serious.

Connar nodded and stared at the sheath in Hev’s hands. “Yeah. For Gen.”

“Ye want a job?”

Connar blinked at him. “Wait...what?”

Hev grinned and held up the sheath. “This is amazing work, Connar. I showed it to Master Donal and he showed it to the King.”

Connar blanched. “You...he did... wait, what?”

But Hev just grinned wider. “Aye. He was might impressed too. Told me I should offer ye a job in the smithy. And I agree. Ye’d be a great help.”

Connar did his best impression of a fish as he gaped open mouthed at him. “You...you’re offering me a job?”

“I am.”

“Oh...well,” Connar shrugged as a wide and elated smile crossed his face. “Fuck yeah I will!”

“Don’t ye wanna know the wages?” Hev laughed.

“Doesn’t matter,” Connar replied excitedly. “You could pay me in fucking paper coins and I’d still do it.”

“Oi, careful now, lad. If Donal ever hears ye say that he might take ye up on that offer.”

#DEAD WALLS RISE #G/t story #Giant/tiny #Connar #Hev

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thelittlesttimelord · 4 years ago

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The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 32

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 32 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 32/? SUMMARY: Elise Smith is now a teenaged Timelord. In addition to losing the Ponds, the fields of Trenzalore are calling. But first they have to figure out exactly who Clara Oswald is.

[A/N - For being patient with me, you’ll be getting two chapters this weekend. One today and one tomorrow.]

The Doctor woke up to voices whispering. He pulled himself from under the wreckage of the TARDIS and approached the three men.

“It's rude to whisper. Hi. I'm the Doctor. And you are…?” He examined the names on the men’s jackets. “Er, Van Baalen and Van Baalen. Van Baalen and Van Baalen. That's going to get confusing later.”

“We found you drifting,” Van Baalen said.

“Yeah, your ship was junked up pretty bad,” the other Van Baalen said.

“What broke my ship was a Magno-Grab. Found this remote in your pocket.” The Doctor held up the remote. “Eh? What are the chances? Outlawed in most galaxies, this little beastie can disable whole vessels unless you have shield oscillators, which I turned off so that Clara could fly. Dammit.”

He paused for a moment, realizing Clara was with him. “Clara. Where is she? Girl, about so high. Feisty. She's still on board. Along with Elise!”

Elise hadn’t been the control room with them, so there was no telling where she was in the ship.

The Doctor ran towards the TARDIS, but the third man grabbed his arm.

“No, wait. Your pod is leaking fuel. If they’re still in here, they’re dead.” By the way he spoke, it was obvious he was an android.

The Doctor looked around and saw respirators. “Ah, respirators.” He ran over them.

“We can open the doors for a split second, reach in and grab her,” Van Baalen said.

“Trust me, we can't. Now please, help me get them out.”

“I'm telling you, she fried…” the android said.

“Shut it, tin mouth,” Van Baalen snapped, “What sort of fee are we talking?”

“If you help me get her out, you get the machine, all the scrap, eh?” the Doctor suggested.

“It's not worth the risk. Four feet of metal? Nah,” the other Van Baalen said.

“What if I can guarantee you the best haul you've ever had?”

“Bram, open the bay doors,” Van Baalen told him.

“No, no. Please, stop. Listen, listen. Right behind those doors is the salvage of a lifetime.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Elise woke up on the floor of her room. She was lying in her bed when there was a loud bang. Her room was bathed in red light and the cloister bell was ringing.

“Well this is not good.”

She picked herself up off the floor and left her room. Elise gasped when she saw the condition the TARDIS was in.

Cables hung from the ceiling and wreckage was scattered along the floor. Her poor blue box.

Elise snapped out of it. She needed to focus if she was going to find Clara and her father. She couldn’t afford to be scared at a time like this. She needed to be brave. Elise walked towards a bulkhead door.

A red light was flashing above the door.

“Okay, not going that way.” She knew better than to try and open that door.

The TARDIS just wanted to protect her inhabitants.

Elise turned around and started walking back down the corridor. “Clara! Dad!”

Long scratch marks covered the walls. What the hell was going on?

Elise heard a loud growl and carefully turned around, seeing a burnt creature. She screamed and started running.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Hey, are we really going to risk it?” Bram asked, “That thing is spewing poison. We should blow it back into space.”

“Get your gear,” Van Baalen told him.

“Hey, I don't take orders from my kid brother.”

“Don't try and form sentences, all right? Stick to what you do best.”

“Tell me, since when does an android need a blast suit and a respirator?” the Doctor asked, watching the android put gloves on.

“Flesh coating, same as us. He'd burn up,” Bram explained.

“No fear, no hate, no pain,” the android said.

The Doctor put on his respirator and walked over to the TARDIS, unlocking it.

“Salvage of a lifetime?” Van Baalen asked.

“I feel pretty confident I can deliver on that. Here we go.”

The doors opened and smoke poured out.

They entered the TARDIS.

“I don't get it. I thought she was lying on her side,” Van Baalen said.

“The TARDIS is special. She has her own gravity. I'd explain if I had some charts and a board pen,” the Doctor told him.

“It's…it's…it's bigger…”

“On the inside. Do you know, I get that a lot.”

“Whoa. Awesome,” the android said in awe.

“Well put. Whoa and awesome.” He turned a dial and the smoke disappeared. “Safe to breathe.”

They removed their respirators and the Doctor scanned the area with the sonic screwdriver. “Okay, now, the last thing I remember, you were right there. Come on, Clara, talk to me.”

“How big is this baby?” Bram asked.

“Picture the biggest ship you've ever seen. Are you picturing it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now forget it, because this ship is infinite.”

“It could take you hours to find your crew,” Van Baalen said.

“Days. Plus this whole place is toxic. Clara could be dead by the time I reach her. As for Elise, she’s already died once under my watch and I’m not about to let that happen again. So, here's the mission. We're going to find them in one hour.”

“We?”

“You're my guys for this.”

“That wasn't the deal.”

“'Tis now.”

“What makes you think we'll help?” Bram asked.

The Doctor threw two levers and a countdown appeared on the monitor. “I just activated the TARDIS self-destruct system. One hour until this ship blows.”

Bram ran for the door, only to have it slam shut in his face.

“Don't try to leave. The TARDIS is in lockdown. I'll open those doors when Clara and Elise are by my side.”

“You crazy lunatic!” Bram yelled.

“My ship, my rules!”

“You'll kill us all. And the girls,” Van Baalen told him.

“They’re going to die if you don't help me. Don't get into a spaceship with a madman. Didn't anyone ever teach you that? Okay, a little gently persuasion. Say thirty minutes.” The Doctor pressed a button and it jumped down to thirty minutes.

“She'll die even quicker now!” Bram yelled.

“We all perform better under pressure. Anybody want to go for fifteen minutes?”

His finger hovered above the button and everyone protested. “It's your own time you're wasting. Salvage of a lifetime. You meant the ship. I meant Clara and Elise. Oh and should I mention, Elise also happens to be my daughter? Never underestimate the lengths I would go to to keep her safe. There is nothing more dangerous than a protective father.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Clara ran into a room. She was shocked to find it was a child’s nursery.

There were toys scattered along the floor. Was this Elise’s old room?

A row of bookshelves sat along the wall. She walked over to them and picked up a book.

“To: Clarice. Love: The Doctor.”

Clarice? Who was Clarice?

Clara turned around and there were two beds and a cradle.

The beds had circular writing on the foot of them, much like the symbols in the control room. On the cradle, the writing was on the side.

A picture sat on the bedside table of one of the beds. Clara picked it up and saw a family.

The father was tall, dark, and handsome with dark hair and blue eyes. The woman, with brown hair and hazel eyes, stood beaming with a baby in her arms. It was a boy by the looks of it, with green eyes and dark brown hair. He kinda looked like what Clara would imagine the Doctor looked like as a child. Standing in front of the man and woman were two girls. One had brown hair and blue eyes, while the other one had black hair and violet eyes.

Who was this family? And why did they have a room on the TARDIS?

Something in the room growled and Clara ran out. As she was running, she collided with Elise. “Elise! Oh my god!” Clara threw her arms around the Timelord.

“Clara? What happened?” Elise asked her.

Clara explained while they explored the TARDIS.

Elise rolled her eyes. “Of course that would happen.”

They eventually came to the control room.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Clara cheered. She ran to the console and placed a kiss on it.

“Um, Clara,” Elise said.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think this is the control room.”

“Why?”

Elise pointed at the wall. “No door. This must be a copy room.”

“No. You can't do this!”

“Obviously the TARDIS showed us this room because it’s important. Despite what you might think Clara, the TARDIS just wants her inhabitants to be safe.”

“No, I’m going to find a way out.” Clara turned to leave.

“Clara! Wait!” Elise ran after her, only for the TARDIS to show them the same control room.

“Oh, why are you doing this?” Clara whined.

“Because we need to be here! She’s trying to keep us safe!”

The two girls screamed when a piece of metal appeared in the control room.

“What’s happening?” Clara asked.

“Just stay calm, Clara. He’ll find us and save us. He always does.”

Clara ran over to a door and pressed the button.

The burnt creature was standing there.

She screamed and ran back to the console.

The girls ran around the console, avoiding the creature.

“Who are you?” Clara asked.

“Why does it matter! It wants to kill us!” Elise yelled at her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Tricky and the Doctor ran into a control room. “Back where we started,” Tricky said.

The Doctor ran to the console. “No, it's an echo. The console room is the safest place on the ship. It can replicate itself any number of times. It's trying to protect us,” the Doctor told him.

“Because I tried to give back the circuit?”

“Team TARDIS.” The Doctor rummaged around and a piece of metal fell.

Only it didn’t hit the floor. It completely disappeared.

“Where did…where did that go?” Tricky asked.

“There's more than one echo room. Hey, look, look.” Two shadows appeared on the console. “The TARDIS has got Clara and Elise safe. That was them. That was them there.” The Doctor kissed his hands and pressed them to the rotor. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” This Elise would not die on his watch.

“But why…why can’t we see her?” Tricky asked.

“It's like a light switch. Two positions, flickering at super-infinite speeds. We're only together for a brief second. Shush.”

They could hear Clara panting and Elise trying to reassure her.

“I can hear them.”

They heard Elise and Clara scream and a loud growl.

“She's let it in. She's let it in!” Tricky yelled.

“If I can just isolate their position, I can nudge the alternation, reach in and grab them.”

“Console room, echo imprint of the original,” they heard.

“You're coming with me. I need you to get me out of here,” Gregor said, grabbing Tricky.

The Doctor soniced Gregor’s computer.

“Scanning for female human. Scanning for female descendant. Scanning for female human. Scanning for female descendant. Unidentified human.”

They moved closer to the doors.

“It doesn't know Lancashire and of course it won’t recognize Elise.”

“What?” Gregor asked.

“It doesn't know sass. Yes! It's found Clara and Elise. It's found them. They’re right there.”

Clara and Elise partially appeared. The Doctor grabbed them and pulled them through. The Doctor hugged Clara. “It's all right. Clara, I'm so, so sorry. Sorry. Please, please forgive me, Clara.”

Clara hit him on the arm.

“Ow! Okay, so we're not doing hugging. I get that now.”

Elise, however, threw her arms around his neck.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re safe.” He kissed her head, thanking whatever gods existed that she was okay.

#eleventh doctor imagine #eleventh doctor imagines #eleventh doctor #doctor who imagine #doctor who #Doctor Who fanfiction #clara oswald #clara oswald imagine #the littlest timelord #the littlest timelord: the fall of the eleventh #journey to the center of the TARDIS

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enchantedlokii · 4 years ago

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Run

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language, mentions of death

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark, Curtis Connors, Steve Rogers, FRIDAY, Bucky Barnes

Mentioned: Wanda Maximoff, Penelope (oc), Ned Leeds, Richard Parker, Mary Parker, Ben Parker, Pepper Potts

@whumptober2020 Day Nine: “Run!”

“She has to be around here somewhere,” Peter murmured under his breath, looking around for any sign of where Morgan could be. “I can feel it.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Maximoff,” Tony huffed, glancing back at the boy behind him. Despite the small smile, Peter could tell that he was being eaten alive in his mind. Peter didn’t blame him, either. He was almost as terrified as Tony was right now; because Morgan had been missing all evening.

“Her teacher didn’t see her leave with anyone?” Peter questioned. When Tony had called him and asked him to meet him on the Brooklyn Bridge, he had explained that Morgan wasn’t waiting at parent pick up that afternoon and that he had received a text from an unknown number that gave a clue as to where she might be. The only problem was that Morgan was a smart kid; a teenager now, actually, and knew not to leave with strangers. She knew the kind of danger she was in because of who she was, and she had never broke that rule before. She had to be careful even with her closest friends.

“Penny saw a man pushing her into his car,” Tony told him. Penny — Penelope was her real name, but they had always called her Penny — had been Morgan’s best friend since kindergarten. They were as close as Peter and Ned, having a sister-like relationship. He could imagine the girl was frantic right now after watching Morgan be kidnapped. “All we have is her description; a tall blonde man with one arm.”

“She couldn’t fight off a man with one arm?” Peter asked, raising a brow. “Did she not have her pepper spray?”

“I don’t know, Kiddo. I really don’t know,” Tony sighed. He started to speak again, but stopped as they reached a metal door. “Do you hear anything in here?”

Peter pressed his ear against the cool steel and listened carefully. “You are a psychopath, you know?” Yep, that was definitely Morgan. “Out of all people you decide to kidnap the daughter of an Avenger? I get it you want your spotlight moment, but that’s not a good idea.”

“She’s in here,” Peter told Tony, standing back. “Do you think your repulsors can take it down?”

“They should unless there’s any vibranium in it,” he said with a nod, lowering his faceplate. Peter leaped to the ceiling, ready to crawl inside and grab Morgan while her kidnapper was distracted.

The repulsors whined before a blast of energy shot out, effectively taking down the door. Peter felt his breath catch when he saw Morgan was strapped to a chair in the center of the room, several machines set up around her. What caught him by surprise was the familiar figure that turned to stare at them. “You!”

“Dad! Peter!” Morgan struggled against the straps on her wrists, trying to pull herself free. “This guy is crazy! He has a f*cking lizard fetish or something.”

“Language,” Peter snapped at his pseudo sister before he dropped to the ground. He turned to look at Tony behind him. “I’ll take care of him. You get Morgan out.”

“Kid—”

Peter ignored him, turning to face the scientist and pulling off his mask. “How dare you!” he cried, moving forward slowly. He grabbed the man’s shoulders and pushed him away from Morgan, towards the wall. “Is your goal to ruin my life or something?”

“I don’t even know who you are!” The man sneered.

“Oh, yes you do,” Peter barked. “You know me, Doc. Peter Benjamin Parker. Ring a bell?”

The doctor’s eyes narrowed as they filled with realization. “Richard and Mary’s boy.”

“You killed my parents!” Peter snapped, pushing the man against the wall once again. The man’s glasses fell to the ground, the frame snapping between the lenses. “You turned me into a monster! You-you’re the reason that my uncle is dead! And now-now that I’m finally happy you kidnap my sister?”

Peter shot a web at the man’s torso, strapping him to the wall. He turned long enough to see that Tony had broke Morgan out of the chair and was out of his suit, hugging her tight as he watched Peter with worried eyes. Peter blinked at him before turning back to the man. “Morgan’s right. You’re a psychopath!”

“Oh? But we’re you not the one that gave me the answer to your father’s formula?”

Peter froze, seeing the small device in the man’s hand, labeled with the Oscorp logo. Before he could react, the man was stabbing himself in the thigh. “No! No, Dr. Connors!”

“Pete? What’s going on?” Tony asked.

Peter turned, his eyes widening with horror. “Run!” he cried.

“And leave you here with this freak?” Tony snapped. “Are you crazy?”

“Go, Tony,” he said sharply. “Get Morgan out of here.” Tony didn’t respond at first and Peter heard a roar from behind. “Run!”

Tony reactivated his suit and picked Morgan up, holding her close as he started to run out of the room. The girl cried out in protest, trying to get him to stop. “Dad! Stop! You can’t leave him here!”

“Peter has superpowers. You don’t,” Tony told her, trying to keep his voice even. He wasn’t sure what this man had in mind, but he could see that it wasn’t something fun. It was obvious that Peter knew more about him that Tony did, and as much as he hated it, the boy was an adult now. He had more fight left in him than Tony, and he would be putting them all in danger by trying to help. “I’m taking you to Steve’s, then I’ll go back and help, okay? You shouldn’t be caught in the middle of this.”

“Just have FRIDAY send me a suit!” Morgan pleaded, hitting the back of her father’s suit with her balled fists. Even as strong as she was, she couldn’t even dent the metal. “Dad!”

Tony landed outside the apartment complex where Steve and Bucky lived and gently placed his daughter in front of him. “Sweetie, you know that I can’t do that,” he told her, bringing a gloved hand to her face and rubbing her cheek. “I can’t have both of my kids in danger, and Peter’s more equipped to fight than you are. He’s been doing this since he was your age.”

“Please, Dad,” Morgan begged, tears streaming down her face now. “He can’t— h-he can’t get hurt because of me. You have to let me help.”

Tony shook his head, walking up to the door and ringing the bell. He could see the look of surprise on Steve’s face as he saw him and opened the door. “Hey, is everything alright?” he asked. Tony could see Bucky sitting on the couch inside, looking up worriedly at Steve’s question.

“No, no, it’s not. I know it’s last minute, but I need you to let Morgan stay here for a bit. I have to go help Peter.”

“Completely fine. Want me to get some supplies ready? It’s closer than flying back to Manhattan.” Tony noticed Morgan tense up beside him at the assumption that they would be injured in the fight. He wanted to lie for her sake, but he honestly had no idea what they were going up against.

“Please,” he replied. He lifted his faceplate for a moment and bent over next Morgan. “Hey, I love you.”

“I love you too,” she murmured, her voice shaking. He pulled her in close and kissed her forehead. “Please be careful.”

“I will,” he promised. “Be good. Call your mom for me and let her know you’re okay.”

Morgan nodded and he squeezed her tight before standing and backing away. He lowered his faceplate before launching himself in the air again. “FRIDAY, connect me to Peter’s suit. Now.”

“Yes, Boss,” FRIDAY replied. Within moments, the information from his suit was displayed on his screen and he could hear Peter panting over the comms.

“Tony?” he asked quietly. There was a small noise and Peter’s face appeared on his screen. His pupils were dilated and there were scratches on his cheek, but he was alive and breathing. That mattered more than anything.

“I’m on my way, Pete,” Tony assured him. “Are you alright?”

“He got away,” Peter wheezed. “H-he got away.”

“Okay. That’s okay. Where are you?” he asked. His screen showed that there were three large rips in the front of Peter’s suit and his oxygen was a bit lower than normal. He would be terrified if the boy’s heart rate wasn’t steady at 110. Whatever was wrong, he would survive until he got him and got help.

“I, um, I’m in the sewer?”

“In the sewer?” Tony asked, noticing the hesitance in his voice. He noticed the boy’s hair was wet and his heart dropped. “Please don’t tell me. . .”

“He tried to drown me with sewer water?” Peter coughed. “Yeah, sorry. Wouldn��t be a good way to go out, would it?”

“Good thing you’re not going to,” he replied, lowering himself to the ground and opening a manhole in the sidewalk. “Don’t worry, Pete. We can deal with the smell. As long as you’re okay.”

“I’ve had worse,” Peter told him, a small smile growing on his lips. “Not the first time someone’s tried to drown me.”

“Your chest okay?”

“It hurts, but it’s not too deep,” Peter replied. “I’m just worried it will get infected. Because, you know.”

“We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen,” Tony assured him. “Hang tight, Kid. I’m almost there. Oh, and for the record. . .”

“Yeah?”

“We’re going to have a long talk about this whole self-sacrificial attitude you have going on. You’re lucky that I had to get Morgan out of there or you would be in huge trouble.”

Peter smirked at him through the camera. “Okay, Dad,” he teased. “Just trying to be like you.”

“Oh, you little. . .”

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ardenskyedarcy221b · 5 years ago

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from our family to yours

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for @hailing-stars and @ciaconnaa for their unending support of me. love you 3000 besties!

“I come bearing presents!” shouts Peter, stepping through the front door of the cabin he calls his second home, juggling his backpack and several Target bags. “Who missed me?”

“Petey!” his little sister’s ear-splitting screech precedes tiny feet stomping down the stairs as if she were an entire stampede before he has two feet inside and the door shut behind him.

Peter hauls himself fully through the threshold, makes sure the glass door latches, quickly deposits his belongings on the ground. He braces himself.

It doesn’t take Morgan long to launch herself at his knees.

Peter catches her easily, swinging her around and pulling melodious giggles as a result, until Morgan’s arms wind around his neck and she knees his side as she locks her legs around his waist. He beams at her.

Her eyes squint with the force of her smile. “Missed you,” she mumbles once she burrows into his neck. “Don’t like it when you leave me.”

“Mmm, I missed you, Mo-kitty.”

Morgan yanks away, brows furrowed and looking like a dark-headed version of her mother, and professes, “I’m not a kitty, Pete!”

Peter’s laughter mingles with Tony’s, who Peter glances up to see pushing himself up and off the sofa and sporting a wide grin.

“I could have sworn you were a cat! You act just like one.”

“I do not,” she says with all the seriousness of a professional attorney, though the uptick lips ruins the aura. “I’m a princess who slays dragons.”

“Woah ho! Well excuse me.”

“You’re excused.”

Tony snorts as he tugs on Peter’s shoulder so he can pull the teenager into his chest, squeezing him tightly first then planting a kiss on his temple.

“No, Daddy! Pete’s here to see me.”

Tony’s wide gaze finds and holds Peter’s as they share a moment of commiseration. Then Tony winks.

“Are you a kidnapper?” he asks his daughter, tugging once on her ponytail.

“What?”

“I asked if you’re a kidnapper.”

“I’m not!”

“So you can’t keep Pete from me. Otherwise that would make you a kidnapper.”

Peter snorts once.

“Daddy,” she drags out the final vowel, head lolling backwards and dramatically rolling her eyes. “I asked Petey to come, not you.”

“And yet, you’re both in my house.”

“Actually, it’s Mommy’s house sooo,” she ends her sentence with a shrug.

Peter tucks the feisty five year old under his chin and attempts to hold in his belly laughs. Morgan fights it at first, though she’s quick to act like a spider-monkey and cling to him if it’ll mean she has all the claim to him.

Tony rolls his eyes.

“What’s in the bags, Petey?”

“Ah-ha! No treats before lunch! You can do whatever you two wanna do after you eat.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Um, excuse you, little miss; I’m the cool parent, what kind of nonsense are you saying?”

“Petey agrees with me.”

“I plead the fifth.”

“Ouch. Taken out by both of my kids.” sniffs Tony. “You’re lucky I already made sandwiches and brought out those blueberry bites Mom made; otherwise, I’d say no lunch.”

Peter rolls his eyes and sets off for the kitchen. “You’re all talk, old man.”

“Hey now,” protests Tony, “there’s no need for that kinda behavior in front of your impressionable sister. She repeats everything she hears.”

“All talk, old man,” parrots Morgan as she pulls away from Peter’s chin, grin wide and mischievous and not bothering to hide her giggling amusement, batting her eyelashes at her father, though Tony doesn’t see her. “Mommy says same thing.”

Peter imagines Tony rolls his eyes as he leads them into the kitchen. He feels the magnitude of it.

As Tony veers toward the island where there is a smorgasbord of food, Peter steers toward the kitchen table and tries depositing Morgan in her designated seat. Only the little girl is doing a great impression of having sticky powers and Morgan stays attached to his waist and neck.

“Can I sit with you?”

Peter raises his eyes at her.

Her lower lip juts out into the beginning of an impressive pout.

Peter sighs.

Morgan beams.

Peter pulls out his own designated chair with all the drama required to get his sister in a fit of continuous giggles until she snorts and they plop down. Morgan makes herself comfortable, twisting on his lap until she can smile up at him. If Pepper were home, Morgan would sit in her seat; but because she’s on a plane home from Beijing, Tony explains, and both Tony and Peter have an extremely difficult time telling the little girl no, Morgan gets what she wants.

Tony doesn’t even blink when he comes over with plates: simply sets two on one placemat and heads back for his own.

Morgan grabs her sandwich and bites into the middle.

“Will you tell me a story?”

Peter eats around her, hoping he doesn’t drop crumbs in her hair. “What, like right now?”

Her expression is the equivalent of a duh noise and Peter bops her nose for it.

“Once upon a time, both my kids ate their lunch quietly. The end.”

“Daddy!”

“You asked for a story; I gave you a story,” comes the cheeky reply from Tony as he finally pulls out his seat at the kitchen table.

Morgan glares at him. “I asked Petey for a story,” she emphasizes the name.

Peter cuts in before Tony aggravates Morgan so much she ends up in tears of frustration. (He knows from experience that this time of the day is notorious for meltdowns; Morgan thinks she has outgrown naps, but her behavior has the tendency to disagree with the little girl.) “Do you want a real story or pretend one?”

Morgan tilts her chin in the air, eyes squinting close as she thinks. As her eyes pop open she cries, “A Spider-Man story!”

Tony groans.

Peter grins. “Did I tell you how Spidey accidentally let an animal loose at the zoo?”

Brown eyes nearly eclipse his sister’s face as they widen at his words. “You what?”

Her words are echoed by her father, though the baritone isn’t a tone of wonder but one of exasperation.

Yeah, maybe Peter shouldn’t have told this story at the table since he spent all week making sure Tony didn’t hear about it. Well, the last thirty-six hours. Same thing. There went his longest record of keeping a secret that wasn’t his secret identity. Oh well, best get on with it then.

“So Spidey is at the zoo, right? And he’s helping a little girl just a little bit older than you, Mo, find her way back to her parents. She said they were supposed to be at the penguins exhibit.”

“Oooh, I love penguins!!”

“I know you do; that’s what I told the little girl that my baby sister loooooves them.”

Morgan’s smile turned into a wide, pleased grin. “So what happened next?”

“Is this really a story you should be telling her?” interjects a wary Tony, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“All my stories have a moral to them.”

“Doesn’t answer my question.”

“Yes, I need to tell this story. There’s valuable life lessons to be learned today,” Peter finishes with a firm nod, shifting his attention back to Morgan and flashes her a wide smile. Her giggles are hidden behind her hand she slaps to her mouth, and Peter huffs out a snort of laughter. “SO, back to what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted—”

“—I’ll ground you—”

“No you won’t.”

“Mommy says you’re all talk, Daddy.”

Tony groans, long and loud and dramatic, head tipping back until it plonks against the back of his chair.

Peter carries on, “I may have accidentally let loose a penguin or two.”

“Oh no!”

“You WHAT?!”

“Stop interrupting me,” says Peter, flapping his hand in Tony’s general direction, not daring to meet what will surely be steely brown eyes, and continues, “but it’s okay! I’m Spider-Man. I took care of it.”

“Petey!” squeals Morgan, “what happened?!”

“So there may have been an incident where everyone wanted Spidey to feed the penguins and for future reference I am not able to stick to ice and reinforced glass is nothing against a clumsy superhero.”

Tony makes a high pitched noise as Morgan titters in amusement.

“Have you ever tried to catch a runaway penguin before, Mo?” Peter asks with all the levels of seriousness he can muster, which isn’t very much.

“No,” she shakes her head. “I have tried to catch Gerald when he escapes his pen! He ran out of his fence one time on Daddy though; it was pretty funny.”

“Funny for everyone but him, I’d imagine. So, I’m running after a penguin—“

“Why didn’t you use your webs?”

Peter makes a face. “Apparently there are surfaces I cannot stick and the same goes toward my webs? I guess. I dunno. You’re such a smarter cookie than I am, Mo; because I didn’t think it through.”

Tony snorts, “He finally admits it.”

“This is the important bit!” whines Peter with an over-exaggerated tone. “She needs to learn the moral of the story.”

“What’s a moral?”

“Well,” starts Peter, “I guess it’s kinda like lesson learned from a story, between what’s right and what’s wrong. Does that make sense?”

At first Morgan nods and Peter believes he explained it well enough for his little sister. Until she shrugs on top of the nodding movement and Peter bites back a groan. Tony was just telling him over the phone at the beginning of the week Morgan had picked up a new habit: Peter didn’t believe him, though he isn’t sure why. Now he understands how frustrating it is to see the little girl acting willfully oblivious. The glint in her eye says it all: Morgan thinks she’s being funny if she acts oblivious. Peter hopes it isn’t a long habit.

The little girl opens her mouth to speak but Peter cuts her off.

“Okay, moral of the story always fix your mistakes. Make sense?”

“Yep!”

Tony rolls his eyes, not bothering to hid his wide smirk as he says, “Alright, finish eating.”

Morgan takes another large bite.

Peter leans across the tabletop and stage-whispers to Morgan, “Maybe next time I’ll tell you about my shark tank adventures.”

Tony barks, “Absolutely not!”

Peter sputters out a cackle while Morgan snickers behind her hand.

Rest of lunch passes uneventfully.

Until it’s time for Morgan’s nap and Peter can’t say no to telling his little sister a story and gets dragged upstairs and he finds himself cramped on a twin bed with said little sister wedged up against him, looking up at him and awaiting a new story with all the patience of an expectant five year old.

“Tell me a story.”

“Once upon a time, Morgan had to take a nap but she couldn’t stop talking so her heroic big brother Peter hypnotized her and she still didn’t go to sleep because she is sooo stubborn.”

Morgan’s eyebrows scrunch together. “Tell me a different story.”

“Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Morgan—“

“No, she can’t have my name!”

“Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Rosie—“

“Nooo, I don’t wanna hear a story about a little girl.”

“Once upon a time, there was a little boy named José and he loved to ride his bike. His bike was red and blue after his favorite superhero and he loved riding it every single day. What happens next?”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?” asks Peter, shifting around to stare down at the stubborn child practically glued at his side. “You’re a great storyteller!”

Morgan makes a face.

“Tell me what happens next; I forget.”

And so the next forty-five minutes go until Morgan falls asleep.

It takes three minutes more for Peter to feel comfortable enough to slip out from Morgan’s hold and tiptoe out of her bedroom.

“I’m surprised she fell asleep,” is his greeting from Tony once Peter crests the bottom step.

Peter doesn’t reply until he plops down next to his mentor and snuggles into the older man’s side, “She really loves her stories.”

“That she does.” nods Tony, wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulder and tugging him closer into his side. “What goodies did you bring this time?”

“Pajamas.”

“Oh, boy.”

And they leave the conversation untouched after that eloquent reply.

Television remains turned off, though FRIDAY provides holiday music as gentle white noise, as Tony and Peter catch up. Peter admits he’s ready for his midterms despite feeling overly prepared and stressed from the mounting work.

“I’m proud of you, Pete.” the words are strong, sure, and are spoken with the warmth of a parent unleashing his tenderness freely upon his child. “You never cease amazing me. To have you in my life is one incredible thing; but the fact Morgan gets to grow up with you as her older brother... I’m one lucky dad to have two extraordinary children. No matter what you two become, continue to become.”

A soft smile unfurls as the teenager settles more firmly against a shoulder and chest, closing his eyes at the bubbling emotions stirring inside him. Peace. Harmony. Belonging. All things he has struggled tremendously over since his return, and Tony’s lengthy recovery; flighty feelings he now tries his damnedest to relish whenever they appear. More frequently, and not taken for granted.

Of course the peace is always broken when a five year old is underfoot. Morgan sleeps all of ninety minutes, at most, before she’s zooming downstairs and climbing over the back of the couch to nestle between her brother and father.

“Presents!!” she screeches directly into Peter’s ear canal. “Petey, please!?”

Peter blinks away the fuzzy-ringing sensation.

“Morgan, you know better than to scream in Peter’s ears.” starts Tony.

Wide eyes grow larger, comically on such a cherubic face, as the five year old professes, “I’m just excited.” at her father’s raised eyebrows she tacks on, “Sorry, Petey.”

He presses a kiss to her forehead. “S’alright, Mo-kitty.”

She pouts, curling down her lower lip, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, you know where his stuff’s at, Morgan.” Tony says after a beat of his daughter’s prolonged dramatics.

Morgan shifts as if to jump off Peter’s lap and Peter lifts her with enhanced deftness, keeping her from kicking or elbowing him or Tony in her quest to track down goodies, and Peter sets her on her feet. Morgan pays no attention to how she’s on the ground. She shuffle-sprints toward the front door and dives right into the Target bags.

“Oooh, jammies! Daddy!” she crows.

Tony pokes Peter in the side.

Peter yelps, immensely ticklish in that spot. He jumps up and away from his mentor, turning to scrunch up his face at the other man, before trotting over to assist Morgan.

If anyone says Peter went overboard on their family pajamas, he’ll just point to Tony and say the man’s never taught him control. Peter is stoked about them and honestly he wants them out of their bags quick so Morgan can amp up his excitement.

Morgan pulls out Peter’s pjs first and Peter is quick to explain the white blob,

“It’s a unicorn, Mo.”

“Oh!” she hands it to him.

Peter shakes it out and holds it up against his body, making certain that the hood is situated enough for Morgan to see the attached horn.

“A unicorn?” questions Tony from behind.

“Oh, just you wait,” smirks Peter and notions for Morgan to dig into the same bag. “I almost got us matching pjs because I liked yours so much.” he tosses his unicorn footless pajamas onto the couch and turns back to see Morgan pulling out a colorful creation, directing at her, “Do you know what that is?”

She makes a weird noise at the back of her throat, like she wants to scream and speak at the same time. Then she professes, “It’s a DRAGON!”

“She’s the slayer of dragons.” whines Tony.

“Exactly!” Peter preens with a little wiggle of excitement. “Look, it even has a tail!”

“Pete!”

“Yeah, Mo?”

“Am I gonna be a princess?”

“No. I hope I picked out something better for you. Go ahead and see, in that last bag.” he encourage,.

Morgan digs into the next bag and positively shrieks. “It’s a mermaid!”

Peter had settled on mermaid pajamas for Morgan simply because her favorite color is blue and Peter was a fan of the tail’s design. And the children’s section didn’t have as much to choose from in the variety Peter wanted. Needs must, and all that jazz.

“Let’s put them on NOW!!!”

“Morguna—“

“Mo—“

“NOW!”

Since both are pushovers, Morgan gets what she wants, though it may have something to do with the fact Morgan immediately started tugging her sweater over her head.

Ten minutes later they were all bundled up in their footless pajamas (footies in Morgan’s case), hot chocolates in hand, and sitting on the couch bickering over what holiday movie to watch.

Morgan wins with the newest Pixar classic.

They’re halfway through the second movie, though there’s more singing and jumping around the living room than sitting and enjoying the movie, when Pepper wonders into the house. There is too much chaos for Pepper’s entrance to steal away anyone’s attention. Volume from the movie is up higher than usual; and even then Morgan and Peter’s singing is heard clearly. Tony is roped into singing the choruses.

So of course the first thing Pepper says is,

“Why’d you start chaotic Christmas without me?”

“MOMMY!” shrieks Morgan, jumping onto the couch so she can scurry up the back and throw herself into her mother’s arms.

Pepper catches Morgan, juggling her around until the child is situated at her hip. “What new outfit do you have on; Mommy’s never seen it before.”

“Petey got it for me, see! I’m a mermaid.”

“And it’s blue! How nice of him.”

Peter grins big over at Pepper and she laughs upon seeing his own getup.

“He got one for Daddy, too!” continues on Morgan, patting her mother’s cheeks for her full attention. “Daddy’s a dragon! And I’m the dragon slayer!”

“Oh, poor Daddy.”

Tony stretches over the couch’s back, pouting identically to his daughter’s infamous expression. “Yeah, poor Daddy. He’s been stuck at home with two rowdy heathens! He’s a withering dragon.”

Peter snorts, “Quick, someone give him hugs and kisses!”

Morgan wraps her arms around Pepper’s neck and proceeds to offer a kiss to her mother’s cheek.

Tony scoffs, smile blossoming despite the faux-hurt expression.

Pepper’s head tosses back, laughter shaking her frame.

Peter drops down next to Tony, resting his head against Tony’s shoulder. “Hi.”

“Oh, look! Someone has come to love on the poor, withering away dragon!” croons Tony, wrapping both arms around Peter until he’s snug in his embrace. “A unicorn’s love is the purest of them all.”

Peter snorts loudly at that proclamation.

Morgan cackles madly at the noise, for whatever reason she is always overcome with immense pleasure whenever anyone snorts in laughter. “He sounds like a pig.” she whisper-shouts at Pepper.

“Kinda weird for a unicorn!” comes Peppers reply.

At the reminder of their pajamas, Morgan whips around and says, “Hey! Daddy, you can’t snuggle my unicorn!! He’s mine!” and then she promptly attempts throwing herself out of Pepper’s arm and onto the couch.

Pepper doesn’t let her go.

Tony begins raining kisses down on Peter.

For his part, Peter pretends to squirm away, hoping to rile up his sister

Morgan falls for it: immediately squawking and wiggling away from her mother in an attempt to attack her father. After a few moments, Pepper allows Morgan to climb onto the couch and she latches onto her dad’s prosthetic arm.

“Noo, Daddy, Petey’s my unicorn!”

“I knew him first; he’s mine.”

Pepper barks out a surprised, “Tony!”

Tony and Morgan squabble over who Peter belongs to for several loud moments. Peter laughs hysterically between the both of them. Pepper wonders up behind the couch and combs her fingers through Peter’s hair and says,

“What if I claimed Peter as my own?”

Tony gasps.

Morgan squeals, “Can’t! He’s mine!”

Peter tugs Morgan into his lap. “Oh yeah? And what if I said I’m my own man?”

Morgan’s brows furrow at that proclamation.

Tony, thankfully, switches the conversation, “Hey, Mo? Why don’t you ask Mom to put on her special jammies at the back of our closet?”

Pepper backs away from the couch. “No way.” she says with all the dignity of a composed CEO not afraid of anything, shaking her head and swishing around her ponytail. “You promised you’d never bring it up again!”

Peter bites his lip, “I didn’t get Pepper pjs because you said on Monday she wouldn’t be back until next week!”

Tony shushes him, “It’s okay. I did say that. But Pep has a black cat footie pajama set in our room that she loves to wear.”

Peter turns around to stare incredulously at Pepper, “You do?!”

Pepper mouths at her husband, “I hate you,” before turning her attention to Peter, “I do. I’ll be back; give me ten minutes.” and she trudges up the staircase.

Morgan and Peter share a commemorating look of victory.

Tony claps his hands. “Finally! I’ve been wanting to do a family portrait forever!”

Peter throws his head back with laughter, “You seriously wanna do family pictures in pjs?”

“When have I ever been conventional?”

“Fair.”

Morgan jumps out of Peter’s lap and begins bouncing on the cushions once more. “We need to start the movie over! We missed ten whole minutes!”

“We can rewind it,” her father soothes.

“Nope,” she shakes her head, “gotta start it allllll over. I said so.”

“And your word is law?”

Morgan nods.

Tony sweeps her into his arm, to the tune of Morgan shrieking, and says between kisses, “How about I think about it while you clean up your mess? I want our picture taken in front of the fireplace.”

Morgan glances that way and pulls a scrunched up face. “Do I gotta?”

Peter stands up and offers the little girl his hand, “I’ll help.”

So Peter and Morgan clean up.

Pepper comes back down, decked out in her black cat pajamas. Peter retrains from commenting on her, admittedly awesome, ensemble. Tony, on the other hand, immediately begins flirting with his wife as Morgan and Peter finish their task.

After a few moments, Pepper puts an end of Tony’s comments by directing them all in front of the fireplace.

“One serious and the rest are silly,” Tony says as his sits in the middle, pulling Peter onto his left side. “Think you can manage all that, FRI?”

“Well within my purviews, boss; I am more than capable of taking family portraits.”

“Excellent! Morgan, you sit with Mom, alright?”

“Yes!”

“Say goofball on the count of three,” FRIDAY directs and begins counting down.

“Goofball!” echoes four voices.

Tony puts the serious picture up on the company website. And if May ends up being bombarded with several silly pictures ten minutes later, well, Tony and Peter both know she won’t mind.

#irondad bingo #fluff #christmas fluff #tis the season #pajamas #self indulgent #my writing #ardenspews #thanks for all the love and support!!!

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secret-engima · 5 years ago

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OH BUT as long as we've got the whole canon-meets-au thing fresh in mind, imagine Regis meeting Regina. Or Regina!Noctis casually breaking everyone's minds when he tells them his mom is Queen Regina and it's really weird seeing her counterpart as a man -

*screeches in* YOOOOOO DID NOT MEAN TO FOGRET I HADN’T ANSWERED THIS BECAUSE IT’S AN AWESOME IDEA. BUT I’M HERE NOW SO LETS RAMBLE (note that I shall refer to the canon counterparts of everyone but Regis as C!Name to differentiate from Regina’s crew):

-It’s C!Cid that encounters them first. Because of course he is. They trickled into Hammerhead after an Encounter with Solheim magic, and C!Cid gets this ... feeling of confused doom when he sees the Regalia plus like- two motorcycles trundle into Hammerhead.

-The feeling of doom multiplies when out of the Regalia climbs a lot of familiar faces, plus three not-so-familiar faces and one face that should be familiar except its FEMALE.

-Regina gets off her motorcycle (that Cor is perched on the back of btw) looks around this larger, busier Hammerhead with fascinated eyes, then turns and grins at her Sun, “Found civilization!”

-Cid and C!Cid are already staring at each other, and Cid just- SIGHS heavily at Regina’s chipper mood, “Ah blame ya for everything about this, ‘Gina.”

-Regina just laughs and C!Cid can feel a headache coming on.

-C!Cid, after hearing their jumbled story and learning why the group is both bigger and younger than it was in his timeline (TIMELINES. FRAGGIT REGGIE THIS IS YOUR FAULT SOMEHOW HE KNOWS IT), grumbles and herds them all off to Insomnia. Because this is Reggie’s problem and he’s going to deal with it. Not C!Cid thank you.

-Needless to say, this was NOT how Regis expected his afternoon to go. A servant comes to inform him that Cid Sophiar is waiting in one of the guest lounges with a sizable group of young adults and teens, Regis and C!Clarus exchanged baffled looks before rounding up C!Cor and trundling down to greet their old friend and his apparent gaggle of strange young ones.

-They walk in right as Cor tries, yet again, to best Regina in combat as per their deal for his coming along with them on this trip. Regina doesn’t even blink as she disarms the feral Bby Cloud and pins him to the floor with her boot on his neck, still casually chatting with Ardyn and Titus the entire time.

-Regis and the C!Co all stare. Because What.

-Seeing the goggle eyed king, C!Cid greets his old friends, then immediately yeets them under the bus by calling over Clarus and saying, “Clarus, this is Clarus. His Reggie did something stupid in them old Solheim ruins and now they’re here. Ah figured they’d have a better chance getting home here than in Hammerhead.”

-While C!Clarus gapes and younger Clarus eyes his older counterpart with some wariness, C!Cid takes possibly too much glee in introducing the rest of Regina’s motley cast of misfits (Cor is still struggling under Regina’s shoe, turning slightly blue in the face because of his refusal to yield). Weskham is all polite manners and mischievous smirks as he greets the C!cast and ... admittedly stares in worried fascination at Regis (a MALE Regina, that must have been an interesting change to their childhoods, he’s so ... off balance too, Regina hadn’t even blinked at the dimensional travel problem, yet this counterpart looks like he needs a good sit down and a glass of water, and is that a CANE he’s using? Whatever for? He’s not that old-).

-C!Cid, because he is a troll at heart, introduces Regina LAST. Admittedly, Regis and C!Co should have been expecting it by the time they were introduced to the counterpart of Sylva and C!Cid had pointed out the wheezing, snarling Corling on the floor, and YET-.

-Regina looks up with perfect timing from where she’d been trying to talk Cor into just yielding already before he passed out, smiles a smile that is positively Fae and introduces herself, “Regina Lucis Caelum, Crown Princess of Lucis, daughter of King Mors and current runaway fugitive from said father.” She tilts her head as Regis makes a faint dying whale noise, her grin still in place as she muses, “Somehow I thought I’d be ... taller if I was male. But we’re about the same height actually.”

-C!Clarus manages to stay upright himself long enough to help Regis to a chair. Then they both sit down hard. Weskham calmly begins pulling a tea set out of armiger out of sympathy while Titus just- sighs and Ardyn shyly points out to Regina that she could have broken the news a little more gently and also Corling is eighty percent passed out so she might want to let him up now.

-”Not until he yields,” Regina retorts cheerfully, then looks down at the twitching Cor and comments, “You know that if you pass out, I’m going to do something embarrassing to you. So pick your poison, Murder Child, the embarrassment of yielding? Or letting me do whatever I want while you’re unconscious?”

-Glaring pure murder and hate, Corling slaps the floor three times with a hand. Regina takes her boot off his neck and lets his wheeze curses into the floor as she turns and examines the C!cast with a critical eye. She spots adult C!Cor, who has been drifting steadily closer with a feral fascination in his gaze, and smiles like the sun, “Murder Child! You grow up into such a lovely Murder Adult!”

-Cor wheezes something profane from the floor while C!Cor raises an eyebrow and Cid sighs heavily as he helps Cor up from the floor and gives him a canteen of water to help his throat.

-In the midst of watching this ... entire Thing play out, something finally clicks into place in Regis’s brain and he manages a strangled, “Runaway fugitive?”

-Regina casually flops onto the arm of the chair Regis is sitting in, kicking her legs almost like a child as she chirps, “Yep! Ran away at fourteen because Prophecies, but Daddy Dearest,” there is a definite sneer when she says that and a flash of almost murderous magic in her eyes, “didn’t believe me. So I’m a fugitive from his Crownsguard. Have been for a few years now. Murder Child over there was the latest attempt to bring me back to the Citadel, but it didn’t work and now he’s my Cloudy Murder Child.”

-”Stop calling me Murder Child!”

-”It’s that or Baby Cloud, Murder Child, take your pick.”

-Cor snarls at her while Titus snickers and Clarus looks to the heavens in exasperation. Regina continues her story to an increasingly horrified Regis, “Anyway, ran away at fourteen, was not believed that I was on a Holy Quest, or that I had good reasons for asking the Oracle Princess to come with me on my quest.”

-Sylva, from where she is loyally lurking next to Ardyn and sipping on Weskham’s tea, points out, “You broke into my room in the middle of the night and we left before dawn. I’m fairly certain the world thinks you kidnapped me, ‘Gina, my mother’s proclamations to the contrary or no.”

-”Kidnapped, asked, semantics,” retorts Regina, blatantly not caring when C!Clarus makes a garbled noise of protest at that (and HOW is Regis’s counterpart this ... blasé and insane? Seriously being a different gender should NOT make this much a difference right? RIGHT?)

-C!Cor who is the only canon member coping with this well (C!Cid is already drinking the whiskey Cid passed him in sympathy), asks, “And the Chancellor of Niflheim is with you because....?”

-Regina tilts her head at C!Cor with genuine confusion, “Who? Ardyn? He’s not Niflheim’s anything. I broke him out of Angelgard.”

-In the horrified silence that follows that proclamation, C!Cid dryly comments, “Does yer pa think yer planning a coup or something, cause it sure sounds like ya are.”

-He Regrets™ opening his mouth an instant later when Regina spaces out at the wall with a LOOK in her violet-tinted eyes. Clarus’s head snaps around from where he was holding a staring contest with C!Cor and goes very pale, “Regina no.”

-Regina curls her lips into something too inhuman and cruel to be a smile as she whines, “But my Storm-Shield....”

-Clarus stomps over to physically collar her, as if that will stop the idea from taking root, “No. We’re in enough trouble as it is.” He narrows his eyes at her and growls, “If you plot a coup against Mors so help me I am NEVER doing paperwork for you again. Ever. You’ll have to deal with every scrap of paper your mess generates from now until the end of time. Besides,” he adds with a hint of hysteria in his tone that indicates he is well and truly trying to talk Regina out of an idea (that indicates that Regina is taking C!Cid’s sarcastic comment SERIOUSLY), “Ardyn’s already lived through one royal coup, you’re not going to make him live through one again are you?”

-Regina’s expression falls into a pout as she glances at the suddenly very subdued Ardyn, “....Fine. No royal coups.”

-Cor makes a noise of vague disappointment that makes C!Cor stare at his younger self in alarm, and in the various strangled noises from the C!Cast, Weskham calmly begins passing out cups of tea to soothe the nerves. Weskham sees Regis’s wide-eyed look and smiles a little ruefully, “I would like to say, Your Majesty, that she isn’t usually like this, but I’m afraid I would be lying.” Weskham looks innocently over at C!Clarus, who looks a half-step away from having some kind of heart attack, and asks, “Your Regis wasn’t like this as a teenager?”

-The resounding, scandalized NO from C!Cid, C!Clarus, and Regis himself makes Regina cackle.

#SE asks #hamelin-born asks #Forged in Fury verse #Melodies and Manuscripts #Secret Engima Rambles #Regina meets Regis #Regis is not prepared #no one is prepared #all of the canon cast are two steps from a heart attack #except Cor #because Cor #and yes #Regina calls her Cor 'Murder Child'#because it fits and she finds it funny #Cor tolerates only because the alternative #is Baby Cloud #and his ego cannot deal with that

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negasonicimagines · 5 years ago

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Do You Want To

requests: “Can I request one where reader is DP's daughter and their personalities are very similar. He recently said she has to start going to Xavier's because of her ability to create portals, but doesn't want to attend. Ellie is asked to be her guide and help her get situated. After seeing ellie she does some classic Wilson flirting. ‘Dad, I want her to sit on my face.’” + “Okay okay so Ellie imagine where reader Ellie and a bunch of other Xavier's students are at a party (reader and Ellie are not dating here) and have to play never have I ever and reader says that she's never gotten a hickey and then later Ellie catches up with her and asks if she wants her to give her one? And it leads to like a HEAVY makeout”

notes: F/B: Favorite Band. Jubilee appears as she does in the movies, and the others appear as they do in X-Men Evolution. Also, this fic makes some assumptions about you! If they don’t fit, okay, but please suspend your disbelief.I also did some experimenting with style, I’ve read a lot of @starman-thorsus-canos-jock‘s fics lately and I love the style so I tried to let it influence me!!

warnings: underage drinking, borderline smut but dubious consent considering you’re both the same level of drunk! Sober, clear consent is important, even if the characters in this story don’t have a negative experience.

Open house at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters is always an interesting experience for Ellie. An increasing number of fresh faces every year, finding out what idiots (and tolerable people) she’ll be sharing classes with, and, the most unsettling of all: if she’ll be having a roommate.

But one face - or, rather, mask - that she notices isn’t fresh. It’s annoyingly rotten.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Deadpool? Perving on teenage girls, seriously?” She asks, gesturing to you. “I expected at least better than that.”

“Well, I’m no Ivanka, so I guess I’ll be heading back to my old schoo-”

Ellie gawks while he grabs the collar of your F/B tee shirt, pulling you back to your seat. You’re so… So...

“So, you… You have a daughter..?” Who looks like… Like she does?

“I didn’t always look like a moldy avocado, you know!” He protests. Your lip curls into what’s best described as a sweet smirk. “She makes portals and hates her mom’s new husband. I’m sure you two will get on real well.”

“Yeah,” you agree, eyeing the girl. “Y/N.”

“Ellie,” Ellie introduces herself, feeling her face heat up a little bit with the way you’re looking at her, unashamed of your interest. “Well, I’ve got to go get my schedule…”

“Go with her,” Wade tells you, and you fix him with a skeptical glare. “Please,” he adds. “Such a stickler for manners.”

“I don’t let men order me around,” you correct, and Ellie’s knees are weak.

“I’m very proud,” Wade half-jokes. “Go on, I’ll be here when you get back. I promise not to flirt with any of your teachers.”

“Thank you,” you respond with a bitter chuckle. The cheap shot at your mother that he probably didn’t mean much by was a nice touch. You follow Ellie to a slowly-shrinking crowd, and wait with her. You observe her, and she fidgets under your gaze. No one’s really showed this kind of interest in her before, especially so unabashed.

“Are you… Are you going to say anything, or are you just gonna keep staring at me?” She finally works up the nerve to ask.

“I told you my name, and that I don’t let men order me around. What more do you really need to know?”

Ellie never understood how your dad’s flirting ever worked on women when seeing it in practice on Piotr and Logan, but you seem to pull off the shameless, blunt interest like how she already wouldn’t mind you pulling off-

“Miss Phimister, good to see you’re already acquainted with your roommate this year. Miss Wilson, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Here are your schedules,” Charles Xavier himself says, handing you both your schedules. “You wouldn’t mind helping your new friend get settled in, would you, Eleanor?”

Ellie agrees to help you, and the two of you walk away. It’s not the awful flirting, Ellie realizes, but the hotness of the person saying the words: you.

“Roommates, huh? Whoever made out schedules must be a fucking psychic. A literal fucking psychic,” you flirt as the two of you walk away, and she can barely handle keeping a neutral expression, much less the scowl she normally wears. “Trying to be aloof will only make me want you more… In case you can’t tell, I have daddy issues. And mommy issues. I’m the full package, and willing to wear whatever kind of package you want.”

“Is that so?” Ellie tests the waters, and you blink at her for a few moments.

“Uh… Yeah,” you decide to answer, and she snickers.

“Not as smooth as you’d like to think, huh?”

“I’m just surprised you spoke, Negasonic Teenage Perks of Being a Wallflower,” you retort.

“Nice one, did your dad come up with it?”

“You’ve got bite! That’s good, now if you wouldn’t mind biting my neck..?”

“I-”

“Hey! Hey! New girl!” Ellie recognizes the sound of the boy a year younger than her zooming towards you both before she recognizes his voice. Pietro. “Party tonight, bring a friend, don’t, whatever, it’s in the woods, you’ll know it when you see it!��

He zooms off just as quickly, and you raise a brow.

“Is it actually a party, or his he just skeevy?” you ask.

“It is.”

“Hm, it would be a good idea to make some friends I don’t find irresistible,” you say it like it’s absentmindedly thinking out loud, tapping your lip, but she catches your eyes cutting up to her, looking for a reaction. “But… If I don’t know anyone, how fun would that be?”

“I’ll go with you,” Ellie’s mouth decides for her, but, thankfully, it doesn’t come out too quickly. “I know where it is, they have a huge bonfire in the clearing near the watering hole to celebrate everyone returning to school.”

“I see… Well, it does sound fun. Will there be alcohol?”

“Yeah, it su-”

“Oh, then we’re definitely going,” you decide, and Ellie both dreads and looks forward to later tonight.

After a short trek in the woods, Ellie and you find yourselves at the party.

“Ellie! Good to see you!” Bobby calls out, recognizing her from GSA. “You and the new girl should come over and play Never Have I Ever with us!”

“That sounds great!” you answer for her, heading over. Ellie follows you, because you’re the only reason she’s here, and the two of you sit on a log with Kitty, Anna, and Jubilee, with Bobby standing. At least they’re people she doesn’t hate.

He goes over the rules, and the six of you get started.

“Never have I ever… Kissed a girl,” Bobby says. You, Kitty, and Anna each take a shot, each lowering a finger. “Now you, Jubilee.”

“Never have I ever… Cheated on a test.”

Ellie takes a shot, cringing at the taste and lowering a finger. Based on the not-circle circle that you all are in, Kitty goes next, then Anna, then you, then Ellie, and so on.

“Never have I ever… Received a hickey,” Kitty says. Bobby is the only one to take a shot, and Ellie looks to you with surprise.

“Never have I ever… Fallen in love at first sight,” Anna discloses. You take a shot, winking at Ellie, who is either flushed due to alcohol - it’d honestly be adorable if she was a lightweight, you think - or what you basically just declared to everyone.

“Never have I ever… Tried to cut my own hair,” you decide, and everyone but you takes a shot and lowers a finger. You knew Ellie probably had, but the others surprised you.

“Never have I ever…” Ellie finds herself drawing out the r, having realized this is a good tool to get to know you without dropping her aloof facade. “Played strip poker.”

You and Anna each take a shot. So far, the score is as follows: Bobby - 9, Jubilee - 9, Kitty - 8, Anna - 7, You - 7, and Ellie - 8. You’re starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, though so far it’s really just a giggly lightness and slightly-lowered inhibitions, not that you had many of those in the first place. You can feel yourself on the way to becoming a little more drunk, though.

“Never have I ever,” Bobby begins the next round. “Been to a strip club.”

You take a shot, and your not-circle circle of maybe-friends gasps.

“Y/N’s dad’s wife works at one,” Ellie clarifies for you with a roll of the eyes.

“Why can’t you just let them think that I’m cool?” you whine, leaning on her just a little bit. She scoffs, pretending she doesn’t enjoy the attention from you.

“Never have I ever… Cursed in front of my academic adviser,” Jubilee says. Both Anna and Ellie take a shot.

“Never have I ever…” Kitty starts, and it’s clear she’s not sure what to say. She hums, looking over the group before her eyes land on you and Ellie. She delivers you an almost imperceptible wink. “Got in a fight with someone because I didn’t like them. Not self-defense or helping someone else or X-Men stuff, just straight-up not liking them.”

You and Ellie both drink to that.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you people are trying to get me drunk,” you giggle, definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol after five out of your ten allotted shots.

“I’m there with you,” Anna replies, snickering as well. “Never have I ever-“ she giggles. “Had sex.”

No one takes a shot, all looking at each other - well, Ellie’s just looking at you, kind of but not entirely surprised - before you decide on your declaration.

“Never have I ever…” You giggle some more, a long one that you can’t stifle no matter how much your lungs beg. You look to Ellie for inspiration. “Shaved my head!”

Ellie and Bobby take their shots.

“Never have I ever… Been the first to lose in Never Have I Ever,” Ellie decides.

You and Anna drink, which makes sense, looking at your scores.

The score is now: Bobby - 7, Jubilee - 9, Kitty - 7, Anna - 5, You - 4, and Ellie has 5.

“Since the game is already starting to be long, maybe we should just go until Y/N loses and decide the winner based on that,” Jubilee suggests.

“Who says I’ll lose?” You pout.

“You have the least amount of points, Y/N,” Ellie says. She can take her alcohol pretty well, surprisingly enough to her, while you’re an adorable - No, wait, fuck, I didn’t mean that - giggling mess.

“I do? Is that hot to you or should I start lying?” You ask, and it’s the same blunt interest as before. Ellie chuckles, realizing that perhaps the reason you’re a laughing fool is because you’re already totally unreserved, whereas she has walls up constantly that the alcohol has to break down first. She smiles at you.

“What do you think?” Ellie asks you, and it comes out more sultry than she thought she could ever sound. You squeak, blushing even harder than whatever’s in these plastic shot glasses is making you.

“Bobby! Your turn!” You blurt.

“Never have I ever… Had a crush on the person to the right of me.”

You and Anna take shots.

“That’s me,” you quietly tell her, thinking she got mixed up.

“I know,” Anna whispers back with a smirk, and jealousy pools in Ellie’s chest. It wasn’t hard to make her jealous, and it didn’t help that her emotions were heightened.

“Never have I ever…” Jubilee begins. “Had a crush on the person to the left of me.”

You eye Anna before making the decision to take a shot. Ellie takes her shot quickly, a little embarrassed at being caught. The jealousy inside her boils, now.

“Hey, what happened to having a crush on me?” Ellie asks - sounding more defensive than anything - before she can stop herself.

“Oh, trust me, Hothead, I call you Hothead because you’re hot and you're angry. I told you: daddy issues, mommy issues.”

“This is the first time you’ve called me Hothead.”

“Out loud,” you correct her in a tone that’s best described as ditzy, and she scoffs.

“Never have I ever,” Kitty loudly starts, drawing everyone’s attention. “Done a striptease. Doesn’t have to mean you got naked, just that you took off your clothes for someone else’s benefit.”

You take a shot.

“Jesus, Y/N, you need to write a book,” Bobby says.

“And start giving me advice!” Jubilee, still in first place, exclaims.

“Never have I ever… Kissed someone at the top of a Ferris wheel,” Anna declares. Kitty and Bobby each take a shot.

“Never have I ever…” You giggle, remembering many of these people have roommates. “Masturbated with someone else in the same room.”

All of them take a shot, and you cackle drunkenly.

“Never have I ever…” Ellie has a cunning smirk, knowing exactly how to end the game. “Had my dad be Deadpool.”

“Oh, come on,” you whine, taking your last shot. “Oof.”

“Let’s see everyone’s fingers!” Bobby cheers. He has 5, Jubilee has 8, Kitty has 5, Anna has 3, You have none, and Ellie has 3.

“Go Jubilee!” You cheer, and the rest of the players echo it, as well as a few of your random partying classmates, scattered throughout the clearing.

You try to stand up, but stumble, knees giving out almost instantly. Ellie steadies you, also not the most structurally sound but slightly less physically encumbered by her drunkenness.

“I think that’s enough for us,” she suggests. “Wanna go back to our room?”

“Oh, hell yeah, I thought you’d never ask,” you flirt, and she snorts. “Wait, wait, I can portal us back to the school, just gotta visualize it. Okay, there’s that one.” You wrap her in a tight hug before the two of you fall through the ground, landing on the paved walkway.

Ellie hurls into the hydrangea bushes, making you feel a bit nauseous, but you only gag.

“Water,” you slur. “We need water.”

Ellie nods, and the two of you stumble in, giggling a little bit and trying to be quiet but definitely not being as quiet as you think you are.

You two enter the kitchen, and - to your surprise - your father is in there, with a shiny man you realize is his beloved Colossus.

“Dad, what’re you doing here?” You stumble over your words but straighten your posture, trying to seem not drunk off your ass.

“Same thing you’re doing, flirting with Mr. Rasputin,” Ellie explains for him, opening the fridge and getting out two water bottles.

“I’m not flirting with Mr. Rasputin, weirdo, I’m flirting with you,” you correct her before you loudly whisper to Wade, holding a hand up to the side of your face like that’ll disguise your words: “I want her to sit on my face.”

“Did not need to know that,” Wade tells you at the same volume, blinking - and reevaluating the example he was setting for you, like Piotr had been asking him to do before you came in - before sighing.

“I got the water…” Ellie weakly informs you.

“Yeah!” You enthusiastically respond, and the two of you leave Wade and Piotr to whatever their conversation was. You two slowly make your way up the stairs, clutching each other and the railings.

The trek is eventually over, and the two of you sip on your water, you leaning against one of the four posts of the bunk bed.

“I’m so hot,” you complain, taking off your shirt - arching off the post in a way that surely wouldn’t be that suggestive to Ellie’s sober mind but Drunk Ellie is ready to jump your bones - without really thinking about it.

“Yeah,” Ellie agrees, and you notice her blush at the sight of you.

“So, you’ve never kissed a girl… Do you want to?” You ask her.

“Of course I want to,” she scoffs, before realizing what you’re asking: Not if she wants to in general, but if she wants to kiss you. “Definitely. And you’ve never gotten a hickey, right? Do you want to?”

“Of course I want to,” you echo, taking one more drink of water before fumbling with the cap and putting it on the ground. You press your lips to Ellie’s, and her hands mold themselves to your bare waist before sliding up your back as the two of you kiss, lips moving in sync.

“Wow,” she breathes after pulling away, placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the space between your neck and shoulder, just above your collarbone.

“Ellie…” you sigh, nibbling at your own tongue to prevent too much of a reaction and clutching at her shoulders. She continues to suck at your neck, sinking her teeth in and delighting in the way you tremble.

This continues, and you fidget quite a bit, finding that you want more after this and hoping she feels the same way.

Ellie eventually pulls away, admiring her handiwork and sliding a thumb over the dark red mark before looking to you for approval.Your bra strap slips down, and she fixes it, rather tenderly for someone with limited coordination.

She gets more than approval just by looking at your face, and kisses you once more, tangling her fingers in your hair haphazardly. Your grip slips from her shoulders to her shoulder blades and you dig into her back.

“Fuck,” Ellie says against your lips.

“Not yet,” you retort, pulling away. She feels her face heat up, and notices that both of you seem to be a bit more sober after the water and the… Other things. “But we could get pretty damn cozy on whichever bunk you want.”

Ellie nods.

“Top or bottom?” you ask her.

“Top, I would’ve thought it was obvious,” she scoffs, and you go to climb.

“Oh,” Ellie realizes, so used to you being overt that she thought she was answering a different question before. “Bottom bunk. I top.”

“Oh,” you repeat, mouth drying. You remove your foot from the ladder, removing your shoes afterward and sliding onto the bed. Ellie straddles you before capturing your lips with her own, steadily gaining a certain confidence in her abilities - and her instincts - that allows her to roughly pin your wrists down without thinking too hard on it. She continues to kiss you, enjoying the way you writhe beneath her, muffling already-quiet moans, but eventually she decides to move on to giving you another hickey.

Ellie mouths at your neck and your chin tips up to give her more access. She can’t help but grin, licking a stripe up your neck and going up higher, but on your left side this time, suckling and tonguing at the sensitive flesh just under your jaw.

“Gonna be hard to cover up,” you observe with bated breath, and Ellie adores the way your body feels against her.

“Good,” she snarls, surprising even herself, and you whimper. She can feel you rubbing your thighs together underneath her, and she nips at the new hickey. You cry out in surprise, in pleasurable pain and Ellie snickers - of course she does, you knew she’d tear you apart like this the moment you laid your hungry eyes on her - before removing her hands from your reddened wrists, straightening her posture so that she’s practically sitting on top of your mound, and placing a hand on each breast and admiring the fabric of your bra.

You can hear your heart pounding in your ears and Ellie arches a brow at you, waiting for an answer to the unspoken question

“Mhm,” you hum, and she smiles, squeezing experimentally at first and only watching the way you squirm beneath her. You fidget in a twisty way, desperate for more touch, and she lets out a moan - surprising even herself - and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “Don’t,” you request shyly, and she doesn’t stop herself from making noises as she massages your breasts at a more consistent pace while you rock yourself up into her, letting her grind down on your mound.

“That’s- Fuck, that’s nice,” Ellie tells you. “But we should stop.” You immediately still.

“Since you said so, definitely, but why?” you ask the girl, who’s still on top of you.

“Because I really want to, with you, but I wanna do things right. We’re both tired, we’re both still buzzed...” Ellie explains, sounding much more exhausted after she lays next to you. “Wanna take you to a scary movie, because you’ll either love it or hold me. Kiss you quick on the cheek after, and then you’ll kiss me on the lips because outside of this room you’re more forward. Walk you home and sneak in past curfew using a portal, have a late dinner of junk food.”

“You sound like you’re in love with me,” you half-joke.

“I’m gonna be,” Ellie sleepily tells you, slinging an arm over you in one last act of bravery before the two of you fall asleep.

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hobiwonder · 6 years ago

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Infatuated | 02 (m)

Summary: You liked planning ahead. To save your future self some avoidable heartache, you’ve set your eyes on the golden boy, and your brother Yoongi’s best friend, Kim Seokjin. Some may call it an obsession. Your best friend calls it ‘picking the wrong guy’. Park Jimin calls it stalking and you just call it infatuation.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Reader x Seokjin

Genre: Smut, crack.

Warnings: Oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex, facial.

Words: 11k+

A/N: here it is. After pushing the post date further and further i’m still not to happy with all of it hhhhh. I like some parts more than others and some i may be overthinking lol. let me know if you guys enjoyed it. Thanks everyone for being patient ily<3

You had imagined this day so many times that it was almost too hard to make yourself not think about spending time with Jin. You had seen him on a few dates before – accidentally, mind you – and rather than a bout of jealousy you’d felt determination course through your veins to be the girl in those fancy café couches that Seokjin always took his dates to. And that’s not too off the typical chain of thoughts and emotions someone feels after seeing their crush on a date with another girl. Not weird at all. Yeah sure you got yelled at by Sana to snap out of it and stop being a sociopath but there was nothing sociopathic about a crush!

“Yes it is! Especially when you look like you’re about to go to a business meeting than a date.” You groan for the hundredth time it seems, smoothing down the formal blouse you wore on top of your formal-ish pencil skirt. You needed to look put together and like someone Seokjin could see himself bring to his future meetings for his future career. Ugh, why couldn’t Sana have an equally intense infatuation with someone like you did?

“Not infatuation either. You seem even more uninterested in the romantic aspect of dating Seokjin-ssi than before.” Great. You were thinking out loud and Sana was more annoying than a mom sending her teenage daughter off to prom.

“What even happened last night anyway? How did your clothes not dry in a whole night?” Her furrowed eyebrows underneath her glasses has you scrambling your brain to find something else to throw her way before her stupidly beautiful big brain put two and two together.

“Uhh I just took another swim afterwards until late night so they never dried properly I guess.” Your nonchalance is commendable – you’ve got to say because Sana is only mulling your explanation in her head for another 5 seconds before the sound of your phone buzzing has you both distracted.

“Is it him again?” Sana’s arms are crossed as she watches you check your messages and the smile on your face confirms it all.

“He’s leaving his place now.”

“You guys aren’t going together? He literally lives like two buildings away.” Oh boy. Now you have more explaining to do.

“No.” Shrugging your shoulders casually, you hope her inquisitive and protective personality doesn’t get in the way of your date. “He’s with Yoongi right now and I’m sure he doesn’t want to let him know about us yet.”

“’Us?”

“Ugh. Sana, give it a rest will you.” You finally break your silent composure and face her cross armed figure that looms behind you like an over-protective mother. “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m an independent woman. I can handle going to the local café by myself.” The sweet smile you send her way isn’t enough to change her opinion about your date with Seokjin but you can see her finally relenting and that’s all you care about.

“Fine whatever. But seriously,” she continues to drill the same words in you as you walk past her to fetch your booties that matched your outfit perfectly. Not too formal and not too informal. “I still don’t understand why you have to wear… that!”

She’s pointing her finger at you accusingly but thankfully you’re almost out of the door. Turning around for the last time before you left though, you take a hold of her shoulders in hopes of getting through to her anxieties about your ‘sham’ of a date with Seokjin - to her anyway.

“Sana, I get that you don’t approve of this sudden…change in events but maybe he genuinely has gotten the vibe from me you know?”

“I don’t.” She deadpans.

“Don’t be such a party pooper!” You don’t care that you probably sound like a child whining – cutely you hope – while you attack her with cuddles again and she unsuccessfully tries to wiggle out of your embrace.

“Fine, fine! Let go off me you koala… sloth hybrid.” And all you can do is make kissy faces at her. Adorable little demon. You could never leave for a date with Sana mad at you. It was a bad omen you’d learned.

“Even though none of this smells right to me,” She puts up her finger to stop the protest from escaping your tongue, “I hope he is at least a fun time.”

You can sense it in her words and most of all – in her eyes that she’s just concerned for you. Probably more than a friend is. This is why she was your soul sister. The complete opposite of you maybe but she cared for you like no one else did and for that you were always grateful. She was family.

“I’m sure he will be. He’s going on a date with me afterall,” your less than humble wink has her scoffing and you just blow her another kiss – to which she gags at – and say your goodbye.

“Don’t wait up!”

“Pipe down you slut. It’s only a coffee date.”

You wanted to arrive fashionably late but guess that was reserved for Seokjin too. Glancing at your watch doesn’t make the time go any faster but you try to stay occupied nonetheless. Which isn’t hard when Jimin keeps sending you cringey texts as well as shirtless selfies which you absolutely do not gawk at.

“Hey there pretty girl.” Seokjin’s airy voice fills your ears like water traveling through a dry river after a long drought. Dramatic? Absolutely. But you rarely felt like doing anything less when Jin exuded charm and his good looks brought out all the cheesy romantic movie plots in front of your eyes. Sure your heart didn’t skip a beat or felt anything other than the normal feelings you got when you had a crush. Didn’t mean you couldn’t fall in love later though! That was more realistic anyway.

“H-Hi! You look great.” You’re blurting out your words and you know that because Jin is already smiling his polite smile you’ve seen him wear almost all the time. However, instead of sitting down in front of you; you watch him with a puzzled look when he walks around and takes a seat right next to you. When he does; his whole body faces you and this is probably the closes he’s ever sat with you since… ever really. He must have noticed your reaction too because he’s laughing his pretty laugh when you just continue to stare at him.

“Thanks,” Tilting his head, he takes in your attire and suddenly you feel too overdressed when he’s shown up in some nice jeans and a fluffy sweatshirt. “You look…. Serious.”

About becoming your wife? Yeah. But you don’t say that of course. It only takes you a couple of seconds to get yourself together and turn on your charm switch because you did not want to blow this for yourself. Flipping back your hair as you throw your head back with a laugh – nailed it.

“I had a meeting.” You lie. But it sure gets Seokjin’s attention as he rakes his eyes up and down your form while he nonchalantly places his hand on the back of your chair as he turns himself completely towards you in his own seat. “For my thesis.”

“Ah,” he seems distracted but you’re not worried because he’s biting his bottom lip as he watches you speak. Damnit, why doesn’t getting his undivided attention – finally– feel better than it actually did?

“Sorry about this though.” You conjure the cutest pout you can and seeing Jin’s smile widen makes you high five yourself internally because he’s buying what you’re selling.

“No, no. You look…. Amazing.” He’s nodding as he says it and you just smile at him.

“Do you want to order now?”

“Yeah! I’ll take a chocolate brownie with a frappe please.” He’s chuckling at your excited response before he’s off to the register to order. Should you have paid? No right? He didn’t even ask you about it so it must be okay. As long as you weren’t coming off as rude.

“Coming right up.” He only stays for a few more seconds, looking at you with a look you haven’t seen from him before and then gets up to order. As soon as he’s gone you can let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding in. Taking out the compact from your little crossbody bag you make sure your makeup hasn’t dried up on your face – thanks to the aircon in this place sucking out all the moisture from your face – and then quickly put it back once you’re satisfied.

“Ugh, what does he want.” Your phone is vibrating continuously as texts from Jimin continue to bombard your phone and you know he’s doing it on purpose to ruin your date! It’s nothing even important except random memes about bad dates.

“You look like you want to murder your phone.” Your gaze is jerked back up to Seokjin’s amused one as he returns and this time takes a seat across you.

“Ah more like someone.” The words are tumbling out before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah? Who’s bothering you?” He leans in further, furrowing his eyebrows to no doubt show you he’s capable of being threatening. Though it’s hard to find a face as handsome as his own threatening to be honest. “Do I need to teach someone a lesson?”

And you just laugh The laugh you have practiced and you must say – you’re killing it. “I think you do that enough on the field. It’s just Jimin.”

At the mention of the younger boy’s name Seokjin’s nodding as his eyebrows shoot up again – very much still looking amused. But this time there is another twinkle in his eyes that tells you he is not looking at you as a friend but there isn’t much ‘just-friends’ about the way he has been shamelessly checking you out since he’d arrived.

“You guys seem close.” He doesn’t stop looking at you inquisitively even when the waitress brings your drinks to the table. “I thought you two weren’t… involved.”

That’s the word he finally seems to settle with after very obviously trying to think of a better one to describe your relationship with that weasel – who very much seems to be the topic of your conversations lately. How does he manage to slip in to almost every aspect of your life these days? Ugh.

“No!” You’re almost shouting it out which takes Jin by surprise but he only seems relieved and that just excites you more. All these questions must mean something right? Was this finally the time he was going to ask you out? Oh sweet heav- right. You need to finish your side before he gets weirded out and runs. “No, nothing like that. He’s just… annoying.”

“Is he?” Seokjin is smiling at his own chai latte when he notices the look of disgust on your face. “Seemed pretty close to me at the party.”

You can’t help the smile that stretches across your lips almost immediately. Finally – something that weasel Jimin said actually paid off.

“You were watching me were you?” Seokjin’s melodious laughter fills your ear once again and gosh – you could get used to that sound. Even his laugh sounded graceful. So not fair.

“Y/n, every guy at that party was watching you beat Hyolin. Which was pretty cool by the way. I’ve never seen you so aggressive before!” He’s laughing in amazement while all you can think mentally – slightly feeling guilty for putting on this sweet girl façade – oh you have no idea.

But you can’t help it either when you’re ticking the strands of loose hair behind your ear, shrugging insouciantly to make sure Seokjin could see of how little importance it was to you that other men were noticing you. Or the fact that Jimin suggested the chicken fight in first place but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I guess I’m competitive.” Your grin is mirrored right back when Jin is shaking his head while he chuckles at you.

“You and me both.”

“Really?” He didn’t seem like it at all. Everything just seemed to work out for him – or so it seemed you guess.

“Yeah. In some aspects.” His smile tells you it’s not something common or entirely innocent because his smug grin while he wraps his plump lips around the straw. It’s honestly such an entirely new concept of Jin being this… forward. You’ve never seen him act like this before with you. This must be how he flirts and you can’t believe that you’re on the receiving end of it.

“Oh.” There isn’t anything else that comes to mind so you just settle with staring at him quizzically instead. Trying to figure him out even though you thought you had.

“Don’t look so surprised. I’ve just never shared that info with you before.” He’s patting your hand playfully and leaves it there to linger on your skin. His hands are unbelievably soft and it’s a nice feeling. His hands are soft and warm. And big – wow.

“Like them?”

“Uh.” You stutter – blushing when you realise you’ve been caught being a weirdo again. Damn it. “Yes? Yes. They’re pretty.” You outwardly cringe at your choice of words. This was going downhill fast but thankfully Seokjin doesn’t mind but only chuckles at your response again but doesn’t move his hand instead – only moves it further up your arm. The atmosphere is taking a turn as the café gets quieter with only a few other people sitting on the couches further up at the front.

“Well, thank you.” He tilts his head up and slightly to the side as he continues to stare at you with his intense eyes. Very much like how Jimin looked at you in the pool but the difference was that you were very much hypnotised while you stared back. With Jin – not so much but they were still nice to look at. You mentally reprimand yourself for thinking about Jimin while literally being in front of the man you’d been pining for, for years. “I’m very good with them too.”

Your breath is hitching at his forwardness because wow – this was a complete new Jin you were getting to know. He’s biting his lip and just for a few more seconds does he continue to hold your gaze so intensely like you’d asked him a riddle he was desperate to find the answer to. He’s snapping out of his sensual alter-ego you suppose – when he smiles brightly at you effectively snapping you out of whatever hold he had on you.

“So, you hungry?”

Hours have passed since you’d met up with Jin and honestly – he was everything you’d imagined him to be. Apart from his very overtly sexual flirting at the start, he’d just stuck to being his regular flirting self. Which was also new to you but oh-so-fun. While your responses had been calculated – sure – to keep up with the image you knew Seokjin would like the most; it was quite a fun time. You were genuinely enjoying yourself. In fact – more than you had anticipated. Maybe this will be easier than you thought. You could see yourself and Seokjin down the line and the idea didn’t make you sick to your stomach like you’d secretly thought would happen if you didn’t actually end up liking his personality when you got to be this close. But so far, so good.

He’d taken you to another restaurant that was definitely out of your budget – not that he made you pay for it or anything. Which was nice. It was pretty amazing actually. The food was maybe a bit too posh for you but you ate it anyway. Don’t knock it before you try it right? Well you could safely say you hated seafood. With a passion. How you didn’t gag when Seokjin insisted on handfeeding you the mussel is beyond you. But it’s not like you’re both going to like the same things right? It was good to be different from each other. So, so different. Wow. Seokjin was reallydifferent from you. He loved sports, seafood, playing instruments and golfing. And was an avid stamp collector. Most of all – you realised how boring it all sounded. Sure maybe sports wasn’t that boring of a hobby – you personally despised any form of physical activity – but you knew he was a great basketball player. At least you got to see his washboard stomach when he was sweating during games.

But whatever. You still had a good time. It was almost 9pm when you’d both finished your dinner and he’d walked you back to your dorm. His request had surprised you because you’d just expected that both of you would leave separately but apparently not. Currently, you’d just stopped in front of your building as Seokjin came to stand in front of you.

“I had a great day, oppa!” Your million watt smile is as cute as you can get and Jin seems to like it because before you know it – he’s taking a step closer and you have to fight your feet to stay put on the ground and not take a step back – on instinct.

“I did too.” Jin is reaching out his hand to tuck your hair behind your ears – something he’d done quite a lot today and you’d mentally fist pumped for leaving your hair out. You both seem to notice the shift in the air once more because no one says anything for the next minute. You have to look up slightly as Jin’s tall frame looms over you. You don’t notice that he’s been closing the distance between you both until he’s only a breath away. And before you know it – his soft plump lips are covering your own.

You’d imagined this moment so many times you’ve lost count. How the fireworks would instantly explode when your lips would touch while the butterflies would do their dance. The memory would be so unforgettable that it would be ingrained in your brain forever. However – annoyingly but not surprisingly – none of that happens. Sure the kiss is good and Jin’s lips are soft like pillows. There isn’t too much tongue to make it sloppy but not so chaste that everything feels a bit dry – just right. Perfect really if you were to judge the technique. Though there is no indication for you and your feelings that they’d be changing anytime soon.

You push the slight panic down when the reality wants to knock on your door in the middle of a kiss with your dream guy!

Seokjin’s hands had slipped around your face while he deepened the kiss and your hands automatically go to his waist – not knowing where else to put them. This was finally happening and yet you were way too aware of your surroundings than being lost in the kiss. Thankfully – Seokjin’s pulling away after a few minutes. His lips are looking more tempting than his kiss with how shiny and red they looked. But you realise that’s probably because they looked too much like another annoying boy’s in the darkness of the night and the shudder that goes through you is thankfully not too out of character given the circumstances and Jin is just smiling at you. Most likely thinking it’s because of him, thankfully.

He bites his lip while continuing to stare at yours – hands slipping down your arms. “Come to the party at my place tomorrow night?” Your eyes are bulging out of your head at the mention of visiting his house. Wait did he mean his frat?

“Your frat?”

“Well,” he smirks while his hands trace the lines in your palm, “not exactly. I meant my actual place. My parents are usually up at the lake house during this time of the year so it’ll be free.”

“I never knew that. Do you need my help to set up or anything?” He’s throwing his head back in response as a loud laugh escapes his pretty mouth.

“No sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’m having a party there.” You try not to gawk at him. It’s not? How come you never knew about these parties? You were practically invited to every party on campus. Though the knowledge that you’re finally going to his house is making you giddy. You were getting somewhere with him – finally. Everything was starting to work out.

“Okay. I’ll be there.” You just lean up to kiss his cheek in goodbye as he only grins in return.

A loud honk is interrupting you and both of you are jerking towards the sound as a Mercedes pulls up on the side of the road. Jimin’s annoying face is peering out along with Taehyung who’s on the passenger side. A low whistle sounds from the car while Jimin is annoyingly looking all too smugly at you. Automatically making your blood boil.

“Well hello there love birds.” You’d been too busy being annoyed on as your default emotional reaction to Jimin showing up anywhere near a five mile radius from you to notice that Seokjin had actually moved to stand a step apart from you compared to him being almost hovering over you just seconds ago.

“Jimin. Tae, what are you guys doing here?” Seokjin’s tone is back to the even drawl it always was before the one you got to know today and it only mildly bothers you that he’s acting like you both just met up on the sidewalk than returning from a date.

“Oh you know – just our usual rounds. I personally was looking for y/n.” He’s smiling sweetly at you while you’re trying not to roll your eyes and snort unattractively. Definitely ignoring the stupid butterflies that start dancing for the wrong boy because of his adorably dimply smile. Ugh.

“No he wasn’t.” Your response it almost instant and Jin is just watching you two slightly confused. You look at him with a reassuring grin and roll your eyes playfully to pass off Jimin’s comment as a joke.

“Actually we were. You left your bra at our frat last week girlie.” Taehyung obnoxiously loud voice is yelling out from besides Jimin and you just want earth to swallow you right up. Especially knowing how that must look in front of Jin.

To make matters worse – Taehyung is holding up said offending item up in plain sight for everyone to see and you can’t even be mad at that dumb blonde – literally, his hair was blonde now. He looked way too casual and no sign of a sleazy smirk was to be seen on his face. As if it were a pair of shoes or something equally uninteresting that you left at their place. Meanwhile – Jimin is looking very much like the sleaze you’d actually expected Taehyung to be. This was the first time you’re seeing Jimin after that night because while you’d just opted to forget about it all together, Jimin very much reminded you of it every day. To annoy you obviously. Why else?

Not like it was a big deal to him either. This was probably the norm for him since he had probably slept with several other women since then. You scoff internally but you should’ve probably been paying attention because Jimin is taking the undergarment from his friend before he’s flinging it out of the window towards you. You can tell he’s purposely flung it towards Seokjin more than you and you are just about ready to kill him.

“Thanks jerks!” Seokjin had caught it with ease and you’re finally looking towards him – very much expecting him to look disgusted but surprisingly – he’s anything but. In fact he seems to be holding in a smile as he hands you your bra.

“You’re welcome.” Jimin is winking at you before he’s driving off towards their frat down the road.

“I am so sorry. I had borrowed clothes after the party last week and must hav-”

“Hey, it’s alright.” Jin is shrugging indifferently – not looking displeased or disgusted at all. Which is good right? You sigh internally but something about his reaction feels… off. Though you push that feeling down once more and just smile at him apologetically.

“Really y/n. It’s fine. You don’t have to explain.” This time he doesn’t hold back his smirk and you can tell he’s not exactly thinking the purest thoughts and you want to dance!

Seokjin was finally coming around and you were just about ready to burst with joy. This was finally happening.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jin is leaning forwards to steal a kiss – making you giggle.

“Yes you will.”

“Wait seriously? Seokjin has parties at his own house?” Sana is just as surprised as you when you tell her about the invite. She’d nearly caught you with the bra in your hand when you’d come in but the bright smile on your face had distracted her enough for you to throw it in the hamper before she sees it.

“Yes! So weird right? I thought it was just the frat house.”

“Me too. But hey,” she sits up on the couch where she’d been laying while you got ready for the party, “Sounds like he’s actually really in to you.”

“I know,” The smile on your face is one that screams ‘I’ve won’ and Sana is more than relieved. You can tell by her face that her suspicions and worries about you trying to stay involved with Jin are eased ever so slightly because she doesn’t continuously nag at you this time. Just watches you get ready to go.

“You sure you don’t want to come? I’m sure he won’t mind.” She only just waves you off in response. Why was she so stubborn?

Wait. Is this how she felt when you ignored her? Damn you’re annoying.

“But he didn’t invite me. And he obviously doesn’t invite just anyone at these parties so I’m not about to crash.”

“You’re way too polite Sana.” Shaking your head and sighing wistfully isn’t strong enough a tactic to blackmail her in to abandoning her rule following nature.

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. You’ll be with Jin anyway so I’ll be bored.” You’re about to just ignore her but a certain blonde haired, deep voiced frat boy is coming to mind and you can’t help but smirk.

“What? What are you smiling about?”

“Taehyung will be there.” Instantly – her cheeks are going redder than a tomato while she makes a show of trying to look interested in whatever is playing on the television.

“A-And?” She’s adorably pushing her glasses further up her face but only someone completely socially inept would miss the slight higher pitch of her voice. Boy, she definitely had a crush.

“Ugh. You’re such a prude. Fine stay home and watch your boring TV.”

“MasterChef Junior isn’t boring!” Your eyes go wide at the mention of the show and you momentarily stop curling your hair.

“Wait is that what’s on tonight?”

“Yup! And you’re missing out just because of a boy.” She’s sticking out her tongue like both of you are thirteen again. But damn. You deserved that. That show was fucking hilarious and she really was the winner here tonight.

“Damn it. Don’t spoil this episode for me. I’ll watch it when I get back tonight.” Hurriedly you’re making sure your sundress looks smooth and your hair is spread evenly around you in the curls you’d just put them in so graciously.

“If you come back.” She’s muttering under her breath but you’ve heard it anyway.

“I heard that you bitch.” Throwing a cushion at her only gets you another funny face. “I’m definitely coming back. Not about to sleep with him on the second date. Besides, Seokjin is too classy to ask me that anyway.”

Sana is only looking at you like you’ve said something ludicrous. “What?! It’s true.”

“Whatever you tell yourself. He’s still a guy you know? Be careful.” You only run up behind the sofa to hug her from the back while she protested in response as always.

“I will, mom! Thank you for being cool with this.” This time, her sigh is one which lacks any playfulness at all and you know that she is genuinely hoping for you to be safe and have a good time.

“You’re smart. You know what to do. Now let go of me you hug freak.”

“One day you’re going to get the most huggiest boyfriend ever Sana. Just wait!”

“Get out before I change my mind and come just to sabotage your date.”

Ah, you loved that hermit.

Once again, your plan of arriving fashionably late is kind of a bust. Because rather than having Seokjin greet you like you’d imagined; Jimin’s blonde hair is greeting you instead and for once you’re face to face with the heels you were wearing.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin’s snort is the first sound you hear and you instantly wanted to strangle and make out with him!

“Uh, hi to you too y/n. If you’ve forgotten, Seokjin is my teammate and I don’t know? Best fr-”

You just push past his drama queen self and barge in. Not going to lie to yourself but Jimin’s chest somehow seems even more firm than before. Aaaand that was a bad though to be thinking at the moment because suddenly it’s too hot in your otherwise breezy sundress.

“Yeah whatever. Where’s Jin?” Jimin doesn’t waste any time in making sure his expressions are exaggerated as possible because he knows it annoys you. Why was he so annoying?!

“You’re so rude.” He’s of course shaking his head animatedly while he walks besides you and it’s only now that you notice the red cup in his hand. Most likely a mixture of high-end hard liquors. The boy drank like a sailor. “Considering we’ve exchanged body fluids I thought you’d be nicer to me.”

“Jimin!” ugh why did he have to say that? “Fucking gross! Go away you’re making my drink taste bad.”

He’s staring at your empty hands before he gives you a ‘the fuck’ look. “You don’t even have a drink yet.”

“That should tell you how badly you’re affecting my vibes? Go away.”

“You’re lucky I find you so hot.” His smirk is out of character because he isn’t teasing you further. Only taking a drink from his cup while his eyes peer over it at you and you wish he would stop. Because you’re already running hot and that’s also because of him. Jimin’s hair is dishevelled like it always is from his constant attention to it. And damn you if it wasn’t soft. You’ve tried everything you could this past week to keep the thoughts of that night from the party – locked in a chest filled with all of your bad experiences. But it was hard when it was one of the best experiences of your life and the reminiscing memories kept thrashing out of the secure lock you had on said chest.

Speaking of chests; there was one that you really wanted to see again. Yes. You guessed it. Jimin’s.

Ugh. Why was he everywhere?!

“O-Or what?” You’ve just managed to reply – albeit it’s a mutter, really. But of course he had to take this as an invitation to come closer. You’re being backed in to a corner near the entrance and somehow you haven’t just stormed out of there already like you usually did. No. You’re way too enthralled by his twinkling eyes and a smouldering gaze. The smirk playing up on his lips is just as dangerous as the rest of his demeanour. All too different of a reaction you had with Seokjin and you were getting annoyed with your heart at this point.

“Or,” He’s placing his free hand above on the wall behind you while his drink clad hand is lazily lifted up to his plush lips – all the while his eyes stay firmly locked with your own – taking a drink. Taking his time reeling you in. “I would spank you right in the middle of this living room. Don’t care who walks in. Your bitchy mouth needs a gag in it too.”

Are you dying? Is this how having a heart attack feels like? Because you might be having one. Your breath is caught in your throat and your brain can’t seem to send your lungs the signal to deflate and let the air out. Instead your hands have set themselves beside you on the wall and all snide remarks have seemingly flown out the window. Why was he so fucking hot?

More importantly – why was always reaching feverish temperatures with so much so as a few naughty words that left this devil’s mouth?

“Shut.. Shut up! Just because we’ve fucked once doesn’t mean I’m dying to have your dirty dick.”

“You didn’t seem to think it was dirty when you were crying because of it.” His teasing chuckle is back and that’s just enough for your nerves to ease and push him back. Thankfully you had because just then Jin’s loud laughter is filling your ears when the door opens and you’re jerking forwards to put as much distance between the two of you.

“Y/n! Hey.”

“Hi oppa!” You’re making sure to smile extra sweetly as soon as you notice none other than miss jenny trailing behind him. Did he come to his own house with her? You can hear Jimin gag behind you at your sickly sweet tone and you mentally note to yourself to kick him in the balls later for being an ass to you.

But for now all you could focus on was Jin’s toned arms – obviously not as toned as Jimin – in the slightly fitted shirt he wore and of course; the prettiest smile you’d seen on any man. Wow. How was this possible? Not to forget the perfect Jenny that was standing right besides him.

“I’m glad you came.” His smile is polite and you wonder if you should hug him as a greeting. You mean – he did kiss you last night. Maybe he’ll be cool with it?

But seems like the decision is already made for you when he’s placing his hand politely behind Jenny’s back to bring her forward from where she stood fiddling with her phone.

“Y/n, I’m sure you know Jenny.”

“Yup. Hello.” You just wave politely once more but you could see that she was very comfortable with herself while she watched your tight smile obviously trying to be genuine. But what made you more mad was that she also obviously did not see you as competition at all. And that infuriated you. Her smug smile when Jin has swiftly moved on to talk to Jimin while his hand continuing to stay at her back is confusing you even more.

Did he not have any interest in you at all? He’d barely said two words to you while he’d been all but shoving his tongue down your throat last night.

“Well feel free to grab food and drinks from the kitchen. I just have to talk to Jenny about something.” He’s smiling his stupidly polite smile again as he looks at you and Jimin.

“Y/n.” Oh thank god. You were almost about to pass out from humiliation if he had left without even saying more than just two words to you. Jin is whispering the next words so only you can hear. “I’ll be back in a bit to get you. Just stay here and mingle.”

“Okay but-”

“Thanks.” He’s ruffling your perfectly curled hair before leading Jenny further in to the house. You don’t even know the layout of the mansion to even assume if they’re going to his bedroom or anything.

“You look disappointed.” Jimin’s cheeky chuckle is all but bringing all the insults to the tip of your tongue. At least you were comfortable in this environment. It was familiar. Making fun of Jimin that is.

“I’m talking to you. So obviously.”

“Ouch. You’re really pissed huh?”

“No.” Your defensive reply is all he needs to burst out laughing while he walks towards the kitchen. And because you feel stupid just standing in the entrance you follow him – grumbling under your breath. There are people everywhere but the place is at least not crawling with them. This seems to be a more of an inner circle and you assume these are all people Jin is personally friends with. Plus, they look like seniors.

“Uh-huh, sure. If it makes you feel better – you’re way hotter than Jenny. In my opinion.” He’s looking at you like he’s consoling you or something.

“And who asked for your opinion?” You push away his arm, rolling your eyes at him. But you can’t deny the stupid butterflies that thrive at his stupid compliments!

“Admit it babe, you’re jealous of Jenny.” You snort at his matter of fact tone. Sure you were. Just a little but he didn’t know that for sure.

“Yeah right. She’s not the one he was making out with last night.” It’s nice to see Jimin with the sullen expression for once.

“Yeah well.” Jimin is clearing is throat after a few minutes of silence and you know you’ve won. He’s speechless for once. Instead, you just grab a drink for yourself and mouth ‘cheers’ his way with the victory smile on his face.

You’re just about to head outside before Jimin speaks again.

“Just be care y/n.” And this time, you’re the one who can’t think of what to say to that. Why was he so serious all of a sudden?

“What do you mean?” You can tell he’s instantly regretting what he’s said because he’s cursing under his breath as he turns away before looking at you again.

“What Jimin? Why are you being weird, weirdo?” He doesn’t say anything for another few minutes until you’re whacking his chest to snap him out of it.

“Ow! Fine! Stop giving me boo boos.” His pout if adorable sure but you just deadpan him until he’s rolling his eyes and finally elaborating. “Remember the cookies you brought?”

Your eyebrows are furrowing in confusion before you remember that you indeed took cookies over last week for Seokjin. “Yeah? What about them?” You gasp in horror.

“Did you eat them?!”

“Calm down witch. I wish I did. Ow! What now?” He’s rubbing over the area you’ve whacked him again – on the arm instead – to make him focus.

“Get to it already you rat.”

“Well if you must know,” he takes in a deep breath while keeping eye contact with you, “He threw them in the bin. That’s why I took you outside.”

“Okay yeah whatever.” This was bonkers. Why would you believe him? You’re about to turn around and try and find Jin before Jimin’s solid – and warm – grip on your shoulder is holding you back.

“I’m serious y/n. Didn’t you notice how quickly they were gone?” Well, yeah.

“I just assumed Tae ate some of them. He has a freakishly big mouth. Figuratively and literally too.” His eyes go wide as he nods.

“Agreed sister,” you give him a look at that but he just ignores you and continues, “But Seokjin really did throw them in the trash. I just took you outside before you noticed.”

Okay… you’re not sure how to feel about this. Pissed? Yeah you were. But why weren’t you feeling hurt as much as Jimin expected you to be? He was looking at you like you were going to break any second. But the truth of the matter was that you were just… pissed. Not hurt at all strangely. He did waste a perfectly good batch of cookies if what Jimin was saying was true. But whatever. He could be playing with you for all you knew. Besides they were just cookies. Not made of gold.

“So what?” You shrug it off, hoping to be casual about it and not show the irritation you were actually feeling if this was true.

“You’re not mad?”

“Nope.” A little. A lot if it was true. But Seokjin wasn’t like that so it was most likely not true.

“Really? That’s not fair!” And he’s pouting again. “You’re about ready to murder me all the time and he gets a free pass?”

He’s having to yell at you because you’re just walking away to find Jin.

“Go be drunk or something Jimin. I gotta go!”

Damn this house was big. You expected it to be but not this big. It’s been at least fifteen minutes and you’re still roaming the house. The music is everywhere no matter where you go and you assume that the house has an inbuilt sound system. Every room looked like something right out of a home décor magazine.

Finally after a bit of wandering – you come across a hallway upstairs that you haven’t seen before. But this must be out of bounds though, right? It’s dimly lit and you can guess there must be where the bedrooms are and despite the itching in your feet to just see what’s the décor like in those rooms – even you’re not that much of a creep. Maybe just a little.

And just when you’re about to head downstairs you can hear two voices coming out of one of the rooms. Whoever it is must be coming out of the room now and you’re panicking. You needed to flee before you were caught being somewhere you probably weren’t supposed to. And you would have gone downstairs – really – if it wasn’t your brain recognizing the two voices to be distinctively sounding like Seokjin and, was it Jenny?

You’re tiptoeing down the stairs as quietly as you can before standing right beside them so it doesn’t seem anything more than you just leaning against the wall. The voices are hushed but they are coming closer to the railing of the stairs so you know they’re about to come downstairs. Why was Seokjin up there all alone with a girl of all people? And the girl being definitely not you? You mean, you weren’t reading too much in to it. You don’t think. He did invite you to his party like he really wanted to spend more time with you.

“Don’t worry,” Jenny’s giggle is breaking your train of thought and you’re paying more attention now to hear what the hushed voices are saying. “I’ll be there.”

Your blood is starting to boil with every sultry word that she whispers like a vixen! Okay you needed to calm yourself.

“You better be. My mother is on cloud nine knowing you’ll be there.” His mom? Were they family friends? Your heart is dropping slightly but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“Don’t worry oppa.” She’s almost purring her words and you can tell they haven’t begun their descend down the stairs yet. “I’m excited to finally meet her too.”

“Okay good. Wear the dress I got you.” This definitely didn’t sound as innocent as you were hoping it to be. And you can’t even be mad or call this cheating because you weren’t exactly dating him. But you also didn’t just kiss random boys – not counting the ones you accidentally kissed after one too many drinks. So at least it meant something to you.

“Spying on hyung at his own house huh?” The familiar teasing voice is filling your ears just when you can hear the two upstairs about to come down. Automatically, you’re turning around fast to put your mouth over Jimin’s loud as fuck voice because you didn’t trust him to not expose you in front of Seokjin.

“Would you lower your voice you rat!” Your hand is around his warm mouth and have to make yourself fight the feeling of Jimin’s wet tongue licking a stripe up your palm from the inside.

“So you admit you’re spying on him.” His voice is muffled and you cannot take him seriously when his eyes are turning in crescent moons because of his huge goofy ass grin. Ugh why was he adorable and infuriating all at once?

“I’m going to leave now.” Jenny’s voice is ringing in your ears once more and now you can clearly hear her heels coming down the stairs. And soon enough you’re pushing Jimin away just in time for the two figures to come in to your view. Unfortunately, they don’t notice you standing there at all because Jin is pulling Jenny close while her melodious little giggle makes you want to gag.

“Stay awhile,” Jin’s whinging like he’s her boyfriend who just wants to spend time with her a little longer and you think you’re going to be sick. “Please?” He’s tilting his head to the side while he looks deeply in to her big eyes. Exactly like he looked at you many times the day before.

You don’t realise you’ve just been staring at them interact – they obviously can’t see you but you can see half of their bodies from where you stood.

“Can you stop roughing me up. Jeez.” Jimin’s loud mouth is once again ruining things for you because Seokjin is pulling away from Jenny to walk all the way down the stairs.

“Jimin? Is that you?” However, Jin’s eyes are going wide when he notices you standing there too but he looks like he’s in no hurry to give an explanation to you. Not that you ask him for one but you’re sure your face looks a little bit betrayed. Because you felt it. How was he this friendly and flirty with Jenny when he’d literally been playing tug of war with your tongue just the night before? You thought Seokjin wasn’t like that?

“Oh,” He looks between you and Jimin – who looks like he wants to bolt out of there as he reads the vibe between you and Jin. Jenny seems unruffled and looks like she hasn’t a clue and you can guess she probably either doesn’t know about you and Jin or just doesn’t care.

Both very likely but finding out how much of a sleazy bastard Seokjin is turning out to be – anything was possible.

“How long… have you been standing here?” He doesn’t even address you specifically and you know that he wouldn’t give a shit if it was just Jimin standing here. But for some reason he does not want to address you in front of Jenny.

“Long enough.” You deadpan and Seokjin at least has the audacity to look sheepish while Jenny just waits for you to continue. But when you just continue to stare Seokjin down, she’s huffing and puffing before saying goodbye.

“Well, you guys have fun and chat,” again, only looking at Jimin, “I’ll be off. Bye sweetie.” She’s kissing Seokjin on the cheek before she leaves and you almost miss Jimin mouthing ‘oh shit’ when she finally goes.

It’s at least a minute or two after Jenny has left that Seokjin is finally saying something but you’re so furious that he played you like a fiddle that you don’t let him speak much. The whole scenario said enough and you weren’t that much of an oblivious idiot to believe whatever bullshit he was about to feed you.

“She’s just a friend.” He doesn’t even look particularly apologetic and you think you’ll be sick all over the nice shiny tiles of his home. He wastes so much of your time and doesn’t even look like he’s going to bother with the truth? Seokjin was more of an ass than you thought.

“Have fun with your ‘friend’ at dinner with your mother.” That’s enough for you to convey your anger because you probably growled that one out. You don’t know, everything was kind of blurring together when you were this angry. But thankfully, once again, Jimin’s helping you out at a party because he’s close enough for you to grab his hand and lead him and yourself away from Jin.

You just needed to get away before you squared up with Seokjin and you weren’t sure if he was above getting you thrown out of his party by his security.

“Uh where are we going?” Jimin’s confused and slightly nervous voice is asking you though he doesn’t stop you from dragging him through the endless crowds and out towards the backyard.

“Are you.. are you going to kill me?” His meek voice almost sounds too serious and amidst the rage that’s clouding your every judgement – you can’t help but laugh. Damn it. Not even a full five minutes alone with this rat and you’re already laughing.

Okay, maybe he was better than a rat. A mouse. Whatever.

“No I’m not. Though I’m angry enough to kill, for sure.”

“Hopefully not a human though, right?” you’ve finally come to a stop in the middle of Seokjin’s garden that had a freaking fountain in it. You sit beside it and stare at the water flowing from the little man-made waterfall.

“No,” pouting your lips you try to calm yourself down by running your hands through the cool water. “That’s illegal.”

When you look back at Jimin who’s just standing there watching you play with the water with his eyebrows furrowed, you shrug your shoulders in question.

“And morally wrong?” You shrug once more.

“Yeah that too I guess.” He’s laughing at your nonchalant response before he takes a seat beside you and dips his fingers in the water too. You’re not sure why you dragged him outside with you but it just seemed easier that way, you suppose.

A couple minutes pass and you still don’t say anything. Just remembering how much time you wasted on pining after Seokjin and that wasn’t even the real him. He always seemed so chivalrous and kind and gentle and just so… perfect. How did you get fooled? Just the thought of the missed opportunities at finding something real because your stupid idealistic self was going after the supposed ‘right’ guy makes you want to slap Seokjin and then yourself!

“You okay there?” Jimin’s voice is soft and you’re shaking your head in response. No point in hiding your obvious disappointment.

“I’m mad at me.” And you were. For once. “You don’t have to stay. I don’t know why I dragged you here.”

“I want to.” Jimin’s voice is soft and there isn’t even a hint of pity which makes you thankful to him. You’d just feel more embarrassed if he was staying with you out of pity. Not that you cared.

Ugh.

You did. It’s time to stop lying to yourself. You’d done that for years and look where it got you.

“Is something wrong with me?” You want to take back the words as soon as they leave your mouth. You would never ask these type of questions if you were so angry with yourself right now.

“Not at all.” Surprisingly – Jimin’s voice lacks any sort of playful or teasing tone and he sounds perfectly serious. Like he’s telling you facts and not just his own opinion. “Seokjin hyung is just a master at hiding his… adventures I guess.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his response but thankfully Jimin elaborates. “He’s just like me, Y/n.”

The unspoken ‘duh’ has you hanging your head in shame once again – feeling like a complete and utter idiot. Though Jimin is moving closer to you and soon you can feel cool hand touch your back as he rubs it over the span of it in soothing glides.

“I’m such an idiot.” The groans keep coming while you flick the water almost violently away from you. The anger seems to be a non-stop stream that’s flowing through you much like the fountain you had your hand in. But as soon as Jimin’s hand is moving towards your nape from the back – you’re relaxing almost instantly.

“You’re anything but an idiot Y/N. Seokjin is just an expert at hiding his man-whoring ways.” He shrugs when you look at him in question.

“He sleeps with exactly the same amount of people I sleep with. If not more. He really isn’t that different from me babe.” His eyes are apologetic but it still doesn’t feel like he’s pitying you or trying to make you feel better. Somehow, whatever Jimin says just doesn’t make you feel queasy or like he’s lying. Somehow you can just tell that he’s telling you the truth. Why wouldn’t he? Not like he liked you or anything. He only wants to get in your pants. Just like Seokjin. Ugh.

“How did I not see that before. He just seemed so… perfect!” Your hands are going up to cup your face in frustration at yourself.

“Because he’s a mastered the art of doing all sorts of shit and keeping it under wraps. His whole family is under scrutiny all the time and if he fucks up – he gets the boot. So don’t blame yourself for buying in to his ‘perfect’ act. He’s such as much of a player then me.”

“Yeah but,” you can’t help but sigh as you come to the realisation, “at least you don’t lie about it. You’re annoying as hell and sleep with anything that moves, sure. But at least I know that’s the real you. No surprises.” You shrug once more and you don’t even have to look his way to know he’s probably gasping like you’ve stabbed him or something.

But you want to smack his pretty face when he finally opens his mouth. “You seemed pretty surprised when you saw my dick though.”

And of course he’d ruin the moment. He’s clutching his arm when you smack him but at least he’s laughing this time. “What was that for?!”

“For being so gross.” Jimin is flicking some water at you from the fountain and you can’t help but giggle when the cool droplets hit you in the face.

“Stop!” When he doesn’t, you just opt for splashing him even harder and somehow – you’re both soaking each other as the little splashing escalates. You’re running around the fountain uncontrollably giggling as Jimin chases you while most of your sundress is soaked from the top.

“Can’t catch me!” But of course he would start to close the distance between you both just then. You squeal when he almost catches you but a big splash on his face has him jerking back to wipe his face.

“Stop!” Now he’s the one yelling at you while you continue to throw water in his direction – having the most fun since you’d arrived.

“Make me.” Your chuckle is playful and you just can’t stop laughing at his facial expressions that are over the top as always. When you’re finally calming down, you can see the way his shirt is clinging to his hard pecs as he pushes back the wet hair by running his hands through it. Suddenly, all laughter is dying in your throat and you can’t help the butterflies that are waking up as the atmosphere takes a turn.

Jimin has caught you staring at him shamelessly and his shit eating smirk is taking its place back on to his handsome face.

“Like what you see?” You try to play it off but he’s not having any of it while he stalks towards you.

“N-No. I’ve seen better.” If only you could keep your mouth shut but of course – disagreeing with Jimin almost came naturally. You don’t realise you’re walking backwards until your back hits a brick wall opposite the water fountain while Jimin continues to walk towards you.

“Always have something to say, don’t you?” He’s clicking his tongue pointedly while he shakes his head but his eyes never leave your own. You’re breathing hard like you’ve runa marathon and it seems to only get worse the closer he gets. When his hands are resting besides your head, trapping you between his body – your chest is moving up and down rapidly like you can’t seem to breathe in enough air to sustain yourself.

Jimin’s eyes are hungry and very much like the way they were last week. He rakes them up and down your body and you can almost feel it. His gaze is searing and you’re almost buzzing because of how electrifying the air is. Is this how a true crush felt? Because you hadn’t felt any of this with Seokjin while everything was intensified tenfold with Jimin.

“You know how much I’ve thought about you since last week? You have any idea?”

You can’t move let alone speak so you just shake your head while watching his plump lips move. Jimin takes his bottom lip between his teeth as one of his hands slides down the wall and dives straight between your legs to cup your pussy over your underwear making you gasp. He’s being so bold and to the point and it’s just making you wetter.

“I haven’t been able to fuck a single girl after having a taste of this sweet cunt, y/n.” He’s growling out his words while his palm is digging in your clit making your back arch in to his chest, moaning his name.

“J-Jimin.”

“Yeah babe? Want me to stop?” His laugh is like stars twinkling when you shake your head even before he’s finished his sentence. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Did you get this wet for hyung, huh? Does he make your pussy as wet as I do?”

If you weren’t so turned on you would make fun of him and possibly yell at him for bringing up Jin but you’re so far gone that you can’t be bothered to beat around the bush. It’s hard to speak though when he’s grinding his palm on the length of your pussy so earnestly.

“I never- ah!- slept w-with him.” Jimin is cursing under his breath as he watches you tremble beneath his touch. You glance down to where his arm disappears under your sundress and the prominent bulge in his pants that’s just beneath it. His veiny arm between your legs is one of the hottest sights ever and you could most likely cum faster if you just kept watching the visuals.

“Good. Because he was never good enough for you baby. No one is.” But you are.

The words are at the tip of your tongue since being near an orgasm kind of makes you loose lipped but somehow – your stubborn brain is making you hold all these sentimental feelings inside. He looks almost pained for a few seconds when he says it but his almost enraged expression is returning when you’re palming over his erection through his pants. Though your hands are almost instantly ripped away from him while he hisses at you.

“Keep your slutty hands to yourself, y/n. You can touch me when I give you the permission to.” He’s words are spoken in an even, stone cold voice that’ sending a shiver down your spine. You’re moans are getting louder and louder as you feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“That’s it baby,” he coos as his palm continues rolling against your ruined underwear that sticks to your core now, “cum nice and hard for me. Roll your hips.”

“J-Jimin! I’m gunna cum oh god.” Your nails are probably imprinting themselves on the skin of his biceps but you couldn’t careless when he looks like he might eat you alive. And you would let him.

Your stuttering continues as he brings down his other hand to palm at your breasts. When he pinches your nipple at the same time his palm is grinding particularly hard on your bundle of nerves – you cum with a shout.

“There you go babe. Soak my fucking hand. Fuck you’re dripping.” You’re still breathing hard but you can feel the fluid sliding down your thighs since your underwear was too soaked to soak up anymore moisture. Your cheeks are probably more flushed than Jimin’s and lips just as bitten red as his. But after the lusty haze has settled from your vision – it’s almost like you can’t bear to be away from his blood red lips anymore. So finally – you push forward and make the first move of the night and take Jimin’s lip hostage in a kiss. A sloppy, hurried and noisy kiss – sure. But it’s the best you’ve ever felt while kissing someone. And everything that you had envisioned happening with Seokjin – but had known wouldn’t happen to some extent – was taking place with Jimin.

Jimin who infuriated you, made fun of you, fought with you, annoyed the hell out of you. But was the only one who you didn’t have to be someone you were not to make sure he’d like you. Because he already did.

And maybe being smitten with Seokjin wasn’t so bad after all because if it hadn’t been for that – Jimin had probably never helped you and you’d never slept with him and got to know him the way you knew him now. Maybe you didn’t waste your time after all. You’ve lost track of time and how long you had been kissing Jimin. But of course – breathing is also a thing so you finally pull away while his lips trail wet kisses down the column of your throat.

“What’re you smiling about weirdo? Oh wait – is it the best orgasm you’ve ever had? Knew it.” He’s smiling smugly and you want to smack him across the head but you’re too content in this moment to hit him. Even if he would probably enjoyed it. Masochistic idiot.

“No you hoe. I’m just… happy.” His eyes are going wide momentarily.

“That’s good. We don’t have to do anything by the way.” His gaze is turning sheepish again as well as almost… disappointed.

But you want to ease his worries because you can finally see what’s been in front of you all along. So you cup his face and finally decide to be out with it. “I want to.”

His big eyes are most certainly surprised while your hands hold his supple face in between them. “I think… I’d much rather be with a demon like you than waste my time on someone who will never really notice the actual me.”

You can tell that Jimin hadn’t been expecting you to say that and you’re almost about to take everything back thinking that you’ve read the signals wrong and he isn’t actually in to you. But thankfully, Jimin is breaking out in the prettiest grin you’ve ever seen and you want to kiss his stupidly attractive mouth once again.

“I… I want to be with a demon like you too.” His smile is smug yet kind and loving at the same time. “Also, of course you would use the word ‘demon’ – effectively insulting me by the way – while processing your undying love for me.”

You’re shoving his chest as you snort at his reply. “As if! If anything I more so have feelings for your dick than you.” Of course you don’t fully mean that… maybe.

But he doesn’t seem to mind while he wags his eyebrows up and down like the fuck boy he is. Your fuck boy. “My magic stick is attached to me so therefore – you love me. I win.”

You can only watch him with a smile you can’t control while he holds you close to him. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that just because you just gave the second best orgasm of my life.”

Almost instantly – Jimin’s face is becoming so serious you’d think someone called him short. “When was the first best? Wait don’t tell me. No wait- tell me. Wait do-”

“Oh my god shut up you nut. It was you! Last week.” And he’s back to smiling like an idiot.

“Jimin! Where are we going.” He’s taking you through the crowd of people – upstairs to where Seokjin had been before. The naughty smile on his face as he pulls you in one of the rooms tells you all and you’re about to beat his ass.

“We can’t do that in here! Are you crazy?” When you look around the room you realise – it’s Seokjin’s bedroom.

“Can’t think of a better revenge babe. Let’s fuck on his sheets.” He’s nuzzling his face in your neck and if it wasn’t for his devilish tongue – you’d be making rash decisions right now.

“J-Jimin. W-What if people hear?” This doesn’t deter him though. In fact – he’s only just escalating things further as he holds you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist while he pushes up your sundress.

“Let them,” he growls while slipping your panties to the side, “Let them hear how good I fuck you baby.”

With a harsh push – he’s all the way in while the remaining few inches is sucked in my your convulsing pussy as it stretches to accommodate his girthy length. Fuck – Jimin had the perfect dick. It was even pretty!

“Jimin!” You know you’re being loud. You were always loud during sex. Which was one of the reasons this was especially bad but Jimin thought otherwise.

“Yeah baby. Scream my name so everyone knows how good I’m making you feel.” Your head has started to thump against the door that he’s pushed your body to. Slowly – it’s not just your head anymore but your whole body. Thumping to the rhythmic pulling and pushing of his impossibly hard cock inside you. The sweat is running down the sides of his temple while his back is being scratched up by your fingernails as you hold on for dear life.

His balls smack against your ass obscenely and you can’t help the gush of arousal that trickles out of you at the animalistic way Jimin looks at you. His teeth are clenched and he resembles a wolf almost as his intense eyes never waiver from your face that’s covered with tears. They run down your cheeks steadily because it just feels so fucking good.

Every single time he bottoms out it stings just enough to make everything a hundred times better. “I want to fuck you every day y/n. I can’t imagine living without this cunt. I can’t imagine living – Fuck! W-Without you.”

His own profession couldn’t have come at a worse time because you can barely take in a breath let alone respond properly. But his seemingly loving words hit your heart and pussy equally as your heartbeat speeds up and pussy squeezes around his pounding cock.

It’s like he’s not just physically fucking your pussy wide open but as well as your heart the walls around it. It’s the weirdest analogy you’ve ever thought of – in the middle of sex no less – but it comes naturally with Jimin.

And when he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth after pulling the top of your sundress beneath our breasts – you know it’s your end game.

“F-Fuck. Jimin I think I’m going to c-cum again.” Neither of you really care about the noise anymore. There was no point since the slamming of your body against the door as well as the continuous pornographic moans that left the both of you probably said it all. And when you’re finally cumming around Jimin’s pistoning cock – you’re full on sobbing from all the intense feelings. You’ve never felt anything like this before and you’d had sex before.

Maybe it was because of the newfound feelings you had for Jimin after so long of feeling… nothing. Whatever it was – it made everything ten times better and you never wanted it to stop.

“Baby I’m g-gunna cum. W-Where d-do you-”

“My face.” The look on Jimin’s face as you stare right in to his eyes with determination that even surprises you – is probably going to be a favourite of yours. He doesn’t ask any more questions and instead letting down your trembling body that feels like jello. You’re falling to the ground almost instantly and waste no time in taking his blood filled head that looks almost painfully swollen – in your mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Just like that. Oh god, y/n.” He’s whining. Park Jimin is actually whining and you don’t want him to stop. His hands are threading in your hair as you bob your head up and down while massaging the length that hasn’t pushed in – blame your gag reflex. It doesn’t take long for him to grab your hair tight enough to sting a little as he fucks your mouth to his own release. As soon as you feel the first dribble of the saltiness on your tongue – you’re pulling away from him just in time for the spurts of his semen to spray all over your face. Almost going in your eyes – damn.

Jimin is breathing hard for a solid few minutes – face looking fucked out while a sated smile slowly appears. He’s falling on the bed after he pulls you up and on top of his chest – face dripping with cum and all.

“You almost hit my eye you nut.” Jimin is laughing uncontrollably when you’re trying to be mad at him and it’s making you even more mad!

“What? What’s so funny.”

“I’m a nut who just nutted on your face.” He’s not even finished with his sentence before he’s breaking out in fits of loud laughter again while you just smack him across the chest. But you can’t help but laugh a little. Your choice was words kind of dug your own grave so you let it slide.

“So… can I call you my girlfriend now?” He’s turning you to face him as he wipes his cup off your face and then slips his soaked fingers in your mouth as you moan.

“Y-Yeah.” His eyes have become hazy again and you’re both just about to kiss again until the door bangs loudly.

“JIMIN DON’T DO IT. YOU LOVE Y/N! BRO DON’T FUCK WHOEVER YOU’RE DOING. HELLO CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

“Oh boy.” You can’t even breathe from how hard you’re laughing at Taehyung’s screams from outside the door while Jimin is getting up to pull on his jeans. “let me uh,” he’s scratching the back of his head as he gestures towards the door.

“Uh huh.” Taehyung continues to slam his fists against the door while Jimin finally cracks open the door to yell at him. “Shut the fuck up you asscrack! I’m with y/n.”

“Oh. Way to go budd-” And Jimin has shut the door in his face.

“Sorry about that.” You just take his lips in a kiss as the smile stays on your lips at Taehyung’s words.

“He’s sweet.” Maybe he wasn’t so bad for Sana after all.

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