#she's not paying ANY ATTENTION to the random kid now living in her house

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Wanna know what sounds great?

A fanfic where the Greybeards find a baby Dragonborn on their doors, and just take her (using your Leara DB as an example) in, and raising her.

They eventually find out she’s Dragonborn because of her ability to use the Way of The Voice so easily, or something. Paarthurnax takes an interest in this child, and so she stays at the Throat of the World, until Alduin returned.

Wait that's so soft.

Just imagine how much trauma Leara would avoid if she was raised by the Greybeards? It'd be so beautiful. Dragon Dad could be her actual dad.

[chrissturnsfav]

𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐓

when you go to a party with the triplets and a few other friends, you decide to try to make toxic!chris jealous—but he fixes up your act real quick.

ᰔᩚ bf!chris, toxic!chris, use of alcohol, dom!chris, smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 you tap it), hair-pulling, degrading, angst, use of pet names, use of y/n, orgasm denial, dirty talk

ᰔᩚ w.c. 2,667

the mansion is booming with house music. sweaty bodies in the full house shift past each other and the stench of alcohol along with a hint of weed is hanging in the air.

you got to the party about a half hour ago and chris was already pissing you off. he wasn't paying attention to you at all, just giving in to the countless girls that were up his ass.

you knew he did it on purpose—he does this every time you guys go out together—but it still made your blood boil every time.

you are stood in the kitchen, a red solo cup filled with vodka and cranberry juice held up to your lips as you pretend to listen to your best friend—brooke—babble on about drama.

"y/n, are you even listening?" brooke groans after taking a long swig from her own cup.

you sigh, shaking your head, "i'm sorry brooke, i just fucking can't with chris."

brooke rolls her eyes, not wanting to hear about chris again since it was all you talked about. you were always telling her and the other girls about a new argument every single day. "what did he do now?" she asks blankly.

you point towards the living room—which was an open floor to the kitchen—giving you and brooke a perfect view of the people in there. your finger points at chris who is sat on the couch, some girl sat on his lap twirling her hair around her finger with a flirty smile to which chris returned.

brooke's lips part and she scoffs, shaking her head and taking another sip from her cup, "i can't believe you allow this kid to do this to you."

you sigh, nodding, "i know..." you let out. you knew this isn't the way a good boyfriend treats his girlfriend, but you just couldn't leave him.

"y'know, if i were you, i'd grab a random guy and start dancing with him or something," brooke says with a cheeky giggle.

you turn your head to brooke, looking at her as if she's crazy, "brooke, he'd murder me. i can't even look at another guy without him saying something..."

brooke laughs sarcastically, "fuck that, he does it to you, i'd do it right back. c'mon, let's find you a sexy man," she says, grabbing your arm tightly.

you squirm, unsure about her idea, "brooke, i really don't think—"

"bitch, let's go," she cuts you off, pulling you through the crowd of people in the kitchen to the foyer while you groan the whole way there.

brooke is gazing around the room looking for an option, when she sees nick. "nick!" she calls out.

nick turns his head from the group of people he's talking to. he flashes a smile when he sees you two, muttering a word to the people before walking over. "hey guys."

brooke smiles at him, "we need to find y/n someone to dance with to make chris jealous, have you seen any options?"

nick laughs loudly, "why, what is he doing?"

you explain the scene in the living room to nick and he rolls his eyes, groaning. "i always tell him he needs to start treating you good, but the player in him just won't fucking die."

you nod, rolling your eyes, "i don't think it ever will," you say, taking a swig of your drink.

"okay, anyways, any potential men for her, nick?" brooke cuts in.

nick nods and looks around the room, "i saw a really hot guy a few minutes ago, let me see where he is..." he says as he continues to look around.

nick gasps, pointing to a tall young man with black hair, a tattoo up his arm, dressed in a black t-shirt, black jeans, and lots of silver jewelry, "THERE!" he yells out loud, causing you and brooke to laugh loudly.

"nick! you can't just scream 'there' and then point at someone!" you pull nick's finger away as he uses his other hand to cover his mouth while laughing.

brooke—laughing as well—nods at the man, "he's perfect, y/n go do something, please. you need this."

you feel your heart beating faster and you sigh, taking a long swig of your drink, "i'm gonna need to take a few shots first..."

nick and brooke smile in unison, cheering, "oh, i'm so down," brooke says with excitement, nick agreeing.

you, brooke, and nick have taken about 3 shots together. by now, you're definitely feeling the alcohol and you truly want to go through with this plan.

you see chris in the living room again, but now he's in the crowd of people dancing. he's dancing with a different girl from before. she has her back against his chest—his arms rest on her hips and a red solo cup is in his hand as they sway to the beat. the girl has her arm reached around to play with chris' hair as he whispers god knows what in her ear.

seeing this is making you want to literally stomp over there and beat the girl's face in, but you remember the plan brooke thought up, not wanting to ruin it and ultimately choosing this is a much better idea.

nick and brooke stand a few feet away from the young man you had picked out from the crowd, watching you confidently strut towards him.

you run your fingers through your hair, lips parted. the young man—who is standing in a group of people in the living room—notices you walk past their group. when you both make eye contact as you pass him, you give him a flirty smirk before walking in a made up direction.

before you know it, you feel a tap on your shoulder and you smirk in victory. you turn around to see the gorgeous man you had chosen as your victim.

he stares down at you intently, a smirk plastered on his face as he takes a sip from his cup. "what's your name?"

you smirk back at him, "why?" you slur suggestively.

he chuckles, "fuck that, you wanna dance?" he asks confidently.

you purse your lips flirtatiously, not at all surprised by his cockiness and you nod with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

he licks his lips, nodding and taking your hand softly to lead you to the makeshift dance floor.

luckily, he picks a spot only a few feet away from where chris is dancing with the random whore.

you place your back against the man’s chest, his hands finding your waist as you lean your head to the side below his neck. you can feel his breath on your ear as you sway your hips against him to the beat.

it was only a matter of time before chris noticed, and you couldn't stop sneaking glances at him across the dance floor.

at your third glance, chris makes eye contact with you. you watch his jaw immediately clench and jealousy fills his eyes.

you smirk at him sassily from across the room, turning your body away and the man you're dancing with turns your bodies. you embrace the man, his hands resting lowly on your hips and you stare at chris with cocky eyes over his shoulder.

you watch chris roll his tongue on the inside of his cheek and a scary smirk plays on his lips. suddenly, his hands on the girl's hips fall. she looks confused, calling out to him, but chris ignores her and storms over to you and the man you're dancing with.

when you turn your head to see chris standing beside the both of you, fists clenched together and an insanely jealous expression, you can't help but chuckle a little. "can i help you?"

your voice catches the man by surprise, turning his head to see chris and he furrows his brows in confusion.

chris chuckles at your question, slightly scaring you. his eyes dart from the man to you, and you can't help but worry about what he's about to do.

chris scoffs, ultimately deciding to just possessively grab you by the arm and off the man's body—his eyes never leaving his. you shriek, caught off guard by his actions and spilling some of your drink on the white dress you wore, "chris, what the fuck?!" you groan, immediately patting down your dress with your hands.

chris glances at the mess on the material that hugged your body before looking at the man in front of him who seems very confused as he opens his mouth to speak, "what the hell, man?"

chris just chuckles in response, "touch her again and i'll kill ya," he slurs slightly, anger in his voice. the man just looks at chris dumbfounded and he doesn't even get the chance to respond because chris is now pulling you out of the living room by your arm down a hallway.

"chris! get the fuck off me!" you continuously shout, but chris ignores you and instead pulls you both into an empty bathroom, locking the door.

you stare down at your dress, wiping the stains with your hands but it doesn't seem to do anything.

chris leans against the sink, crossing his arms as he stares you up and down, licking his lips, "you think that shit's funny?"

you look up at him when he speaks, furrowing your brows in disbelief. "chris, i'm not doing this with you."

chris laughs, shaking his head and walking towards you until your back hits the door. he places his hands on the door on either side of your head, leaning his forehead centimeters away from your face. you feel your breath hitch in your throat as his minty breath breezes against your face.

"hm? think it's funny to fuck around like that and be a little whore?" he asks in a voice almost a whisper.

you swallow hard, but try to remain confident, "don't even chris, you love to have whores all over you and never talk to me when we go out, but when i even speak to another man it's a problem."

chris smirks manically, rolling his tongue across his bottom row of teeth, "i dunno where this whole acts comin' from, mama, but it's pissin' me off."

you roll your eyes and stare at him, "what are you gonna do about it?" you slur drunkenly.

chris' smirk only grows and his eyes dart from your lips to your eyes, "gonna fix it for ya," he says wickedly. you feel your heart go to your toes, already feeling yourself getting wet at his words.

chris wastes no time in smashing his lips against yours, his hands possessively moving to your hips, slamming you against the door and you moan softly in response. he takes this as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth dominantly.

you give in, kissing him back as his tongue soon wins the fight for dominance and he smirks against your lips before pulling away. he turns your body around, bending you over the sink and biting his lip as he stares at you in the mirror.

you stare at him with lust, your swollen lips parted and eyes full of desire to which he chuckles at, licking his lips, "this what you need, hm?" he asks, pulling your dress over your hips as his pants tighten at the sight of your round ass.

you swallow, nodding hesitantly in response. chris laughs wickedly as he unzips his jeans, pulling your thong to the side, "yeah? need your attitude fucked out of ya?"

you watch him in the mirror, blinking slowly in response and he slaps your ass when you don't respond, making you flinch.

he leans his body over yours, his mouth inches from your ear, "say it ma, need to hear ya say it."

you whimper quietly, sighing, "need...need your dick, chris," you slur.

chris nods, smirking in response, "good, cause if you wanna act like a fuckin' whore, i'm gonna treat you like one."

chris leans his body back, pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough to pull his swelled cock out. he wastes no time slamming into you hard, and you gasp loudly at this while he grunts deeply.

chris picks up a fast, hard pace within seconds. you pant, moaning and crying out loudly. your brows are knit together, mouth hanging open, and hands gripping the counter until your knuckles turn white at the overwhelming pleasure.

chris is grunting from behind you, the occasional chuckle leaving his mouth, "yeaaah, fuckin' take it you slut," he growls, slapping your ass as his other hand pulls your hips against him in a rhythm with his own.

your head falls against the counter as you moan loudly, but chris chuckles deeply, yanking your head up by your hair tightly, "nah, gotta watch yourself get fucked like the little slut you are, ma," he tuts. you whine in response, forcing your eyes to stay open as you watch yourself fall apart in the mirror.

you feel tears stinging your eyes as chris pounds impossibly harder into your aching heat as you cry out in overstimulation, "chris!"

chris laughs at you, only gripping your hips with his one hand tighter, "so pretty when you're cryin' f'me."

a tear streams down your face as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach forming and you yelp loudly, "i-i....i'm...g-gonna..."

chris bites his bottom lip and smirks evilly at you through the mirror, "uh-uh. you're gonna hold it f'me, think you can just dance on some random guy?" he chuckles dryly, "fuck atta here w'that shit."

you shriek in overstimulation, your mascara smudging beneath your eyes as your legs quiver, "i-i...chris! i can't!"

chris leans his over your body, slapping your ass as you feel him panting against your ear, "yeah? beg for it then."

you pant breathlessly, your vision blurry from the pleasure and tears, "p-please...please—fuck—chris....i need to cum!"

"tell me how sorry ya are, mama," chris says through grunts.

"i...’m sorry...’m sorry...please..." you beg desperately. chris chuckles at your pathetic tone, leaning away from your ear and snapping his hips harder, "fuckin' pussy so tight...all mine, right, ma? who's fuckin' pussy is this, hm?" he groans.

you whine loudly, feeling your whole body go sore as you give everything you can to not let go right now, "y-y....yours! i-it's all yours, chris! fuck, please...please i gotta cum!"

chris licks his lips through a mischievous smirk, nodding, "yeah, thas right...all mine."

you feel your orgasm uncontrollably about to burst and you cry loudly, "chris! please—shiiit—please!"

chris nods, pleased with your begging as he lets out deep, short breaths as his own orgasm approaches, "yeah, bein' so good, takin’ it so well...cum for me ma, cum all over this cock."

your body immediately lets go, your cum coating chris' dick and he moans in response to the sight of you. you moan loudly, legs uncontrollably shaking as your eyes pinch shut.

"mmm...fuuuck, ma...gonna cum...i'm cummin' for you..." he groans, his thrusts getting sloppier as he helps you come down from your high, watching you in the mirror.

"fuck," chris moans, pulling out and sprawling out his load on your ass. his eyes roll back at the pleasure, groaning.

he looks at you through the mirror and chuckles at your state. your hair is all messed up, lashes sticky, mascara run down your face.

after he cleans you up, he pulls your panties back on you properly and pulls your dress back down, snaking an arm around your waist to stand you up straight.

as you look at yourself in the mirror—still trying to catch your breath—chris pulls his boxers and jeans on while glancing at you, "fix y'self, jesus, look like you just got fucked stupid," he jokes and you roll your eyes, raking your fingers through your hair.

chris rests his hands on the counter, leaning forward while he looks at you in the mirror.

"cleaned up your act, real quick, didn't i? told you i would."

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i actually really like this but it's a LITTLE graphic and rough but like i love rough LMAO. also this is not good but i low-key love toxic men...

thank you for reading!! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™

[bingwriterxo]

first time

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which you and vada have your first time together

warnings: smut (character is 18+), 18+ (minors DNI), fingering

word count: 2200+

author's note: here she is: awkward, rambling vada. also (slight spoilers but...) [insert booksmart scene here]

"Mom?" you called out mid-yawn as you made your way downstairs, rubbing your eyes to try to wake yourself up more after the late-afternoon nap you had taken. When you were met with silence, you tried the other parent. "Dad?" Again, no response.

You shrugged as you walked into the kitchen, and your eyes narrowed as you caught sight of a piece of paper laying on the counter. You picked it up and read it over quickly, excitement surging through your veins.

Work trip this weekend. See you Sunday night. 

- Mom & Dad

vada can come over :)

The last part was scribbled on like an after-thought, and you knew your dad had written it. 

You dropped the paper onto the counter and pulled your phone from the pocket of your hoodie, immediately dialing your girlfriend's number. Leaning back against the counter, you waited for her to pick up. 

"Hey." Her voice was groggy, like she had also just woken up.

"Were you sleeping?" you asked. 

She hummed. "Yeah. Figured you were asleep when you didn't answer my texts so I thought I'd nap, too." You heard some shuffling on the other end and then Vada yawned. "What's up?"

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stop yourself from grinning. "My mom and dad are gone for the weekend. They said you could come over. I've got the house to myself, so..."

"Movie marathon!" she shouted excitedly. You listened as she scrambled out of her bed, hopping around her bedroom in search for things to pack in her duffle bag. "I'll leave in, like, ten. Put something good on the TV!" You could hear her smiling through the phone.

"Okay, see you soon. Love you." 

She squealed. "Love you!"

* * *

The movie playing on the television was boring you half out of your mind. You had chosen a random one that you knew Vada had been wanting to watch with you, and you had tried to focus on it for the first half-hour, but something kept distracting you. Well, something aside from your girlfriend's nonstop rambling. 

"I used to have the biggest crush on Blake Lively as a kid, you know," Vada said, her eyes trained on the screen. Her hand was digging in the bowl of popcorn that was resting between the two of you, and you giggled as she shoved some of the snack into her mouth. "But, man, is Anna Kendrick hot," she mumbled around the food. "I mean, obviously I know she's hot, 'cause, like, I'm not blind, but something about her in this movie just hits different."

You weren't ignoring her, per se, but you definitely weren't fully listening, instead choosing to stare at your girlfriend's side profile as she munched on the popcorn and talked with her mouth full--a habit of hers that you had hated at first but now couldn't help find somewhat endearing (as long as you weren't looking at her face-on). 

"And, well, Blake Lively is Blake Lively, and who doesn't have a crush on her?" Vada continued. If you had been paying attention to the movie on the screen, you were almost sure you wouldn't have been able to hear any of it over the girl's talking, anyway, so it was better that you weren't watching, right?

When she realized she hadn't heard from you in a few minutes, she glanced your way, and you smiled softly. She offered you a confused grin. "Are you not watching?"

You hummed and turned back to the television. "No, no. I am," you lied. You could feel her eyes on you, and you knew that if you looked at her, she'd be giving you that damn lovestruck look she always had on her face when she was around you, the one that made you weak in the knees and had your heart beating rapidly.

"Y/N," she said, calling your attention back to her. You had been correct--she was staring at you with a half-smile, like she didn't even realize her lips were upturned, and soft eyes, 

"Yes?"

Her eyes flitted down to your lips quickly, then back to your eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

You giggled. "You don't have to ask, Vads. We're dating."

She shrugged, hiding in her shoulders for a moment. "I know," she said, voice shy and slightly embarrassed. "But I just wanna make sure every time. Because, like, what if one day I don't ask, and you don't want a kiss, and then--"

You pressed your lips to hers, effectively silencing her, and sighed when she kissed back eagerly. You reached down, pushed the empty popcorn bowl to the floor, and then easily maneuvered onto Vada's lap. She grinned against you, hands flying to your waist. 

"I always like when you're on top when we make out," she began, "because I like the weight." She paused, eyes wide. "I'm not, like, saying you're heavy or anything, not that that would be a problem if you were, obviously, but it's like a weighted blanket! You know, like how they can help anxiety and--"

"Vada," you said softly, eyes flickering between her own. 

She gulped, and her fingers twitched against your sweatshirt. "Yeah?"

"Could you just kiss me?"

She bit her lip. "Yeah. That I can definitely do." 

Vada stretched her neck up, and you leaned down. You met in the middle, lips moving feverishly against each other. Your arms were wrapped around her shoulders, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck, while her hands slipped beneath the hem of your sweatshirt, her skin warm on yours. 

Her tongue swiped over your bottom lip at the same time as her fingers rose upward, the tips of her thumbs beneath your breasts. She pulled away quickly. "Are you not..." She moved her hands up a little more, feeling nothing except skin. "You're not wearing a bra."

You shook your head. "Nope." You grinned. "Is that a problem?"

"Definitely not," she breathed out, pulling you back into a bruising kiss. You groaned at the feeling, and she took it as an invitation, her tongue smoothing over your own. Vada's touch rose higher until she was palming your breasts softly, and you hummed against her.

After a moment, you nipped at her bottom lip and pulled away, your breathing heavy as you stared at her. Her pupils were blown, her lips were swollen, and you gulped before reaching down and pulling your sweatshirt off. Her eyes widened at the sight.

"Woah," she said as though she had never seen you topless before. You rolled your eyes with a smile because she had the same reaction every time the two of you did this, and then you leaned back in.

She seemed to still against you, and you reached down, urging her hands to keep moving. She took the hint, her thumbs beginning to circle your nipples, and you whined, your hips bucking up before you could stop them. 

Vada pulled away and dropped her head to your chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your sternum until she reached your breasts. She took one of your nipples into her mouth, and you threw your head back, a soft moan slipping from your lips. Her tongue ran along the bud while her lips sucked on it.

"Fuck, baby," you groaned, arching your back to push yourself into her touch more. 

Her hands dropped to your waist, though her mouth didn't stop, and she played with the hem of your shorts. "Do you wanna...?" she asked when she pulled back, staring up at you, her fingers dipping. 

"Yes," you said quickly, nodding to emphasize your agreement. "Yes, please."

Vada grinned, circled her arms around your waist, and then carefully laid you down on the couch, resting between your legs. Her mouth was quickly on your chest again as one of her hands slipped beneath your shorts, her finger running over your clothed slit. You squeaked in delight, hips canting up. 

"I can feel you through your underwear," Vada said. "You're really wet."

You nodded shyly, glancing away. "Yeah, well..."

She frowned and reached up, her free hand resting on your cheek and making you look at her again. "It's not bad. It's good. Really good, actually." She grinned, and you couldn't help your own smile. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I have no idea what I'm doing, really. Well, I kind of do, since, you know, I also have a vagina, but, like, I've obviously never had sex with anyone else, so I don't know if I'll do it right, and I want your first time to be good."

"Vads, baby," you cooed. "It'll be great if it's with you."

"Okay, okay," she said. She leaned up and kissed you again, her hand slipping beneath your panties. You both groaned, you at the feeling and her at the feeling of you. She rubbed your clit experimentally and you moaned.

"Shit," you cursed. "Yeah, that's--that's good."

Vada started circling it softly, and you couldn't help your whimpering. She was careful, a little too careful, but you weren't going to rush her, especially since it felt amazing.

"You can..." You gasped as she sped up a little. "Yeah, I was gonna say--"

"That's good, then?" she asked. Her eyes were on you, watching all of your reactions, trying to make sure she was doing the right thing.

"Very," was your short response. 

"Can I...well, should I...go in?"

"Yeah," you murmured. "Yeah, okay."

Her hand pushed down just a little bit farther, and then--

Oh.

You gasped at the feeling. Vada glanced up. "Is that...okay? Or was it better earlier? Or--"

You gulped and looked down at her, offering her a half-hearted smile. "Babe...I--I don't think that's the hole you were going for..." you whispered, trying not to embarrass her. Her eyes widened, and a blush immediately painted over her face. She pulled out and then pulled away, even though you reached out for her, trying to bring her back in. 

"Oh my god, oh my god. I am so sorry," she rushed out. "I just...I didn't even realize that I had gone down that far, and I just went for it, and--oh my god, I am so sorry, baby."

You grabbed at her shirt, pulled her toward you again until she was hovering above you. "It's okay, Vads," you promised. She was fidgety, clearly anxious, and you reached up, cupping her cheek. "Baby, I swear, it's okay."

She bit her lip. "I just fucked up our first time having sex. Oh my god, it's our first time having sex and I just...I just put my finger--"

You giggled a little. "It's okay. I'm fine; we're fine." You leaned up and kissed her gently. "Do you wanna try again?"

Vada looked at you hesitantly. "Can I?" she asked. "I kind of feel like I need to try to redeem myself and get my finger in the right place. Because, I swear, I know where it's supposed to go. I promise."

"Vada, please try again," you said, the pleading in your voice clear as day. "I really want you to."

She nodded. "Okay." She leaned down and pressed her lips to yours, a little rough in her nerves. You didn't mind, accepting the kiss happily. 

Her fingers started to roam down your body again, and you inhaled sharply at the feel of her slipping beneath your panties again. Her fingers started at your clit, rubbing quick circles, and you moaned into her, her mouth catching the sound. 

"Okay," she said, determined. "This time I got it." Her finger slipped downward, and you felt her pressing against your entrance. "That's right, right?"

"Yes," you said. "Yes, baby. Please, just--"

She pushed her finger into you and you groaned, back arching. "God, you're tight, baby. Feels so good."

"Fuck," you mumbled as she started thrusting. She curled her finger whenever she was fully inside, and it wasn't hard for her to find the rough spot of your walls. "Shit, shit, Vads."

She grinned and dipped down to your neck, lips hot against your skin. You could feel her kissing and nipping and sucking, but you could only pay attention to the fact that she was in you. 

"You can," you started breathlessly, "you can add another one." 

Vada hummed into your neck and slipped a second finger in you. You gasped at the stretch, hands flying to grip her hair. Her thumb reached up to play with your clit, and she quickened her pace. You were rolling your hips against her, whimpering.

"You're so pretty," she said, voice muffled. "So good, baby."

The praise pushed you to the edge. "Vads, I'm gonna cum," you whined. She thrusted into you hard once, and then again, and then you were cumming around her fingers.  At the same moment your orgasm washed through you, her teeth nipped at your pulse point, and you shivered, fingers tightening in her hair and a moan of her name falling from your lips.

She pulled out of you gently, grinning smugly as she did, and you watched as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them curiously. Her eyes widened. "Okay," she said decidedly. "Next time, I'm going down on you."

You chuckled and bit your lip. "You think there's gonna be a next time?" you teased.

Vada frowned. "I thought I redeemed myself pretty well," she huffed. 

"I dunno. We might have to do it again...just to check."

She grinned. "Not a problem with me." And then her lips were on yours again and her hand was sliding down your front. 

[harrowharks-iliac-crest]

Ianthe, Coronabeth and the Blood of Eden

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I gotta be perfectly honest here, I'm not overly fond of Ianthe. I can see why people love her. I appreciate her as a character construct. I don't like her though. Her attachment to Coronabeth is her one (1) redeeming quality, in my eyes.

And Coronabeth is now with the Blood of Eden.

Again I find myself really wanting to be a fly on the wall in that crucial little time at Canaan House between Cytherea's death, Blood of Eden arriving and taking all survivors sans Lyctors, and the Emperor arriving to collect Ianthe and Harrow.

Ianthe and Coronabeth have been plotting with each other their whole damn lives. There's no way they didn't have some kind of agreement with each other before splitting up. Something perhaps communicated in code, so neither Harrow nor BoE would have known what they were talking about. Perhaps they both decided then and there to join Blood of Eden, and that Ianthe would be a spy for Corona. Perhaps they've both been with them, or at least sympathetic, since before Canaan House. No idea if/how they would have kept up communication while Ianthe was at the Mithraeum, but maybe she was meeting Corona in secret while out killing planets? We know that after a while the old Lyctors didn't supervise their charges all the time when out killing planets, and there were lots of planets to kill.

Alternatively, could Ianthe have somehow managed to form some kind of BrainRiver Necromantic connection? That would be deep spirit magic almost akin to Lyctorhood - perhaps she did take a tiny bit of Corona without killing her, and then took Naberius instead - maybe she wanted to take Corona, but realised this would have killed her beloved sister, and killed Naberius instead? Maybe she figured out the secret to perfect Lyctorhood, and it is only taking a minuscule amount of your Cav - letting her take a minuscule amount of you - and as such, you can communicate with each other even when apart?

Would be a banger if so. Mad props to Ianthe if this is true. Might even be her 2nd redeeming feature.

Actually, no, it's still just the love for Coronabeth. If Ianthe had cared about Corona a little bit less, she could have taken and killed her. But she wouldn't.

So anyway I'm deeply sure that Corona and Ianthe are either already communicating, or both working very hard to get back together again.

Are they with the Blood of Eden, though?

Coronabeth, at this point, seems to have been taken in by them, according to Judith's journal; she could be a double agent type, or just doing whatever will keep her alive with the best chances of seeing Ianthe again. She also gets to keep Judith and Camilla alive. Coronabeth actually cares about people other than Ianthe, or at least it seems that way.

The epilogue suggests that either the three of them escaped from BoE alongside this random girl, or found her after escaping. Either that - or they're in BoE's network and maybe even under their protection while the three of them are off on a little side quest involving this girl. Either way, they're a united front of sorts, working towards the same goal (looking after this random kid, and finding out what her significane is, probably).

One who looks after her, one who teaches her, one who goes to work for her.

Camilla is revealed as the one to look after her. Teacher must be Judith, and Coronabeth got herself some kind of job to sustain them. Is it enough? One income for four adults? What kinda economy is this please? I guess she's a princess so she's probably demanding damn good pay, but still.

(Wait, is there money? I don't remember ever seeing any references to it - which would have caught my attention...)

Just checked -

(The nice thing about having the pdfs is that I can ctrl+f this stuff)

"Pay" is only really used metaphorically,

"Money" is Gideon hoping to be given some, Harrow imagining some in the Cohort being paid for someone's rank, and the idiom "[giving x] a run for its money" a couple times. No direct references to money as far as I can tell - there doesn't seem to be any needed in the Ninth, Canaan House, or the Mithraeum. The concept of money seems to be around. Maybe it's something only non-necromancers have to worry about?

"Loan" is mentioned only once, as something Harrow could have gotten to keep her house alive, so money in some form is around, or debt at least, but there's very little idea of what form it takes.

Sorry, let's get back on track. We were talking about the Tridentarii and Blood of Eden. And actually, I think I've said about what I can on them. I wanna move on!

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when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

13.5 bathroom meetings.

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Turning off her phone, Jimin sighed in defeat. She knows everyone’s not avoiding her on purpose, but it kind of felt that way. She wasn’t going to have a nice dinner outside, but she didn’t want to lock herself inside on a nice Wednesday night. So she decided on the next best thing.

Let’s trespass on school grounds after hours.

Normal people wouldn’t think to do this, but Jimin was different. She wanted to do nothing more than rebel against her goodie-two-shoes image, so she committed crimes on the low. Not actual illegal ones, just minor crimes like ‘trespassing’ at a school she pays to live in.

Let’s see where to break into first! I could walk into the chemistry lab and mix all of the labels. Yeah, that’s evil enough; let’s do it.

Like I said, they weren’t illegal crimes. Just inconveniences that Jimin thought were ‘evil.’ She didn’t have much experience being a bad kid, so this is as good as she’s going to get.

Before Jimin could step foot into the lab, the sound of crying could be heard in the science department bathrooms. Who could be here at this hour? She knocked softly so as not to startle the clearly distressed individual.

“Get the fuck away; can’t you see it’s occupied?" That voice was distinct. There was none like it. Ningning was in the bathroom, and she was crying?

“….Ning? It’s Jimin, are you okay?”

“I said get AWAY.” Jimin didn’t flinch; she was used to this. She went to high school with Ning, so she wasn’t afraid of her. At the moment, she was just concerned as to why someone as tough as Ningning could be crying alone in a bathroom. Jimin sat down outside the bathroom, back against the metal steel door.

“Hey, If you want to talk, we can. I know you probably don’t want to tell a random stranger about your issues; that’s fine with me. But you know I’m good with a secret. You can talk to me.”

Jimin felt her back slightly fall as the door creaked open.

“I’m not telling you because we’re friends, but I am telling you because I have no one else I can trust.” Ningning’s words sounded rude as usual, but her sorrowful tone from crying was heard. It made Jimin’s heart ping; no one deserved to feel how Ningning felt at this moment.

“The stupid gossip site posted. Your little friend and my ex-bitch are besties now. What the fuck, man. What did I do to deserve this? I’m the one who got cheated on. So why does everyone feel bad for Giselle?” She began tearing up even more. Jimin had been bewildered by the fact that Y/N was hanging out with Giselle. Why had she lied to her? They had mentioned it was a friend Jimin didn’t know, but that clearly wasn’t the case. Nonetheless, she’d focus on that later. All Jimin’s attention is on Ningning now.

“No way is Ning Yi Zhuo letting two freaks get the better of her.”

Sorry Y/n.

“The same Ning Yi Zhuo who got our finals canceled by rigging the lottery so that our principal won? The same Ningning who passes every school year with a 4.0 GPA yet doesn’t show up to any class? There's no way you’re going to let two people hurt you like this. That stupid school blog stinks anyway; they don’t even get the full story of things! I’m sure Y/N meant no harm in what she did. Trust me, I know her. She’d never hurt you on purpose.”

The room was silent, all that could be heard were the crickets, and the cool wind breeze. Jimin meant every word. She trusted Y/n. Sure she lied about who she was meeting up with, but it was surely for a good reason. That's something you're certain of. Ningning looked away as if she were deep in thought. She quickly dried away her tears and stood up.

“Whatever, I can do way better than those two freaks. I can literally buy their houses and still have money left over to splurge. Later loser.” There she was, ‘Rich Bitch’ Ningning. Before she fully stepped foot out the door, she turned back.

“Thanks, Jimin.” Then she walked away.

And so there goes Jimin’s Wednesday night. Maybe she’ll continue her ‘evil’ activities another day. For now, she’ll get some food and head home. Still, she can’t shake the feeling that the conversation will be important later. She’d probably never cross paths with Ningning again, so why does she feel like this?

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(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 12

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives. 

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “Oh, so that’s what he’s up to. I had a feeling he was scheming.”

Dieter grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind him toward the sound. He gave my hand a squeeze before letting go to open the door. He was greeted by his sister, Gabriela, and brother-in-law, Shaun. Their kids, Sara, Samuel, and Luke filed in right behind them. All three ran over to hug their “Uncle Dieter” before taking off through the house with Shaun following close behind, already telling them to slow it down. Dieter took that time to introduce me to his sister. She gave me a big smile which looked very similar to his as she came over to wrap me in a warm hug. She stepped back with her hands on my shoulders, looking me over. She turned to her brother, “Dieter, ella es hermosa! (Dieter, she is beautiful!)”  

“Si, una amiga muy hermosa. (Yes, a very beautiful friend.)” He gave her a stern look, followed by a small smirk. 

She looked at him with disbelief and replied, “Right. I’m sure,” as she stepped away from me. 

I shifted my eyes between the two of them with a tight smile and raised eyebrows, having no idea what was happening.

“Don’t pay any attention to Gabby, she’s just giving me a hard time.” He gave his sister a pointed look. 

“Well, that happens to be one of my favorite pastimes, so I think I’ll let her continue without intervening.” 

“Now I didn’t introduce you two so you can gang up on me.” Dieter said with mock horror. 

“Why not? You and Lauren gang up on me all the time.”

Gabby laughed as she linked her arm with mine. “I think we’re going to be best friends,” she said as she led me toward the kitchen. 

“Dieter has told me so much about you. I’m surprised he wanted to have this little get together so we could meet. That isn’t something he typically does with his friends.” 

Gabby was eyeing me as she spoke. Like she was expecting some sort of reaction to her words. 

“I think of it as more of a housewarming party and he needed help cooking. Not so much to meet me…or Lauren. Lauren is around here somewhere too…helping with the food.” 

I sounded like such a spaz. I just needed to stop talking because she was making me nervous, and I was starting to ramble. I could feel my heart rate speeding up.

“Lauren, right. I’m pretty sure Dieter is trying to set her and our brother up. He was pretty insistent that Alex come meet her.” 

“Oh, so that’s what he’s up to. I had a feeling he was scheming.” I shook my head and laughed at the thought. It seemed so random. 

As if on cue, Dieter came walking into the kitchen with a handsome younger version of himself following behind him. I gave Alex a polite smile as Dieter introduced us. 

While we were all standing around chatting, Lauren came in through the back door to grab some items to take outside. All eyes turned to her, and she slowly came to a stop, freezing in place as her eyes caught sight of Alex. A shy smile spread across her face, and she gave a little wave. Dieter walked over linking arms with her, pulling her over to meet everyone. Taking special care when introducing her to Alex. 

“Alex, this is my good friend Lauren. She runs that art shop I told you about and teaches the classes.”  He turned to Lauren, gesturing toward his brother. “Alex is into art too. He likes to do sketches, but it’s just a hobby. He’s currently going to school to be a pediatrician.”  

Gabby and I silently watched the exchange. Occasionally elbowing one another or shooting each other a look. It was obvious they were smitten with the intense eye contact between the two of them as Dieter kept talking, trying to facilitate a conversation between them. 

Gabby let out a small laugh and turned her back toward the trio.

“Alex is so shy around girls. This may be painful to watch.” She said in a low conspiratorial voice.

“Lauren doesn’t tend to be shy, so maybe she’ll get him out of his shell.”

However, the more I watched her, the more I realized she was indeed acting shy. This was new. I looked back at Gabby, “You’re right, this might be painful. I don���t know what’s gotten into her.” 

We both laughed a little too loudly, which got everyone else’s attention. I cleared my throat awkwardly as all three of them looked at us. 

“Lauren, how about you get the meat started on the grill,” I blurted out. 

She gave me a panicked look. I knew she didn’t know how to work the grill. It was officially payback for all the times she would do or say something in front of Dieter. I tried to hold in a smile as I looked over at Dieter, then quickly glanced at his brother, then back to him with a raised eyebrow. He caught on.

“Alex, how about you help Lauren with that. You’re the grill master after all.” 

“Uhh, yeah. On it.” Alex said as he shook his head and walked toward Lauren asking what he could do to help. They grabbed some things out of the refrigerator before heading out the back door. As soon as they were out of earshot, all three of us burst into laughter. This day just got significantly more interesting. It might be enough to keep me distracted from my anxiety. 

Once the three of us calmed ourselves, we moved outside with everyone else. Lauren and Alex were still manning the grill, both shyly chatting with one another. Alex appeared to be showing her how to work it. I busied myself with setting the food out as it was ready. Gabby sat at the table watching the chaos unfold as she sipped a cocktail that she had made for herself and snacked on the appetizers. Dieter immediately ran over to play with the kids and surprised them with the massive water guns he had picked up for the occasion. He pulled out the extras and gave one to Shaun and kept one for himself as they all chased each other around the yard in battle mode. 

As I was setting things up, I watched Dieter. He would have made such a wonderful father. He was so good with the kids. For the first time since New York, the memory of him saying he had a vasectomy came to mind. Did he really not want kids at all? It was hard to believe after seeing him like this. I suddenly felt a sadness wash over me, wondering if it had anything to do with whatever haunted his beautiful soul. 

He still hadn’t opened up to me in detail about his issues, but I knew he was dealing with things. I knew he had been going to therapy. I could typically tell the mornings he had been. He was always more reserved and quieter, opting to have a quick workout session alone before he would really interact with anyone. I never questioned him about it. I only offered comforting gestures and support when I knew he was down. I knew he would talk to me when he was ready.

As I stood near the table watching him, I realized Gabby now had her eyes on me. Studying me. 

“He’s really good with kids, you know. I’m still holding out hope that one day he’ll finally settle down and have some of his own.”

I smiled nervously at her comment, feeling like she could read my mind. I wasn’t really sure how to respond. Clearly, she didn’t know about his minor operation. I opted for humor. 

“He’s basically a big kid himself, so it makes sense.”    

She chuckled, nodding in agreement as she turned her attention back to him. Dieter noticed us watching him. He paused slightly, giving me a questioning look before walking over, appearing to be concerned about something. He stopped in front of me, reaching out to grab my right hand from my shoulder. I hadn’t even realized it was there. It was then I noticed that my brows were drawn down together and my jaw felt tight. In my periphery, Gabby was watching us intently. 

“Do you need help with anything?” 

He was giving me an out in case I needed a break. I shook my head from side to side as I gave him a small smile and relaxed my features. I appreciated that he was still thinking of me, even with his family around. He gave me a reassuring smile and squeezed my hand as he led me over to sit at the table with him and his sister. I sat first and he scooted his chair closer before he sat down beside me. He leaned back and draped his right arm across the back of my chair, grabbing a small piece of my hair to twist around his fingers. I wasn’t sure if he was doing that as a distraction for me or for himself as he suddenly seemed nervous too. It possibly had something to do with the way his sister was watching us. Her eyes kept dropping down to his fingertips twirling my hair as they chatted. 

“So, are Anna and the gang coming later?” Gabby eventually asked him.

He looked down at the table where he was tapping the fingers of his left hand. It was his turn to draw his brows down together before answering. 

“Yeah, they're supposed to. I’m not exactly sure who all is coming though.”

Dieter had mentioned Anna and “the gang” in earlier conversations. It was his group of friends that he typically spent time with while he was in LA. They were all actors, like him. He had known Anna since they were young and at one time, they were best friends. He had said the group was heavy into partying and he was currently trying to do a little less of that. He wasn’t sure how he was going to fit into the group now that he was trying to cut some of those behaviors out of his life. He did want to try for Anna’s sake though.

I noticed Gabby gave a slight look of disapproval at his answer. It seemed like she wasn’t a fan. 

“How is she going to handle you having a new best friend?” Gabby asked with a raised eyebrow. Still sipping on her drink. 

I could feel Dieter tense beside me. His left hand moved to the middle of his abdomen. Something I noticed he often did when he was feeling anxious. I leaned forward with my left hand, giving his knee a small squeeze. 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m excited to meet everyone.” 

I’m not sure if I came off as enthusiastic as I had meant to, but it had the intended effect. He visibly relaxed at my touch. Gabby was studying us again. She had a curious look on her face. 

Suddenly our attention was drawn toward the grill, where Alex was rushing to put out a rather large flame. Lauren stood there, stunned. I had no idea what led to it, but the resulting scene was hilarious. The kids ran over and started spraying toward the grill with their water guns, but mostly just sprayed Alex and Lauren while he battled the flame himself with a hand towel. Dieter let out a cackle as he leaned his head on my shoulder. Once he caught his breath, he yelled toward Lauren, “I know I don’t know how to cook, mi pequeño giraso, but I’m pretty sure that ain’t it.” 

Lauren responded by flipping him the bird, to which Alex burst out laughing. 

“Well, I’m happy to see they’re bonding,” Dieter said to Gabby and me with a chuckle. 

Soon after that little incident, Alex declared the food was ready. There were a few hot dogs he had to toss, but otherwise, everything else turned out ok. Shaun wrangled the kids so that he and Gabby could get their plates going. Everyone else fell in behind them. 

Dinner with Dieter and his siblings was interesting. It seemed like they each had different silent side conversations going with each other from looks alone. However, verbal conversation flowed uninterrupted. It was clear they were all close and cared for each other. They were all easy going and welcoming to Lauren and me. It was as if we had known them for years already. I was having a good time and didn’t feel anxious at all. I could see why Dieter wanted me to meet them before everyone else. 

By the time we had finished eating, all of us, aside from Shaun, had consumed multiple drinks and were a little buzzed. Alex and Shaun took off after the kids with the water guns while the rest of us sat around and chatted some more. At one point, Dieter stood from the table. 

“Can I get you guys anything while I’m up?” Lauren and Gabby shook their heads no. I sat there for a moment, trying to remember the name of the drink he had mixed for us earlier. He looked down at me and touched the back of my hair.

“Mi Estrella? Anything?” 

“Well, the name has left me, but bring me whatever drink you made us earlier, please.” 

He briefly laughed at me, before Gabby caught our attention. She was staring at Dieter with a shocked look on her face. Her eyes turned glassy. A look passed between them that I didn’t understand. He lowered his head, looking slightly embarrassed and walked toward the back door without another word. She watched him retreat, with a bizarre look on her face. Lauren and I exchanged a glance. She had noticed it too. Gabby cleared her throat as she turned her attention back to me with a small smile on her face. I gave her a questioning look.

“Everything ok?” I asked her.

She smiled wider and looked down at the ground.

“I’ll save that one for him to share when he’s ready.”   

I wasn’t really sure how to respond, so I just smiled in return. Lauren, who was clearly sensing the awkwardness, quickly changed the subject and invited Gabby to bring the kids to one of her art classes for the younger age group. Gabby seemed thankful for the subject change. 

After several minutes, Dieter returned, followed by a group of people. I assumed this was “Anna and the gang.” It was a flurry of activity as he attempted to introduce Lauren and I to everyone. They didn’t seem very interested as they continued to talk loudly amongst themselves. None of their names really stuck, except Anna’s. She was pretty enough with her light brown hair hanging in waves down her back. She was tall and had an interesting choice in fashion. She was wearing some brown baggy cotton capri pants and a matching loose fitting short sleeve button up. It reminded me of something my grandma used to wear.

I stood to greet her, she looked me up and down as she reached out her hand.

“You must be the infamous Natalia that I have heard so much about lately.”

I gave her a warm smile as I returned her handshake, trying to be friendly, but she was making it hard. Something about her rubbed me the wrong way.

“That’s a cute little sundress. Interesting choice.”

I was a little stunned by her tone. I wasn’t sure if she was being facetious or not. Dieter picked up on my uneasiness before I could respond. 

“Isn’t it though? She was turning heads the whole time we were out shopping this morning,” he said as he put his arm around my shoulders to briefly pull me into his side, then handed me the drink he was holding. He lowered his hand from my shoulder to rest on my bare back and rubbed gently.

Anna seemed confused by his response, but she smiled anyway. I chanced a glance over at Lauren, she didn’t seem very impressed with that whole exchange. I sat back down with my drink. Dieter continued to stand and chat with small groups of his friends as they scattered about. I noticed Gabby looking at Anna with narrowed eyes as she moved around between the groups with Dieter. Gabby leaned toward me and spoke quietly.

“Just so you know, they never dated or anything. Also, she’s kind of a bitch, so don’t let her get to you. She doesn’t really care for new people that much.” 

Lauren overheard her and burst out laughing. I looked at Gabby with wide eyes. That was not what I was expecting from her. I just shook my head in agreement as I laughed. 

The three of us spent the next hour chatting amongst ourselves. Alex eventually came over to join us, which perked Lauren up. It didn’t go unnoticed that they kept sneaking glances at one another. They were both being so shy that it was comical to watch.

As day turned to night and the alcohol flowed, the recent additions to our party were getting a little sloppy and obnoxious. After overhearing comments about the kids being a buzzkill while they played in the pool with their dad, Gabby decided it was time to head out for the evening. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with them. I gave her an apologetic look as she got up to get Shaun’s attention. They got the kids out of the pool and started getting them ready to head out. 

I looked around in search of Dieter. He was over near the pergola, now lit with string lights, chatting with Anna and two others. He stood with one hand in the pocket of his shorts, the other holding a drink. His shoulders seemed tense as did the look on his face. Everyone else seemed to be smiling and having a good time, so I found it odd. I walked over and sidled up next to him. Gently setting my hand on his back between his shoulder blades to get his attention. He turned his head to look at me, giving a tight smile. I gave him a questioning look as I reached up to run my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, causing him to relax and lean into me. 

“Your sister is about to leave. You wanna come help me pack up some leftovers for them?”  

He shook his head and told the group he would be back as he walked with me toward the back door. 

“Everything ok? You seem a little tense?”

“Yeah, I just kind of forgot what hanging out with them is like. They can be a lot sometimes. Also, my sister isn’t a fan. It probably wasn’t the best idea to have everyone here together.”

“It’s been fine. Your sister’s been hanging out with us. They’re all having a good time.”

I gave his arm a small squeeze as he wrapped a plate of food with plastic wrap. Anna walked through the back door at that point.

“You guys need any help?” 

“No, I think we’ve got it covered.” Dieter replied. 

She stood there for a moment, watching us move around the kitchen. I opened one of the cabinets to pull out some of the extra disposable foil pans to put more food in. I could feel her eyes on me as I did so.

“You seem to know your way around his kitchen.”

“Well, she’s been here for two days cooking, so I should hope so.” Dieter said with an annoyed tone. 

“Have you been spending a lot of time here, cooking, Talia?”   

I felt like she was insinuating something. 

“No, actually. Yesterday was my first time coming here.” 

Anna raised her eyebrow in response. Dieter stopped packaging the food and gave her a pointed look. She said nothing else as she made her way back outside, passing Gabby, Shaun, and the kids as they came inside. She didn’t even acknowledge them. I looked at Dieter and he shrugged, then went back to what he was doing. 

Gabby came over and hugged me in a tight embrace as she said, “It was so nice meeting you. I hope we can spend more time together very soon.” 

She turned to her brother, hugging him just as tightly. As she released him, she gave him a serious look before pointing at him to say, “Te amo hermano... y me gusta ella. No lo jodas.” (I love you brother…and I like her. Don’t fuck it up.)

Dieter blushed slightly as he laughed in response. He looked down as he replied, “También te amo, hermana.”

Dieter and I helped carry the leftovers outside to their car which resulted in more byes and hugs from the kids. Afterwards, we headed to the back yard. Lauren was still sitting at the table with Alex and another woman, who seemed to be attempting to flirt with him. He wasn’t impressed and Lauren looked annoyed. Dieter looked at Lauren, shaking his head. 

“Julia, cut it out,” he said to the woman. She rolled her eyes at him as she got up to stumble off elsewhere. 

The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful. Everyone else seemed nice enough and were friendly toward Lauren and I. Anna took it down a few notches and attempted a conversation with us. She wasn’t so bad, but she seemed to be having a hard time with it for whatever reason. 

Around nine thirty Lauren decided she was going to call it a night. She was exhausted after two long days of prepping for this thing. Alex jumped in to say he was pretty tired and going to head home as well. He asked Lauren if she was ok to drive. She said that she was. I scoffed and gave her a look that said, “Really?” I guarantee he would have offered her a ride home if she had said no. She stared at me momentarily, realizing what I was hinting at. She shook her head at me. I rolled my eyes in response. He did at least walk with her to the car. That was something, hopefully. 

Now that everyone I knew had left, I felt a little anxious, which led to a couple more drinks. Dieter didn’t leave my side after Lauren left. I think that was just as much for him as it was for me though. The more his friends shifted into party mode, the more tense he seemed. 

As the evening progressed, I noticed we were always touching in some way. It could have been anything from his leg being pressed against mine to his arm resting on the back of my chair twirling my hair. Some of his friends were giving him a hard time because he was being “boring” and not drinking more. I’m not sure what they expected from him. He was drinking and having a good time, but he wasn’t getting sloppy drunk like they were. This must be what he meant by them not being supportive.

It was close to midnight when everyone finally started to thin out. I busied myself with cleaning up while Dieter saw to it that everyone was covered getting home. Anna seemed to be lingering around to help with that also. However, I got the feeling she was waiting for me to leave too since she kept asking if I needed any help “finishing up.”  Dieter finally spoke up and told her we had it covered from here while he set her up with an uber. She seemed slightly annoyed at his response, but eventually left without a fuss.

Once she was out the door, he looked like he was ready to crash. I gathered up my things and was about to head home when he stopped me.

“Wait, where are you going?” 

“I’m gonna walk home. It’s not that far.”

“At this hour? You most certainly will not.”

“You don’t need to be driving.”

“Well, I’ll walk you then.”

“No. I don’t want to find you sleeping in the shrubbery when tomorrow rolls around.” 

I raised an eyebrow at him. He laughed.

“I’m not that far gone, sweetheart. I think I can handle it.” 

“It’s ridiculous for you to walk there and back.”

“You could just stay with me, and I’ll take you home in the morning.”

He seemed surprised by the words that came out of his own mouth. He clearly didn’t think about what he was saying before he said it. I stared at him, a little surprised too. This was a slippery slope he was on. 

“That probably isn’t a good idea...” 

“Oh come on, I can behave myself. You should know better than that by now. I’ll even make you some breakfast in the morning.” 

“You don’t know how to cook, remember?”

“I can handle the basics…”

I sighed. I really didn’t feel like walking home, seeing as the room was still spinning slightly. I really hoped this didn’t make things weird. 

“Fine, but I’m making breakfast.”

“Oh thank God. I didn’t want to do all that walking.” 

I laughed at him, “Yeah, me neither.” 

He walked over and put his hands on my hips from behind and started pushing me toward his bedroom. 

“Let’s go, then. I’m toast.”

He gave me some of his gym shorts and one of his band t-shirts to sleep in. He also had an extra toothbrush that he donated to the cause. I changed in his bathroom, then opened the door so he could come in to brush his teeth while I did the same. As we stood there, my mind wandered to all the wrong places, as usual. Sometimes it was the simplest things that made me want more. Usually, it was the domestic behaviors like this that really got me. 

I noticed he kept looking at me in the mirror as I casually looked around his bathroom. It was the first time I had been in that room, and I was trying to keep myself distracted. I noticed that it was surprisingly very clean. He probably has a maid, I thought. 

He finished brushing his teeth, then stood back in the doorway, continuing to watch me as I rinsed my mouth out. When I finished, I stood there awkwardly holding the toothbrush up, silently asking what to do with it. He laughed and took it from my hand and stuck it in the toothbrush holder. I felt a little flutter in my stomach. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like he didn’t already have a bunch of his stuff over at my house as it was. 

“What are you thinking about so hard?” He asked with a half smirk on his face. 

“I’m thinking you have a really clean bathroom for a dude. What are you thinking about so hard?”     

“That you look kind of adorable in my clothes that are like three sizes too big for you.” 

I looked down and laughed.

“I do feel like a child playing dress up.” 

We both started laughing as we walked toward the bed. The shorts were a problem. They didn’t want to stay on me, which caused him to laugh even harder. The t-shirt was pretty big, so I ended up losing the shorts before I crawled into bed. It just wasn’t going to work. 

“Don’t get any ideas.” I shot at him as I untied the drawstring and let them fall off to the floor on their own. He looked offended that I would suggest such a thing and I laughed at him.

Then he took off his shirt, acting in a shy manner, and shot back, “Don’t YOU get any ideas.” 

“Shut up and go to bed.” I responded as we both continued to laugh. 

We got settled and he turned off the lamp on his side. Lying in bed with him in the dark was not a good idea. I could almost feel the electricity in the air. I could feel his warmth radiating over to me. I didn’t think I was ever going to fall asleep, but eventually I did.  

I awoke the next morning to the feeling of a slight throbbing in my head, I most certainly had a hangover. It took me a moment to realize where I was and who was currently laying across me. At some point in the night, Dieter and I had migrated toward the middle of the bed. I was laying on my back and he was laying in the crook of my arm on his side, with his face buried in my neck. My hair was partially covering his face. He had one of his legs thrown across mine and his hand had found its way under my t-shirt and was resting on my bare stomach. Fuck. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. 

I laid there for several minutes trying to figure a way out of this situation that wouldn’t make it weird. To make things worse, he kept nuzzling his face further into my neck and hugging me tighter. A part of me wanted to wake him up and take things further, but I knew that was a terrible idea and I really needed to stop thinking like that. 

I finally bit the bullet and tried to slide out from under him. He groaned and tightened his grip. I put my hand on his head, giving him a small scratch, and told him I was getting up to make breakfast. He groaned again but let me slide out from under him. I wasn’t sure if he even knew what was going on. He seemed out of it.

I made my way to his kitchen and started pulling out ingredients for an omelet and took a few minutes to figure out how to work his ridiculously complicated coffee maker. I pulled my hair back in a twisty knot to keep it out of my face while I worked. As I was cooking the bacon, I heard the front door open. I turned around, confused, and found Anna walking around the corner. She froze when she saw me in the kitchen, cooking, in Dieter’s shirt with no pants. I’m sure that looked great.

“Oh, Anna, hi. Ummm, would you like some breakfast?” I offered with what I can only describe as a grimace on my face. That a way to make it awkward, Talia.

“Umm no. I don’t eat that stuff. I’m vegan, but thanks. Where’s Dieter?”

“I think he’s still in bed.” 

“Oh, well I was going to see if he wanted to go out to breakfast and catch up, but I can see that’s probably a no.” 

I smiled nervously. I wasn’t really sure how to handle this. Luckily, Dieter chose that moment to come stumbling into the kitchen, still half asleep, in nothing but his shorts. This was the first time I was getting the full view of his topless form in the light of day and Christ he looked more amazing than he did last time I saw him like this. I tried not to stare, but it was hard.

“Oh, there you are.” Anna said, rather sarcastically. 

“I came by to see if you wanted to grab breakfast, but obviously you’re covered. So, I’ll just let you two get back to it.”

“You can stay and eat with us if you want,” he offered. 

“You know I don’t eat that shit. Call me when you finally have a free minute to yourself, please.”

She gave a flippant wave as she walked toward the front door. As soon as the door closed, he leaned across the island, propping his head on his hand.

“Remind me to move the hidden key so she can’t walk in like that anymore, please. I don’t like that.”  

“I don’t think she’s a fan of me.”

“She’s not really a fan of anyone who isn’t ‘like us’. She thinks I’m lying to her about us dating and she’s also pretty damn salty that I haven’t been at her beck and call here lately. She doesn’t get the whole self-improvement thing. I’m just supposed to be fine as I was. So, don’t take it personally. It’s just her and her need to control everything.”

“She thinks we’re dating?”

“Yes, because I’ve been spending so much time with you and Lauren. It’s the only plausible explanation in her mind. Of course, I’m sure finding you here this morning isn’t gonna help that any.”

“Oh well. That sounds like a personal problem she needs to deal with,” I said with a shrug. 

“Says you. I’m the one having to deal with the fallout. I hate to just cut her off because we’ve been friends since we were teenagers. Hopefully, she’ll eventually come around and learn to be more supportive of my choices.” 

“Fair point. Maybe she will.” I gave him a small smile and went back to making the omelets. It really was unfortunate that he didn’t have more supportive friends. I could see why he would distance himself and seek support elsewhere.

He pulled himself up to sit on the counter next to the stove, watching me work. Occasionally biting his lip. Of course, he would put himself right in my line of sight without a shirt on. It was taking everything I had in me to not stare at his bare arms or chest. Add the lip biting to that and I just wanted to melt into a puddle. I felt like he knew it too.

After we ate, he started on the dishes while I put away the leftovers and all the ingredients that I had pulled out. He kept moving around me to grab things that needed washing. As he did so, I noticed that he was purposefully brushing against me in some way. Once I realized what he was doing, I turned my head and gave him an admonishing look. He responded with a big grin.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Seriously? You know why.” I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling, which caught his attention. I watched his eyes drop to my lips briefly. I inhaled sharply and turned away from him. Fuck. I knew last night was going to make things weird. I needed to reign it in. I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had built thus far. 

Once I finished, I went to change back into my clothes. He got dressed soon after so he could take me home. I felt like we probably needed some space today, so when he asked me what my plans were for the day, I lied. I told him I needed to do something to prepare for a meeting on Monday. He shook his head, then inhaled deeply. He had an odd look on his face, but I let it go. He pulled into the driveway and eyed me with a serious look as I gathered my things. He leaned over and gave me a small kiss on the cheek, like he always did when telling me bye. Both of us lingered a second longer than we should have. I pulled away and smiled tightly at him. 

“Call me later, yeah?” 

He nodded and gave a half smile in return, but he wouldn’t look at me. I let myself out of the car and headed inside. I dropped my things on the floor and immediately sunk down onto the large, overstuffed sectional. I wasn’t really sure what just happened, but the sparks were definitely still there between us. Emotionally, I was currently in a much better place than I had been, mostly because of him, but I still wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. I wasn't sure that he was either. I decided to push everything out of mind and pretend it didn’t happen. Maybe I was reading into things too much.

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[nonclassyparty]

september 26th, 2014 (j.yh)

summary: excerpts of your youth through jeong yunho’s eyes

notes; part of the ‘when sorry seems to be the hardest word’ drabble series. there is no updating schedule for it, they will be posted at random times. the drabbles aren’t released in chronological order but they will be organized chronologically in the masterlist.

tw: bullying

“good morning, yunho!” he hears your voice from behind him, way too chirpy for a wednesday morning.

yunho only manages to catch a glimpse of you running after him, until you’re both walking side by side. you’re breathing heavily, the straps of your backpack falling off of one shoulder so you re-adjust them.

“hey.” he responds back tiredly, eyes still barely open.

you and yunho attended the same high school now. 

despite knowing each other since you were kids with being neighbours and what not, you went to a different middle school than him and now, you were both together. you were even placed in the same class.

it didn’t really mean much to yunho, if he was honest. if anything it was a burden.

his mom always pestered him how he should take care of you because you were a couple of months younger and ‘seemed fragile’ or something and it was annoying. yunho could barely take care of himself.

“did you do the homework mr. park gave us?” you ask, cheeks slightly red from the morning cold. 

yunho stops in his tracks as a tired groan leaves him.

“the fucking homework.” he whines, he didn’t do the homework of course but in yunho’s defense -  high school really was much harder than middle school.

he already made it to the basketball team and the classes were harder, not to mention how the students from the year above were already scaring him with their horror stories of some teachers.

he forgot about the fucking homework.

your giggle interrupts his self-pity party as you stop by him and open your backpack, pulling out a notebook which you hand to him.

“here.” you say with ease and yunho takes the notebook in confusion, “you can copy mine.”

“oh,” he glances at the notebook awkwardly before giving you a small smile, “thanks, y/n.”

“no problem.” you shrug and you both continue down the street.

once you enter the courtyard, you both part ways. yunho doesn’t really pay attention to where you’re headed but he assumes that it’s the classroom. meanwhile, he joins his new friends under the oak tree so he can copy down the answers from your notebook while sitting on the bench.

he notices that your handwriting is kind of ugly but the homework itself is meticulous and diligently done.

the three boys that he has somewhat gotten close to over the past couple of weeks also copy down the answers.

yunho wouldn’t exactly call them his friends just yet, nobody still had any real friends in freshman year but they were good enough to him.

when he enters the classroom five minutes before the first class is about to start, you are already sitting in your assigned seat by the window. yunho thinks how lucky you are, he would’ve wanted to sit by the window. the radiators are there as well so it’s the warmest spot.

instead, he’s stuck in the middle row at the far back because he’s taller than most of his classmates.

he walks over to you, gently placing the notebook on the desk in front of you.

“here, thanks again.” he says quietly and you just give him another smile as you take out your purple pencil case.

“any time, yunho.”

when yunho walks back to his seat, jongdae, the boy who sits with him, turns to him.

“do you know her?” jongdae asks, motioning to you and yunho looks at him confused before nodding.

“yeah, she lives close by to my place.” ‘close by’ isn’t the right word. you’re across the street, the closest house to his own but it feels somewhat weird to say you’re neighbours because it could possibly imply that you two were close.

and by the way jongdae is looking at him - yunho concludes that wouldn’t be a good thing.

“probably shouldn’t get too caught up with her.” his seatmate says with pursued lips before jutting his chin out in your direction again, “look at her shoes.”

yunho stares at him for a second longer before his eyes fall to your white sneakers.

he doesn’t really see what’s wrong with them. they’re just sneakers, a little bit scuffed up but not torn or anything. obviously old and looking like they were worn.

yunho never paid attention to what other people wore unless it was out of slight envy because he wanted a certain hoodie or backpack that somebody else had.

his mom bought him new sneakers just before he started high school because that’s what she always did. she bought him new shoes before every school year.

he didn’t get the big deal so he just turned to look at jongdae in silence again.

“she’ll become an easy target.” jongdae explains. “her pencil case is old and her bag has patches. she’s obviously poor.”

that was sort of true. it was a known fact in yunho’s neighbourhood that your family wasn’t that well off. your dad was a construction worker and your mom cleaned houses.

your house was the smallest and also oldest one on the street.

but your parents were good people who made an honest living, that’s what yunho’s mom always said when she handed him jars of jam she made with yunho’s grandmother over the weekend or if she had fresh vegetables plucked out from their big garden behind the house so yunho could take them across the street and give them to you.

he didn’t understand why not having money would immediately make you not as good as everyone else. especially as a high schooler. did any of his classmates actually have money of their own? wasn’t it their parents’ money? 

but yunho always thought jongdae was cool.

he gave yunho gum and said yunho’s sweatshirt was nice. he was handsome and also on the basketball team and he was friends with everybody. jongdae definitely seemed like the type of person high school would be a blast to. 

“oh.” is the only thing yunho says.

he has no idea what jongdae meant by ‘easy target’. easy target for who?

all of his classmates were nice enough for now, granted it was only three weeks of the gruesome four years to come but he didn’t think any of his classmates were bullies. they didn’t seem like the type to do anything to purposely harm anyone.

“i’m sure she’s a nice girl but i’m just looking out for you man.” jongdae continues, “don’t want anyone to be messing with you because they’ll definitely be messing with her.”

yunho wonders if jongdae would be the type to mess with you for a couple of laughs. he can’t tell just yet because jongdae really did seem like a nice guy. normal. not malicious at all. he even had dimples.

“right.” yunho responds back, his brows furrowing in thought as he turns to face the blackboard.

he feels like he should say more. maybe defend you a little bit. maybe tell jongdae that he didn’t have a problem copying your homework so why was it a problem to be seen talking to you.

but yunho, as he often does, just keeps quiet.

what would even be the point of saying anything when he really thinks about it. you were all kids. kids can’t do any real harm besides being little teenage assholes. and on top of that, you were in school! it’s safe here. surely, nothing bad will happen to you. 

it was only high school after all.

[takavasen]

NIGHT VALE SHITPOST TIME!!!!!

GOOGLE TRANSLATED WTNV EPISODE!!!

I put the transcript of the first episode of Welcome to Night Vale to google translate and translated it to 16 random languages and back to English, the result is under the cut

As we pass by we see magnificent scenery in the valley, sun, beautiful moon and mysterious sleeping light. Welcome to the valley of the night.

Hello listeners. First of all, I want you to read this short article. City Hall has announced the opening of a new dog park at Earl and Somerset streets near Ralph. Please note that dogs are not allowed in the dog park. There is no one in the zoo. You can see a picture of him wearing a t-shirt instead of a cat. Do not approach them. Don’t go to the dog park. Hedging is optional and risky. There are no swarms of dogs, especially in the second enclosed room. A dog park won’t hurt you.

And now it’s popular. An angel appeared to old Josie near the park. It is said to be 10 feet long and shiny, one black. He said it would help the family. One had changed the lights, the other is standing on the porch. He offers an old light bulb with an angel (a dark angel, if that makes sense) for sale. Contact Lazken Jozi if interested. Located close to parking.

Today there are new people in town. WHO? Why is your hair so perfect and beautiful? What do you want from us? Why did you choose a shirt? He called himself a scientist. In fact, everyone has learned this at some point in their lives. ok now what? why are you here So what does he do with lights and lights in a rented lab and Big Rico pizza? Nobody does fries like Big Rico. It’s not like that.

A little reminder to all parents. Talk about safety when you take your kids outside to play in the sun. You need to drink plenty of water, make sure there are trees in the shade, and pay attention to the color of the helicopter.

Masked helicopter flying in the dark? Maybe the World Cup was not the place for the day. Black is the sheriff's undercover cop who keeps your kids safe and rarely picks them up. Or beautiful paintings of birds of prey? No one knows what these helicopters are or why they are needed.

Don’t give up. Go back to your house and lock the door so the secret police can put a stick on your front door as a sign of distress. Deafening sounds. Remember: Gatorade is a must, give your kids water and maybe an orange while they play.

However, the disappearance of a commercial airliner from the air today during a football drill in the Knights Vale Primary School gym, makes the drill much more dangerous. The plane re-entered the small apartment complex and disappeared completely, this time not touching any toys or buildings.

How this will affect the software is still unknown. Whether it is a mountain lion depends on competitors like the desert lion. Desert Bluffs tries to show us nice clothes before the scavenger hunt begins, and we hit the gym and stop working out for a few minutes. Cheating in the desert is very bad. Shame on you.

New scientist Carlos is summoned to a meeting in the town. It had jaws and teeth square like a war corpse. We are perfect hair and we both hate and love imperfect hair. Josie's grandmother made a delicious soup. The angel said that he had bought his life to serve God, and he could no longer buy it.

… Carlos told us that we were a very interesting company in the United States and that I was here to find out what was going on. She smiled and everything was perfect and he loved her. A government agent returns to the ministry from a secret but dangerous ceremony. I'm afraid of Charles. I am afraid of the desert at night. Human fear is deficient in what it knows, but does not know, but does not know;

We have news this morning. The Knights Vale Chamber of Commerce is pleased to announce the restoration of the Knights Valley Waterfront fence and marina. I recently stayed in their guest house and I can say it is very good and upscale. The dock is designed with environmentally friendly materials after long use. Many pedestrianized streets are ready to be

transformed into public markets filled with local vendors and vendors.

Some people are now afraid that the sea is not real because we are in the middle. This is incorrect, and I agree with that. For example, nowadays you see grass and rocks on the road. The consortium didn’t give me a definitive answer to this question, but said the new station would greatly improve Night Valley. Maybe wait until it's all over and try to head to the crowded beach.

Local NRA chapters are selling flyers as part of the fundraising week. They sent someone to camp to remind us, and we’re here to help the community, so I want to tell you everything. The sticker, made from durable vinyl, reads: “Guns don’t kill, guns don’t kill. We're not all indexed, which is a miracle." She stands at the front door and shouts "NRA" to interview someone.

Carlos and his research team discovered that one of the homes behind the new Desert Creek Elementary School building was indeed missing. "South," Carlos glossed with his hair. "When you look at it, it's still there, and it's between those two houses, so it feels like it's not there."

However, they said some tests needed to be done and he was not home. At a press conference, investigators gathered on the sidewalk in front of an empty house. Stand up and knock each other's courage.

A public protest was held at the Bali post office yesterday. The postman said he did not recognize it, but a passerby described the sound as "soulful black magic."

Indian Tracker - I don't know if you've seen this guy. The man appears to be of Slavic origin, but wears an Indian pantomime badge and claims to be able to read street signs. He introduced himself and promised to find the truth. No one can answer why it's hard to take Cnm seriously.

You can see the lights in the sky above Arby. This is not an Arby's brand. Something deep and far away. We know the difference. We got into their game. We know Team Arbi is at the top. Citizens of another country. The future of women and men has arrived. It's about 100 feet above Arby's.

Carlos and his researchers at the monitoring station off Highway 800 say their seismography shows strong shaking, meaning the ground must have moved with each drop. I don't know about you, but the Earth is still like a ball of ice floating in an endless storm.

Carlos said both screens have been tested and are in good condition. And there seems to be a terrible earthquake no one has ever heard of in Nightvale. Then you apply for insurance. Check out what we have here.

Aeneas tempor, mi a ultricies. Police are now warning of so-called road ghosts - vehicles that appear from afar and move at unexpected speeds, causing people to lose track of where they are going. We would like to remind you that you should not base your speed on this data base and should not take it into account when adjusting traffic flow.

However, a more precise skylight speed regulation is recommended, as all the facilities or companies responsible for emissions seem to be paying attention and listening to the drivers.

The time is now.

Welcome to the audience.

Carlos and his research team reported an unusual sunset today. I'm pretty sure it was ten minutes after several hours of watching. I asked if they had an account and of course they didn’t. Most of them are sitting opposite each other on the field complaining and hugging each other 24 hours a day.

But we have a full day to be thankful for. It's easy to forget it's so hot in the desert, but without the sun it's hard for us. It’s a time after sunrise, anytime of the day, when warmth, light, and yes, plenty of warmth is felt in our fragmented society.

The whole city wants to be reminded about heaven and the angelic kingdom. The caveat is that you don't need to know anything about it. The position of the heavens and the chart order of the angels are the right of the government to know, and should only be known to the members of the government when necessary.

Do not talk to or thank the angels you encounter while shopping at Ralph's or Desert Flower Bowling Alley. They just lie, they don’t lie. All the angels gathered around the town hall for the memorial service.

Now a short announcement. It’s called the Korma. Could they kill your child? So.

That said, he's long believed that the best way to die is to be eaten by a giant snake. The first leg and every leg is a sticky stick that makes your life more consistent.

When he arrived at Desert Flowers Bowling and Arcade, owner Teddy Williams said Bowling Refer No. He said he found the entrance to the underground city at 1.5 a.m. He says he hasn't made it yet, just look at the amazing castle and the wide streets. It also echoes the sounds of a distant underground city.

When the bullets suddenly strike, the door seems to be found, and it crashes into the city and into a large cave. So you know they live in town, now they know about us and we will hear from them soon.

Carlos, in fine and handsome body, visited our students last chapter, but declined to be interviewed. He carried several transparent boxes filled with wires and tubes. He said he would try these. I don't know what it means, but this box whistled and rattled. When he has the microphone close, the bird seems to wake up.

He was really angry. I could see Carlos panicking. I’ve never seen such a tight knee. Then he ran away. We are told to leave the building, but who is here to talk to you?

Get ready for another great night at Goodbye. I hope everyone slept with someone or made good memories. Hello listeners. Good day.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

All Of Me {Part 12 of 13}

Pairing: Robby Keene X Reader

Chapter word count: 2 K

Summary: Being the new girl in the Valley wasn't as bad as you expected, and you were finding your place when the dynamite you were living into exploded. You were kicked out of your house by your stepfather with nothing but a backpack with a few pieces of clothing. There was nowhere to go, and you were preparing yourself to spend the night in the streets when a guy finds you. After being invited to crash at his place, you didn't know the war you were walking into. A war you became determined to end.

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You're chilling in the pool, paying attention to the kids. Best friends, Tommy's mother said, the redhead boy. He and Luke were born two weeks apart, and have been inseparable since then, almost five years ago. They're very good kids, polite and curious, and many times you've seen them around, asking the most random questions. The first question they had for you was: 'If you could have any animal as a pet, any animal in the world, it doesn't matter how big or small, which one would you have?' You had your answer at the tip of your tongue, a kangaroo. Both boys laughed, you invited them for a snack and offered sandwiches, but they had you baking cookies instead.

You really like them, and, sometimes when you're interacting with the boys, Robby stays at a distance, looking with a smile on his lips. But every time you ask, he says it's nothing.

But right now, as you watch the boys playing in the pool splashing water everywhere, your mind is far away. The Tournament is coming, three weeks away. Cobra Kai has intensified the training and all odds are in their favor.

And the Senseis - who got pretty surprised when you and Robby moved out, to the point of coming all the way here to check your new place -, didn't ask if you were going to compete. It was an implicit order, for everything they had done for you. And, because of your marvelous plan, you couldn't say no. But you don't want to compete, you're not ready, Robby said that himself in one of your many private karate lessons. You're not good enough. Could you beat up anyone in the streets? Yes. Could you beat up half the dojo? Yes. But in a competition, against the best? Not yet. And you don't need the embarrassment.

So that brings you to the idea you woke up with. The only thing that would keep you from competing is an injury bad enough not to let you fight.

Robby would be so pissed if he knew what you're considering...

But it's decided, and, saying goodbye to the boys and Bevvie, Tommy's mom, you go back to your apartment to wash and change. It's almost time.

Half an hour later you're at the now empty kitchenette behind the dojo. Tory also has the keys, so she's already there when you go in through the back door. She sighs when she sees you because despite getting used to you, she isn't really excited about your existence.

“So? Can you make this quick? I have to go back to my job, my break will be over in fifteen minutes.” She says, crossing her arms.

You wondered how to go over this. Telling her the truth is dangerous, you're not sure where she stands. But coming up with something stupid wouldn't be enough either. And picking up a fight with her would end up with Robby involved, and you don't want the mess.

But you got the perfect way to do this. “The Tournament is in three weeks. The Senseis want me there, but let's face it, they'll clean the floor with my face.” The choice of words worked because Tori chuckles.

“That's true. You're not even close to standing a chance.”

“I know. And I really don't want to make a fool of myself, and much less disappoint the Senseis. Next year I'll be ready, but this time, I need you to help me.”

Tori narrows her eyes. “How?”

“Break my wrist.” You simply say, and to your surprise, she looks surprised. “If you do it right, it'll take at least six weeks to heal, maybe more. And there'll be no way for me to compete.”

She steps closer, eyebrows pinched together. “So you can go and tell your boyfriend I did it?”

You shake your head. “He thinks I came to the gym. And an accident happened.” You won't lie to him. Well, you will, but just for a while. He'll understand... Even if he gets really pissed. “I came to you because I know you don't really like me. And that makes you the perfect person to ask for a favor like this. But if you can't help me, I'll find someone else.”

“Oh no, I'll help you.” Tori tilts her head to the side, to where the gym is. “I could cause some damage, but if you want it bad, we'll have to get creative.”

“Lead the way.” You mutter, ignoring the fear that builds up in your stomach.

•••

The cast is in place when Robby gets to the hospital room, his eyes immediately finding you. “Jesus, (Y/N). What happened?” His attention falls to your left wrist - the one you chose because you don't want to go 6 weeks without being able to write - after he checks your face for other injuries.

“Can we talk about this at home? He said I can go.” You gesture at the doctor, signing some papers.

“Take the painkillers twice a day, and use the cast cover we gave you when you shower. And, if possible, try not to get into any pools. But if you do, use the cover.”

“C'mon,” Robby says, helping you get up even though your legs are perfectly fine. “Can you hold on to me with your arm like that?”

“Yup.” It comes out as a mumble because this thing hurts. You didn't know how much.

And you certainly weren't expecting to yell when Tori did it. But she did it right, that's what matters, the X-ray proved it. Seven weeks until you can remove the cast. Seven long weeks... More than enough to get you out of the Tournament.

So you're relieved, but also tense when you get home. Because the moment you sit on the couch, Robby stands before you, arms crossed. “It was not an accident, was it?” He asks, and of course, you couldn't keep the act with him. He knows you too well.

You take a deep breath. “You know I don't want to compete. And the Senseis would never let me-”

“Who did it?” He cuts you off because he knows about the situation very well. “Because you couldn't have done it on your own.”

“Promise me you won't do anything. They only helped me because I asked and because you'd never help me with that.”

He sighs. “Help you break your wrist? Of course I wouldn't help, I'm not crazy. Who, (Y/N)?”

“Do you promise?”

“Fine.”

“Pinky promise?”

“(Y/N).” Robby sits down next to you, a serious expression on his face. “Tell me. You're a grown woman, and even though this particular decision was absolutely awful... I'm forced to respect that.” It makes you laugh, at that, and at the eye roll. “Just please, don't get yourself hurt anymore. Never again.”

Biting your lip, you nod. “Tori.”

“I knew it.”

“Yeah, I knew she'd help me with that. She was even... Nice. She walked me to the hospital and everything.”

“Now, you promise me. No more hurting yourself like that. And believe me, I'm mad at you.”

“I'm sorry, I know you are... I just... I don't want to look like an idiot in front of all those people, and I need to keep my eyes on Silver and Kreese and we have the plan-”

“I get it, I get it.” He sighs. “Just don't do anything like that again.”

“I won't.” You say, pulling him into a kiss. “I promise. But now... We have things to do. Like telling Kreese and Silver I won't be competing.”

“We both have a day off today, so let's chill, organize your painkiller's schedule, and maybe watch something?”

“Deal with this tomorrow?”

“Deal with this tomorrow.” He says, and gets up, reaching out his hand. “Now, you need a shower, you smell like a hospital.”

Rolling your eyes, you take his hand and get up. “I have no idea why.”

•••

The day off goes on nicely. And you don't take too long to find how much you used the left arm. Robby had to help you around a bit, and you dropped a bow full of popcorn all over the kitchen floor. Robby laughed so hard his face went red, but then, you sat on the table as he swept the floor.

Around five in the afternoon, when you're completely ignoring the movie and watching these two women arguing by the pool, Robby's phone and yours beep at the same time. A text from LaRusso.

“Well... Judging by the little smiley face in the end... It can't be anything bad, right?” You say, getting up.

“Hopefully,” Robby says, putting the phone in his pocket and getting to his feet as well. “Let's go.”

Soon after you hit the road on his bike, holding the best you can with one arm. But Robby goes slower, going easy on the curves. Twenty minutes later you're at his car dealership. It's night, so all the lights are on and there's nobody in there.

“Robby. (Y/N).” LaRusso says when you get inside, both he and his wife get up from the couch near the reception desk. “Robby, you come with me. (Y/N), you go with Amanda.”

Exchanging a glance with Robby, you both shrug your shoulders before going separated ways.

Amanda LaRusso guides you to the offices' area as you see her husband taking Robby to the back. “I know you're all smiles and stuff, but really, can't you just tell me what's going on? I'm a bit anxious about the Tournament and I don't think I can deal with surprises until everything is done.”

“Not even good surprises?” Mrs. LaRusso says as she opens the door to Sam's office. And the girl herself is inside, behind the desk. A new desk you notice, twice the size of the old one.

“You passing the business on to Sam already?” You ask, judging by your friend's smile. “You and your husband are still young but yeah, I guess a super early retirement must be cool.”

Amanda giggles. “No, we're not thinking of retiring just yet. But if you want to end the surprise so soon, why don't you go read the name of that plate over there?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at Sam, who points at the desk space to her right. There's another chair, another computer, and pretty much everything she has on her side. Without ceremony, you walk over to the desk, taking the plate - that has its back to you - and turning it around, eyes quick to read through.

There's a breath caught in your throat, and for a moment you think they're joking. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Administrative Assistant...?” It comes out a question.

“Yep,” Sam says.

You don't know what to say, so you just stand there, looking at the plate with your name on it, and then at Sam, and then at her mother. “I... I've been looking for a job for so long, I... I don't even know what to say.”

“You don't have to say anything, dear.” Amanda comes to stand next to you, an arm around your shoulders. “I see potential in you, and I know how hard you've been trying.” At that, Sam nods. So she has been behind this as well. “You'll work here part-time until school is over, and then you'll have a place with us for as long as you need.”

“And if you like it, there are plenty of business courses and programs. We could do them together, maybe even go to business school here in the Valley.”

“Or you can go and do anything else you like,” Amanda says, squeezing your shoulders lightly. “I'm not trying to bind you to us forever, I'm just giving you something solid to start your life with.”

There are tears in your eyes, and then you turn and hug Amanda, a low gasp escaping your lips. “Thank you so much. So, so much. I'll give my best, I promise.” Letting go of her, you run around the desk to hug Sam, your deskmate, and you both give a little girly jump before hugging each other.

After you thank them both half a dozen times, you walk back to the hall, where Robby is chatting excitedly with LaRusso. When he sees you, his lips break into a bright smile, the most beautiful smile you've ever seen. You know what happened, so you just run and jump into his arms.

Later that night, you decide to celebrate. And what better way than to spend some good money when there will be more coming, and this time, regularly? LaRusso gave Robby an assistant managing job in the car repair area, something he really likes. So ordering from one of the best restaurants is the perfect way to end the night.

You both fall asleep on the couch, TV left on. When morning comes, it's Saturday, so you just move into a comfortable position and drift off into sleep again.

There are still things to worry about, there are still two very evil people to take down for good. But for today, just for today, you won't think about it. You'll leave the fight for tomorrow.

@eddiemunsonsbattoo @craftytrashprincess

[conflictandscotchblog]

Wait! What? Who Are You?

You never know who you are going to run into on any given day (or night), or how that run in will turn out.

For this particular interaction, file it under, ‘It’s a Small World’.

On Wednesday nights, I play trivia (more like Family Feud) with some friends at a bar in Whitehouse Station, New Jersey.

We normally have four players (three men and a woman), but on this particular Wednesday we ended up with a fifth wheel. It was a woman we didn’t know, but was a friend of a friend, and needed a team to join since her team left mid-game (not sure why they did, but they did).

So that’s how this random woman ended up on our team. After a few rounds of questions, she introduced herself, and started a conversation with the only other woman on the team (our Captain).

I didn’t pay attention to their conversation, but my ears perked up when I heard the new woman say ‘the Ukrainian Church’.

Now, I’m not Ukrainian, but I do know of one Ukrainian Church. It was a church whose cemetery ran just the other side of the backyard fence of the house Arlene (future ex-wife) and I lived in where we raised our kids when we were married.

Then, she had my full attention when she named that exact street.

I literally spun around, “What did you just say?”

She repeated the name of the street.

I asked her the address and, although she looked confused by my insistents, she told me.

Now I was truly dumbfounded when I realized we had been neighbors back in the nineties.

Well, neighbors, yes and no.

Yes, she grew up in the house of the address she mentioned, but her and her sister moved out before Arlene and I moved in next door. By then, it was just her mom and her mom’s boyfriend in that house.

However, her and her sister would visit from time to time, and that’s how I knew her back in the nineties.

I told this woman that her mom and her boyfriend were the nicest couple, and great to have as neighbors.

For example, when our daughter Amanda was born her mom, who worked at Johnson & Johnson, came over with diapers and dozens of products that any first time parents would gratefully accept.

While I explained to the rest of the trivia team why I was excited to meet this woman (again), she disappeared, only to reappear with cell phone in hand.

“It’s my mom,” and handed me her phone.

For the next five minutes I stood outside on the bar’s patio, and talked to a woman I hadn’t seen, or spoken to, in over twenty-five years.

If that’s not the definition of a small world, I don’t know what is.

[therianfoxcatcrow]

Little story for you guys

Casey ran away at 14. Her parents were abusive and were not good parents at all. When she ran away, nobody looked for her. Not her parents, not the police, nobody. Casey never told anyone and no one knew, because she lived a good life outside alone. She had her group of people who all ran away and helped each other. All the people in the group ranged from 13-19 years old. The older kids made money to help the younger kids who could not get jobs. These people called themselves ‘The Lost Ones’. The Lost Ones lived in the woods in the corner where nobody could find them. In the magic world of The Lost Soul Isle, it was hard to keep yourself hidden. This is because people could find you with magic. All the kids of The Lost Ones combined their magic to make a protection force in case someone found the group. Ava ran away at 13. Her parents forced her to be perfect and did not care about what she wanted. She was left-handed before her parents forced her to be right-handed to fit in with society. But Ava did not fit in with society. She could not sit still, focus, or pay attention. Her parents did not care what it took for her to get great grades. Late nights and coffee are the things that kept her getting straight A’s. After not being able to take it anymore, she attempted suicide. When she told her parents, they just shrugged it off. Running away was the best decision in her opinion, even with all the problems that came along with it. Her parents and the police trying to find her, hiding, and sneaking in to get more clothes and a little more money. Even though she was now 14, she had a job. As a babysitter of course. Her life was good and after running away, she started to enjoy school. At school, she started to try and be more social and make some friends because she never had any. Ava saw a girl that she thought she knew. Why she felt like she knew this girl was because when Ava was trying to find a spot to stay in the woods for the night, she saw her. The girl, Casey, saw her and ran to warn The Lost Ones that someone was in the woods. But back at school, Ava tried to get Casey’s attention. In class, Ava got caught staring at Casey multiple times. Whenever there were group projects, Ava would ask Casey. Casey always said yes. During the most recent group project, Casey asked Ava to come to the next track meet. Without thinking, Ava said yes. That is how she is now at the track meet, staring at the blue and purple monster girl with a third eye. As Ava was watching the meet, she saw that Casey was inching toward first place when a girl with a floating skull for a head pushed Casey. This sent her tumbling to the ground right before the finish line. As the other competitors crossed the finish line, Casey stared at the ground and tried to gather her broken breath. Immediately, Ava was running off the bleachers and toward Casey. Even though people tried to stop her, Ava got to Casey eventually. 

“Ava?” Casey said.

“It’s ok. I got you. I got you.” Ava said as she picked Casey up princess-style. As they walked to the nurse, Casey just looked at Ava with wide eyes, realizing how strong she was. After the nurse took care of Casey, Ava walked with her.

“I’m fine,” Casey said.

“I know, but I want to get you home nice and safe ok?” Ava said.

“That might be interesting where we’re going...” As they were walking down the cobblestone street, Ava started to speak.

“Hey, random question, but do you hang out in the woods often?”

“Uhh yes, why?” Casey started to get nervous.

“Because I saw you there one day,” Ava said as she kicked a small stone off the street

“Oh! Um yeah, I hang out there often with my friends. Anyway...” Casey seemed to not want to talk about the topic.

“So, where is your house anyway? Oh shoot, hide me! quick!” Ava said surprised.

“What?! What is it?” Casey said quickly as she looked around frantically.

“The police. We need to find a place to hide.” Ava said as she looked at what the policeman was holding. It was a missing kid's paper with her name and face on it. Ava’s tail went in between her legs. Casey could tell that Ava was telling the truth and was very scared. Both of the girls ducked into a bathroom

“Why are the police after you?” Casey asked with a confused look.

“Um, I’m kind of a missing kid. Surprise” Ava said while doing jazz hands. Casey’s eyes went wide.

“Follow me. Quick!” Casey said unexpectedly while pulling Ava’s hand. They started to run to the woods. The police did not see them, so it was easy to get away. Once they got to the woods, Casey let go of Ava’s hand.

“Sorry.” They both said at the same time.

“So where are we?” Ava asked.

“Hey Case!” Said a deep voice

“Hey Mark!” Replied Casey. “This is Ava. She’s also a runaway like us. Can she stay? Please?”

“Yeah, she can stay. We take in anyone who needs help. Welcome! Guys, what do we say?” Mark said with one eyebrow raised.

“Welcome to The Lost Ones, Ava!” Said everyone in the group. Ava started to talk with the other kids to get to know them and tell stories. This left Mike and Casey alone.“So, you got a girlfriend I see,” Mike said. Casey just stood there and blushed.

[ohmydamgods]

My heart aches for Annabeth. There’s just so much that she’s gone through only for her trauma to be pushed to the side. The fact that her father tried to reject her as an infant and then never truly attempted to connect with her, but then started a new family right in front of her is just crushing. I wonder how many times Annabeth witnessed her father putting aside his work and his “priorities” to play with the same half-brothers she was told not to talk to. Wasn’t she a priority? Wasnt she important enough for her father to put work aside for? Or was that a privilege reserved for her half-brothers. She was continually ignored in her own home so her father could focus on his work and new family. One that he actually wanted. And the way that she was treated hurt so bad that it drove a seven year old to pack up her things and run away.

Then she was on the streets. Constantly running and looking over her shoulder with only a hammer to defend herself. Not to mention the hammer would barely work against the monsters chasing her considering it wasn’t made out of celestial bronze. Once she met Luke, Thalia, and Grover she was only happy for a short time. Thalia was killed. Protecting her. How often did her step-mother tell Annabeth that she would only put the people she supposedly loved in danger? Guess she was right.

Once at Camp, all she does is train. Day in and day out, she’s training. Learning how to better use her dagger, studying Ancient Greece, learning the myths. Anything that could get her a quest. Because maybe she couldn’t get her dad’s attention, but if she worked hard enough, she could get her mom’s. But that never came either. The only person who ever payed attention to her was Luke. And it hurt so much when he got his quest because not only did Annabeth not get hers, but Luke was leaving her. And there was the possibility that he would die out there. When he came back, something was...off and for once in her life, Annabeth couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Then Percy arrived, and some random kid with no training whatsoever gets picked for a quest over her. But she just has to suck it up.

Annabeth completes the quest with Percy and proves herself but then finds out the only family she had betrayed and abandoned her. As time goes by Luke manipulates and torments her again and again by fighting with her, forcing her to hold up the sky, and showing up at her house to convince her to run away with him. Eventually, she had become super close with Percy, but the prophecy she heard when she was younger never leaves the back of her mind. Suddenly, the Titan War is just around the corner and Percy doesn’t even want to be around her. He’s out in the Caribbean with some mortal while Annabeth is preparing to say goodbye to both Percy and Luke. Who are probably the only people who ever actually cared about Annabeth. Then the Titan War is finally here and not only is she stabbed, but she witnesses Luke kill himself and has to respond to him asking if she loved him because it’s their final moments together even though she’s a child. When it’s all over she thinks that she could just relax and spend time with her new boyfriend, but even that falls through.

Then, the only person who she feels comfortable and loved around is gone for months and then won’t stay in place once she finally locates him. After she does find him, she won’t get any alone time with him because she’s on a quest for gods who do not and will never care about her in the slightest. Next, her mother sends her on a suicide mission all by herself, and even though she completes her quest, she’ll never be enough for Athena. Then she falls in Tartarus?? And drags Percy down with her. Can you imagine the guilt she has to carry knowing that the person she cares about the most is there because of her?

Now things have slowed down, and she’s managed to save the world and she can finally spend some time with her boyfriend in college. But she will never live a normal life. She’s bound to have PTSD and while therapy would help, there are constant reminders of what she’s gone through everywhere. She never had a childhood or got to experience “normal things” like sleepovers and going to parties. She was constantly abandoned and discarded and that’s not something that will ever leave you. She deserved so much better

[adonis-koo]

Star Struck

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut, 

Word Count: 13k

Tags: tentacle sex im sorry, foreplay, oral (f) but not?? jungkook is technically a virgin by human standards ayyy, penetration, nipple play, over stimulation, double penetration, squirting, sub!jungkook, breath play, spit kink, jungkook can make his own lube??, anal im so sorry, praise kink, they become soul mates on accident oops,

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You didn’t see nor understand what JK was talking about at first, he just fumbled along between alleyways and roads and nobody, or what little people were on the streets didn’t look at you twice given your friend was as tall and broad as he was. Perks of being with a man you guessed. You still didn’t know what he was actually talking about except for the assumption that he had found his...friends…?

Eventually JK had dragged you through a lot of fields which had made you increasingly anxious, what if a kidnapper was out here? True you wouldn’t mind him using his talon like tentacles then but still...You also didn’t want to go to jail for assisting a homicide...Standing in an empty field, at the dead of night, was not what you intended on doing on a friday night.

JK seemed excited though as he bounced, grabbing a hold of you, he pressed his thumb to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut on instinct from being so close to him suddenly but your brows pinched and an uncomfortable ache throbbed in your head before he released you. Rubbing your head you whined before you looked up again, only jumping with a screech at the...ship...in front of you...which was NOT there a moment ago. 

“Home!” JK announced proudly as he grabbed your hand, tugging you along against your will, was this really...his ship? Oh god what if he was abducting you...You didn’t have time to think as he ushered you inside. It looked small on the outside admittedly but on the inside it was all glossy and clean, a sleek futuristic look dawning the interior.

Futuristic, he was an alien, you weren’t shocked at the assessment but still. This must’ve been the hanger or...living area… or...hell if you knew ship terms, it looked like the dining room but you didn’t expect two others to appear. All of them speaking in that same throaty tongue as he ran to them, embracing them with pure excitement on his face before he pointed to you, a look of pride on his face as he cleared his voice, “Y/n.” He spoke clearly as if introducing you.

 You gave an awkward stiff wave before immediately dropping your arm, you were going to be extremely pissed if this was the LSD trip you thought you were having yesterday. You watched them all speak to one another before the one on the right nodded, saying something before gesturing JK off, who hurriedly ran off leaving you alone....with two aliens…

They both looked at you expectantly as you looked around, “Hi…” You offered an awkward smile, “You guys are terrifying…” Watching the one on the right grab a watering can to pour over a small...purple colored...tree? “You less so…” You turned to the other one, his eyes dark and piercing and wow…if you thought JK was hot you hadn’t even thought about what it would look like to seem someone attractive from his species, “You the most…” You wrapped your arms around yourself uncomfortably. 

“He’s just assessing you, Taehyung’s like that with anyone associated with our Jungkookie.” You nearly wheezed at the sound of the one on the right speaking full...English…he offered a dimpled smile as if anticipating that reaction, “Apologies. I’m Namjoon, I’m sure you’re extremely confused and scared with everything going on.” 

“...You could say that…” Your twisted somewhat painfully as you nodded rapidly, it was midnight and you were in a fucking spaceship, “Ummm, where did JK go…?” 

Namjoon as he called himself suddenly snorted, shaking his head as he sighed, “Told him he should’ve paid more attention in the academy,” He rolled his eyes, “Jungkook,” He emphasised the name, “That’s his full Earth name. He just forgot it because he never pays attention,” He offered a weak smile, “And he’s in the memoir chamber rememorizing English so he can actually speak to you. It’s handy for us Orionian’s in case a situation like this happens and we don’t know archaic languages like English.”

You didn’t understand a word of what he just said, “I’m sorry...I think I’m too dumb to talk to you, honestly…” You felt extremely stupid but much to your surprise Namjoon laughed in delight, as if endured by your words. 

“You humans are pretty humble huh,” He hummed as he continued watering the rest of his  plants, “Anyways, our ship crashed here on Earth on our way to the andromeda galaxy and Jungkook ended up falling out, it was an...extremely rocky crash…” His smile still weak as if a vague memory entered his mind, “You have our utmost thanks for taking him in when he was injured and housing him.” 

“It’s no problem, I would’ve done it for anyone.” You shifted a little, smiling a tiny bit despite still not feeling as comfortable as you wish you could be, it was just difficult to take in everything that was rapidly changing but your words still stood, you would have. Especially for...Jungkook...you lingered on the same, it sounded more fitting for the tall puppy like boy. 

“So what are your intentions with Jungkook?” You jumped at how deep the second voice was...Taehyung if you remembered correctly and he only looked about as hot as he was intimidating, “Why did you take him in if you knew his identity.” 

You flailed a little, intending to speak yet no words came out...you...you hadn’t really thought about it...at all honestly…”I...I ummm...well…” 

“Are you working for them?” Taehyung stepped towards you, his expression becoming cold as you feebly took a step back looking towards the ground and unsure of how to answer or if you’d even given him a satisfying answer. 

“Stop.” The new voice was raspy and low, not too terribly deep, but just enough to sound charming and rather rugged, Jungkook had appeared again only this time, immediately standing defensively in front of you, “She found me and even after finding out about me being an Orionian she didn’t report me to any Earth officials. I trust her, and you should too.” 

He...he could speak...perfect English now...What!? 

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed onto you, still distrustful but he laid off, “Right...and what is this about you bonding with her? I don’t think she’d be a good vessel.” 

Jungkook’s jaw twitched and you could see the glow of the crescents on his hand burning in red, “Well I’m not asking for your permission to bond with her.” He spat back, his brows furrowed and his lip twitching in anger, suddenly he didn’t look so cute and puppy like anymore, “And it’s not like we’re getting off Earth anytime soon with the ship in this state, so it’s best if we just resume the plan as originally intended.” 

“You think I’d choose a vessel as inferior as humans to have my offspring?” Taehyung’s face curled as if that was the biggest insult he had ever heard and yet you nearly choked at his words, vessel? Offspring? Uh what? 

“Stop fighting,” Namjoon sighed and much to your surprise both of the two boys quieted down, Jungkook still stood in front of you, shuffling a little closer as Namjoon sighed, “Jungkook is right…” He made a noise of victory as Taehyung’s mouth twitched in anger, the marks along his body burning a deep red that was just a little scary to watch from afar, “With the technology at hand here on Earth and with Arbitrators searching for us, it’s in our best interest to make the most of what we have here. Besides, Earth is unsuspecting and was one of our forerunner’s best creations. It’s not too far off irony to let them be the vessel of our offspring.” 

You stared up at Jungkook’s broad back in disbelief...this man was trying to impregnate you after a half a day of knowing you!? You weren’t sure plan B was prepared for this shit. Jungkook looked deeply satisfied at Taehyung’s reaction though before he turned to you, his expression soft and puppy-like as he smiled somewhat timidly before speaking as if he was a little giddy, “Hi…” 

You could’ve said anything in this moment, in which Jungkook looked like he had been excitedly waiting for, and yet your choice of words had been admittedly poor.

“You’re gonna have to bag another bitch, I don’t do kids! I...I did NOT sign up for this!” You immediately backed away from him like he was poison and you didn’t know how these fuckers procreated and at this point you weren’t sure you wanted to learn!

Jungkook’s lips parted and he looked a little hurt before he quickly approached you again, “I don’t expect you to want to carry my children yet….” 

“Yet!?” You shouted out making all three of them flinch a little, “I...I just let you stay at my place because you looked like you were dying in a ditch, and now! I’m in a spaceship, I can’t find the exit and you can suddenly speak English and you’re talking about kids!? This...nu-uh this is going way too fast. I...I really need to get home.” 

Jungkook’s lips trembled a little as he reached out for you, “I’ll take you back! Or-! Or you could stay here until the morning, you shouldn’t be out alone, Earth has proved to be unsafe at night.” He tenderly held your forearms as your expression awkwardly twisted. 

“Nothing worse could happen to me than what happened earlier tonight,” You shook your head rapidly as you sighed, “Just show me the exit, I’ll be fine, really. I’m happy for you! Seriously! I mean it looks like you’re reunited with your kin so there’s no reason for us to stay in contact and it’s been fun and out of this world- literally.” You laughed a little as you rambled, all three staring at you wide eyed, “But like, seriously I’ll keep this to myself and just hope it’s a really shitty drug trip like I originally thought it was…”

Jungkook sighed, lowering his head in defeat and his lips trembled a little in that sulky way it had been this morning as he went to the hatch where you both had come in, dialing a few buttons he waited a moment as he mumbled, “I just want to explain everything to you, I owe you that, at least…” 

You said nothing waiting for the door to open as he dialed a few other buttons, and a few more, and again...and again…”Um,” He cleared his throat a little, “Namjoon…? The door?” He asked, his eyes doe like as he stared at his companion who sighed, squeezing between you both as he also dialed a few numbers into the glowing pad. 

They both waited before Namjoon’s lips twisted into a sigh as if somehow expecting this to happen before he spoke, “Doors’ jammed...again…”

“This is fucking perfect.” Taehyung swore with a sigh, gritting his teeth as his eyes glared into you briefly, causing you to sheepishly back a little towards Jungkook, “I’m going back to my pod, I can’t deal with this.” He brooded before leaving as you looked between both aliens. 

“...Jammed? The door? As in…?” 

Jungkook’s lips twisted into a nervous smile, his marks glowing a light purple as he coughed, “Looks like we’ll have plenty of time to talk now…” Fuck! Why did things have to be this complicated, it could have been worse, but it was the same annoyance you had when Youtube played an unskippable ad, or when the lead in your pencil broke, a cookie falling onto the floor, that type of inconvenience.

Unshockingly Jungkook didn’t hold the same feeling as he spoke gently, “I can show you to my pod, it’ll be awhile before the door gets fixed…” He gave you an endearing apologetic smile. 

“...As long as you aren’t gonna try to knock me up then sure.” You stared at him in disdain, making him weakly smile as he stepped back up the metal stairs and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed he was actually happy you were stuck with no other choice but to stay. 

“Once you see her to your pod, a word please Jungkook...” Namjoon’s gaze was fixed on the door quizzically as if already trying to deduce what had made it jammed, he made no effort to look back at you both but you could tell it was probably important. 

Jungkook only nodded eagerly and kept your hand in his as he lead you down the small the hallway, lights flickering and while you were anything but an engineer or mechanic, it wasn’t hard to tell they had crash landed, Jungkook ignored the mess against the walls as he typed in something before a door slid open revealing what you assumed was his room, the door slid shut behind you making you jump a little as you investigated the space. It was a minimalistic room, a few trinkets laid around and a messy bed was against the wall.

“You can sleep if you want...I know you were tired when I woke you up…” Jungkook’s marks glowed a soft pink as he bashfully looked at the ground, scratching his cheek as if he didn’t know what to say, “I um...I should go speak to my brother.” 

Before you could even say anything Jungkook had already left looking somewhat sheepish, leaving you to curiously look around the room, it was spacious and in tones of deep brown and black, a few gadgets laying around on his nightstand as you tilted your head. 

His pod...so basically...a bedroom. You assumed as much as you couldn’t really make a distinct difference between the two. True you could’ve slept like he had suggested, you were exhausted but too wired to even think about sleeping at the moment due to how bizarre of circumstances you were in. You were in an alien’s bedroom, on a space ship...

You had took your time browsing around the room, curiously holding a few trinkets in an attempt to figure out what they were, time passed slowly and for a while, you began to wonder if this was just a set up for them to butt probe you like Jimin had original thought they would. Not that you would mind as much as him but- besides the point, the longer you were left with your thoughts, the more that piled up.

When the door abruptly opened you nearly jumped out of your skin, hurriedly setting down what looked like a portable flame thrower before whirling around, Jungkook looked a little timid as he smiled, “I’m sorry that took so long...Um...” He closed the door gently before he gestured, “Please, go ahead and rest, from my understanding...um...humans have a standard sleep cycle yes?” 

You didn’t fully understand what he was asking besides if you slept at night, rubbing your neck you did as he gestured, taking a seat on the bed before you jumped a little as it did not feel like a normal bed, “Uh I guess...? Why...why didn’t you just leave? You...didn’t have to wake me.” You mumbled, scooping your feet up as you laid down, shifting a little as you tried to get comfortable.

The bed felt almost like a marshmallow, something in between water and memory foam as the bed moved in slow, lapping waves as you attempted to get comfortable again with a pout tugging on your lips. 

Jungkook watched you with endearment before he laid on the bed next to you, “You have to stop moving, coranium matches the pattern of your body to keep everything aligned and slowly adjusts to the movement of your body throughout your sleep duration.” 

You rolled onto your side to look at him as you curled up a little, his marks still a light pink and his smile a little shy as he spoke, “To answer your question I mean...I feel like it should be obvious, I want to make my bond with you so it was natural I wanted to take you with me. I don’t know Earth well enough to confidently navigate it on my own without getting lost. I couldn’t risk leaving you and then being unable to find my way back. As well as I knew I’d be able to learn English fast in the memoir chamber, so then we’d be able to talk…” he smiled a bit timidly, his eyes fondly washing over your face as you awkwardly scooted a little away from him. 

His eyes downcasting a little at the gesture as he frowned, and once again, even despite speaking english now it didn’t help his case in looking like a kicked puppy, “Well...am I supposed to know what a memoir chamber is? And….bonding and...literally everything you guys have said thus far?” 

Jungkook rested his chin on his hands as he hummed, thinking about your words carefully before he spoke, “The memoir chamber is in most Orionian ships, it helps us adapt to the planet around us and depending on what region we’re in, the language. Our kind carry human DNA- or...moreso the other way around, so inherently we know all Earth languages as they descended from Orionian dialect, but…” He scratched his cheek, marks glowing pink once more, “I had a difficult time studying earth languages in the academy. It’s unrealistic for us to know them all, so the Memoir serves as a rebrief to put in the language back into our minds.” 

God what were you in now? A shitty sy-fy film? You rolled onto your back as you said no more, thinking about his answer for a good long minute before you parted your lips only to shut them...Hold on one damn minute- did he just insinuate his kind created humans? Knowing all languages? What!? “I don’t even know how to unpack that sentence…” You muttered, staring up at the ceiling which twinkled in a galaxy of constellations and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed it was an open glass ceiling to outer space.

It aligned with nebula’s and stars, planets for what looked like miles and miles. You could stare at it for hours in awe, how did you not notice that until now.

“I could only imagine being human, it’s a lot to take in,” Jungkook offered a gentle smile, “As for bonding…” He was pink all over as he scratched his cheek again, eyes fluttering away from yours almost shyly, “It’s what it sounds like, when we Orionian’s find a person who we like and want to share our life with, we begin a bond, and it takes awhile for the bond to grow but once it’s finished, we’d complete it with a mating cycle, and then...We’re celestially bond together.” He mumbled a little shyly, his eyes looked like stars twinkling as he talked about it, almost in a dreamy fashion. 

“....” You couldn’t even find the words to say anything before you muttered, “You’ve known me for a day…” True Jungkook was cute, but all of this stuff about bonding and space really made it difficult to grasp the concept in a way which wasn’t him basically proposing to you.

Jungkook looked as if he had been abruptly pulled from his little fantasy world as he frowned, propping himself on his forearm as he spoke, “Time is only a concept for Orionian’s, when we know who our bond is meant for, we just know. It doesn’t matter if I’ve known you a day or your whole life, my feelings won’t change. I want us to bond.” His voice lowered a little, his eyes doe-like and filled with a sugary sweetness as he closed the gap between you both. 

You were speechless. Many times in your life you had felt this way, but genuinely, you had no words. An alien just professed his love to you within twenty four hours of knowing him all because...what…? You fed him twice? Let him sleep in your bed once? What had you possibly done for him to think you could be his...his wife!? 

“I’m not getting married, I- I mean I’m flattered! I am.” You sat up, once again, pulling away from him as he mirrored you, his lips jutting into an almost frustrated pout, “But like...I just turned twenty one this year....I’m hardly a person let alone wife material.”

“Bonding is hardly even close to the equivalent of human marriage,” Jungkook wrinkled his nose, almost a little endeared, he knew little of human marriage from the media he had watched when you weren’t present, and while humans had similar ideas of romance, it was hardly comparable, he spoke gently, “It’s far more special and permanent. Being bonded is…” He closed his eyes, a half dimpled smile on his lips as he hummed, “It’s like feeling like the universe has completely aligned on your behalf, and that the planets and stardust gifted you a celestial mate who would never turn their back on you, who would always dry your tears and heal you when you’re hurt. The bond extends past this lifetime and into the next and so forth.” 

“...You lost me at ‘more’ permanent…” For a woman with a whole baggage load of commitment issues Jungkook was really not selling this idea to you well, “Sorry but I think you got the wrong girl.” You could appreciate the bizarreness of this situation and admittedly you felt like you’d always have a superior ‘main character’ moment story to one up somebody with but this whole business about being stuck with someone for multiple lifetimes and having alien babies was really not something you could follow up with.

Jungkook looked severely hurt which made you do a double take, not quite anticipating such a pitiful reaction as his lips quivering and his eyes even looking somewhat glassy as he spoke, “O-oh...I see…” 

wow way to make you feel like an asshole. He had shuffled a little curling up against himself as if trying to make himself appear small as he looked away from you. Sighing you ran a hand through your hair, well fuck, what did you have to lose at this point in your life?

“...Jesus christ, okay...what...what does...you know…” you coughed a little, rubbing your neck as Jungkook’s doe eyes looked at you timidly before darting away when you met his gaze, “What does this bonding shit entail anyway?” 

Jungkook was incredibly attractive, there was no denying it and the worst that could happen would be things didn’t work and you just went back to normal non-tentacle men. Jungkook perked a little at your question, still seeming a bit reserved as he mumbled, “Well...bonding is a long process...it’s not something out of human fiction that just immediately happens. When a bond is first created it’s incredibly delicate, you have to be careful and make sure both partners dedicate time to strengthening the bond.”

Laying your head against your arms that were folded in front of you while listening intently you hummed, “And let’s say hypothetically, could the bond be broken?” 

Jungkook’s expression crumpled a little as he mumbled, “It can be severed, but the more strengthened the bond is, the more painful it’ll be for both partners. But yes, it is possible. I should also mention a bond is only possible unless both partners are in agreement and want it just as much as the other.” 

You hummed, thinking about his words, so technically it wasn’t really possible given both of you had different alignments right now, “Alright well, here on Earth we call it dating, which is a lot less intensive than that, so if you want me to do that then you’re gonna have to go by human standards first.” It was reasonable enough and a happy compromise.

You wouldn’t deny you felt a pull towards Jungkook, ever since he had arrived yesterday morning your life had been anything but normal and yet you embraced every twist and turn so far and...there was admittedly a secret giddy part of you that revelled in old childhood nostalgia that someone had actually fallen from the sky and would now show you a world of many possibilities outside of earth. 

The only thing holding you back was the logic and reason that your family held and pushed onto you at a young age, long gone were the days of staring up at the stars in hopes of seeing something supernatural and daydreaming during recess about being whisked off earth. You didn’t know how to connect with that childlike side of yourself anymore, it had been so long since you bothered with those thoughts that now that the opportunity was presented to you, you genuinely didn’t know how to react.

Jungkook had immediately perked up his brows raised and immediate interest in his expression, “I’ll do it! If it means winning your affection,” his smile was a little toothy and innocent as he spoke, “How do humans date? What do they do?” He tilted his head in curiosity while waiting excitedly for your reply.

You couldn’t help but smile a little at how enthusiastic he was, “Well…” you drew a breath in thought, “It’s not too different then it is from now, we’ll go out to eat together, get to know each other, stuff like that.” 

Jungkook deflated a little, confusion in his eyes as he frowned, “But that’s stuff we do now...as...friends…” his frown furthered on his lips, “What sets friends and dating apart if we do the same thing…?” 

You rubbed your neck, beginning to get a little flustered at his question as you shifted a little, mumbling, “Well the difference is friends are strictly platonic, dating someone means you’re interested in them romantically and...you know...we hold hands...or cuddle or...I don’t know romantic shit…Stuff friends don’t do.” 

When did Jungkook get closer to you? His head tilted in curiosity as he spoke, “...And? Is that it? I’m sorry,” he apologized a bit bashfully, looking rather pink, “I’m trying to discern possible differences in boundaries set between a regular human relationship compared to Orionian’s…I don’t want to do anything that might make you...uncomfortable…” 

You stared at him for a good moment, as if trying to discern whatever he was trying to say without actually saying it, “Well...I’m not sure how different it can be…” Jungkook said nothing, fidgeting a little as you looked at him for a long moment, “...I’d tell you if you made me uncomfortable.” Was this...going where you thought it was going? 

Jungkook shuffled a little closer, his nose nearly brushing yours and his lips that looked so soft jutted into a slight pout, his eyes could hardly meet yours as he timidly asked, “...How...intimate are humans in their relationships?” 

Your face felt like it was on fire though as you muttered with raised brows, “Uh pretty hands on...if you wanna fuck me you can just ask.” You looked up at him, feeling a bit bold given he was a little more on the shy side, you could tell just him asking that had obviously taken a lot of courage on his part.

Jungkook’s marks had suddenly filtered from baby pink to a deep maroon, his face looked nothing except shy and a bit hazy as he mumbled, “Would you let me…? I don’t...exactly share the same anatomy as your male counterpart...Orionian’s...intimacy looks a bit different.” 

You felt intrigued and horny at the same time, it was tentacles wasn’t it? Please god let it be the tentacles, “You can’t threaten me with a good time,” you laughed a little, trying to take a little bit of the nervous edge off Jungkook as you offered a small smile, “Just show me, I’m...what other humans would consider pretty kinky. Doubt it’ll scare me off.” You couldn’t admit that his tentacles were immediately making your panties soaked because god did you want to be filled up like a scared hentai girl right now.

You squeaked at Jungkook suddenly climbing on top of you, his eyes hazy and he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, revealing the strip of glowing maroon that led up the center of his arms and wrapped over his shoulders, his tentacles suddenly emerging from his back much to your horny excitement, “Our tendons are both are strongest and weakest point of our body.” Jungkook mumbled against your neck, the feeling of something extremely foreign wrapping around your thigh, almost something between like a soft silicon and jello substance. 

Not sticky like you had anticipated, but soft enough that it could be almost considered wet, “They protect us but they’re also what we use to procreate with, if they’re cut off or majorly damaged, we become sterilized. My eggs…” He suddenly became a bit timid as he mumbled, “They aren’t fertile yet...But regardless I wouldn’t fill you unless we were bonded, so you won’t have to worry about impregnation. Intimacy is still an act of strengthening a bond though, so it’s utilized a lot at the beginning of an Orionian relationship.”

You weren’t fully paying attention at this point, too busy nearly drooling at the feeling of his tendon slithering along your clothes, “I can understand if you’d prefer to not do this though.” Jungkook seemed somewhat embarrassed and timid, his tendons slithering around your pajama band but doing nothing further.

“No!” He nearly jumped  at how you almost yelled it, your eyes frantic and you were nearly dripping at how horny you were, your voice needy as you whined, “I’m literally a slut Jungkook, I’m more than happy to experiment.” 

Jungkook didn’t need anymore confirmation then just that, his tentacle that had been playing with the band of your pajamas immediately pushing underneath it as you whined, your legs immediately parting for it as it ran up your panties, the soft wetness that ebbed from it soaking whatever was dry of your panties, was this arousal of his own? He moaned softly as he pressed his face into your neck, “I know you feel this is fast, but Orionian’s tend to not like to waste time.” His tentacles slid along your panties before pushing inside the band.

Your lips parted at the soft wet sensation of it gently prodding along your clit in exploration making a yelp escape you.

Jungkook jolted a little in concern as he looked down at you, somewhat shyly and his cheeks were a deep maroon much like his marks, “Keep…! Fuck!” You whined at the way his tentacles as if testingly flicked along your clit, another tentacle which had been floating behind him absently had suddenly emerged forward, making quick work of your pajamas and panties as the other continued working along your clit making you whimper as your back arched a little. 

The second tendon slowly brushed along your soaked cunt, embarrassingly wet sounds could be heard throughout the room as Jungkook moaned in contentment, “This feels so nice,” he mumbled with a whine, the second tentacle which had been stroking you slowly wiggled against your entrance making you squeak. Your horniness couldn’t be put into words at how bad you wanted this man to shove all tentacles inside you.

Your lips immediately parting at the tip of the tentacle pushing inside you, it was too soft to be considered that of a toy or dildo but too firm to be anything foreign, you couldn’t resist propping yourself up onto your elbows, your legs spread as you looked down, your face twisting and cheeks throbbing at the lewd sight of two tentacles hard at work on your cunt, one continuously flicking your clit and rubbing along it while the other began to testingly thrust inside you. 

Your lips dropped open as you moaned feeling Jungkook push it further and further inside you before giving it a testing wiggle, a scream nearly ripped from your throat at how it hit all the right spots.

Unable to even support yourself as you dropped back down with a whine as Jungkook quickly began to pick up the pace even more, “Fuck,” he moaned softly, the tentacle pulsed and throbbed as it squished and wiggled while being thrusted back and forth in short motions, your cunt was so tight and your walls kept trapping him further and further inside you as you whined, “Mm, females of my kind don’t have anything like this,” he moaned two more tentacles had suddenly appeared from his back, one pinning your wrists above your head and the other wandering to your flimsy shirt before pushing underneath it, and much to his delight Jungkook found nothing underneath except your soft breasts, “Nothing this- mmm, fuck,” it came out more of a whine this time as you felt his tentacles wiggling in delight at the way your cunt clenched around him, “small, and warm...Fuck,” Jungkook dipped his head, running a hand through his hair, the third tendon wrapped around your nipple making you whimper, jolting as your cunt squeezed around the tentacle that was beginning to roughly split apart your walls as it discovered your g-spot, your mouth parting as whined spilled from your lips at the insane feeling of the tip of his tentacles flicking up against it rapidly.

“Ah! Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook!” You whined as your back arched, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at how many sensations were going on, between him finding the sweet spot of your clit, the tip of his tentacle flicking up into your g-spot the other one squeezing with just the right amount of pressure on your nipple. 

Jungkook’s lips parted and his eyes were hazy but in awe at the way your body contorted, your small little walls nearly entrapping his tentacle as you came harshly, whined and whimpers escaping you as he forcefully kept flicking up into your g-spot, his other rubbing gently against your clit as your body frantically moved, yet your hips kept thrusting up to try and take more of his tendon as you whined, “Fuck…! Jungkook! Ah..!” Jungkook moaned softly as he gave you just what you wanted, pushing himself further inside you until he was dangerously close to your cervix.

His tentacle was soft enough that no pain was even involved as he kept wiggling it into you, soundless moans escaped you as your cunt began wrapping convulsing around him, your clit burning in pleasure due to sensitivity as he kept letting the soft tendon rub against the tender bud.

“Fuck!” You whined, liquid suddenly spewing from your cunt much to Jungkook’s surprise, his tentacle had immediately restricted at the feeling leaving your cunt feeling empty and tears nearly escaping yours eyes in frustration due to it despite his second tendon continually abusing your clits sweet spot, within the second the first tentacle entered your once more pushing with no hesitation right back to its original position as Jungkook began wiggling once again with short thrusts. 

Your walls kept squeezing around him causing him to moan as he whined, “You- you need to stop doing that...feels too good.” He mumbled shyly against your skin as you nearly convulsed in pleasure at the way his third tendon was wrapped around your nipple, giving the bit of pressure that had your cunt squeezing around his tentacle, too busy in your own pleasure to care about what he wanted, your hand wrapped around his throat making his eyes widen and his lips part submissively, “I’m gonna keep doing what I want baby- fuck...I think you like it when my little cunt squeezes around it.” You purposely clenched around his tentacle and you could physically feel it throb inside you.

Jungkook’s lips trembled a little a moan escaped him at your hand squeezing lightly around his throat his tentacle immediately fucking you even faster in comply as your lips parted in glee, your hips rolling a little to slide along the slick thick tendon, “Thats right baby boy, I bet you’ve never felt a cunt like this before huh?” You let out a shaky cackle as your hand sadistically squeezed harder around his neck. 

His gaze dropped and he only whined, quickly crumbling to your dominant hands that only excited you further, it was one thing to cross off your bucket list getting fucked by an alien, it was two being able to dom one, “Oh am I suddenly in control now?” You mockingly pouted before a twisted smirk curled on your face at how Jungkook wouldn’t meet your eyes any longer.

Power was practically leaking in your veins, you were getting fucked by a tentacle alien and he was a shy little sub? Your squeezed harsher around his neck, a whiney moan suddenly escaping him as his tentacle harshly pulsed inside you before it frozen, his face buried into your neck, impatient and now knowing you could boss him around freely your hips lifted, squelching and slipping around the tendon with ease as his lips trembled against your neck, “Mmm! P-please! You have to slow down…” he whimpered a little at how cruel you were being with him. 

You could care less in this moment though, too busy living out your dream fantasy bucking your hips against the soft subtle material, your cunt squeezing around him as you moaned softly.

Your moan twisted to a growl at the feeling of his tentacle pausing in your clit, your hand finding his hair as you harshly balled it into your hand, “I didn’t give you permission to stop.” Jungkook’s gaze lowered and his eyes a little watery despite the angry pout on his face.

“You aren’t listening to me.” He mumbled stubbornly and your lips twitched, outwardly showing displeasure but inwardly seeking the chase he was trying to give. Jungkook fumbled with you had pushed away, briefly his tendons pulled away in semi surprise, at first assuming you had taken his shy words the wrong way but he was quickly mistaken when he was shoved onto the bed, a whine escaping him as the tentacles quickly adjusted to be semi flattened. His lips were quivering at the sight of your naked body straddling him and your hand on his jaw, “Truthfully, I don’t think you want me to listen baby.” You pouted mockingly, the feeling of his stretched tentacles seekingly wrapping around your thighs, “Open.” 

Jungkook’s lips parted a little, his eyes watering and looking a little confused at your words, but you had took advantage of the opportunity, spitting into his mouth as he suddenly whined, his ears bright red following along with the magenta color coursing through his body as your hand wrapped around his throat in a firm grip, “Good boy.” You smiled loosely, wiping a stray bit of saliva from his lip as he whined, a tentacle beginning to stroke against your soaked cunt once more but this time he did nothing except in hopes of an invitation.

“Such a good boy, go on, I know you want to.” You cooed out, your head hanging a little and your lips parting at the feeling of the tentacle plunging back inside your warm walls with a loud squelch, “Stay still.” You commanded sharply and with a noisy whine from Jungkook as he obediently listened, you could feel the foreign tendon inside you pulsing still as if it nearly killed him to do so. Your hips steadily began to move along the tentacle, your cunt clenching around it as you took more of him it only got fatter and thicker the more you took. 

“Ahh, fuck. That’s it baby, c’mon keep filling me up. I know you want to. I can see it in your face.” You taunted, feeling his tentacle doing a test wiggle inside you as you slid along it, arousal coating him as he whined, you had a great view of his other tentacles sliding from under his back and extending upward, the second quickly made way for your clit much to your excitement, your lips parted and a whine escaping you as it kept rubbing into your sweet spot it had previously discovered. 

You were too busy trembling and moaning, attempting to fight off another orgasm at the feeling of your clit almost feeling like it was being ate out at how soft the tip of his tentacle was gently lapping against it and a soft wet arousal of his own leaking from the tip, you had bounced against his tendon in short motions, craving all of him inside you as your body began to convulse, your hands balling against his chest with a whine at how difficult it was to stop yourself from cumming immediately.

Jungkook wasn’t letting go without a fight though, a third tentacle had surprised you, pushing between the cheeks of your ass making you nearly gasp a whine, “Fuck! Fuck, please.” You mumbled in a moment of weakness, giving your consent that you’d like to trust he’d be able to make this feel good. Jungkook didn’t hesitate for a second, the tentacle oozed a slippery liquid, his own arousal along your puckered rim. You were almost too fucked out to even pay attention, your body busy still riding him and trying to focus on anything but the feeling of the slippery tentacle flicking at your clit and finding nearly every pleasurable nerve physically possible. 

It was difficult to miss the third one pushing slowly into your ass as your lips jumbled something nearly incomprehensible, your body collapsing semi against him, only being held up by your weak forearms, “Mmph! Fuck baby keep going, just like that. Such a good boy for me.” 

Jungkook squeaked out what sounded like a pleasant noise at the praise, perhaps sensing your body beginning to crumble as his tentacles took back over, quickly thrusting inside you once more and wiggling to his heart's pleasure as drool nearly dropped from your lips. Unable to even do anything or say anything with two tentacles plunged inside you. 

The tip of the tentacle was just narrow enough to slip inside your ass with a gentle sting but pleasurable enough to make your toes curl and whines escape you at the feeling of the force of his thrusts on either side of your body. His second was still lapping up around your clit, finding that perfect spot that nearly made your vision go white and you weren’t sure what escaped your throat other than possibly the best orgasm you would ever experience in your life. 

And it didn’t stop after a second, it just kept going with his tentacles drilling inside you and lapping around your delicate hyper sensitive clit as you whined and cried against him. Jungkook moaned softly as you felt what potentially might have been a second tentacle greedily pushing inside your cunt, whimpers escaping you at how harshly he was thrusting up inside you and how stretched your body was. 

Your mouth parting at the feeling of the forth tentacle pushing its way to meet the first as you squeaked and whined against him, a tentacle wrapping around your waist to hold up your lower body that nearly collapsed as your vision blurred with tears at how hard you were being fucked. Jungkook’s eyes were shut tightly and his hands had finally grabbed your waist as extra support as his third tentacle wiggled its way further into your ass. The pleasurable sting becoming more and more noticeable as you cried out at the feeling of one tentacle flicking up against your g-spot and the other harshly thrusting into you while your clit was hypersensitive at the feeling of being rubbed and flicked. 

Your last orgasm couldn’t even compete with this one as you cried out, body convulsing and cunt tightening as you nearly scrambled almost looking possessed to the unknown eye, your body had clenched up so hard at being so filled you hadn’t even heard the sharp whine from Jungkook. Hot liquid suddenly spurted everywhere the majority of it inside you but some getting on you, over the bed, everywhere. 

Jungkook whimpered and whined, digging his face into your neck and his tentacles were pulsing sharply as if literally pumping out every drop of liquid they could inside you. You were so fucked out you could hardly even ask what in the actual hell he just injected inside you. You had already been tired before but your body was burning and aching, feeling as if you had literally been ripped to pieces. 

At least you finally got a piece of that tentacle action.

You were not someone that fucked and then immediately slept afterwards, typically after a one night stand, depending on your relation with the person you would either ghost them by pretending to go to the bathroom, talk and hang out afterwards, or go get something to eat together, or by yourself, you weren’t picky.

Rubbing your blurry eyes you yawned, your body aching with even the slightest movement, Jungkook was the first man who had ever fucked you so hard, you had little to no choice but to fall asleep afterwards, you probably couldn’t even stand if you wanted too. He was curled up against your chest at the moment, his head pressed into your breasts looking way too content at the moment. 

Your eyes trailed down at his fluffy raven hair before down the warm tawny skin of his back, something in your chest stirring, it felt like it was almost physically tugging you closer to his body, your hand finding its way to his hair making him stir a little. Jungkook’s arms wiggled against your waist to make himself comfortable once more before relaxed with a content sigh. 

The marks on his back glowed a sentient purple, you had never gotten a good look at his back before. 

And while this wasn’t that great of a position to view, you were still curious with what you could see, they formed two long strips down his back widening a fair bit and they stopped just at the smallest part of his waist. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve remarked that it looked like he had wings ripped from his back.

As morbid as it sounded, and that is of course if they glowed like this. Jungkook really was the prettiest thing you had ever seen, your hand hadn’t even meant to pull from his hair down his neck, you couldn’t help the tug in your chest wanting to touch.

However the moment your fingers grazed over the mark that covered his left shoulder blade Jungkook nearly flew out of your arms making you jolt in just as much surprise as him, his lips parted and he had sat up, gaze sharp as he looked around as if for any possible intruders. Slowly as he woke up though he came to the realization it was just you and him, your smile becoming somewhat sheepish as you mumbled, “Um, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You cleared your throat feeling bad now, was it just that sensitive? You might not know much about Orionian’s but you could take a guess and assume that was the opening to where his tentacles laid dormant, and given they were also how they procreated...It was natural Jungkook was probably a little defensive about them being touched. 

Jungkook said nothing though, only staring at you for a long moment before he whined a little, suddenly crawling back up to you before collapsing on top of you as you huffed, “You can’t startle me like that, my scaling is sensitive.” He mumbled a little shy, grabbing your hand as he placed it back on top of his head obviously wanting affection. 

Your fingers dug back into his scalp making a pleasant noise escape him as his body relaxed once more, “...Scaling?” Your brows furrowed at his words, complying with his silent demand to have his hair played with as he curled up against you, his lips tugged into a smile as he rested his face between your breast. 

“Yeah, my scales.” Jungkook nodded as he held up his arm, pointing at the glowing marks making you frown, that...looked nothing like scales....Jungkook smiled a little as he rested back down while explaining, “There filled with hyper plasma so depending on the hormonal chemistry of my body will change colors.” You got that part, even before he could speak English, but still...when you thought of scales, you thought of stuff like fish and...scaly things. Not aliens. 

Jungkook only smiled happily as he looked up at you, it looked like thousands of stars twinkling in his eyes and the dim lights reflected off his iridescent skin, little tones of purple and blue could be spotted as he lifted his hand up to cup your cheek, his fingers carefully trailing down your jawline. There was a wave in your chest, something strong like...the only thing you could describe was pure happiness, “Hey what did you blow inside?” You hadn’t even meant to ask that question but it had abruptly crossed your mind. 

Jungkook’s gaze faltered a little, his scales suddenly turning bright pink and his bashfully lowered his gaze, pressing his cheek on your chest as he mumbled, “It was just plasma, it’s what helps carry eggs when they’re released but...I already told you...my eggs aren’t ready yet. You have no possible chance of getting pregnant without my prior knowledge.” 

His fingers tethered against your stomach as if saddened at the idea that his future kin weren’t in your stomach, a wave of sadness fleeting inside your chest briefly as you frowned, why did you feel so odd? You weren’t even the least bit sad about not being pregnant. 

“Okay...good I was just..wondering since…” You coughed a little, not finishing your sentence which you were originally going to say because he used you like an actual cum dump- not that you minded. But still. It was good to know. Jungkook said no more, only burying into your chest with a pouty whine. 

Yawning you stretched out looking around before grabbing your phone which had somehow made it alive on your night stand, your notifications flooded with Jimin’s drunk texting on where you went last night and why you weren’t home...Wait, your eyes darted to the time, it was noon?! You had a lecture in half an hour! 

“Fuck! I have to get to class!” You immediately jolted up making Jungkook whine as he was jostled onto the bed as you limped along in search of your clothes, your body aching and resisting with each fumble before you nearly collapsed out of fatigue while grabbing your panties. 

“Can’t you just stay? Just for a little longer?” Jungkook mumbled, his lips in a large puppy like pout as he held out his hand to you, something stirring in your chest that wanted to just curl back up against him, his eyes doe like and soft, almost pleading for you to cuddle back up against him. 

“I have midterms coming up Jungkook, I really can’t afford to skip class.” You offered an apologetic smile, “Besides it’s not like we can’t go get something to eat later or anything.” Pulling your pants up you wobbled to the door, frowning as you pulled your sweatshirt back over your head, where was the door handle…?

“..B-but!” Jungkook fumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head before hurrying over to you, “Just five more minutes? Or two? Please…!” There was something urgent in his voice as his lips trembled as if he would be devastated if you left. 

Examining the door your lips parted as you pushed the button on the wall, jolting a little as the door slid open, “Jungkook,” You paused briefly, feeling a dull ache in your chest, a brief desire to do as pleaded as you looked up at him, “I really have to go to class okay? I’ll drop by later when I’m finished for the day I’m sure you...have stuff you need to talk about with your...um...kin…” You raised your brow a little awkwardly before you back walking down the hallway, something inside the back of your head almost tempted to stay with him. 

He looked so panicked and whiny, it made you feel bad for having to go, and furthermore you secretly wished you could stay longer but you couldn’t afford to miss class with midterms so close. 

If your memory was correct this should lead to…! Aha, you felt victorious at the sight of the main, living area?  The circular table was towards the smaller three step ledge that went up into the control room and the purple bonsai-like plant which had just been freshly pruned sat delicately on the other side of the room. 

“No! I....Can I come with you then? And then we can come back here together later?” Jungkook pleaded, his lips trembling and his eyes almost watery as you paused with a sigh, he was really tugging on your heart strings huh...It was almost easier to deny him back when he was unable to actually speak his wants to you. 

“Jungkook I- I mean I guess you could…? But like, it’s just lecture, it’s boring, I have to be focused the whole time and no offense but...I feel like if you came I wouldn’t focus.” You pulled a little away from him with an awkward smile while silently hoping the door had been fixed. 

“Morning you two,” You turned around at the sight of Namjoon appearing from the large opening of the control room Taehyung who still looked sour following after him only to lean against the wall with crossed arms, Namjoon stepped down the three steps as he offered a polite smile, “I hope you slept well, I’m sure it’s a lot different compared to human dorms.” 

You looked away from Namjoon unable to speak at the question of having slept well, you hardly slept half the night after getting your back blown out, but he was right, it was nothing like human- in any aspect whatsoever, whether it was the bed or who you got fucked by last night. 

“It was fine...um the door....Is it fixed?” You pointed your thumb behind your shoulder as you offered a weak smile. 

Namjoon nodded stepping closer before he abruptly paused, his brows furrowing before he looked between you and Jungkook without so much as a word, it made you somewhat self conscious as you shuffled in your spot at nobody volunteering to get the door open, “Yeah, it’s fixed, umm…” His smile was a little tense before he looked between you and Jungkook, “Are you both going out? Already?” 

Jungkook refused to look his elder in the eyes, his lips plush and pouty, hair dusting over his eyes as he shuffled in his spot refusing to answer whatever unasked question his elder had, “Uh yeah, I’m going to class, Jungkook can stay here though, I’ll be back later.” You shrugged, not understanding what their problem was. 

Taehyung had not interjected into the conversation yet, his dark hair brushing over his eyes only in the opposite effect of Jungkook, making him look as if he had a death warrant with your name on it, “And leave Jungkook alone?” He gritted his teeth looking like he was ready to snarl at you, your lips quirked a little and your brow lifted in confusion, wasn’t that typically what people meant when they said they had to leave…? 

“Uh yeah, and I’ll come back…?” You trailed off, making it sound more like a question then a statement before Taehyung suddenly pushed off the wall, his walk was by no means in any hurry, but his shoulders were squared and his steps were paced with determination that had you taking a step back at the sight of him not stopping until he was right in front of you. 

The energy of the room had gone tense before Taehyung snarled, “You bonded with my little brother and now you’re going to leave him!?” 

You shrieked at suddenly being shoved against the wall, your ribs throbbing in pain as Taehyung’s hand wrapped around your throat, crushing your windpipe as you gagged, “Humans really are pathetic selfish people.” Tentacles suddenly wrapped around Taehyung’s hand before he was ripped away from you, hot red scales were a blur as Jungkook stood in front of you protectively. 

Your hands rubbing your sore throat as you leaned against the wall gasping for air, “Stay out of this!” Jungkook growled, his lips twitching and his eyes burning into his brothers, “This doesn’t involve you, let me sort it out and if you ever fucking touch my mate like that again I won’t hesitate to rip your eggs straight out of your utaria.” 

You jolted at the sight of Taehyung lashing out at Jungkook, both of them slamming into the wall near the hallway as they grappled and yet you could only stare in shock at what had just happened and what you had just heard. Namjoon was immediately between them both separating the two as he growled, “Taehyung that wasn’t necessary! I doubt she even realizes what happened!” Namjoon immediately twisted towards Jungkook with a scowl, “And you! What did I tell you last night?” 

Jungkook’s jaw was clenched, his scales a hot burning red that matched Taehyung’s and yet his eyes couldn’t meet Namjoon’s, his lips twitching a little as he glared into the wall, his expression slowly melting as Namjoon snapped, “What did I tell you!? Why can’t you two ever listen for once? If you had we probably wouldn’t even be stuck on Earth right now! This is your mess Jungkook, I told you it wasn’t a good idea to bond this early on in our stay on Earth.” 

Jungkook’s expression had turned neutral but something in his eyes still seemed bitter as he stared at the ground now, perhaps too scared to look up at you, who had backed away from all the men in shock. You...but...Jungkook said…The silence set in and slowly each brother turned their gaze towards you before Jungkook was the last, his face filled with remorse at your expression as your lips parted, “You…! You told me-” Your lips parted variously before you finally forced out a sentence, “You lied to me!” 

“I didn’t!” Jungkook immediately hurried over to you, his expression filled with guilt and desperation, “I- Y/n I wasn’t even aware we had bonded until Taehyung pointed it out! I’m sorry I had no idea I…!” All you heard was excuse after excuse though, something indescribable filled your chest and your vision blurred in anger. 

“I’m going! I can’t…! I can’t even look at you right now Jungkook!” Upset felt like it had magnified tenfold in your chest as you rushed down the metal stairs, punching against the button before the door opened, your throat felt squeezed and like you were suffocating as you ran as far and fast as your legs could take you. What was happening to you? 

“I’m fine…” 

Jimin and Seokjin exchanged glances, light poured in from the opened door behind them of your bedroom, the blanket wrapped around your body has you held it up above your nose, “Uh don’t lie bitch,” Jimin quirked a brow, his lips twitching in anger at just the sight of you trying to tell such an obvious lie, “It’s been three days since...whatever happened with JK- “Jungkook,” “I don’t give a fuck what his name is, you’ve been a recluse ever since, what happened?” 

Just the mention of Jungkook’s name made your chest physically ache as you curled further into yourself, you weren’t in physical pain, you couldn’t even fully describe it. 

All of your feelings just felt so amplified, like they swirled at just the surface of your chest and ready to burst out at any given moment. It felt like a physical string around your heart that squeezed and tugged harder and harder that left you in a depressed state with no energy left to do anything except what you had been doing.

Weakly sleeping half the time or scrolling on your phone in a useless attempt to think about anything other than Jungkook. You couldn’t even understand how you felt so attached to him and how much your body ached to just be wrapped up in his arms, but you were still so upset at what had happened. 

Questions swirled in your mind and to which you didn’t have the answer too and it made you even more upset that you wouldn’t get answers unless you went back, “Y/n, we’re just worried.” Seokjin raised his brows, his expression apprehensive but softened at the weak state you were in, “You haven’t been out of your room ever since the morning after the party. Midterms are just around the corner, I doubt you slack off for a shit reason.” 

You only curled up further before you sighed, closing your eyes as you finally caved in and mumbled an explanation as to what had happened and what you were now suffering under. Seokjin seemed more calm but Jimin’s lips were twitching in anger as he scowled, “You’re joking! Well let’s just go and demand he cut whatever alien ties he has on you.” 

You knew he was just trying to help but you only shook your head, “...Taehyung said I was the one that had apparently formed the bond, I didn’t even know that was possible.” You mumbled, you buried into your pillow, a feeling of guilt building into your chest as you tried to forget the ghost image of Jungkook’s hurt eyes in your mind. 

“Well it’s obviously affecting you mentally and physically, I mean seriously, you haven’t showered in days, you aren’t eating, Y/n…” Seokjin kneeled down, a frown on his face, “You need to swallow your pride, as stubborn as you are, and go talk to Jungkook about this. We’ll come with you, you probably won’t even have the energy to get there, but he’s the only one who can help.”

You managed to roll over to your side, your back facing them both now as you pulled the blanket over your head, you didn’t want to face Jungkook again, you weren’t sure you were ready to. You had so many mixed feelings and you weren’t even sure what to begin on asking questions. 

Neither said anymore before you heard Seokjin reluctantly sigh, “I’ll leave it for tonight, but tomorrow morning you’re giving us directions and we’re going to get this sorted.” They both left shortly after and closed the door sinking the room back into a depth of darkness. A heavy weight back on your chest and sudden ache filling you as you curled up, a dull sense of urgency inside you but you couldn’t distinguish what for. It felt like you needed to cry even despite not feeling sad, but maybe as a way to just release this energy.

But you didn’t do anything besides lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you sighed, trying to ignore the dull ache of your head, what a shit show. If you had known what your life would come to by just trying to be a good person, you would’ve left him in that ditch. ----

It felt like your body was being dragged through the mud, through the fire and hell maybe even gitting shit on at this point, “This is so stupid.” You mumbled, curled up in your hoodie as you hugged your knees into your chest in the back of Seokjin’s car. 

“You’re the one that fucked an alien,” Jimin snorted, twisting in his seat as he cocked a brow, “Which, what possessed you to do that seriously? Your stupid little hentai fantasies?” He stared at you with a bizarre expression as you snorted weakly. 

“Yeah pretty much.” 

“Fucking knew it,” Jimin collapsed back in his seat, “We could get our assholes probed by aliens now because she couldn’t keep her panties on at the sight of a slimy tentacle.” He raised his hands dramatically and you could’ve sworn you heard Seokjin try to keep from laughing at you both. 

“They’ll probe you with their tentacles too, apparently they make their own lube home made so they’ll slide it right in no problem.” If you had the energy you would’ve died laughing at the way Jimin whipped around in his seat in horror. 

“No fucking way. You WILLINGLY let him do that to you?” 

You couldn’t stop the weak laugh escaping you as you leaned your head against the window, “I’m a slut.” You shrugged before you lifted your head a little, “Right there! It should be in the field. I think it has some sort of cloaking shield or something.” Seokjin pulled off on the old winding back road which looked familiar enough.

He hadn’t been going fast to begin with and you had already stopped twice and the two other fields had been empty so this one had to be it, and if it wasn’t then it was safe to say you broken Jungkook’s heart right in two and he and his other space fuckboy brothers left Earth for good. Which you hoped not because you felt like you were in a weird limbo between life and death at the moment. 

Stepping out of the car you paused as you heaved a breath, leaning against the car as you sighed, the energy feeling like it had been sucked straight out of your soul every passing minute. Jimin looked at you mildly concerned as you waved him off, slowly pushing yourself straight up as you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

The comforts of your hoodie keep you warm as you ignore the dull ache in your chest, Seokjin and Jimin both kept close as you all looked like idiots wandering around in an empty field. The empty field however, upon stepping forward had suddenly blurred before the familiar sight of the ship came into view. Seokjin and Jimin were dumbfounded at the sight as they both stared. 

You only trudged forward towards the door before you slammed your hand against the metal door, “Well? What are you both doing just standing there?” You asked with a furrowed brow.

“Well sorry I didn’t fuck an alien the first chance I got.” Jimin fumbled out with a huff as he hurried over along with Seokjin. 

The door had immediately been opened to a relieved looking Namjoon, his eyes briefly landing on Jimin and Seokjin warily as he spoke, “I’m glad you came back! Come on, hurry in.” He ushered you in, “...I’m assuming these are your...friends…?” 

“Best friends, roommates, the same guys that also allowed your little space fuckboy to stay with us.” Jimin growled out as he crossed his arms, standing as a big brother you never asked for as Seokjin snorted. 

“Chill,” He shoved Jimin a little who only grumbled under his breath before he spoke, “I’m Seokjin and that’s Jimin, we’re Y/n’s roommates we’re already uh...aware of what you guys are we just...we don’t know what’s going on, we just want Y/n to be okay.” 

Namjoon nodded slowly, still a little wary but it was to be expected, he said no more as he widened the latch for the three of you, “Y/n left right at the beginning stage of their bond when it’s imperative that the newly bonded couple stay together and establish a stable connection. If not, it becomes unstable and drains the life force out of both individuals causing a wide variety of ailments and illnesses to take over. It’s good you guys came back when you did, Jungkook is doing even worse sense he was the Si in the bond.” 

“What is she doing back here?” Your lips twitched a little at the snarl from Taehyung who had shot up from his seat at the table, his eyes glaring holes into you and honestly, if he could vaperize you into dust at the moment you were sure he probably would. 

“Here to break the little probe ass connection your fuckboy put on her,” Jimin snapped back unappreciative at someone talking this way to you especially in the condition you were in right now.

Taehyung’s lip twitched as he shot out of his seat, “My little brother may be naive but he had good intentions and she took advantage of his fragile state! He wasn’t in any sort of headspace to do anything!” You only curled away from Taehyung with mixed feelings, you wouldn’t necessarily describe Jungkook’s state of mind at the time, fragile as it was just horny. 

Namjoon sighed as he looked at Seokjin before at you and then the two feuding men who were practically glaring into one another, “Taehyung, don’t do anything irrational, I’m going to get Jungkook.” Namjoon disappeared and it was quiet inside the ship as a tension took over the room. 

You tried your best to ignore it as you slumped against the wall, listening to the whirling on the interior running. Not a minute later you heard a loud flutter of steps as you looked up, Jungkook’s hair had been ruffled and he had looked extraordinarily tired, his scales however were lit up a sky blue, his lips parted as if trying to figure out if you were real or not before he hurried to you. 

His arms wrapping around you and a small whimper escaping him as his nose rubbed into your neck, your face pressed into his chest with a sigh of relief, the dull ache in your chest fading quickly as you basked in the warmth of Jungkook’s arms. You had hugged many people in your life before and sure it was nice, but you couldn’t even describe the wash of comfort and love that radiated through your entire being at being curled up in this man’s arms. 

Jungkook’s nose nudged at your neck a little and buried himself into your embrace as his fingers fiddled with the thick material of your hoodie, “Jungkook,” Jungkook shuffled a little, his body practically wrapped around you as his eyes slowly looked up from his content figure to meet Namjoon’s gaze, “You both should go lay down and begin to properly set your bond together, I’m sure you’re both exhausted.” 

Jungkook nodded wordlessly, perhaps not trusting himself to speak as he began to lead you towards his pod, “Woah, wait hold on.” Jimin cut in only for a snarl like growl to escape Jungkook, tentacles suddenly shooting from his back protectively pulling towards the front of his body to create a barrier between you and any threat that might take you away from him. 

“Woah holy fuck!” Jimin nearly screeched, holding his hands up and freaking out a little at seeing a killer glare on such an innocent face, “We didn’t come here for this…! What, what do you mean, set a bond? I don’t want Y/n out of our sight…!” 

Jungkook’s lip twitched in annoyance as he set his chin on your shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist and you could see the red glow of his scales slowly deepening further into a dark maroon, he did not look happy. 

Namjoon put up a hand, offering a tense smile, “All that entails is them being together and being close, they need to stabilize their bond. Once it’s set they can figure out whether they want to...bond further or…” Namjoon didn’t finish his sentence, is eyes warily lingering on the younger’s expression which was sharp and annoyed, “...You get the idea, I would advise against stopping him, trying to separate them now when he just got her back….I can’t guarantee I’ll keep you both alive.” 

Jimin and Seokjin shared a wary glance before stepping aside, Jungkook’s gaze broody as he watched them sharply as he trudged you both forward, his tentacles still out and floating behind him now as if ready to strike on contact. The tension didn’t leave until you were back into his pod once more, the room having not been changed except for a lot more clutter accumulation- much like your own room. 

You hadn’t even had the chance to open your mouth before you were suddenly picking up, your legs wrapping around Jungkook as you squirmed, “Jungkook!” You squeaked out, his hands gripping your ass tightly but his face kept nudging into your neck as he whined,  the killer aura he had not seconds ago immediately disappearing, “Don’t ever do that again,” You were nearly crushed when you were dropped onto the bed before Jungkook collapsed on top of you, “Please.” Guilt nearly devoured your heart at the way Jungkook held back a sob, his voice pleading and cracked, “It’s not fair! You-! You can’t just do this to me then leave. Never again.” You felt warm substance dripping onto your skin and your heart was pounding in your chest. 

An innate need coursing through your veins to dry his tears as you did so, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?” You whispered out, your hands cupping his cheeks, that iridescent glow on his skin and his eyes watery and big, “I’m just…! I was just scared, I didn’t know what was going on and I just thought I needed time to think. I had no idea what the effects were and what would happen if I left. I’m not going to leave okay? I won’t leave.” 

Jungkook only closed his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but watch in a melancholy awe at an almost glittery substance filling his tears, making the stains on his skin glisten and glitter under the dark lights of his room, Jungkook said no more, perhaps not trusting himself too and only curled himself further against your as your hands soothingly ran through his hair as his body melted into yours. No words were further spoken between you both as you curled against him once more, your nose burying in his hair with the innate need to comfort him. 

Feelings were too intense and magnified, as if you could feel every speck of hurt and misery Jungkook had suffered without you and despite being cognitively aware you in any other case wouldn’t be like this, you still were. You didn’t understand what happened, or how it happened, but what you did know was that despite all of the uncertainty, Jungkook needed you. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, neither of you had talked for what seemed like hours, only staying close in one another's arms, and slow but surely, that unstable feeling in your chest was beginning to fade and was replaced by what you could only describe as a warm, bright thrum.

Both of you were awake, but Jungkook’s eyes looked far away, his face still laid against your chest as you tenderly stroked through his hair, “Jungkook,” He didn’t respond right away, shifting a little before those doe eyes looked up at you, his lips jutted into a soft pout that nearly broke your heart out of guilt, “What....what’s going on? I don’t understand anything.” Your fingers delicately traced his prominent cheekbones, his face immediately nuzzling into your hand as his eyes closed. 

Jungkook’s lips trembled only a little as he mumbled, “...I...I’m not sure...I told you before that in order for a bond to be created it has to be wanted between both parties involved,” His nose nudged your hand as you tenderly thumbed his cheek, “Wh-which means...even if it wasn’t a surface thought you still energetically reached out and initiated the bond making you the Fi and me the Si since I accepted without realizing.” 

His lips went pouty before he pressed his head back against your chest as you stared down at him mildly confused, perhaps realizing this he spoke further, “Fi and Si are considered sacred opposites, in a bond both people take on one or the other, the initiator the Fi and the receiver the Si, it makes sense you didn’t feel as much as I did, the Fi in the bond isn’t affected nearly as heavily as the Si is because you were the one who created the bond.”

You still didn’t quite understand other than this being a Yin and Yang equivalent with a dash of omegaverse on the side, but then again, if humans had descended from Orionian’s then the apple truly didn’t fall too far from the tree. 

“And...the Fi is what…? The more dominant one?” You quirked a brow, a smile threatening to tug on your lips as Jungkook looked up at you, an unfair pout of his face as he set his chin on your chest, leading you to believe there was some merit to your words. 

“Not exactly, it just means you were the one who established the bond, making you the one who, in more primal words, the caretaker. With newly bonded couples, it’s imperative that you be together for the first few days to stabilize the bond. Si tends to be more....” He shifted a little, his scales becoming pink as he buried into your chest, “...Clingy...and Fi tends to facilitate and care for Si while the bond stabilizes.”

Your hand made its way back to his hair as you tenderly combed through the soft silky locks as Jungkook’s relaxed back against you, practically melting into your touch as you hummed, “And...if it isn’t stabilized?” 

Jungkook shifted a little against you as he mumbled, “...Well, both people become....I don’t know how to truly describe, if a bond isn’t stabilized...it becomes difficult to distinguish your own feelings from your partners, and with the bond unstable it causes an emptiness to fill both which causes sadness and pain, but because feelings can be mutually felt, it magnifies those feelings tenfold...Until eventually….” Jungkook frowned as he shrugged a little timidly, “Both go insane, or end up commiting suicide out of despair. Si feels it a lot more intensely then Fi though because of being the one who was tethered into the bond rather than creating it.”

Oh…

You said nothing, feeling even worse now knowing what had happened and what you could have possibly caused, not only this but for Jungkook to suffer through so much all because you couldn’t just hear him out for less than five minutes, “Don’t blame yourself,” Jungkook sat up a little to look at you earnestly, as if knowing exactly what you felt despite not saying anything, “You don’t know anything about Orionian’s, I...I should’ve handled everything better then I did…” His gaze lowered looking a little glassy as he sighed, “Just...please never do that again.” He collapsed back against you with a quiet mumble, “I was miserable.” 

“I won’t baby.” You ushered softly, pressing your lips into his hair as he basked in your love, the silence taking over once more as you relaxed back down against him, intending on letting yourself fall asleep again before you felt a low rumble in your stomach, before you sighed...Well he did say since you were….Fi...that you were supposed to be a caretaker....?

“Hey, I’m starving...you want me to get us something to eat?” You sat up a little as Jungkook shifted beneath you with a whine, his cheeks puffing a little as he huffed, saying nothing but you had a suspicion that he was definitely hungry, “I’m getting us something to eat, what do you want babe?” You got out of bed making Jungkook scramble with another whine. 

He immediately latched himself to you as you sighed, “Then we’re going together. Do you guys even have human food here?” 

“We have plamatic barrettes.” Jungkook perked a little in excitement as you frowned. 

“Can...Are...are they edible for humans?” You raised a brow as you opened the door, doing an awkward waddle as Jungkook back hugged you, happily nuzzling into your neck before he frowned.

“Well...um…” He rubbed his head as you tutted, it wasn’t that you weren’t willing to try it but you were really craving some fries right now and whatever it was they ate, didn’t sound even close to a potato. 

“We can try it later babe, I brought my wallet so we can go get something to eat, if Jimin and Seokjin haven’t left it’ll be like a two minute drive.” You shrugged as you both entered the common space. 

“You both aren’t going anywhere.” Namjoon had been running around with Taehyung while Jimin and Seokjin were working frantically on...what looked like an engine box as the man turned around with a serious expression making you and Jungkook twist into concern, “The Arbitrators are here on Earth, which means we’re leaving.” 

You didn’t quite understand the gravity of the situation but...you had a feeling this wasn’t an ideal situation.

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who do you love [lexi howard]

lexi howard x reader

requested: Hiii! I just discovered your page while looking for Euphoria fics. I saw that you don’t have any Lexi Howard fics. Could I request a fic where Reader is partnered up with Cassie for a project or something and they meet Lexi and develops a crush on her, but Lexi is clueless and thinks reader has a thing for Cassie? Fluff please. Also your works are absolutely amazing!

a/n: italicized are rue's voiceover

*not my gif*

Lexi has always lived in the shadows of her sister. Every guy or girl she liked just never fell for her. They always fell for her sister. Cassie was the one in the spotlight and Lexi was just the background character.

You sat there with your earbuds in as your teacher went on and on about some project you guys had to do. But again, you weren't exactly listening.

Until he came over and ripped your earbuds out of your ear. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, "Ms. Y/L/N, you're partnered with Ms. Howard. Hopefully, she'll be able to fill you in since you weren't paying attention,"

You sent him a small smile before trudging your way over to Cassie. You heard a lot of things about her, but you didn't really care what everyone thought around here. Most of them were assholes anyway.

"So were you paying attention to anything he was saying?" you asked as you plopped down into the seat next to her.

"Not a word, but my friend Kat heard all of it. If you want you can come over tonight, we can start working on it, getting it over with," she offered and you nodded. 

“Sounds great,”

You see this was the start of a beautiful friendship for Y/N and Cassie. They became as thick as thieves. Everyone thought that Y/N and Cassie would eventually get together, but the entire time Cassie was just trying to get her newly found best friend to admit feelings for her sister. 

And those feelings started, cheesy to say, but at first sight.

You knocked on the Howard’s door, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You didn’t really know how to feel, Cassie was popular and well you? Not so much.

The door swung open and you swore your jaw dropped all the way to the floor. You were met with the younger Howard sister. She was beautiful. Her beautiful brown hair fit perfectly with her fair skin.

“You must be Y/N?” she says, snapping you out of your daze.

“Yeah, that’s me. Hi, Lexi, right?” you asked, stepping into the house as she held the door open.

“Yeah. Cassie went out with Maddy, but she texted me and said she’s on her way back. You can come in, you don’t have to wait outside like a dog,” she joked and you laughed together softly.

The two of you sat together on the couch. Your eyes gazed to the TV to see her watching Crazy Rich Asians. One of your favorite movies of all time. The screen was showing the montage of Rachel trying on all the different dresses for the wedding.

“This movie is a masterpiece,” you tell her.

She nods, “This is my first time watching it and I’m completely sold,” 

“Oh, you haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. The wedding scene is-” you put your fingers to your lips and kiss them, “Chef’s kiss!” 

“Hmm, I’ll have to take your word for it,” she said.

You continued watching as the wedding scene started. Lexi’s eyes were glued to the TV, but yours kept drifting towards Lexi. The way she watched intently as Kina Grannis started singing “Can’t Help Falling In Love”.

The scene ends and she looks at you, tears boarded at her eyes, “Why am I going to cry?” she laughed.

“Because it’s one of the most beautiful scenes in history,” you told her. 

The two of you just stared at each other. Her doe brown eyes were captivating and you couldn’t help your eyes from drifting down to her lips. There was a moment where you thought she did the same thing. 

The door bust open filled with laughter and Cassie and Maddy’s eyes landed on the two of you, “Hey Y/N, sorry I’m late. I see my sister was able to keep you company,”

“Oh yeah, Lexi was great. It was nice meeting you, I’ll see you around,” you told her. 

You see, my best friend Lexi developed a crush on Y/N right after that. But despite me and Jules telling her constantly that she felt the same way, Lexi still thought that you fell for her blonde sister and not her. 

“Cassie! I am not telling your sister that I like her. She does not feel the same way that I do. I am not going to risk my friendship that I’ve built with her and you,” you told her as the two of you laid on the bed in her bedroom.

She looked at you with her blue eyes like you were on drugs, “Are you kidding me right now? You sound like you just bought something from Fez. I’ve never seen my sister look at anyone the way she looks at you. You need to stop being a fucking coward and just tell her how you feel,”

“Okay, what if she does want to be my girlfriend? What if something bad happens? I lose the both of you and I can’t do that. I don’t want you to choose between me and your own sister,” you whispered.

Your heads were slightly tilted towards each other as you just stared at her, “I think you need to take advice from your favorite movie: you’re not playing to win, you’re playing to not lose. So play to win. Don’t think about the what if’s and even if things go south with my sister, I found a sister in you. You’re not gonna lose me either,” she said, “You’re one of my favorite people in the entire world, possibly my favorite, don’t tell Maddy that though. I love you so much Y/N,”

Little did the two of you know that Lexi was at the door way. She didn’t hear anything besides that you’re Cassie’s favorite person and that she loves you. 

“Awww someone loves me,” you nudge her shoulder, “But I’m for sure going to tell Maddy that I’m your favorite person. She’ll have a field day with that one,”

She pushed your face away from her, “You will not! I’ll just tell Lexi myself then,” 

You gasped, “You wouldn’t dare!” 

“Then you do it!” she exclaimed. 

Lexi avoided Y/N after that day. She also avoided Cassie. The two girls didn’t know why the brunette Howard was avoiding them. All they knew was that she avoided them every chance that she got.

It broke Y/N’s heart. She was finally ready to tell Lexi how she felt. And now, she wants nothing to do with her. No more movie nights. No more random ice cream days. But rather, Y/N going over to visit Cassie and being disappointed when their mom would answer the door and not Lexi.

You finally caught up to her as she was trying to sprint past you in the hallway. You grabbed her wrist and she looked back at you. The first time actually seeing those beautiful eyes of hers in weeks.

“What did I do? I understand if you don’t want to talk to me. I understand if you don’t want to be my friend, but please just tell me what I did. That’s the least I deserve,” you whispered, your voice breaking at the thought of losing one of your best friends. 

She shook her head, “Nothing, you didn’t do anything,” 

“I obviously did something, you’re not talking to me!” you exclaimed. 

Lexi broke free of your grasp, “You don’t need me Y/N. You have my sister. Cassie always wins. She’s always been in the spotlight. She always gets the guys and girls. Everyone I’ve ever liked, she went for them. And she always wins. I just thought for once that I mattered. That for once, the person I fell in love with chose me, but I guess I was wrong,” 

She stormed away and you were left with your mouth agape. Everything she said twirling in your brain. You immediately told Cassie all of it and your brain worked together to try and figure out a way to win her back. Until it all finally clicked.

You stood outside in the backyard of the Howard’s house. A slip n slide was in the path leading to you, switch on candles. You sat on the opposite side with a guitar in your hand. Luckily, you can play. 

Singing on the other hand, well let’s just hope it goes well.

“Cassie, I already said I don’t want to talk to you! You can’t bribe me with Bob Ross tutorials!” Lexi’s voice echoed as she closed the backyard door. 

She spotted you sitting there and she was immediately about to go inside when you yelled out to her, “Lexi please! Just let me explain, it’ll take maybe three or four minutes of your time,” 

Lexi walked down the slip n slide, but not before falling on her butt and sliding towards you. You let out a roar of a laugh as she finally reached down to you. She tried hard to fight off a laugh and a smile, but you could see it faintly. 

When you finally came down from your high she looked at you with raised eyebrows, “Well, I’m waiting,” 

You started playing the guitar. The melody you learned just hours before playing from the guitar. You took in a deep breath as you started singing the infamous song that got you to fall in love with her in the first place. 

“So, take my hand, take my whole life too. For, I can’t help falling in love with you. For, I can’t help falling in love with you,” you finish the song.

The two of you look at each other as you place your guitar down next to you, “You do matter to me, Lexi. More than you know. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you, but ever since the first night I met you I’ve always been in love with you,” 

“Cassie actually told me that I need to play to win. And if I had to slip on my ass a thousands times trying to set up this low budget recreation of the wedding scene in Crazy Rich Asians, I would. I did it because I need to win your heart, because Lexi, you already have mine,” 

A small smile breaks out onto her face as she closes the distance between the two of you. She kissed you ever so softly as you tasted the sweet taste of her lips. 

“And you have mine,” 

[marshmallow-rainbow139]

we'll meet again (Mikasa Ackerman x Jean Kirstein)

Summary: Old age is cruel

Word Count: 2127

Trigger Warning: Death

...

Old age was cruel to Jean.

The gray hair and the wrinkles made him unrecognizable. He wondered if younger Jean would have been able to recognise him at first glance. His elderly appearance reminded Jean of his own grandfather. Or would he think it was another random old man with death knocking on his door? 

Jean wondered if she would recognise him.

Everything ached.

He could barely move without something hurting. His back hurt. Old wounds that he received in his youth flared up. He could no longer trust his legs and relied mostly on his cane to walk around. It was difficult to breathe sometimes. Every time he let out a breath, it sounded like the whistle of a train.

At 79 years old, Jean Kirstein just wanted his life to end.

He remained most of his days in the home where he had used to live with Mikasa and his three children. Now it 's empty. There’s no sound of children giggling. No sound of little feet running around. No sound of her humming in the kitchen while cooking. All of his children had grown and lived their own lives. Marco was a painter who lived outside the island. Sasha was a diplomat, just like him, and who worked together with Abigail, Armin and Annie’s daughter. Hideko was a popular writer in Hizuru.

All of his children had children of their own. 2 granddaughters and 2 grandsons. Marco’s son, Gabriel. Sasha’s twins, Philippa and Samantha. Hideko’s son, Haru, All of them with their own lives and careers.

Even with their busy schedules and hectic lives, they came to him for his 79th birthday. All of them except Samantha, who couldn't come because of a medical emergency. Jean couldn’t remember the last time he properly celebrated his birthday, but that one he is going to hold dearly to his earth for the rest of his now short life.

Three months after his birthday, at the beginning of summer. Jean spent most of his mornings on the porch, sitting on his rocking chair, drinking lemonade and reading the paper with his old labrador, Missy, a gift from Marco to keep him company after Mikasa’s death, when he heard the sound of a car coming up the old path.

He looked up from his paper and saw a gray car approaching. The sun made it impossible to see who was inside. The door opened and out came a black-haired woman, and for one second, Jean thought he saw Mikasa before his eyes, but the woman turned around and he realized it was not her, but he wasn’t disappointed because it was his granddaughter, Samantha. She looked beautiful with her loose black hair and summer dress.

She approaches him with a smile on her face, just like Mikasa’s.

"Hello, Grandpa." She said, climbing the porch’s steps. "Hello, Missy!" She said, with a high-pitched voice, while kneeling in front of the dog and petting her. Missy’s tail thumped against the wood floor as she received attention.

She straightened herself and leaned to kiss Jean’s cheek.

"Hello, pumpkin. How are you?" He asked.

"Oh fine, I'm a little tired from the trip. How are you?"

"I’m alright." He answered.

Samantha raised her brow. She was just like her grandmother; you couldn’t hide anything from her.

Jean sighed. "The doctor said that my blood pressure is low and that I should refrain myself from doing extreme activities."

Samantha’s expression turned sad. "Oh, grandpa! You know that you can call any of us. Especially Phillippa, she's a doctor."

"Your sister is studying to be a doctor, and I don’t want to worry any of you." Jean explained. "Don’t worry! There’s a young boy who comes and helps around the house, especially the garden. I don’t want your grandmother hunting my nightmares because the garden is not being taken care of. Aside from the kids, that garden was her pride and joy."

"You pay him?"

"Eh, some bucks here and there. He’s a nice kid and has a green thumb."

Samantha looked over her shoulder at the car. She looked back at him and smiled, almost mischievously. He knew that smiled, she would simply like that to her cousins and sister and pull out a lizard behind her back. He could still hear the shrieks in his head. He remembered thinking someone had broken a bone.

"I’ll be right back." She said and moved to her car.

Jean watched her as she opened the passenger door and pulled out a basket. She walked back and laid the basket on the step. Jean’s heart skipped a beat when he saw what was inside: a baby.

"Grandpa." Samantha started and lifted the baby and held it to her chest. The baby looked at least three months old. It had a head full of black hair. "This is Benjamin. Benjamin, this is Great-Grandpa Jean."

Jean was shocked. He blurted out the first thing that came out of his mouth. "Samantha Truman, did you steal that baby?"

Samantha looked at him with wide eyes. "What kind of question is that?! Where would I steal a baby?"

"There are plenty of places out there!"

Samantha rolled her eyes and shifted the baby so that their faces were side by side. "Tell me you can’t see the similarities? Do I need to search for my baby pictures for you to see it?"

Jean looked at them. Now he could see it. They did look alike.

Then it hit him. He was looking at his great-grandson.

"Why did nobody tell me you were pregnant?! Why was I kept in the dark?!"

"In my defense, by the time I found out I was pregnant, I was already six months along, and I asked mom and Phillipa not to tell you or anyone in the family. I wanted to be surprised."

"Philippa managed to keep it a secret?" He asked, with an eyebrow raised. His oldest granddaughter was someone who couldn’t hold a secret even if her life depended on it.

"I’m surprised as well. The exams must have kept her mind occupied."

Jean chuckled. "So... Am I the first to meet Benjamin?"

"Yup. Here." She said and put the baby in Jean's arms before he could protest.

Jean looked at the baby and felt a sense of deja vu. His mind flashes back to holding his three children and four grandchildren when they were newborns. With his wrinkled hand, he grabbed his great-grandson’s little hand. The baby quickly latched onto his finger. The familiar strength brought tears into his eyes that he couldn’t hold back.

He couldn't believe it. He lived long enough, longer than his friends, to hold his great grandson. He lived longer than his wife. Jean thinks that Mikasa would have immediately taken Benjamin out of the basket and doted on him without even asking questions.

Jean peppered the baby’s head with kisses.

…

Jean insisted on Samantha staying with him.

While she cooked dinner for them, he gave Benjamin the bottles. Jean felt young again when he took care of Benny.

At night, he put the baby to sleep and bid goodnight to Samantha.

For some reason, he felt more tired than usual. He quickly went to bed and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he felt... better. It's like a weight has been taken off of him.

He heard a sound from downstairs.

"Samantha?" He called out, but there was no answer. He got up, and when he took a step forward, he realized that his legs were not shaking, they felt stable. He took one more step and felt no struggle. Feeling that there was no need to use the cane, he left the room.

He went down the stairs. The living room light was on.

"Sam?" He called out once again.

He went inside.

And his heart stopped.

"Mikasa?" He whispered.

There she was. In her youthful appearance. In their living room.

She smiled at him. "Hi."

Jean almost felt like crying. He had almost forgotten her voice.

He approached her and touched her cheek. For one moment, he expected her to turn into dust or disappear, but she didn’t. She was there.

"Am I dreaming?" He asked.

She shook her head.

He’s not dreaming.

That can mean only one thing.

"Am I dead?" He asked.

She smiled sadly, closed her eyes, almost like she was in pain, and nodded.

Jean let out a shaky breath and hugged her. She quickly wrapped her arms around him. He looked up and caught sight of himself in the mirror. All the wrinkles were gone, and he was young again. He is the same age he was when he started his romantic relationship with Mikasa.

He was dead.

He doesn't know how to feel about it.

As a young boy, he was waiting for it.

As an old man, he was waiting for the sweet release of death.

He’s here. He's holding her again in his arms.

He took a step back and gave her a proper look. He cupped her cheek and rubbed it with his thumb.

He put his forehead against hers. "Oh, my love. How much I missed you!" He whispered. He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead.

"Tell me everything." She said. "Tell me about our boy. Our girls. The children. How are they? Does Marco still paint? Does Sasha still argue with other politicians? Does Hideko still write?"

"Well." He started. "Marco has his own gallery. Sasha is loud as ever, she’s not letting anyone talk over her. Hideko published another romance. It got an award. Gabriel is traveling around the world. Philippa is studying medicine. Haru is almost graduating from school. He wants to be a translator. Sammy is a mom."

"Our Sammy is a mom?" She asked, almost on the verge of tears.

"Yes." He said. "A boy, Benjamin. He’s 3 months old."

"Benjamin." She whispered.

"He looks so much like Sammy at that age."

Realization hit him.

"Sammy is going to find my body." He said, with a mournful tone, already picturing his granddaughter’s face turned into an expression of grief.

"She’s a strong girl." Mikasa said. "I know she’s going to be strong. She’s not going to be alone."

Jean let out a heavy sigh and buried his face against her neck.

"Were you happy?" Mikasa asked. "After I… left."

Jean looked at her. "I was happy with our family, but I wanted to see you again every day."

Mikasa smiled at him with tears in her eyes. "I’m here."

"You’re here." He chuckled.

He closed his eyes and kissed her, and it brought him back to familiar feelings. The first time he kissed. The first time they kissed as a married couple. The thank you kiss he gave her every time she gave birth. Their last kiss before she died.

He felt at peace.

…

Samantha woke up earlier. Life with a baby has made her sleep schedule hectic.

Benjamin was still sleeping in his basket when she left the room.

She made breakfast for herself and put water and food in Missy’s bowl.

In the middle of the morning, that’s when Samantha started getting a gut feeling that something wasn’t right. She went to her grandfather’s door. She knocked and waited for an answer, but nothing came. She opened the door a little and poked her head inside.

"Grandpa?" She called out.

She came inside. Jean was in bed, asleep. She sat next to him.

"Grandpa?" She called him again and softly shook him.

He didn’t wake up. She put her head on his chest and tried to find the sound of his heartbeat. When she couldn’t hear anything, that's when she realized her grandfather was dead. Jean Kirstein is dead.

Tears and sobs started coming out of Samantha, and she buried her face in his chest.

It’s not fair.

She just got back and only had him for one day. She had a lot of things planned.

How is she going to tell her mom?

How is she going to tell her sister?

Her uncle?

Her aunt?

Her cousins?

After what seemed like an eternity, she lifted her head and looked at her grandfather’s face.

He had a small smile on his face. He looked peaceful, like he was having a good dream.

Samantha caressed his face and kissed his forehead.

She got up from the bed and opened the window.

Her sister once told her that in the hospital, after a patient dies, they open a window so that the soul can be free and enter the afterlife.

She closed her eyes and felt the summer breeze hit her face.

"Goodbye, Grandpa. Say hello to Nana for me. For all of us."

[oh-for-fic-sake]

How do you think Henry and his son would react to his wife being flirted by one of his sons friends

Just a random lil thought

Omg yes! Just a teeny drabble im afraid hun.

Warnings: swearing, suggestive behaviour

You huffed bringing in the shopping. It was that timemof year again. August. the month you absolutly dreaded every year. Not because you had your little batallion of children home from school. But it was the dreaded school shoe run. Normally you and henry split the trips for new uniforms bags and book cases between the two of you. But this year henry had got the chance of a life time. To actually plat Geralt of rivia, he was trying to get home before the first day of school always making a point to be there to drop off and pick up the kids on theirs first day back.

This year was a big year! Not only was our oldest leo starting his first year of college but another brave little spilder was starting her first year at primary school! Only two more to go and all seven members of the cavillry with be in school.

Yes. Seven. Your oldest had been a surprise baby screaming his way into your,lives very early. You'd only been dating four months when your little man was conceived. He was not so little anymore almost seventeen and the spitting image of his father and then you had another three boys 14,10 and 8 then your precious daughters who were 4 and 2 then your ten month old girl. Probably not your last if henry had anything to say aboht it.

Today had been the final trip with your brood to get the final little ones their school shoes. It had been hell. Ella was finally starting school and had threw a fit wanting sparkles instead of black leather.

"Leo...Leo?! You here?" You called out blindly to your teenage henry doppelganger whilst trying to wrangled the younger ones into the house without anyone dropping any bags that the children had insisted help carry in.

"Here mum! Comming" he called walking into the kitchen as you spun collecting the bags off the kids about to topple over. They tried bless them but they were still clumsy. You huffed as he rounded the corner quickly rushing to take some of the bags and set them on the counter.

You groaned seeing ella had dropped her bag and was sitting o the floor tongue out in concentration trying to pop her new shoes on. Honestly it took seconds for a cavill kid to start another adventure.

"No no Ella, those are for school!" You fretted looking to and fro for someone large enough to hold your youngest Amber, who was on your hip. You spun and saw Charlie Leo's freind from school and without a thought passed Amber to him with a quick. 'Hold her for a mineut' before ducking down to ella whose skin had just been pinched by her shoe buckle and set her off.

"Wow mrs cavill~ lookin good" you rolled your eyes huffing under your breath. Charlie was harmless, a little flirt that liked teasing you.

"Oi thats my mum you prick" leo growled out at him trying to fish out a juice box for your toddler that was bordering a fit because her apple juice wasnt in her hand yet and she was 'fuwsty leo now!'

"Leo language!" You scolded him lightly but werent really paying much attention, as ashamed as you were you knew the kids heard plenty of swear words when you argued with your alexa.

"What im just giving the woman a compliment" You ignored everything kissing ellas hand better and teasingnthe new shoes off of her kicking feet as the created a fuss.

"Stop oogling her ass!" Leo shouted making you grunt and pick up ella who was crying she needed a plaster. You shook your head at her and picked her up insisting she just needed to run some cold water on her ouchie.

"Im not!"

"Yes you were!"

"I wasnt" you finally had enough and spared a glance over your shoulder seeing our other children were all queing behind you with various snacks asking if they could open them now. Amber was still on Charlie's hip but was looking about ready to cry. It was your own fault. They had all wanted mac Donald's but you just didn't have the energy to deal with the happy meal freak outs over toys so had declined and they were all pent up and 'starving'

"Boys please!? I have enough to deal with dont add bitching teens to the list" you pleaded nodding your head to the chaos around you. Even Kals had joined the back of the queue waiting for a treat, because you always got him a treat when you went shopping.

"Sorry mum" leo said and quickly began opening snacks and telling the kids to go eat in the den nicely quickly thinning out the herd. And you got back to work helping ella who was still demanding a plaster. You hung our head, there will be no peace untill she had a plaster.

You dropped down crouching under the sink for the medical box to give her a plaster in the hopes of having a little peace and quiet.

"Sorry Mrs C... you know your looking pretty stressed you ever need help with anything around here im down. And i do mean anything Mrs C" you froze. Now that was new. Harmless flirting was fine, he was a kid. But actually propositioning you? That was crossing the line. You reversed out of the cupboard to give the boy a cool 'mum' stare until he apologised. But leo had already beat you to it bellowing at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK-ugh!?" The sound was cut of by a choking sound and before you could even get a word in another voice carried through the kitchen.

"I'm sure you would be round here like a shot, but as you can see from our large brood she is well taken care of, speaking of which i will take that" you spun around in time to see henry glowering at the teen scooping up Amber who's tantrum had subsided at seeing her daddy. Henry's fist was slowly releasing the scruff of Leo's tshirt and dragging him firmly back your son was seething at his friend. It was clear the sound you heard was henry quickly apprehending his son before he could beat his friend to a pulp.

"Oh i rr shit didnt see you there" charlie stuttered flushing red and sweating nervously he looked terrified. But then again henry was giving the boy a death glare. You didn't even have the balls to interrupt your husband, he was that angry.

"Clearly, becuase i dont think youd ever stare at my wifes ass like that if you knew i was here." Henry growled standing tall making himself a huge as humanly possible. He looked terrifying even with a baby hanging off his hip cooing at him.

"Oh i wasnt er.. i mean err sorry sir" charlie too,a few steps back suddenly very pale and frightened.

"Apology accepted, but dont do it again, that ass is mine- that woman is mine. She is my wife and your freinds mother and little lads like you will never ever ever get a look in." Henry seethed not taking his eyes off the teen. Before the boy could say sorry again henry continued.

"I dont appreciate you disrespecting her like that, you do it again and we will be having a stern chat. You understand where I'm coming from?" Your husbands growl sounded monstrous cool and calculated. And down right haunting.

"Yes sir"

"Im clear?" Henry asked tilting his head to the side still doing everything he could to intimidate the boy.

"Crystal"

"Good. Leo why dont you and your school freind go to the den for a bit" henry said speaking to his son but still watching charlie

"Nah. Ive got homework. You should go charlie" leos voice came out icey and fierce. Much like his father. Charlie practically sprinted for the door leaving with a quick 'your right bye'

It was the sharp slam of the front door that made you huff and quirk a brow at the two 'manly men'

"What?!" Henry and leo both asked you as you stared at them unimpressed. You ended up shaking your head muttering 'bloody cavills' under your breath as you tore open the princess plaster for ella who was now kicking the water in the sink.

"Leo, here take amber and keep the others busy" henry said quickly pacing amber to the teen then plucked ella out of the sink pressing kisses to her cheeks before setting her on the floor.

"Dad, it wasnt mum she didnt-" leo started getting worried you were about to have a fight or something.

"I know son, but prevention is better than cure~" henry hummed wrapping an arm around you dragging you closer.

"Wha?" Leo frowned not following the shift in mood.

"A reminder to your little freinds might help them remember their place~" henry chuckled prodding your side making you giggle and bat at him softly.

"Reminder?" Leo asked again still confused, the poor sod had no idea what he was walking into.

"A baby bump"

"Oh god! No not again! Dad you have seven!?" Leo started 'heaving' and yelled

"Yeah not exactly a rugby team is it, remember we don't do half measures in this house!" Henry called out as leo grasped Ella's hand and 'ran' for the safety of the den leaving both you and henry aline in the kitchen.

"Hello wife" he purred leani g down pressjng a ling kiss to your lips.

"Hello indeed~" you hummed back pressing up against him.

"Anything frozen?" He asked nodding to the bags wanting to know if anything desperately needed to be put away this instant.

"Nope" you grinned popping the p with a giggle

"Good lets go!" Henry huffed quickly picking you up and headingnto the pantry

"Oh the pantry~ you spoil me mr cavill"

"Damn right i do woman get in the cupboard!" He growled playfully darting into the pantry for a quicky.