#thanks for reminding me of this actu

[kingcunny]

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wdym. this is exactly whats happening at harrenhal

if youre a GENIUS like me then you see the mother/daughterism of daemon/viserys and know that in daemons mind the parent/child incest taboo has already been broken since viserys is his Mother and theyve been sleeping together since…..

[remeberm3]

s’mores | k.m

⎯⎯“Nothing,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’re just more captivating than the stars, that’s all.”

warnings: flufffffff

Convincing Klaus Mikaelson to go camping had been an uphill battle. Scratch that—it had been a mountainous battle, complete with eye rolls, dramatic sighs, and no fewer than five complaints about mosquitoes before you’d even left the driveway.

“This is barbaric,” Klaus muttered as he helped you set up the tent in the middle of a secluded clearing.

“It’s not barbaric,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “It’s nature. People have been doing this for centuries.”

“Yes, and we invented houses for a reason,” he shot back, glaring at the tent poles like they’d personally offended him.

“Oh, come on,” you said, nudging him with your elbow. “Even the mighty Klaus Mikaelson can’t resist the charm of sleeping under the stars.”

“I can resist it quite easily, thank you,” he said, though there was the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his lips. “Remind me again why we couldn’t just look at the stars from the comfort of our home. With wine. And a bed.”

“Because this is an experience, Klaus,” you said, grinning as you adjusted the tent fabric. “Besides, I’ll bet you’ve never roasted marshmallows over a campfire before.”

“I’ve roasted a lot of things over fires, love,” he said, smirking. “But marshmallows weren’t among them.”

You groaned. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you adore me,” he quipped, leaning down to kiss your forehead before returning to his task.

Despite his grumbling, Klaus was surprisingly good at setting up camp. Within half an hour, the tent was up, the sleeping bags were unrolled, and the campfire was crackling merrily in the center of the clearing.

“You know,” you said as you sat cross-legged by the fire, poking at the flames with a stick, “for someone who claims to hate camping, you’re doing a pretty good job.”

“I’m a man of many talents,” Klaus said, settling down beside you. “But let’s not make this a habit, hmm? I’m indulging you this once.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, smirking. “We’ll see.”

༊*·˚

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you pulled out the bag of marshmallows, along with some chocolate and graham crackers.

“Time to roast marshmallows!” you said, handing Klaus a stick.

He held it gingerly, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. “I still don’t see the appeal of this.”

“Trust me, you’ll love it,” you said, spearing a marshmallow onto your stick and holding it over the fire.

Klaus followed your lead, though he kept his marshmallow a cautious distance from the flames.

“You’re supposed to get it closer,” you said, laughing. “It’s not going to bite you.”

“I’d rather not set it on fire,” he said dryly.

“That’s part of the fun!”

You leaned over to help him adjust his stick, and in the process, your own marshmallow caught fire.

“See?” Klaus said, smirking as you frantically blew it out. “This is why I was keeping mine away.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, peeling off the charred outer layer and popping it into your mouth. “It’s still good.”

By the time you finished making s’mores, the sky had turned a deep indigo, the first stars twinkling into view. Klaus seemed to forget his earlier complaints as he leaned back against a log, his eyes fixed on the heavens.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you said, lying back on the blanket you’d spread out on the grass.

Klaus hummed in agreement, his gaze soft as he looked at the constellations. “It is,” he said, though you noticed his eyes drifting toward you more often than the sky.

“What?” you asked, catching him staring.

“Nothing,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’re just more captivating than the stars, that’s all.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you laughed to cover your embarrassment. “You’re such a sap sometimes.”

“Only for you, love,” he said, his voice soft but sincere.

You turned onto your side, propping your head up on your hand as you looked at him. “So, does this mean you’re actually enjoying yourself?”

He sighed dramatically, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement. “I suppose it’s tolerable.”

“Wow,” you said, grinning. “High praise from Klaus Mikaelson.”

He chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You know I’d endure far worse if it meant making you happy.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in to kiss him softly. “Good,” you whispered against his lips. “Because I’m already planning our next camping trip.”

Klaus groaned, flopping back onto the blanket. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Not likely,” you said, lying back down beside him. “You’re immortal, remember?”

“An unfortunate fact,” he said, though his hand found yours, his fingers lacing with yours effortlessly.

The two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the crackling of the fire and the chirping of crickets the only sounds around you. Klaus pointed out a few constellations, his voice soft and melodic as he told you their stories.

Eventually, you drifted off to sleep under the stars, your head resting on Klaus’s shoulder. And as he held you close, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing, he found himself silently thanking the universe for giving him this moment with you—marshmallows, campfire smoke, and all.

[alittlesongbirdchirps]

🪶Pests 

Part 2: Learning.

Summary: Unfortunately, Bruce Is beginning to learn more about these borrowers.

Notes: If you don't like references to dehumanisation and cruelty, please skip. As well as trauma talk.

Previous/Next Part

They had gotten Bruce pretty far and avoided any people. Thankful. They stopped briefly for the night, and Jason was bored.

"Teach me something."

The boy demanded.

Bruce raised an eyebrow and almost scoffed.

"You promised, so teach me something."

Bruce sighed, standing up, and Jason looked excited, while Dick watched curiously from afar.

"Imagine you are bleeding severely from here. What do you do?"

He pointed to Jason's stomach, whose face fell.

"Uh, just wait for the embrace of death?"

Bruce's face faltered briefly.

"No."

He grunted in annoyance.

"You keep pressure on it, put your hands on the wounds before going to the--"

He was going to say hospital, but that wouldn't be an option for them, nor would needle and thread.

"Depending on the wound, you could use fire to close it as long as it's not too big, or you can—"

He cut himself off thinking with a hmmm, what would they use for a needle and thread?

"You stopped functioning, huh?"

Jason teased him smugly.

Bruce scoffed before shaking his head and picking up a small piece of wood; it would be like a prick for him if he was back to his normal size.

"Use a thorn or sharpen a piece of wood until it's small and sharp enough to pierce through the skin."

Jason's face scrunched up in disgust.

"Then what?"

Dick asked. Coming over, Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"You take some grass, thin it, and—"

He picked up some of the grass, thinning it into a string, and then he took the small piece of wood from earlier.

"Then you do this over the wound."

He makes a motion on his skin, not piercing it, but enough for an example.

"It will close the wound. I suggest doing this with clean hands and no dirt, or you'll get sick."

Dick nodded as he listened, whereas Jason just ran off, bored, to another area.

"Sorry about him. He has a short attention span."

Bruce nodded hesitantly; Jason, despite being a borrower, reminded him of an actual human kid.

It's almost worrying how human-like borrowers seemed to be. It would mean he allowed innocents to be hurt, children because he and society saw them as pests. He hoped somewhat this was a one-off; he looked back at Jason, who was now playing with a giant ladybug.

Bruce was glad that he wasn't any smaller knowing what he knew about ladybugs and other insects.

"Did they take your tail?"

Dick asks out of nowhere.

"Pardon?"

"You heard me."

He stared at Jason's tail and then at Dick's. He didn't notice it earlier, but Dick's tail didn't move naturally, more like some type of costume tail he'd seen on Halloween, and when he kept looking, he noticed it didn't look natural either in comparison to Jason's. And as he continued to stare, Dick moved uncomfortably under his stare.

"Jason and I aren't actually brothers."

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed. Why would he tell him that there was something he was missing? Context, clues?

The fake tail, the social awareness to stop Jason from being rude earlier, and understanding what Bruce was explaining in comparison to Jason. Bruce's eyes widen.

"Are you actu—?"

He was cut off as the whole area began to shake.

"Dick!?"

Jason cried, running over to Dick and hugging him tightly. Dick lightly touched the back of Jason's head, worry on his face.

"What's going on?"

Bruce asked, preparing to defend.

Dick's face looked upset and serious.

"Gotham City regular pest control."

Bruce looked confused before his eyes widened. Borrowers were considered worse than rats because they were somewhat more sentient and sneakier, so Gotham and other cities made pest control to kill borrowers specifically.

Bruce quickly pulled Dick along with Jason.

"This way."

he shouted before clarifying as he dragged them.

"Earlier, when we arrived here, I made sure to scan for all exits and noted them down."

And just as he pulled them through one of the small tunnels made by most likely bugs, the area they were previously in filled with gas.

They barely made it by the skin of their necks. He hopes he will reach the manor soon and return to normal.

(Sorry it took so long. XD Hope, you enjoyed it. Remember, for any Au's or ideas, you can send an ask.)

STILL NOT CONFIDENT WITH MY GRAMMER AND WRITING LOL.

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May the Chaotic Singer's Story

I know the likelihood of you actu Please bear with me, my skill lies in singing and artwork (drawing/painting) I'm a dreadful writer.

I wanted to thank you and explain just how big this book may be to other abused souls out there. This book hit me as hard as reading Eldest since my riding accident in 2009.

Your most recent book, Murtagh, hit home big time. Your portrayal of Murtagh and Thorn's struggle with PTSD and prior abuses really reached my heart and soul. How it took Murtagh starting to die for Thorn to push past his fear reminded me how my sister saved me then how I was ready to run with her to ensure she never got physically harmed. I thought I was about to die one day at the hands of egg-donor. My put her own well-being at risk and it snapped me out of my fear. I started planning on how to run away with my sis next time we were up there.... It's like an hour drive from where we lived with Dad and we didn't know the way well but I didn't care. The physical and other worse abuse I could handle for myself but not my younger sister. (I was 14 she was turning 12 that fall). We never went back because Dad found out and of course protected us. He's an amazing Dad, just abusers are very good at hiding what they do.

I was only able to break 14 years of utter fear of that monster for someone I loved and would give my life for. That whole part where Thorn breaks that barrier in his mind I cried, a lot. I wish this book had been out when I was still in HS (graduated in 07) because maybe it would have kick started my healing earlier... But even now at 34 this book will help my journey to continue healing. 

I'm still the black sheep, the most disliked in my family. I feel I'll never be truly loved by anyone by my Dad, my sister and her kids. I'll always be the outcast, especially thanks to being forced to do bad things due to pure terror of what IT would do to me. I still deal with people IT fooled into thinking she was some amazing person and mother.... I try to set the record straight but with people are so blinded.

Since I mentioned Eldest... That book didn't start hitting me as hard until after I developed Atypical Trigeminal Neuralgia on both sides after being thrown from my scared mare. - totally my fault for taking a skittish Arabian mare out on a windy day without locking the dogs up. The part where Eragon explains what it is like to fear moving wrong as the pain can trigger at anytime and for seemingly no reason.... I lived that every day since Oct of 09 to my 2 surgeries in 2021... And from July 2023 to current. The pain being called The Obliterator.... I shared a couple quotes with other TN sufferers and they had to know what author had such insight to chronic pain. A few said they'd be checking the books due to the insight that book showed. 

Thank you, this was absolutely the book I needed to read right now. Your writing again gave me inspiration again to draw, and that's been somewhat rare in years to feel inspired.

You are helping people with your books. I can't wait to see what else this series brings, what your amazing mind and writing brings.

Thank you

~ May the chaotic singer

[ghoulfr13nd]

hi!!! this is the playlist anon from before, back to gush over ur music taste! (and i'm sorry this is gonna be a long ask fgdsafjksdh) your playlist was like a godsend in finding some good new music! and i will gladly say what i enjoyed about it! :D first, you reminded me about Metric! i mean- ok, Nimona reminded me about them first when they played Gold Guns Girls (i had a blast during this scene btw dgsh) but it was your playlist that made me really return to them and look more into their music more xD like, when i was listening to Now or Never Now i was like, oh this is so good whats the band and i was shocked it was Metric i had to double check fdsagj this song has just such a different feel than what i remember from them! thanks to you i've been listening to Art of Doubt and i think it's my fave album from them! second, Will Wood, Modest Mouse, Of Monsters and Men, The Crane Wives and Lemon Demon are also always a win in my book! fsdjsdf third, i discovered a lot of new artists thanks to you! but man, if i mentioned all the songs that ur playlist made me discover and add to my faves on spotify i'd have to mention like 90% of the playlist fasdhdfs but my absolute faves are probably the previously mentioned Metric songs, Lessons Learned by Matt and Kim, Boy by Ra Ra Riot, The Distance by Aly & AJ, Quiet Little Voices by We Were Promised Jetpacks (the delicate 'Crunch' on the guiter in this one is delicious!) and Shark Attack by GROUPLOVE in short: great playlist! thought about making/sharing more??? asking for a friend! 👀 (and oh man my music taste is all over the place I can listen to anything so recommending songs and judging what is good is hard fasdgjk but maybe something close in the vibes of ur playlist! hmmm you might already know it but ever heard about Fish in the Birdcage? (i mean the song but it's also a band xd) i had it on constant repeat for so long i love it so much i definitely reccomend it and their music in general! alsooo, maybe Be Good by Dominik Dudek, and sail away by lovelytheband? also idk if it'd be in ur style but this song has been on my constant repeat for the past week so: Great Time To Be Human by Jagwar Twin :D)

oh man ok ok ok

I LOVE Metric!! theyre one of the bands my brother and I both really like and we’ve been to one of their concerts — it was so good! (if youre interested in how that went I took a video of them playing Black Sheep!) I went absolutely rabid when I heard it in Nimona (NIMONA IS SO GOOD!!!!!!)

Will Wood’s IN CASE I DIE album was a huge point of obsession for me last year. my friends were deeply concerned about the amount of times I listened to Cicada Days (Live at Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA)

THRILLED TO KNOW YOU ENJOY MATT AND KIM THOUGH!!! ABSOLUTE REQUIRED LISTENING FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO KNOW ME. they were my FAVORITE band in high school and college, and I had several of their albums that I played in my car!! highly highly recommend Cameras and Silver Tiles by them (and also just the whole Sidewalks album!)

I’m crazy about my playlists and will absolutely never turn down the chance to share them so here are a few!

March March March March is what I was listening to in - you guessed it - March!

October feels different this year. is one of my favorite playlists from 2023. it has some overlap with my gender playlist and in general is just really close to my heart. (The Milk Carton by Madilyn Mei had been a HUGE obsession for me I LOVE that song)

if you want a wildly different vibe rat nao is my country music playlist (I Am Not Immune To Being A Southerner) (there’s also a little bitty bit of overlap with my October playlist!) (its not 100% country but its all songs that make my accent terribly thick)

a heart’s a heavy burden is my other pinned playlist on Spotify and it’s all of the songs (more or less, approximately) every song I’ve ever cried to

Quintessential Listening is my abridged music taste from my entire life and its a VERY LONG PLAYLIST that I don’t actually recommend unless you want a lot to choose from and/or have a deeper understanding of me as a person (I made this playlist for fun I admittedly dont listen to it much fjskfjdj) (fun fact nobody asked for but I love sharing: my 4th birthday party was themed after Somebody To Call My Lover by Janet Jackson) (ALSO the picture for this playlist is a collage of photos I myself have taken!)

you by no means have to listen to all of these I just wanted to give you choices. additionally, feel free to just go poke around my profile. all my playlists are public! i make a lot though and not all of them actually get listened to gjdkdkdk

i AM familiar with Fish in a Birdcage!!!! I love the song and also the band - my favorite song by them though is Rule #13 - Waterfall. my friend Kit is more into them than I am, I think, admittedly, but I still really enjoy them! if you like them, I’ll recommend the same songs I did for Kit (November by Sparkbird — The Room Is Filled With People That Love You by Foresight — So Alright, Cool, Whatever by The Happy Fits)

I’m not familiar with the other three songs, so I listened to them on my drive to work this morning. They were fun, I enjoyed listening to them!

Funnily enough, I’m going back to college this fall and I’ve had a hard time figuring out my feelings about it. my therapist told me to try making a playlist and I’ve been struggling to find songs that aptly convey how I feel. Sail Away is one of the first songs that’s clicked, so thank you!

I also listened to Great Time to be Human by Jagwar Twin (twice to make sure I absorbed it well) and it’s very fun!! it reminds me of Glass Animals (who I also really enjoy). actually rotated my friend’s ocs in my head a little bit to the chorus.

ALSO IF YOU WANT TO SEND ME A PLAYLIST, I WOULD LOVE THAT? no pressure to ofc but I love exchanges! I love sharing! I love learning about other people!

If you read all of this thank you for letting me ramble about music!!!!!!! I’m very intrinsically tied to my music taste and it makes me feel very seen to share it and for it to be enjoyed by others.

I hope you’re doing well and that you have a good day today!

[thecountoflondonfansite]

Hyde just huffed and rolled his eyes. It was clear to Archie that he still didn’t believe his words. Soon Silver Knight came by, carrying Patricia’s body which still freaked out the blonde man even though he knew what she was now. Jenkins gently placed Patricia’s body down and the ground. He then used his robotic suit to gently place Patricia’s head back onto her body. “Every time I still get a crank in my neck from doing that. You would think I’d be used to it by now.” Patricia half complained half joke as she adjusted her head back onto her body. “Thanks Silver Knight.” She spoke. “No problem.” Jenkins replied. Hyde felt a chill down his spine, he and Henry may have encountered the supernatural before but this was still unnerving to him seeing an undead person. “So, what kind of undead being are ye?” Hyde asked curiously yet he still maintained some caution. Patricia raised an eyebrow. “Technically I’m half undead but I’m not honestly sure myself. It was kind of a sudden experience. I’m surprised you have knowledge about the supernatural.” Patricia remarked. Hyde shrugged. “Ah have encountered a few different species in my time. That’s all ye lot are getting out of me.” Hyde replied. He wasn’t going to start acting chummy with these people especially when the spooky lady scared the living daylights out of him and Henry. Though he couldn’t help but be reminded of Dr. Maijabi with Miss Spectre’s nature and apparent knowledge of the paranormal. Patricia let out a sigh and looked at Hyde with some sympathy which caught the blonde off guard a bit. “Look, I understand what it’s like to be framed for a crime you didn’t commit. You want one person to believe you are innocent when everyone seems against you. I don’t know what happened at the jewelry store nor at the incident with the fire, but I swear that you will get a fair trial from the EVA. They may be angry at you right now but they aren’t unreasonable, well not all of them. My point is that if you cooperate, there is a strong possibility that the other villains will drop the matter and let you go free.” Hyde was stunned by Miss Spectre’s words. Her tone was genuine and personal, like she had gone through something similar to what Hyde was dealing with. ‘Ah think we can trust her, Edward.’ Henry spoke in a gentle tone. Hyde hated that he couldn’t help but agree with his counterpart in some way. “Alright, fine ah will go.” Hyde relented. “But ah don’t want Whiskers to manhandle me again if ah accidentally say something that will piss him off.” Dr. Arannae, Miss Spectre, and Silver Knight looked puzzled and concerned at what Hyde said. Well, Hyde assumed that the hero support guy had the same reaction. He really couldn’t tell. “What do you mean by manhandling you?” Archie asked. Hyde looked surprised. “Ye mean ye don’t know?” Hyde inquired. The others shook their heads. Hyde wanted to cackle. He was surprised Whiskers didn’t go spreading around about a villainous act he did. The blonde man decided to be petty and rub it in these three faces at how scary Whiskers really was. Hyde ignored Henry’s protests to drop the subject. It was payback time. “Yeah, Whiskers or as you know him, Dr. Two Brains nearly choked me with his arm when ah was only defending meself. It happened right after ah brought up that Maddrix fellow when ah was trying to tell him and the redundant lady that ah wasn’t as bad as him.” Behind the robotic mask, Jenkins was glaring at Hyde. He and the others easily assumed why Two Brains would react negatively when the blonde brought up the hero killer’s name so casually. “Well Mr. Hyde.” Jenkins spoke through gritted teeth. “You do realize that Fair City is where the majority of Maddrix’s Massacre took place. Not only a lot of heroes died but innocent civilians also passed away in the chaos. Did you ever consider that Dr. Two Brains reacted negatively to you mentioning Maddrix because he might have lost someone close to him on that terrible day?” Hyde paused. He, actually never considered it.  @unhingedexperimenter

(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter

Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”

@thecountoflondonfansite

[lpham2525]

To Love is to Suffer

***Inspired by Love and Death (1975) 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of war and trauma.

INT. ANIMATION STUDIO – NIGHT. 

FRANKY: So, Twilight, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something. 

LOID: Is this about the listening device you’ve been promising me? 

FRANKY: No. 

LOID: Or the dating simulation program you’ve been building? 

FRANKY: HELL NO. How did you even find out—you know what? I don’t want to know. 

LOID: Okay, is it the fact that you’re running low on tobacco supplies? 

FRANKY: Also no, but thanks for reminding me. I’ll make a note to go check on it. 

LOID: What’s this about then?  

FRANKY: It’s about the sneaking suspicion I have that you might be...falling in love with your family. 

LOID: What. 

FRANKY: See, I knew you’d do that. 

LOID: Do what? 

FRANKY: That deadpan, non-committal thing you do when you don’t want to admit to something that’s so obvious even a blind bat can see it. 

LOID: Franky, we’ve been over this. You know what we are. You know the work we do. You know how every single one of these missions ends. This one is no different. People like you and I? We can’t afford feelings. We can’t afford mistakes. We sure as hell can’t afford... 

FRANKY: Love? 

LOID: Yes. That. 

FRANKY: You’re so deep into it, you can’t even say it. 

LOID: I can say it. 

FRANKY: Okay, say it then.   

LOID: What is this, grade school? 

FRANKY: SAY IT OR I’M GOING TO CALL YOU OUT ON THE STUPID EMOTION YOU’VE BEEN HIDING FROM THIS ENTIRE MISSION. 

LOID: *hesitates, the word heavy on his tongue, the implications heavy in his heart* 

LOID: Love. We sure as hell can’t afford to love. 

FRANKY: Well, if you can’t afford to love, what’s all this then?

FRANKY: *gestures to LOID’s stubble and tousled hair and disheveled appearance* 

LOID: I don’t follow.  

FRANKY: You don’t think that you're putting a bit...too much into this? 

LOID: If this helps Anya learn, then it’s worth it. After all, as a spy— 

FRANKY: Yes, yes, I know. “As a spy, I must do all I can to ensure the success of the mission.” 

LOID: Precisely. The fact that I'm putting in extra effort means that I’m dedicated to the mission at hand. It's not a reflection of how I feel at all. 

FRANKY: Yeah, sure...  

FRANKY: *rolls his eyes, then straightens up as he mentally shifts gears* 

FRANKY: You’re right. Of course you’re right. I mean, just because you’re going above and beyond doesn’t mean that you’re developing any real attachment to anything.  

LOID: Exactly. Like I said, if this helps Anya do better in school, then it will culminate in an Imperial Scholarship. That will help me reach my target, and ultimately, prevent a war. This is all for the sake of the greater good.  

FRANKY: I couldn’t have said it better myself. After all, our job is to end or even prevent world suffering, and this... 

FRANKY: *gestures to the studio and the towering stacks of frames and the expensive sound equipment* 

FRANKY: This just happens to be a necessary part of it. A necessary expense, if you will. It has nothing to do with how much you want to create something for Anya that you know she enjoys. 

LOID: Well, you already know that a significant part of my role is to care for Anya— 

FRANKY: And Yor. 

LOID: Yes, and Yor. 

FRANKY: And don’t forget about the dog. 

LOID: Yes, yes, and Bond, too. You already know I care for my whole family as much as is necessary to maintain appearances. 

FRANKY: Yeah. Uh-huh. I get it now. That’s exactly the point you were trying to make earlier. It’s not like you’d do anything so out-of-character as to develop any real feelings for this fake family. 

LOID: No. Of course not. 

FRANKY: Of course...not. Once this is all over, it’s not like disbanding this family is going to cause you any grief. You’re the best there is, after all. You’ve done this dozens of times before. No attachments, no feelings to get in the way.  

LOID: *pauses in the middle of adjusting the lighting for a shot and fixes Franky with a piercing look* 

LOID: Somehow, I get the feeling that you actually mean the opposite of what you’re saying. 

FRANKY: Who, me? NOoooo...Why would I do that? Surely, the greatest spy in Westalis can detect sincerity when he hears it.  

FRANKY: *blinks innocently at LOID while he continues to calibrate his optical filter* 

LOID: *glares at FRANKY, then turns away* 

FRANKY: *puts down his optical filter* 

FRANKY: That’s not the real reason, is it? 

LOID: I don’t know what you mean by "real reason". 

FRANKY: This I-can't-love-because-I'm-a-spy schtick. 

LOID: I can’t love. I am a spy. Those are facts. Spies only deal in facts.  

FRANKY: So do informants, but facts also include what’s happening in places that no one sees. And I’m not talking about covert exchanges in back alleyways.  

FRANKY: *strides up to LOID* 

FRANKY: I’m talking about places like here. 

FRANKY: *pokes the left side of his chest* 

LOID: *swats FRANKY away* 

LOID: Quit it. It has nothing to do with things like that. 

FRANKY: Come on, you really think I believe that? ‘Cause I know you don’t. 

LOID: Franky, you know I can’t love because... 

FRANKY: Because you’ll have to leave them someday. 

LOID: Yes, but also... 

LOID: *jaw tightens* 

LOID: To love is to suffer. Everyone I’ve ever loved...well, you know what happened to them. 

FRANKY: ... 

FRANKY: Come sit down a minute. 

LOID: I’m in the middle of— 

FRANKY: THAT WASN’T A REQUEST, YOU STUBBORN ASSHAT. 

LOID: *sits down next to FRANKY, taken aback by his insistence* 

FRANKY: Here.  

FRANKY: *cracks open two beers and hands one to LOID* 

FRANKY: I’ve been thinking about that, too.  

LOID: … 

FRANKY: Listen, I know where you’re coming from, and you’re right. I do know what we are. I know what we do and why we do it and how this has always ended. It’s the road we’re on, even if it’s not one we would have chosen for ourselves. FRANKY: *stares into the neck of his beer, his memories reaching back through time* FRANKY: To love is to suffer. Trust me, I know. But recently, I realized something else. I realized that one can also suffer from not loving.  

LOID: *snorts dismissively* 

FRANKY: I’m serious about this! Love is one of the most basic human impulses and to deny yourself of that...it’s like denying an essential part of your own humanity.  

FRANKY: *looks over at LOID, a haunted expression in his eyes* 

FRANKY: And haven’t we lost enough of our humanity already?  

LOID: *tightens his grip on the beer bottle* 

LOID: That’s why I’m doing this. I’m fighting for a world where no one has to go through that again.  

FRANKY: Yes, but what about you? 

LOID: What about me? 

FRANKY: Do you think it’s fair to deny yourself the very thing you’re working so hard to give to everyone else?  

LOID: … 

LOID: This isn’t about fairness. Nor is it about me. I’m a spy. I gave my life over to this. Nothing else in my life will be as important. 

FRANKY: I don’t think you believe that, either. You think I don’t know that you’ve been doodling pictures of your family every chance you get? I doubt it’s because you’re using them as reference material. 

LOID: It...it helps me when I have a mental block. 

FRANKY: You sure have a lot of blocks then. 

LOID: *silently rolls his beer bottle from one hand to the other* 

FRANKY: Listen, you’ve been different lately. You know it. I know it. I’ve seen the change in you. Nothing has ever come over you like this. I’ve never seen you more yourself, whoever that may be, than you are when you’re with them.  

FRANKY: *finishes his beer and grabs another one* 

FRANKY: Hell, it’s almost like I’m seeing the man behind all the masks. The man before Twilight. The man before Roland even. Whoever the hell you were before everything happened. Before everything broke you. 

LOID: That guy is gone. He’s not coming back. 

FRANKY: *slurring slightly* 

FRANKY: And why the hell not? 

LOID: You sure curse a lot more when you’re drunk. 

FRANKY: I’m not drunk. And don’t change the subject. 

LOID: The man I was before Twilight was an angry, vengeful soldier, blinded by rage. 

FRANKY: And the one before that?  

LOID: The one before that was a street rat, scuttling through life wondering if I would have enough to eat or would live to see the next day. 

FRANKY: And before that? 

LOID: I was cowering all the time, hiding and waiting for sirens, for bombs, for the end. 

FRANKY: *gives him a “Go on” look* 

LOID: *sighs* 

LOID: And before that, I was a naïve boy playing soldier. And before that, I still had a fam— 

LOID: *breaks off suddenly* 

FRANKY: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy there! Any tighter of a grip and that bottle’s going to shatter. 

LOID: *loosens his grip on the beer bottle, then hands it to FRANKY* 

LOID: We shouldn’t even be having this talk. I don’t know why you brought this up. 

FRANKY: *unfazed* 

FRANKY: You know why. 

LOID: *glares* 

FRANKY: Because if running away is all you’re going to do, you’re going to run away from the best thing that’s ever happened to you. 

LOID: You were the one who warned me about getting attached. 

FRANKY: And when have you ever taken my advice? 

FRANKY: *downs the second beer* 

FRANKY: Besides, don’t you think it’s too late now? 

LOID: No. Because I’m not attached. 

FRANKY: Keep telling yourself that, buddy. Your spy brain can fill you with all the propaganda it wants. These, however... 

FRANKY: *pulls out squares of paper, figures of ANYA and YOR and BOND drawn on them* 

FRANKY: These don’t lie.  

LOID: How did you— 

FRANKY: I’m an informant. We collect information. Especially when you put it right under our noses. However, I, unlike you, do not fail to see what’s right in front of me.  

FRANKY: *waves the drawings in LOID’s face* 

LOID: Give me that! 

FRANKY: I don’t think I need to. You already have so many replications of these hidden all over the studio. 

LOID: I... 

FRANKY: You what? Can’t admit to the truth? 

LOID: Fine. Keep them. I don’t need them. 

FRANKY: You might not need these drawings, but you do need what they represent. As a matter of fact, you already have it. Now it's only a matter of realizing it before it's too late.

FRANKY: *tucks away the drawings, then rises and brushes himself off* 

FRANKY: Remember that you only have so much time with them, whether you decide to stay or not. At this point, you’ve taken the path of Twilight many, many times. You know where it ends. For once, wouldn’t you rather see where the other road goes? The one created by Loid Forger?

FRANKY: *hands LOID a small book* 

LOID: What’s this? 

FRANKY: A little something I put together. Although I think you’ll find it quite familiar.  It's something you've looked at many times before, but have never really seen.

LOID: That doesn't make any sense.

FRANKY: Give it a shot. You'll see what I mean.

FRANKY: *returns to his work* 

LOID: *opens the book to find his own drawings of his family in there, then tosses the book away into a drawer and slams it shut, inexplicably angry* 

********************************************************************* 

INT. ANIMATION STUDIO - NIGHT. 

FRANKY: Well, that's it for me. I'm heading out for the night.

LOID: You go on ahead. I want to grab something before closing up.

FRANKY: All right. See you tomorrow.

LOID: See you.

LOID: Now, where is that list of gift ideas? I know I left it in here somewhere... 

[LOID opens a drawer to find FRANKY’s book in there again. He pulls out the book and rifles through it quickly in case he stuffed the list in there. That’s when he realizes that FRANKY had carefully organized the drawings into a flip book and as LOID flicks through it, a scene emerges before his eyes. It’s a simple scene of his family having an ordinary day together, but the last drawing is a composite sketch of LOID tucking in each member of his family. LOID stands there for several long minutes, staring at his own handiwork. Finally, he puts the book away, dons his hat and coat and leaves the studio, turning out the lights and closing the door on the way.] 

EXT. ANIMATION STUDIO - NIGHT. 

[LOID is scribbling something on a sign on the door. On one side, the sign says “OPEN”. On the other side, LOID has crossed out “CLOSED” and written “OUT WITH FAMILY”. He lets go of the sign and watches as it swings back and forth.] 

LOID: I gotta remember to thank him someday.  

[the-backstage-agit-au]

Ghost lore in BackStage

(no, you can’t use these ideas for your au, it was invented individually for the BackStage)

So. In the last post I briefly mentioned the third kind of soul (if you haven't seen it, please read it now, it will be easier to understand)

and also some kind of strange “energy cycle” in this world

Well.. Has anyone ever thought about what will happen to the ghost that refused to fulfill their purpose? Is they really going to live forever?

So that's exactly why nature created “Haunts”!

Cruel, merciless and the most dangerous creatures of this world!

If you suspect something is wrong, you should immediately inform someone of the adults about it so that this outrage is immediately eliminated!

It can be your friend, your neighbor, uncle or aunt - in any case, it's a soulless monster that pretends to be normal!

If they are not exterminated, they will kill everyone who is dear to you and destroy the shell of time!

We must not make such mistakes!

...Would a time teacher in the lower grades tell you

but I tell only the truthful and almost unknown side of these creatures

(trigger topics: bad treatment, insults, humiliation, to some extent rasicm, violence and death)

As you may have guessed by now, “Haunts” are created in order to control the ghost population

They collect energy like.. “eating” it, and then, dying, they give it back to the earth, the earth to living beings, and so on in a circle

This is an anomaly/breakdown in the (usually) ideal mechanism of time people, created from a shadow ghost and a time person

Usually time people can create “a friend” from a part of their soul, but at some point something went wrong...

Also, the funny fact is: they don't have an official name, “Haunts” is what I call them, but so little is known about them and there are so few of them that they don't even have an official name hihihi (so everything you read here will remain a mystery)

but let's go back

Again, I want to remind you that all this is known only to you

The Time people themselves think at most that “Haunts” absolutely cannot endure the sun or has a sharp pupil, they are afraid of such that they refuse to contact and/or study!

but trust me, this is not a story with a happy ending where everything will change at some point, these traditions have not changed for a very, very long time

Yes, up to this age, the child is absolutely no different from other time people (except that sometimes they ruin time, but these are such trifles)

But in one day they begin to notice that.. that something is wrong..

“Seems my new teeth will be sharper than the old ones”

“Why do I give in to emotions so easily”

“Why don't I remember what just happened”

“Why am I ruining my projects and the projects of my classmates”

“Why do I feel the taste of other people's emotions”

“Why-”

It's hard to breathe, the heart starts beating harder, some black substance gradually absorbs you causing a burning sensation throughout the body

You want to scream in pain and call for help.. but.. you can't

Because you perfectly remember how your kind treats mistakes like you.

So it seems dear, you'll have to deal with it all by yourself!

And now just interesting facts as in the past post to close some questions!

⏳ “The entity” is still the same person you are used to seeing (character, some views, another), just in a slightly different form

⏳ Unlike ghosts, they can learn any kind of magic! Just eat someone’s soul and absorb their power! (well, or study it yourself for a very long time)

⏳ They cannot pass THROUGH objects and ghosts cannot pass through them as for example through an ordinary soul

⏳ Can have sex and children thanks to their human part (the ghostly part doesn’t have genitals)

⏳ They are alive.

⏳ Physical needs are the same as for ordinary people

⏳ Basic abilities in magic: shape-shifting, the ability to see in the dark, to see the magic of time people and destroy it if necessary, to feel other people's souls

⏳ If “Haunt” does not eat souls, they get emotional hunger, but it’s actually possible to live with it

Luke, for example, performs on stage to recharge or spends time with his husband

⏳ Just like ghosts, it's hard for them to lie or hide their emotions, but it's still possible

⏳ If you look closely, their skin glows slightly in the dark

⏳ There are very, very few of them, thanks to time people, their number has greatly decreased at some point in time

⏳ As I said, “Haunts” also can feel the world thanks to their “sense of smell”, even invisible ghosts are not a problem for them to find

⏳ Oh and by the way, this phenomenon is inherited)

It’s all for now! If I remember or come up with some new facts, I can add them here

thank you very much if you have reached this point, it is incredibly valuable to me! kiss kiss💕

[chiruba]

JJK BOYS PRETENDING TO BE YOUR BOYFRIEND !

an. i actu wrote this for todo, nori and junpei as well but they were so long so i split it so ! expect a part 2 hehe

ft. itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi, inumaki toge x gn!reader

wc. 0.7k

genre. fluff!

tw. n/a

♯ MASTERLIST ♯ TAGLIST ♯ PART 2 ♯

ITADORI YUJI — itadori can surprisingly pick up on things very quickly - and when he sees the way you're fidgeting and glancing at anything but the random man in front of you, he understands what's happening pretty quickly. yuji approaches you and the man with the same bright smile he shows to everyone, and you sigh in relief because at least you have an excuse to leave!- "hey, baby!" you would've backed away in surprise if yuji didn't hold you so tight to his chest, pressing a kiss to your temple. the intimate position sent your heart pounding, and the smell of his cologne certainly didn't help! "woah. didn't know they were with someone. my bad." the man sends itadori a nervous smile before turning his attention briefly to you, eyes narrowing. the glare he sends you makes you want to nuzzle into itadori's arms further (although you just generally wanted to do so as well) and itadori seems to have no problems with it. "thanks," you sigh, moving to unwrap your arms from his torso, but he hesitates, scratching the back of his neck nervously as a blush and a sweet smile settles on his face. "do you wanna, i don't know, maybe go on a date for real?" he asks, and who are you to say no?

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI — fushiguro's not one to be afraid of confrontation, he doesn't like to beat around the bush. and yet with you, he can't help but stumble nervously over his words and keep his eyes cast downwards. fushiguro wants to know more about you, and so he notices the smallest things about you. the way you fiddle with your fingers when you don't know what to do with your hands, or the way you have to blink constantly to keep yourself awake when you're on the verge of falling asleep - not to mention the way your eyebrows furrow and your lips tug downwards when you feel uncomfortable - just like right now. "'m not really interested…" you mutter for what must be the 5th time, and yet the man bothering you still won't drop it. fushiguro approaches slowly from the corner of your eye and you see him hesitate as nervously makes his way to your side. "are you okay, love?" he asks softly, ignoring the burning embarrassment that comes with uttering the pet name, and you watch in amazement as the expression on his face hardens instantly when he turns to the man. "mhm," you mutter softly, taking a step closer to him, "thanks, fushiguro." the man's sour expression drops and he glances nervously between you. "fushiguro?" he asks, "like fushiguro from saitama urami junior high?" fushiguro simply quirks his eyebrow in response and watches smugly as the man quickly runs away with his tail between his legs. "thanks," you say again, giggling softly at his expressions. "will you finally take me on a date now?"

INUMAKI TOGE — inumaki hates sharing. it's a fun little fact not many know about him. especially you, how could you? inumaki's constantly going out of his way to buy you your favourite snacks, or how he would subtly add more food on to your plate during dinner - and especially when he shared his netflix account with you. inumaki hates sharing, especially with anyone but you. "toge," panda muttered, patting his dear friend on the back, "he won't drop dead just from your glare." and inumaki rolls his eyes in response, he knows that - but that won't stop him from trying. noritoshi is way too close to you right now, the stupid tall idiot, inumaki thinks bitterly, comparing his own height. "oh for gods' sake, toge," maki groans, smacking him over the head with her staff, "if you're so peeved, do something about it!" and with a (small) kick from maki, inumaki determinedly (and nervously) made his way over. "oh!" you perk up as you see inumaki approach, a smile dusting your cheeks, "inumaki!-" inumaki's arms wrap around your waist suddenly, pulling you as possibly close as he can as he makes direct eye contact with noritoshi. "ah," noritoshi begins, "so you two are dating, my apologies." your first instinct is to correct him, but what can you really say when inumaki's holding you so intimately? and truthfully, your subconscious reminds you, you don't really want to deny it either. "you know," you giggle as you watch noritoshi walk away, "this doesn't really count as you asking me out," inumaki grins from ear to ear as he nuzzles closer to you, whispering in your ear - "don't worry, i will soon."

reblogs appreciated <3 

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©  2021 sinrinyoku — please do not repost, translate, modify or plagiarize my work! i will beat the shit out of u (maybe)

[maybege]

BBQ Boogie

Summary: You get to know Nat’s parents – all three of them. (Part 7 of Midnight Special)

Pairing: hot dad!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 5.1k

Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, very light dom/sub relationship, dirty talk, come play, cream pie, semi-public sex, use of sex toys, tiny bit of angst, some softness

In celebration of the trailer dropping today, what would be more fitting than me being back on my thirst train for hot dad!Boba? Just a reminder, that I am currently still on hiatus – meaning there is no regular posting schedule – but I thought this just could not wait. Please let me know what you think, I am so excited to share it with you!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

“I am so happy you made it!”

“Hi!” you grinned, waving shyly at Nat who came running towards you. Her red curls were bouncing and she was wearing a sun yellow overall. As soon as you had stepped out of the cab you had been faced with the festivities. The house was freestanding on a hill, the neighbour only a little further up and the entire front and backyard were filled with chattering people and the smell of food.

There was a large paddle pool for the kids and some people had pulled up camping chairs to the edge so they could cool their feet in the water. You also counted at least four grills in action, neighbourhood dads standing around them with their bottles and probably talking about when to turn the meat or not.

“And you look good,” she complimented you, her eyes roaming over your figure, “I love that dress! Is that new? I don’t think I ever saw it on you.”

“Uh, thank you,” you mumbled, tightening your grip around your bag on your shoulder, “It’s old actually, I just rarely wear it.”

What you did not tell her was that you wore the dress because it was flowy and reached to the middle of your claves, effectively hiding the fact that (1) you were not wearing any panties and (2) Boba’s come was still very much dripping down your thighs, making you shiver with every step you took.

“Well you should,” she shrugged, “It makes your tits look great.”

The statement was so like her, you could not help but laugh, feeling the nervousness melt away from your shoulders. Yes, there were dozens of people here whom you did not know but Nat was still the same and she would be sure to make you feel comfortable.

“Let me introduce you to everyone,” she started, pulling you through a throng of people who all greeted Nat like the social butterfly she was, “That over there is my mom.”

Natalie’s mom looked exactly like her, with bright red hair and brown eyes and a smile that rivaled the sun. The older woman was standing by the buffet where countless salads and cakes and sides had found their place for people to pick through.

And despite your recent breakfast with the man that made your heart flutter, you could still feel your stomach grumble. But now was not the time.

“Mom, this is the colleague I told you about,” Nat announced, her curls bouncing, “And this is my mom.”

“Oh hello,” she greeted you, putting away the tongs for the sweetcorn, “You must be Natalie’s new friend, it is so nice of you to come.”

“Thank you for inviting me, Mrs …”

“Oh please,” she waved you off, “Call me Poppy, it makes me feel young. Did you hear that, Rob? She wanted to call me Mrs!”

“Save yourself the headache,” Rob, Nat’s dad, joked where he was standing behind her. He was wearing a bright green Hawaiian shirt paired with beige khakis and sandals and you had never seen anyone who looked so much like a Dad.

In turn, you introduced yourself and he got you a soda from the cooler while Poppy handed you an empty plate for you to fill. Watching Nat interact with her parents made you smile, seeing how her happy personality was much a result of how her parents interacted with the world.

Nat led you back to a few stone steps that led up to the neighbour’s house. It would not surprise you if they were to be found at this part as well.

“So how was your weekend?”

“Really good actually,” you smiled, thinking back to Boba in your apartment, in your bed, with his arms around you. And apparently, your thoughts must have translated onto your face because Nat playfully nudged you with her elbow.

“Someone got some,” she whisper-shouted, her eyes wide, “Tell me – who was the lucky one?”

You did not say anything.

“Oh, you don’t need to tell me, I already know it,” she announced triumphantly, “It was the mystery man from the bar again, wasn’t it? You always get that dreamy look in your eyes when you think about him.”

You smiled, unable to hide it because stars of course it was him. And when you nodded, Nat squeaked loudly, doing a version of jazz hands that just made you laugh at her excitement and join in with your own.

“C’mon,” she said, expectantly holding out her hands, “let me get you some of the good food while you stay here and keep our seats safe, okay?”

“Sounds good,” you smiled, watching her leave with your plate and knowing she would come back with something good, “Thank you.”

This little reprieve came just at the right time and you took a deep breath, trying to settle your nerves. No matter what your anxiety had come up with, Nat had been happy to see you and the people you had been introduced to thus far had also been really nice.

This was a good thing. You could do this.

A shadow fell over you and you squinted up against the sun, trying to see who decided to join you. because it sure as stars wasn’t Nat.

“Hello, little one, enjoying the sun?”

Your blood froze.

“Boba?!”

The man in front of you shifted and holy shit if it was not Boba Fett as he lived and breathed, sitting down next to you. He was wearing a dark shirt, his tattoo peeking out from his sleeve and your mind jumped to the moment where you had traced it with your tongue.

That had been this morning. In your apartment. When you had slept together.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, completely baffled, “I – what?”

Boba laughed, his elbows resting on his knees. “Granted, that is not the reaction I was expecting. Tell me,” he leaned closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “How many of the people here know that it is my come dripping between your legs?”

“Not so loud,” you whispered, scooting closer to him when you felt your cheeks heat up, “My friend, she doesn’t know and I don’t know anybody here and – I – Boba, I thought you had family occupations, what are you doing here?”

He looked like he was about to say something, his mouth opening at the same time as your brain chimed in. Wait a second, you thought, if he has family occupations and he is here, then –

“Dad!” Nat appeared before you, red curls bouncing and a bright grin on her face as she held a plate full of treats, “I see you met my friend. Did mom tell you about her?”

Dad?

All the anxiety you had just pushed from you moments before returned with twice the force. You felt dread settle in your stomach, the kind that made you want to throw up if you had to say another word. The kind that made you want to flee the scene immediately.

But this was Boba, the man you – quite admittedly – had a huge crush on. The man you had spent the last few weeks getting to know body and soul. This could not be true.

“Dad?” you echoed lamely, “But I, Rob,” you vaguely gestured to the Hawaiians shirt-wearing man by the BBQ, trying to get your point across without bursting into tears.

“Oh sorry, I always forget how confusing that can be,” Nat shrugged, “Rob is technically my stepdad since I was very little. This is my biological dad, Boba.”

Stars, was this a joke? This had to be a cruel joke. A very cruel joke.

Boba seemed to catch himself first. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, holding out his big hand for you to shake, “You can call me Boba.”

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled, taking his offered hand, “Nice to meet you too.”

Nat did not seem to notice how his gaze lingered on yours and how his thumb, hidden from her view by your hand, brushed soothingly over your wrist. Someone called her name – Poppy maybe? – and you ripped your eyes away from Boba, watching as Nat turned her head.

“Oh, I think I got to go,” she lamented, a thoughtful pout on her lips as her eyes drifted to her father, “Would you mind entertaining her for a little while?” before coming to rest on you, “I promise I will come back!”

“Sure,” you managed a thin smile, “I don’t mind.”

And with that she was off, leaving behind the broken pieces she did not even know her revelation had caused.

“I – Maybe we should talk?” Boba asked quietly and you only managed to nod, feeling a little dizzy. “My house is up there,” he motioned to the house that was up the steps, “We can have some quiet there. Is that okay for you?”

Again, you nodded, your hand settling on his forearm as you were convinced you would simply faint from shock at any moment. And how embarrassing that would be.

“Here,” he murmured, covertly guiding your hand to hold onto his upper arm as he stood up and gently led you up the steps. You could faintly hear the sounds from the barbeque all around you – laughing kids, the sizzling of the grills, the music from the radios and the chatter from the guests – but it all felt so far away.

The only thing you could really focus on was setting one foot in front of the other and holding on to Boba, feeling his skin under your fingertips and watching his feet walk alongside yours.

Soon the asphalt of the stairs changed to light wood flooring and you felt the coolness of air conditioning washing over you. When you looked up again, you were leaning against a kitchen counter. In Boba’s house.

“This is not how I expected you to visit me for the first time,” he joked, sliding the patio door closed. You noticed that it was a big room, his kitchen wrapping around one side while the other was filled with a large sofa and a TV. There were some pictures on the walls, maps it seemed, and some that were clearly taken in more tropical climates.

Still, all the energy you might have invested in exploring his home was wasted on keeping your heartbeat in check.

“About that,” you started, feeling the anxiety creep back up, “you – uh, I didn’t expect … this.”

“Me neither,” he huffed, walking over to the fridge and getting out two cans of soda, “when Nat said she was introducing me to a friend and then you – you were there.”

“Is it weird?” you asked, not meeting his eyes, “I mean, do you want to stop seeing me?”

He looked at you for a moment then, almost deliberately taking you in. It was one thing he was good at, calming you down without speaking. You watched as his broad hand wrapped around the can, pulling it to his mouth before he took a sip. How even in the most distressing moment he could make you feel so hot, you did not know.

“No,” he said, his eyes soft and he put the can down, “I don’t. Do you?”

“No,” you replied, just as quietly, “But I think maybe we should, maybe we should talk more about this?”

“What do you want to know?”

“You and – you and Poppy,” you winced when you heard how timid you sounded, “there’s really nothing? I mean, I knowthere’s nothing but I also didn’t think you had a family and now we’re here and now I’m here and I –“

“Hey,” his fingers tilted your chin up and he pressed his lips to yours gently, breathing you in, “you did nothing wrong, princess, nothing at all, okay? Poppy and I were high school sweethearts when we had her,” Boba explained calmly, “Believe me, after that first summer it was clear that we would not stay together and she met Rob a few months later. I take an active interest in Nat’s life but there was never a family you could destroy, okay? I’m a single man, my kid is an adult and you – you are someone special to me.”

Your eyes were big. You had not expected something that almost felt like a confession and your heart fluttered. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, stepping closer to you, “So special in fact, that I would very much like to kiss you right now.”

His mouth dropped to your shoulder, nose nudging the thin strap of your dress to the side and you hummed, baring your throat for him. “Tell me, princess, can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please,” you breathed, your mouth falling open when he pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder and dragged his lips over the column of your throat up to your jaw. His body was warm against yours and as his big hands held onto your middle, your fingers brushed over his behind, hooking into the belt loops on his jeans.

“Stars, you smell good,” he mumbled against your skin, his stubble rubbing against your neck and you squeaked when he suddenly spun you around. Your palms landed on the glass of the tinted sliding door, cushioning your fall against it.

He crowded, his hands kneading the flesh of your ass and the heat of his body behind you. Your nose was pressed against the cold glass, breath fogging the material through which you could see the rest of the guests down in the garden. They were so small and far away, but still, you gasped, your heart jumping in your chest.

“Boba, someone could see!”

“They won’t, little one,” he rumbled as his hands inched the hem of your dress up your legs. You felt his jeans rub against the back of your thighs and your breath got quicker. The sensation took you back to the first night you had met. Then, you had been bent over a pool table, his jeans-clad thighs rubbing against your bare ones. Now, months later, you were

Your thighs squeezed together, feeling his come escape you and Boba knelt down behind you, his hand slipping between your legs, clearly urging you to spread them. Your feet shuffled, still feeling a bit nervous about what you were about to do.

“I just want to see if you’ve been a good girl and did as I told you to,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to where your thigh met your butt. He spread his fingers, his middle finger brushing against your folds and you felt another rush of wetness in your core.

You relaxed, spreading your legs a little wider which earned you an approving hum from Boba behind you. His fingertips drew slow circles high on the inside of your thighs before swiping through your folds. The gathered fluids between your legs made a squelching sound and you winced from how embarrassingly wet you already were from him barely touching you.

Boba stood up, pressing himself against your back and you against the window. He hummed, the sound almost turning into a growl as he pushed one long finger inside you, taking his leaking come with him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his forehead falling against your temple as he ground into you from behind, his finger starting a slow rhythm, “you’re so sexy, little one, so good to me, walking around with my come dripping out of you.”

“I – I didn’t know you’d be here,” you whispered, tilting your hips forward so as to get him deeper inside you, “I didn’t expect you to –“

“To finger you in my kitchen with everyone outside?” he asked, pressing his crotch against your behind, his erection already prominent through his jeans, “How about me fucking you in my kitchen? What would you say to that?”

Your breath fogged against the glass and you tried to muffle your moan when his finger circled your clit, making you gush. Without another word he added a second finger, making you sharply inhale at the stretch. It took only a moment for your walls to adjust to the new stretch but you noticed how Boba paused, how his lips brushed against the side of your face, how his free hand landed on your hips, holding up your dress while also rubbing over your bare skin.

It made you flustered, how tender he was, and even hotter. “Please,” you gasped, rocking your hips against his fingers, “Please, we – we need to be quick and –“

Boba shushed you soothingly, kissing your cheek again while you felt him unbuckle his belt, freeing his cock until it was weeping against your ass. You pushed back your ass, arching your back to give him the access he needed. Your forehead rested against the cold glass and you felt yourself melt when the head of his cock bumped against your dripping cunt.

He rumbled, grinding against you for the shortest moment before pushing inside you until just the tip rested inside you. It was not enough, it never was, and you whimpered, trying your best to rock back against him without losing your support against the door. “I always forget how tight you are,” he murmured, his hand tightening on your hip as he slowly pushed further, “But your little pussy is just always weeping for my thick cock, isn’t it?”

Your walls fluttered around him as you eagerly nodded, shameless in your need for him. The size of him made drops of come escape you, before he fucked them back inside your pussy and your breath hitched in your throat. The feeling of him inside you was so familiar and yet so thrilling, it still made your hands twitch, trying to find something, anything – to hold onto other than pressing your palms against the glass door.

You could see the edge of the hill, none of the guests were wandering up that high that they could see you but you could hear them and you sure as stars did not want them to hear you.

“Don’t worry, princess,” he snapped his hips, hitting that spot deep inside of you while working your clit, “You want fast? I’ll get you fast.”

That was all the warning you got before Boba worked his hips with such a depth and at such a pace that the only thing you could do was try not to scream. All you felt was pleasure, pure pleasure, building up in your core while your pussy dripped around him. The pressure was almost too much to handle and you whimpered, blindly trying to find his forearm to hold onto.

His hand left your hip, catching yours and pressing it against the glass as he laced his fingers with yours. “You feel so good, little one,” he breathed against the back of your neck, his other hand wrapping around to the apex of your thighs, rubbing your clit.

“B-Boba,” you gasped out, your cheek mushed against the glass, your walls clenching, “I – I think I’m gonna – I –“

“Come for me,” he growled, fingers ever so slightly pinching your clit and giving you a few shallow thrusts that he knew would brush over that spot that made you see stars, “Let go, princess, come for me so I can fill you up again.”

You whined, high pitched and long, as your orgasms washed over you with a force that you had never experienced before. Boba’s groan sounded through your ears and you felt him speed up before suddenly burying himself inside you so deep you swore you felt him in your guts. Warmth pulsed inside you as he filled you up even more while you rested against the glass.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your entire body moving with the deep and desperate breaths you were taking, echoed only by his behind you. It took you a moment to get back to the living, your eyes fluttering open and immediately falling closed again when you felt his warmth behind you. What wouldn’t you give to just be in bed with him right now without a care in the world?

Boba’s lips were on the back of your neck, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin as he slowly pulled out of you. You both groaned at the loss of each other and his hand squeezed yours tightly before stepping away from you. You felt so full you hardly knew how you would be able to keep it all inside without majorly embarrassing yourself.

“I’ll be back in a moment, princess,” Boba announced, and you heard him doing his zipper, “Just stay like this.”

It only occurred to your how deep your feelings for him and your trust in him ran when you remained exactly just as he had told. There were dozens of people outside, just at the foot of the hill – strangers, really – and here you were, standing perfectly still for him because you knew he would be back and you knew he would make sure your action went undetected.

Just as he had promised, you heard him returning, his warm hand pressing flat on your back, guiding you to arch your back just as you had before.

“I, uh, I have something for you, I’d you want to try it out today,” Boba mumbled, his voice a low rumble in your ears and you felt heat rise into your face when his fingers returned to your pussy. “Take a deep breath and relax for me,” he instructed you and you did, feeling your walls open up but before any of his come could slip out, something smooth pressed against your entrance. It felt a little cold and strange, much smaller than him but still large enough that your walls gave a flurry.

“There we go,” Boba praised you, pushing it in further until you felt it nestled inside you.

Curiously, you looked down, trying to catch a glimpse of his gift but failing.

“It’s a plug,” Boba explained his finger tapping against the blunt end of it and a strange sensation ram through you, “don’t want you stressing about it, though, so how does it feel?”

“Strange,” you answered, shifting your legs, “but not unpleasant … you bought it for me?”

“Course I did,” he smiled, helping you smooth out your dress, “we talked about it yesterday, remember? I just didn’t think I’d get to use it on you so soon.”

Your cheeks heated up at his word and at the feeling that plug inside you. You felt so full and excited it seemed impossible to imagine that nobody would know what was going on just by looking at you. But as your dress fell over your knees again you knew the plug was hidden from sight just as much as the glistening traces of your recent activities.

Boba’s hands were on your hips, having come to rest there as his thumbs brushed over the fabric. He was looking at you so intensely it made your breath catch in your throat as your hands fell to his, tracing his knuckles.

You wanted to stay like this forever if you could.

A bout of laughter from outside drew you back into reality and you flinched, forcing yourself to look away from his brown eyes and instead landing on his lips. “The others will miss us,” you murmured, staring at his mouth that quirked up in a smirk.

“You want to kiss me, princess?” he teased you, his warm hand coming up your back, “go on, kiss me, it’s not any worse than what we’ve done five minutes ago.”

His joke made you smile and with your arms wrapped around his middle, you allowed yourself one last lingering kiss, your tongue gliding along his bottom lip, before stepping away from him. His hands stayed on you as long as they could before it was only his fingertips brushing over your dress as they fell away from you.

Boba stood still, his eyes wandering up and down your body in a way that made you feel flush with emotions and insecurity and your heart pound even faster in your chest.

“What?” you asked, looking down to check if your clothes showed any sign of obvious wrinkles. You felt like it was clear as day what you had just done and every wrinkle, every tremor of your fingers betrayed to the world how Boba had just fucked you against the kitchen window. But you also knew that you tended to be more anxious about how you were perceived by others than what others perceived about you.

“You look really pretty, is all,” Boba shrugged and you imagined seeing a light flush on his cheeks. His statement caught you off-guard completely and you tried not to retort with something that would just betray your feelings for him

“Thank you,” you smiled instead, before having your attention diverted when someone – Nat – called your name before the screen door opened. You turned around, feeling almost caught even if you were standing far enough away from him to look like any normal human being ever in existence. Hopefully.

“There you are,” she exclaimed, “I was worried Dad was forcing you to admire his map collection and came to rescue you.”

Map collection? You turned to Boba in surprise, able to hide your teasing expression from Nat by biting your lip. It did not escape his notice though and you saw the mirth in his eyes.

“Your friend was feeling a little worn down from the heat,” he replied without fuss, motioning to the second soda can on the counter, “just wanted to make sure she got enough to drink. It’s easy to overheat down there.”

Nat hummed und understanding looking you over, “You do look a bit ruffled,” she nodded and you felt new heat wander into your cheeks from embarrassment, “come on, I’ll get you some ice cream from the cooler and then we can sit by the pool if you like.”

“Sure,” you smiled easily before turning to look back at Boba, “Thank you for the drink.”

“Anytime, princess.”

*

“Are you sure I shouldn’t drive you home? Spending the money on a cab seems like such a waste.”

“You live on the opposite end of town, Nat,” you reminded her, watching as your friend and the last of the guests packed up their bags and jackets, “I’ll get a cab, I really don’t mind.”

She looked at you for a second, seeming so close to protest a second time and you wondered if she’d really let it go when – thankfully – she nodded, “Okay, but get my dad to call one of the good ones, ‘kay? You hear all these scary stories lately – and text me when you get home!”

“Will do,” you nodded, laughing as her cousin almost dragged her down the stairs so they could get going, “and thank you for inviting me!”

The door closed, cutting off Nat’s enthusiastic response, and silence followed.

It had been a really fun day but it had been exhausting too and you felt your shoulders finally let go of the tension you had held there the rest of the evening. You sighed heavily, urging your heart to calm down and not fly out of your chest as you tried to comprehend everything that had happened.

It seemed like there was an eternal source of energy in each and every one of the guests and only as Nat’s parents – sans Boba – had gone to sleep in their own home had the barbeque shifted to Boba’s condo which was why you were standing in his hallway right now, handbag in hand.

“Want me to drive you home?”

You turned around, finding Boba leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. There was a soft look in his eyes as he looked you over and you wanted nothing more than to just rest in his arms.

You nodded tiredly, “Only if it isn’t too much trouble.”

“Never,” Boba whispered, “let me get my keys and we can get going.”

It took no time, his hand discreetly on the small of your back as he led you to the truck. He held the door open for you too, making sure you were sitting nice and snug before he closed it and jogged around to the driver’s side.

It did not do anything to keep your feelings for him down.

Driving with him through the city reminded you of the last time you had been in a car together. Two weeks ago and still it felt like an eternity had passed. Like the relationship you had then was nothing compared to what you could thrumming between you now.

The car stopped in the fully packed but empty parking lot in front of your apartment. Instead, you turned your head to the side, smiling gently at him. The streetlights threw shadows over his face and you wondered where he had gotten that scar above his eyebrow. Where he had gotten all his scars from.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?”

“For not being a cheating bastard,” you answered truthfully, “For keep wanting to see me. For – for your gift today.”

Boba leant over the console, his hand cupping your cheek and almost automatically your eyes fell closed. But when his kiss didn’t come, you opened them again only to find yourself face to face with him, finding his eyes roaming over your face as his thumb stroked over the apple of your cheek.

“I want you to be careful when taking the plug out, okay, princess?” he said quietly, “And tell me how you’re feeling tomorrow. I was rougher than usual today and to introduce a new toy can be –“

You kissed him then. It was only a soft peck but enough to interrupt his word flow and when you pulled away you smiled widely at him. Gratitude and love and all kinds of warm feelings were blooming in your chest at how tender he was being, how gentle.

“I’ve never felt as taken care of as when I’m with you, Boba,” you reassured him against his lips, “I promise I’ll be careful and I’ll write you about any extraordinary soreness tomorrow, okay? Please don’t worry about me.”

“I always think about you,” he replied, kissing you again. Your heart skipped a beat. Thinking. Not worrying. Thinking.

“I think about you too.”

“Good,” he whispered, his hand moving from your cheek to cup the back of your neck, “Now go on, princess. I know you need to get up early tomorrow.”

You giggled, louder even when his hand cheekily slapped your ass as you bent over to get out of the car. His smile was big enough you could see it even when you were in front of your apartment complex door.

But what planted the last smile of the day on your face was that Boba’s car only drove away when you switched on the light in your bedroom.

[beifongsss]

warmth [zuko]

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Requested?: yes!: “maybe running from fire nation and hiding in a cave with zuko? zuko and reader think they each hate each other but they rlly don’t 👀“

Summary: You and Zuko get separated from the Gaang and things happen :)

w.c. ~3.1k

.masterlist.

~

The day had started out normally.

You were the second person to wake up, Zuko being the first. You rubbed your eyes sleepily, crawling out of your sleeping bag and walking over to Appa, patting the sky bison before grabbing your bag and reaching for a peach that you had stuffed away. When peaches were present, Momo couldn’t be trusted. 

“You really take that whole ‘I rise with the sun’ thing to heart, huh?” you asked dryly, sitting across from the prince. He huffed lightly, crossing his arms before looking away. You smirked smugly, knowing that his silence meant that he couldn’t think of a comeback. 

The silence didn’t last long before Zuko turned back to you. “Spirits! Could you chew any louder?”

“I don’t know, let me try,” you replied, chewing obnoxiously. Zuko glared at you before standing and walking away, turning slightly so you couldn’t see the faint smile tugging at his lips. You stared after him, biting back a smile of your own. 

The group was already used to the banter between you and the scarred prince. It had started way before he joined the Gaang, back when he still had that god-awful ponytail and thought that capturing the Avatar would restore his honor. He had aimed a plume of fire just a bit too close to you and you had let one sly remark slip, your jaw dropping in shock when the prince responded in kind. 

Ever since then, you always made sure that you pissed Zuko off whenever you had an encounter. It was just too easy to rile him up. 

That didn’t change when he joined your side. If anything, it got worse. You didn’t miss a single opportunity to get on his nerves and eventually, Zuko found himself anticipating your remarks. It gave him a sense of normalcy. You didn’t treat him any differently than you ever had and as weird as it was to admit, he didn’t mind the attention you bestowed upon him. Of course, he couldn’t deny that you had really gotten on his nerves that one time he had lost his firebending. 

It was silent in the clearing after Zuko walked away, and you proceeded to make everyone breakfast. A while later, everyone emerged, mumbling a sleepy thanks as you handed them a bowl of rice porridge. The six of you sat in a circle around the small campfire, enjoying the small moment of peace you had. 

“Thanks for breakfast, (Y/N),” Katara said softly, smiling at you over the rim of her bowl. 

“Yeah! This is amazing,” Sokka said, tilting the bowl to get the last of the porridge into his mouth. 

“I thought it was a little bland,” Zuko commented off-handedly. Your eye twitched as Aang gave a nervous chuckle. Katara looked at you worriedly as Sokka tried to ignore Zuko’s comment. At your lack of response, Zuko smirked and opened his mouth yet again. “I’m certain that Momo could’ve made us a better breakfast.”

“Next time, make your own damn breakfast,” you snapped, slamming your bowl down onto the ground before turning to face Zuko. “Oh wait, that’s right. Poor little Prince Pouty doesn’t know how to do anything for himself!”

“At least I know how to control my temper,” Zuko shot back, glancing at your now-cracked bowl.

“Oh that’s rich coming from the guy who once set me on fire because I accidentally spilled some water on him!” you replied, remembering the unfortunate incident. You now had a very prominent scar on your leg as a reminder.

“Guys,” Aang called out. “Maybe we should save this for later.”

“Really?” Zuko asked, jumping to his feet. “What about the time you almost stabbed me because I accidentally stepped on Momo’s tail?”

“Hello? You stepped on Momo’s tail!” you cried out, jumping to your feet as well. “He hates you now!”

“Well at least Appa likes me,” Zuko said, thinking about the time Appa threw you off his back because you had accidentally yanked his hair. 

“Appa does like me,” you snapped, a groan emitting from the sky bison as he agreed with your statement. 

“Guys!” Aang yelled loudly, getting your attention.

“What?!” you and Zuko snapped in unison. 

“Look behind you,” Sokka said quietly, his boomerang ready in his hand. You whirled around to see a group of Fire Nation soldiers standing amongst the trees. A low hiss escaped you as you smacked Zuko’s arm. 

“See what you did?” you asked, your eyes never leaving the soldiers. “Your yelling led them straight to us.”

“My yelling?” Zuko scoffed, getting into a defensive position. “If I recall correctly, it was actu-”

“Guys!” Toph yelled angrily, sending the two of you a harsh glare. “Now really isn’t the time for this.”

You nodded sheepishly, readying yourself to fight as well. The six of you quickly realized you were outnumbered and realized that your best possible option in that moment was to escape. You all gathered up your supplies quickly, rushing towards Appa. A guard stepped in front of you suddenly, knocking you down before aiming a blast of fire at you. You rolled out of the way, leaping to your feet before sending a kick to his head and knocking him down. 

“Yip yip, Appa!” Sokka yelled, sitting at the reins. 

“Wait!” Katara cried. “(Y/N) is still down there!”

“What?” Sokka screeched, looking down at the ground as he tried to locate you. He noticed a group of soldiers trying to surround you as you fought them off. 

“Go!” you yelled, waving them away as you began to run the other direction. 

“We’re not leaving you!” Aang yelled, getting ready to hop off of Appa. 

“I’ll lead them away and then meet up with you,” you replied, rushing off. “I promise! I’ll be fine.”

You were gone before anyone could say anything else, disappearing into the trees as half of the soldiers followed you. The other half turned their attention to Appa, ready to attack. 

“Yip yip,” Sokka cried again, receiving disbelieving looks from everyone else. He gave them a shrug, trying to hide his worry. “She’ll be fine. She’s gone through worse. C’mon we can’t lose faith in her.”

The rest of the group nodded softly, sighing in relief as Appa left the ground. Their relief was cut short when Zuko leapt off of Appa, landing on the ground and kicking his leg to send out an arc of fire towards the remaining soldiers. 

“Zuko! What are you doing?” Katara yelled, looking over the edge of the saddle in a panic. 

“Go,” came Zuko’s rough reply. “I’ll stay with her. I’ll protect her.”

It was silent as the group watched Zuko sprint away. Appa didn’t stop and Sokka made no effort to bring the sky bison back down to the ground, watching as Zuko fought off each soldier effortlessly. He hummed lightly, drawing everyone’s attention to himself as he turned his attention back to the reins. “You know, I’m willing to bet five gold pieces that by the time we find them, they will have smooched at least twice.”

Toph grinned at Sokka’s statement, her fear of flying temporarily forgotten. 

“Oh you’re on, snoozles.”

~

You weren’t sure how you had managed to evade the soldiers for as long as you had. You were out of breath, panting heavily as you sprinted through the forest. Looking around, you knew you needed to find somewhere to hide. No matter how good at fighting you were, you knew that you couldn’t fight off all those Fire Nation soldiers. As you darted between the trees, your ankle got caught on a tree root and you went tumbling onto the ground. You groaned as you laid on the ground for a moment, opening your eyes to get a bearing of your surroundings. Your eyes narrowed when you noticed a gap in the cliff a few yards to your right. It would’ve been unnoticable from any other angle and you silently thanked your clumsiness for leading you to safety. 

“She went that way!” you heard a soldier shout. Biting back a gasp, you scrambled to your feet and sprinted to the opening in the cliff. You squeezed inside, pulling on some of the hanging vines around it to better conceal your location. You head faint footsteps coming your way and you stilled, crouching down to get a better look outside. 

Stifling a groan, you darted outside, grabbing the person by the collar of their shirt and dragging them back inside the cave with you. 

“H-Hey what’s your problem?” Zuko asked as you pushed him up against the cave wall. You shushed him softly, placing your hand over his mouth. His skin heated up under your touch and he froze for a moment before snapping out of it and grabbing your wrist, pushing you away from him. 

You stumbled slightly before landing on your butt, scowling at Zuko but remaining silent. You cocked your head to the side as you heard footsteps walking by. 

“We lost them,” a gruff voice said, sounding a lot closer to the cliff than you liked.

“They can’t have gotten far,” another voice replied. “We’ll set up camp in the clearing over there. The prince is too valuable to let go.”

A noise of agreement was made before the footsteps faded and you found yourself walking up to Zuko and pulling him down by the collar of his shirt. 

“What are you doing here?” you hissed quietly, still on edge. 

“Saving you, that’s what?” Zuko snorted, once again gripping your wrist and forcing you to let go of his shirt. 

“No! Now they’re going to hunt us,” you replied, turning around and walking away. “They would’ve given up sooner or later, Zuko. I’m not important. But now they won’t leave because you came after me!”

“So now you’re upset?” Zuko asked, whisper-yelling. “I took out half of those soldiers! You’re welcome.”

“Yes I’m upset. Now because of you, we’re stuck in here!”

Zuko’s eyes widened as he realized you were right. There was no way that the two of you could leave the cave, not with the Fire Nation soldiers camping out a few yards away. He cursed under his breath before observing you. You had walked to the other side of the cave, leaning against the wall and sliding down until you were sitting on the ground. He looked outside, noticing the sun going down and walked towards the entrance. 

“Where are you going?” you whispered, keeping your eyes on him.

“I’m going to get some firewood. I’ll be quiet.”

“Are you serious right now, Zuko?” you asked exasperatedly. “We cannot start a fire in here. They’ll see the smoke escaping through the entrance.”

Zuko paused for a moment, knowing you were right before walking over to you and taking a seat a few feet away from you. “It’s getting dark out. It’ll get cold soon and something tells me that Aang isn’t going to find us that quickly.”

You looked at the entrance to the cave, knowing that he was right. It was getting darker by the minute and without a fire, you were in for a cold night. Zuko watched your expression, getting a bit worried. As a firebender, he had no issue with the cold; but you weren’t a firebender and he was worried about you. 

Silence engulfed the two of you as night fell. The temperature fell ridiculously quickly and you found yourself curled up into a ball as you tried to warm yourself up. You shot a glance towards Zuko, scowling deeply when you noticed him lost deep in thought. He was sprawled out on the ground, not shivering at all as he stared up blankly at the ceiling. You rolled your eyes, looking away before hugging yourself even tighter.

“Can you stop your chattering?” Zuko asked suddenly, turning his head to look at you. “It’s quite distracting.”

You glared at him, shivering lightly. “I’m sorry, is me being cold inconveniencing you? Not all of us can firebend, Prince Zuko. And my teeth are not chattering!”

Zuko didn’t reply, instead standing up and walking over to you. You glanced up at him suspiciously, frowning when he took a seat right next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and avoiding your gaze.

“Zuko, what are you doing?” you whispered, unable to move your face from where it was buried into his neck. Zuko shivered at your words, keeping you tucked into him as he tried to control his blush.

“Keeping you warm,” Zuko replied. “What does it look like?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?” Zuko asked softly, tilting back slightly to meet your eyes. You avoided his gaze, curling into him even more. He was exceptionally warm, and you felt yourself sinking into him to avoid the chilly air within the cave. Zuko’s arms tightened around you as he shifted, bringing you into his lap as he made himself more comfortable. 

“You hate me,” you whispered, still hiding your face from him. Your arms snaked around his waist, allowing you to dig your face into his chest and hide even more. 

“W-What? No I don’t!” Zuko cried, earning a shush from you. “If anything, you hate me.”

“N-No I don’t!” you exclaimed, pulling away slightly to look up at him. 

“Yes you do!”

“Why would I hate you?” you asked, looking at him with a bewildered expression.

“I don’t know!” Zuko said, a confused expression on his face. You thought he looked rather cute. “I get why you would hate me back when I was the bad guy, but I’ve changed! I thought that by now you would like me.”

“Zuko, I never hated you,” you replied. “Not even back when you were the ‘bad’ guy. You were always fun to banter with and I thought that you wanted things to stay that way.”

“What on earth gave you that idea?” Zuko asked, looking at you in shock.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you always had something to say in return to my remarks,” you stated, looking at him blankly.

“Well you always start it,” Zuko accused. You paused for a second, knowing that he was right.

“Well you always reply!”

Zuko let out a frustrated groan. “That’s because you keep teasing me if I don’t.”

“Okay, but that’s becau- mmph.”

Your eyes went wide as Zuko pressed his lips to yours, effectively shutting you up. You froze for a split second, not believing that this was happening. Zuko pulled away, a smirk on his face as he took in your flushed face and dazed expression. 

“Not so mouthy now are y-”

This time it was you who cut Zuko off, pressing your lips to his almost feverishly. Your arms left his waist, coming up to wrap around his neck and pull him impossibly close. Zuko responded better than you did, immediately returning the kiss and angling his head just so in order to deepen it. You melted against him, causing Zuko to smirk into the kiss before he began trailing kisses down your neck. 

A gasp escaped your mouth as you felt him leave a mark on you before you tangled your hands in his hair, pulling his face back up to kiss him again. You couldn’t remember feeling cold anymore, the feeling of Zuko’s lips on yours and his arms around your waist erasing any thoughts about the chilly air in the cave. Now all you could feel was warmth. 

“In case it wasn’t clear, I like you,” Zuko muttered into your ear, pulling away from your lips for a second. You shivered at his words before leaning your forehead against his. 

“In case it wasn't clear, Prince Pouty, I like you too,” you teased, giving him a shy smile. Zuko snorted at the nickname before kissing you gently, a stark contrast to the way the two of you were kissing only minutes earlier. 

“Toph! They’re kissing!”

Sokka’s head was poking through the cave entrance, looking at the two of you in shock. In the midst of your confessions, the Gaang had found the Fire Nation soldiers and defeated them, knowing that you couldn’t be too far away. Toph had been the one to find the cave, using her seismic sense, but Sokka had insisted he be the first one to enter. 

“Aw man,” Toph called out, pushing Sokka out of the way and forcing her way into the cave. “How many times did you lily livers kiss?”

You and Zuko exchanged surprised looks before looking at your two friends embarrassedly. You were still in his lap, the two of you ridiculously close to one another. Overall, you had been caught in a very compromising position. 

“U-Uh, I don’t know,” you stuttered, avoiding Toph’s blank gaze. Even though she couldn’t see you, you knew she was judging you.

“We didn’t exactly keep count,” Zuko drawled. You slapped his chest. “But if you want we can add a few more.”

“No!” Sokka and Toph yelled in unison. Sokka covered Toph’s eyes as Zuko pressed his lips to yours, catching you off guard.

“I’m blind!” Toph grumbled, causing Sokka to look at her sheepishly.

“Oh, right,” Sokka replied, removing his hand and carrying Toph so that her feet were off the ground. “That’s better.”

“Just tell us if you kissed more than two times,” Toph said, hanging limply from Sokka’s arms. 

“Oh we definitely did,” Zuko said, a smirk on his face as you squeaked in embarrassment. 

“Ha! You owe me five gold pieces,” Sokka yelled triumphantly, accidentally dropping Toph. The small girl landed on the ground, scowling deeply at both having been dropped and losing the bet.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Snoozles. If you need me I’ll be outside,” Toph grumbled, stalking out of the cave. You shared an awkward glance with Sokka, who had a large grin on his face as he stared at the two of you. 

“Uh, anything else you need?” you asked the Water Tribe boy.

“No,” he replied, the smile never leaving his face. “We’ll be waiting outside when you’re done. Have fun, but not too much fun.”

Groaning, you dropped your head onto Zuko’s chest. Sokka let out a loud laugh as he left and Zuko simply rolled his eyes before looking down at you. Using his index and middle fingers, he tilted your chin up, bringing your face up so that he could look at you. A bright blush spread across your cheeks as you met Zuko’s golden eyes, the urge to look away growing stronger as his gaze dropped to your lips. 

“Now, where were we?”

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Hi hi

For my birthday, if you're still up for it: I was hoping for a post canon Linzin- first kiss after the break up🥺

Or write whatever else if you don't like this ^ I'm not picky.

This is very very sweet of you, so thank you🥰

So this one gave me multiple ideas so here’s the first one. Hope you enjoy!

“That definitely wasn’t what I was expecting,” Lin smiles after their picnic.

“Well, I wanted something different for the first official date,” Tenzin smiles back nervously, “I know you might still be on the fence about everything so I thought being away from prying eyes would be your preference.”

“Official is right, kind of feels like we’ve been doing this for the last month or so without calling it what it was,” Lin points out.

“Maybe we were,” Tenzin shrugs.

“This was good,” Lin feels for her key.

“Right so here we are,” Tenzin gestures to her door but the two just stare at each other, neither willing to make a move.

“What are we doing Tenzin?” Lin wonders why they are still just staring at each other but Tenzin interprets it differently.

“ I love you and want to be with you Lin. That hasn’t changed since I said it a few months ago,” Tenzin squeezes her hand.

“Tenzin, I…” Lin trails off. She knew what she felt but had trouble saying it out loud.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m rushing you. I want this but I want this at your pace, whatever you see fit. We have all the time in the world to decide how far this goes, if that’s something you decide you want,” Tenzin lets go of her hand, “have a good night Lin.”

“Night Tenzin,” Lin gives him a small smile. He steps towards her and Lin thinks he’s going to kiss her but instead he pulls her in for a hug.

“I’ll see you at the meeting,” Tenzin releases her.

“Right,” Lin nods hiding her disappointment before entering her home.

…

“Chief, you've got an admirer!” one of the captains chuckles as Lin walks past his office the next morning.

“Shun?” Lin turns to her assistant.

“Well, I think you should see for yourself,” Shun points to Lin’s office.

“Fine,” Lin walks into her office where the first thing that catches her eye is a bouquet of various lilies.

“Someone’s laying it on thick,” Mako peeps into Lin’s office.

“Can I help you with something or do I need to find something for you to do?” Lin glares at the firebender.

“Is that a panda lily?” Mako points to the flower in the centre, “he’s got it bad Chief.”

“Whatever Mako,” Lin rolls her eyes before finding work for him, “I need that box of files sent to the archive. Please get them done there.”

“Well I actu-,” Mako tries.

“You had time to check in on my love life, you have time to do that,” Lin points out.

“Yes chief,” Mako sighs as he lifts the box.

“Thanks,” Lin closes her door behind him so she can inspect her flowers in peace. When she sits at her desk she notices a note attached to the bouquet.

My lily, I had a great night. Thanks for coming.  -Tez

Something about him calling her lily again made her heart skip a beat. She told him she wanted a fresh start of whatever this was but old habits die hard. Old nicknames could get a pass. Actually, it reminds her of a time when she didn’t wait around for what she wanted.

“What am I waiting for?” Lin asks herself. She had to make up her mind about letting him in again before she even agreed to a date. She knew she loved him, she knew she wanted to try again and she knew she actually wanted the kiss she expected after their date. At fifty eight she wasn’t going to wait around awkwardly, no those days were long gone, she was going to do something about it. And so, Lin finds herself at Tenzin’s city office trying to get past his assistant.

“Master Tenzin asked not to be disturbed, he has a lot of work to do,” his assistant informs her

“Typical airhead is probably obsessing over the next presentation,” Lin grumbles to herself before deciding to continue into his office despite Tenzin’s assistant’s objections as she follows Lin.

“It’s fine Yuri,” Tenzin nods to his assistant who promptly leaves and closes the door behind her, “hey I was just-.”

“Nope,” Lin grabs a fistful of his robes and pulls him towards her for a kiss.

“Wow,” Tenzin gapes at her when they break the kiss.

“I love you too and I want to be with you,” Lin confesses.

“Lin…,” Tenzin looks around awkwardly.

“Shit, you changed your mind about this,” Lin takes a step back.

“I didn’t change my mind,” Tenzin insists before pointing to a corner in his office, “we just have an audience.”

“Uh, hi Aunt Lin,” Jinora waves awkwardly from the couch where she and Rohan are looking over some scrolls.

“Jinora, Rohan,” Lin struggles to maintain her composure after her new boyfriend’s? Partner’s? Lover’s? children witnessed their first kiss in almost two decades and her subsequent declaration of love.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” the eighteen year old Jinora smirks at the two.

“Jinora,” Tenzin groans.

“Your feelings were pretty obvious the last time Aunt Lin came to the island,” she points out, “Meelo and Ikki were trying to figure out how long this would take.”

“Obvious or not, we would appreciate it if you kept this quiet. This is very new,” Tenzin requests.

“Secret, got it,” Jinora nods before turning to her brother.

“Right secret,” Rohan agrees.

“We’ll give you two some space. Ikki and Meelo should be here for our lunch soon,” Jinora rolls up the scroll and helps Rohan quickly pack his bag.

“Bring aunty to dinner,” Rohan tosses over his shoulder.

“Our whole families will know by the end of the day,” Lin figures as she locks the door behind his children.

“Rohan has gotten better at keeping secrets,” Tenzin insists as he rests his hands on her hips.

“Right,” Lin rolls her eyes.

“They did what?!” the couple hears Meelo screech from outside. They look at each other and all they can do is chuckle.

“Now that we have the first kiss over with,” Tenzin strokes her cheek before leaning to meet her lips for a deeper kiss which Lin happily indulges.

[corysmiles]

Just thinking. Tiny streamer but angst. While staying at Wilbur house he accidentally hurt Tommy (nothing to serious) and Wilbur is just freaking out and the guilty is eating him alive

Little Streamer AU angst

cw/language

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They were gonna be late. Phil had invited all of them to meet up at a nice restaurant Tubbo had recommended since it was very well rated and supposedly extremely tiny friendly.

However, when Wilbur fell asleep earlier with Tommy curled up on his chest he had failed to remember to set an alarm. And now they only had fifteen minutes to get to a restaurant 45 minutes away.

“Fuck Tommy wake up we gotta go,” Wilbur urged as he gently nudged the sleepy tiny.

Tommy gripped the fabric of Wilbur’s shirt and pulled it around him like a blanket, snuggling further into Wilbur’s chest.

“Nooooo I’m too tired,” the small boy whined, “And you’re so comfortable.”

Wilbur sighed and tapped Tommy with his finger until the boy slapped him away.

“Come on you don’t want to disappoint Phil do you,” Wilbur smirked.

Tommy pushed his head into the ruffled shirt and huffed.

“Don’t bring Philza Minecraft into this,” he mumbled, “You know that’s not fair.”

Wilbur laughed as he started to sit up with Tommy still gripping onto him.

“You got ten seconds and then I’m gonna get up,” Wilbur warned jokingly.

“Ten...nine...eight...seven,” Wilbur laughed as Tommy grumbled even louder, “six...five...four-“

“Stop Wil I’m tired,” Tommy groaned.

“Three...two,” Wilbur paused and nudged the tiny with his wrist, “Tommy come one we gotta go.”

“Can’t we wait a little longer?” the teen murmured.

Wilbur chuckled and slowly stood up with the boy still laying on his chest, “One...Toms come on, you’re being ridiculous.”

He heard the boy squeak and reached out to pick him up off his shirt when he realized Tommy wasn’t hanging on anymore.

“Tommy?”Wilbur asked.

He heard a weak cry come the floor and immediately he felt fear flood his brain. Fuck, he had dropped Tommy.

“Oh god are you okay?” Wilbur panicked as he kneeled down to look for the tiny teen.

Tommy wheezed out a laugh and held his leg close to himself.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’m fine Wilbur,” Tommy said softly.

Wilbur carefully scooped the hurt boy into his hands and studied him with wide eyes.

“Oh god I’m so sorry what hurts?” He asked quickly.

Tommy shrugged and pulled up his pant leg where a large purple bruise was already forming.

“It’s just a bruise big man I’ll live. Come on aren’t we late?”

Wilbur gave a quick nod, but the idea that he had hurt the tiny was causing many unpleasant thoughts to fester in his head.

(Continued under the cut due to length)

Quickly the two got ready and drove off to the restaurant to meet up with the others. The dinner went fairly well,and Wilbur watched with a small smile as Tommy and Tubbo joked back and forth from their seats at the table. Though whenever their conversation shifted towards him he felt like he didn’t deserve it, he’d hurt Tommy after all.

He knew that he should have been more careful, Tommy was so fucking small compared to him, and even small compared to other tinies he had seen. He was lucky that Tommy was only bruised from the fall. A fall from the couch wouldn’t have been that bad if he was human but as a tiny...Wilbur didn’t even want to think about what could have happened.

After dinner the group said their goodbyes and Wilbur silently scooped up Tommy to rest in his shirt pocket while he called an Uber. He felt the kid shift around but otherwise he was weirdly quiet until they got back to the older man’s apartment.

“Hey Wil,” he heard Tommy call out.

Wilbur shrugged off his coat and gently placed Tommy on the kitchen counter to talk, “Yeah Toms?”

Tommy looked up at the human with an unreadable expression and sighed.

“You know I’m not mad at you right?”

Immediately Wilbur felt guilt dig into his heart again at the reminder of what had happened only a couple hours earlier.

The human forced out a nervous cough and shrugged at the upset tiny.

“Wil it was an accident,” Tommy stated, “Accidents happen big man, all the time actu-“

Wilbur snapped, “it’s different though I could have- I hurt you Tommy. I knew you were smaller than me and I still I- I fucking dropped you and for what? A joke?”

Tommy glared at his shoes and retorted, “Wilbur it’s fine really. I’m just bruised it’s not like I broke anything and I’ve fallen before from much farther places.”

Wilbur let out a deep breath and mumbled out, “So that’s supposed to make me feel better about that huh? That you didn’t break anything, even though with my fucking carelessness you very much could have.”

“Wil stop,” Tommy snapped, “Stop blaming yourself for this shit. I was the one who didn’t get up, it’s not your fault. I know you wouldn’t actually try to hurt me, but I’m not glass Wilbur.”

Wilbur stared into the tiny’s determined eyes and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I know I know,” Wilbur gave in, “I just...I really care about you. I know it’s like a bit and all, but I do see you as a brother Toms. And I...fuck I’ve never been around tinies before and now that I know you are one I’m so scared of fucking up and losing you...”

Tommy’s determined gaze softened at the human’s confession and as tears started to well up in Will’s eyes a gentle pressure leaned against the older’s hand.

Wilbur wiped away the few stray tears and gave a sad smile to the tiny who was now hugging the side of his finger.

“I care about you too Wilbur,” Tommy comforted, “But don’t worry about me alright? I forgive you, and I know you didn’t want to hurt me and shit. I still trust you with my life big man.”

Wilbur nodded sadly and slowly wrapped his hand around Tommy like a hug. The tiny snuggled into the human’s palm and gently rubbed against it with his hand.

“I know you trust me,” Wilbur sighed, “I just- I don’t wanna give you a reason to regret that.”

Tommy laughed lightly as Wilbur’s thumb gently rubbed against his head.

“You won’t Wil,” Tommy replied, “You could never make me stop trusting you unless you like fucking squished me or some shit. Then I’d fucking make your life a living hell.”

Wilbur laughed at the teen’s loudness and pulled him to his chest.

“I wouldn’t Tommy,” he reassured jokingly.

Tommy laughed and gently punched Wilbur’s chest, “Yeah you better not dickhead, then I’d have to find another person to sleep on.”

Wilbur grinned at the tiny and chuckled softly, watching as the boy giggled and tried to push Wilbur’s hand away.

“Come on Toms wanna play some games or something,” Wilbur asked softly.

Tommy laughed and gave him a thumbs up, “Of fucking course I do.”

Wilbur dropped Tommy into his chest pocket and sat down at his couch where a game was already set up to play.

He was barely paying attention until he heard Tommy mumble something unintelligible, and asked him to say it again.

“I said I trust you Wil,” the tiny whispered, “Please don’t feel bad.”

Wilbur smiled and pushed a gentle hand against where Tommy rested in his pocket.

“I know...Thank you so much Toms, for everything.”

[star-killer-md]

Actus Reus, Mens Rea

@contesa-lui-alucard asked:

Hey hey happy sleepover my friend!! If it’s alright with you, I have two prompts from the Smut list that I’d love to see you combine for... mob Kylo and lawyer reader! Oh snap!! 15 & 37, if you please. If not, no worries, I still hope you have an awesome sleepover 😁 (“Make it hurt, baby.” + “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”)

Anon asked:

hello, may i request clingy/possessive kylo,, thank you

Thank you lovlies for your requests and sorry from the bottom of my depressed ass heart that it took me so fucking long. Anyway here ya go, hope you enjoy some mobster Kylo deliciousness. I’m so excited you liked him Contesa, and I hope you’re into it as well too nonny! Sorry it got long, I truly have no control over that. 

And thank you so much to @sacklersdoll for reading over this for me!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Angst (its me), Smut (its me), mentions of predator/prey dynamic (mostly as metaphor), possessive Kylo Ren, semi-public sex, no pronouns for the reader by they are afab, dominant Kylo Ren, some brat vibes, Kylo Ren is not nice, allusions to guns, some sorta stalking behavior

Ship: Mob Boss!Kylo Ren x Lawyer!Reader

Summary: You’ve started to take on some pro bono clients as a favor to a friend and Kylo Ren is Not A Fan™ of all the attention this guy has been paying you. After a few months of consulting on the side, you’re beginning to wonder if life working for a mob boss is something you’re really cut out for. Though you quickly learn that you very well may have passed the point of no return when Kylo shows up at your office to remind you just who exactly you work for. 

“I really can’t thank you enough.”

You shook the woman’s hands and returned her smile. Her son stayed quiet, looking at the ground, but mumbled his thanks as well. He was a good kid. Just pissed off the wrong neighbor. One of those ‘get off my lawn,’ ‘good ole American dream’ types who thought welfare was a sign of the devil, and had it out for everyone in the lower tax brackets. 

“Really, it’s no problem,” you walked them to the door, leaving her your business card. “I’ll see you both at the courthouse on Monday.” 

Evan was waiting in your office when you returned. His patent leather shoes rested precariously on the corner of your desk and you knocked them off with a huff. 

“See you’ve made yourself at home,” you said, crossing your arms and staring down at him in your chair. 

He shrugged and stood under your scrutiny, moving around to take the seat across from you. Evan Goodman was an old friend from undergrad. You often got the impression he was still that same cocky frat boy in the head. Still flashed the ‘my daddy has more money than you’ smile on occasion when he really wanted to get under your skin. With his slicked back hair, unnervingly straight teeth, and his annoying prosperity despite never putting in much effort it was somewhat shocking the two still spoke. He was simply not the type of person who had ever needed to try. Success came naturally to him, and much to your dismay.

“What can I say? You’re a very gracious host,” he mused and leaned forward on the desk. “So, how did it go?”

You sighed, “They’ll be alright, might get saddled with a fine but the charges aren’t that serious.” 

“Good, Rosa’s an old friend. I would have helped her out myself, but not really my deal ya know?”

“Yeah, Mr. Tax Attorney, I get it.” 

Evan was kind of a dick, but he was also the kind of friend who would sit on the bathroom floor with you, hold your hair back and sing horrendous parody versions of ABBA no matter who heard. So you couldn’t hate him entirely. That also meant that when he came to you with cases like this, a favor for a friend or whatever the situation may be, you had a hard time refusing. 

It was also a convenient front for you not-so-legal legal work you’d been invested in for the past few months.

“Seriously, I know I’ve been asking a lot of you recently,” he flashed you that god awful grin and kicked his feet up again. “You can tell me to fuck off if it’s too much.” 

He had been coming to you for pro bono work with increasing frequency, especially over the past month or so, but again, you didn’t wholly mind it. You went into this kind of work for a reason. Though, you were starting to get the feeling that a certain, brooding, less than lawfully abiding businessman did not feel the same. 

Kylo Ren dealt frequently with the shady, black market underbelly of capitalist society, but you were less accustomed to his world and not completely ready to throw yourself to the hounds just yet.

You had already missed more than a few meetings and canceled on dinner tonight to meet with Rosa. To be fair, it wasn’t as if he’d made any indication this ill-defined whatever-it-was going on between the two of you was anything serious. And you were only his consultant, for now, so this took precedent anyway. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself of. Definitely not a way to avoid thinking about fucking your boss who also happened to be in with the mob. 

Definitely not.  

“I wouldn’t have agreed to help if I couldn’t manage it,” you yawned softly and stood to collect your things. 

It was late and you were beginning to fantasize about how soft and warm your sheets would be. If you got back in time you could pop them in the dryer and get in an episode or two before bed. 

“Hey, let me at least buy you dinner or something since I kept you out so late,” Evan parked his skinny frame in your path to the doorway. 

“You’re going to apologize for keeping me out late, by keeping me out even later?”

“Do you want free food or not?”

Pursing your lips, you stared at him for a few moments. He really did know all your weaknesses. You had skipped out on meeting with Mr. Ren—or Kylo or sir or whatever the hell you were supposed to call him now—already tonight, however, Evan was sure to take you somewhere nice and it wouldn’t be so morally repugnant if it was just as a ‘thank you….’

“Okay, fine,” you conceded and let him lead you out to the parking garage, locking the office up behind you. 

***

The next morning you stumbled past reception in a haze. Both from lack of sleep, and the bitingly cold winds battering your building despite the neighboring high rises blocking the brunt of the gale. The young woman at the desk informed you tersely that a Mr. Goodman was already waiting for you in your office and that you should really get here on time if you were expecting clients this early. 

You agreed that, yes you probably should but, you know, “trains and all that mess,” and tried not to judge her too harshly. After all, she was the barrier between you and the hundreds of calls this place received daily. 

Before slipping through the door with your name plate, you hung your coat on the rack and switched your phone on. It’d died on you last night amidst the allure of fancy, late night dinner and your sleep deprivation riddled brain had not cared enough to plug it in before bed. Fuck Amazon, but thank god for its speedy delivery of portable charges. 

You chewed your lip as the lock screen came to life. One missed call and a text. Both, of course from the most anxiety inducing sender, Kylo Ren. Because why would it be anyone else? His name menacing even typed out in standard black font. 

The text read:

Meet me at 8am.

It was very much like him—a command with punctuation and absolutely no details. The message receipt showed it was sent two hours ago, and it was already half past eight. Shit. Your fingers shook as you pulled up his contact and called. Every interaction left you coursing with adrenaline. Even now, miles away listening to the dial tone was nerve-wracking. Your heart pounded, hands slick in their grip on your phone. Maybe it was because you were never sure where you stood with him. Maybe it was because he was handsome and he knew it. Strong and he knew it. Intimidating and mysterious and closer in some ways to a Greek god than a man. He was all encompassing, and filled every available space in any room he occupied. 

Sometimes you thought you might choke on his presence. 

It rang once, twice, three times before cutting out completely. You stared down at the blank screen, biting your lip and shooting off a quick text. You were sorry, something important had come up, you would meet him the second it was convenient. 

Evan slapped you heartily on the back when you came into the room. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, evergreen with small white blossoms. 

“So, how many hours did you manage last night?” he asked, smiling his shit eating smile and seemingly unaffected despite the fact that he had to be running on just as little sleep as you.  

“I’m not even sure at this point,” you groaned as you tossed your bags down behind the little metal desk. “Time ceases to exist when you take trains past midnight.”

“Fair enough. Hey look,” Evan waved the greenery in your face, “courtesy of Rosa’s shop. She insisted I bring you something as thanks. I figured you could put them out in the front or something to brighten things up.” 

“They’re lovely. Please tell me you’re only here as a glorified delivery boy.”

His shoulders slumped at your lack of amusement, but before he could quip back the landline in your office rang. You answered, holding a finger towards Evan and leaning against the edge of the desk. It was the receptionist, Jess was her name? Maybe? You could never remember, someone else always addressed the holiday gift cards anyway. 

“There’s someone here to see you at the front desk,” she clipped, almost more exasperated than before. 

You told her you’d be right there and hung up. Evan grabbed his coat as you headed out, holding the door for you and following into the hall. 

“I’ll leave you to it if you’re busy, but give me a call after Monday and tell me how it goes,” he continued rambling as you came out into the front.

You had a smart comeback prepared, something about how simple the case was, he should have more faith in you, he was the reason you were busy in the first place, etc…but every word turned to ashes on your tongue when you saw him. 

Kylo Ren, standing right there at the desk and glaring at your receptionist. His suit was dark blue and ironed to perfection. Each leg was creased perfectly down the front and the jacket sat flawlessly on his wide set shoulders. He was a wall of unimaginably expensive fabric and what looked concerning like barely contained rage. You could see it in the twitch of his eye, the set of his jaw, and in the way his gaze landed on you the second you walked in. 

The way a predator immediately hones in on its prey. 

You froze just feet from him in the lobby, floundering like a fish on a hook. 

Evan, for his part, seemed not to notice the tension at all and continued to say his long winded goodbyes, placing the flowers in your hands and completely unaware of the slow, measured tightening of Kylo’s massive hands into fists at his side. 

“I’m free on Monday evening so we should—” 

“She’ll be busy.” 

Evan frowned, turning to face the man standing before him, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Kylo’s voice was a dark thing, low and rumbling, “She will be otherwise occupied.” 

His words were punctuated by a step towards you, one paw of a hand easily gripping your entire jaw. Lucky he did too, otherwise it would have dropped straight to the floor when he shot one last cobra strike glare in Evan’s direction, and pressed his mouth to yours. Right there. In the lobby. For everyone to see.  

The absolute bastard.

His lips were pillow plump and softer than the silk lining of his suit—and even through the surge of shock and embarrassment and more than a touch of anger—you felt your heart throb at the way he licked into your mouth. 

The flowers tumbled from your hands onto the floor as everything in you went limp under his touch. This was nowhere near the first time you’d tasted him, but it was like this every time. Like drinking ambrosia. An otherworldly experience. 

But that didn’t stop the sharp pain of his crushing grip on your arm, the way he nearly lifted your feet off the floor when he pulled away to drag along behind him. You could hear Evan spluttering in the hall behind you, the receptionist going back to clacking at her keyboard as if nothing had happened. 

When Kylo opened your office door he just about threw you inside. You tripped as he tipped you in, stumbling and catching yourself on the edge of your desk. The power behind his hand alone was undeniable. You shuddered at the thought of the array of purple fingerprints he would leave behind. It made your mouth dry and your heart sink. Confusing and delicious. 

And left you seething nonetheless. 

“What the fuck was that?!” you were not calm, so you didn’t attempt any semblance of it. 

“You didn’t answer me,” he said, level as he always was. 

The quiet before the storm and all that. 

“About the meeting? I tried to call, my phone died—”

“Because you were out catching trains at all hours of the night, I’m aware.” 

You paused, glaring at the wall of muscle between you and the door, “How did you know that?”

“So you’re not denying it?”

Kylo stalked towards you like a beast in his tailored suit and polished leather shoes like talons. You could hear your heartbeat, hear the blood rushing in your ears. Just like a rabbit in the sightline of a hawk, you were clearly being hunted. 

“Why would I deny something I’m not trying to hide?” your voice came out horse as he caged you between the desk and his chest, arms on either side to block any route of escape. 

“No you are certainly not adept at subtlety,” he said and you couldn’t take your eyes off the way his tongue moved behind his teeth. “This is the fifth time that idiot in the hall has distracted you from work.”

“That’s not an answer,” you tried to spit the words but his eyes were boring into you. The honey of them spilled down your spine and made you shiver. “How did you know? You are not entitled to any information pertaining to my personal life, regardless.” 

“Watch your mouth,” he growled. “Entitlement has no part in this.”

You were entering dangerous territory, though stopping curiously did not occur to you.

“I don’t think you have the right to be throwing out commands right now, not after that display.”

“Have you forgotten who you work for?” Kylo hissed at you, hands wrapped around the metal of your desk so hard you thought it might warp under his fingers. 

“Of course not,” you desperately tried to keep your voice down lest anyone get even more a spectacle. 

“Then what is this?” one hand left the desk and pulled a phone from inside his jacket. 

The screen lit up, and you looked in horror at pictures of yourself. Pictures of yourself from last night. Pictures of yourself from last night at dinner with Evan, interspersed with shots of you crossing the street, waiting on the train platform, and stumbling back into your apartment. Each was clearer than you’d expected, presumably from some insanely expensive surveillance equipment. You had been out for hours, and you had been watched the whole time. 

You narrowed your eyes, flicking back and forth between Kylo’s face—the graceful bridge of his nose pointed down at you—and gaped. 

“You had me followed…” you breathed the words into the slowly shrinking space between your bodies. 

He simply nodded, as if, somehow, you were foolish for not having considered this before. Perhaps you were. Perhaps you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. Perhaps you had signed on for much more than a paycheck when you agreed to work for Kylo Ren. 

“I can’t have my employees getting distracted.”

Kylo slowly drifted ever closer, shoulders bent so he was eye level with you. He pressed further into the desk, pinning you between his body and the hard surface that bit into your ass. Something long and thick and hard nudged your thigh. 

“I don’t know why you though having me followed was necessary—” 

“You’re an arrogant little slut who needs to be reminded of your priorities,” his hand snatched your leg and wrenched it open so he could stand between them, “ I am not something you do on the side.” 

You could hear the way his teeth grit out the words, the way they formed as a growl deep in his beast’s throat. The hand still settled on the desk, skimmed up your hip and chest, his fingers 

biting into your jaw. 

“Do you understand me?”

Your lips were shut tight in a thin line, eyes wide and staring up like the prey you were. The silence only provoked him more. Snarling, two thick fingers wrenched your mouth open, pressing hard on your tongue and making you gag around them. 

“Answer.” 

Kylo Ren almost always spoke in commands. Having power did that to people, and rarely did it ever compel you, but his words sunk deep into your bones. Dredged up some dark, instinctual need to obey. To submit to this show of control. 

“Yes,” you mumbled around his fingers in your mouth, drool slipping past your lips when they moved. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

You watched him suck his teeth, grabbing your face tighter and dragging you close so he could spit directly into your open mouth. He slammed your jaw shut, nearly taking off the tip of your tongue and hissed into your ear. 

“Swallow.” 

Again, you did without a thought. And it was disgusting, but invigorating, sent off some spark in your stomach with how easily he bent your body to his will. There was no man like him, you decided. And maybe this was simply because Kylo Ren was not a man. That term alone would never do him justice. 

In one shockingly smooth motion, you found yourself flat on your back, ass hanging off the edge of the desk with his hands on your hips. He ground himself against you, the throbbing of his cock evident even through the layers of clothing. That feeling on its own had you soaked through, thighs sticking with liquid excitement. 

“Remember who you work for,” he growled into your neck, licking a long stripe up your throat and sucking at the exposed skin. 

But it was very clear to you what he really meant. 

Remember who you belong to. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth as he bit down on the skin just above your shoulder, laving his tongue over the stinging flesh. Kylo pulled back, frowning down at you and yanking the hand away from your face. One held both your wrists in a vice lock while the other ripped your panties straight down your legs and left the dripping fabric discarded on the carpet. 

“No, they’re going to hear you,” he grunted, and pulled one of your hands down, pressing it to your slit and running your fingers through your slick. “Go on, touch your fucking pussy and let them know what a little whore you are for me.” 

It was something about his voice. Something in the way it left him, its timbre, its wonder, unquestioning. You could never refuse him. 

So, with a small nod you parted your folds, head resting on a stack of files as you drew slow circles around your clit with a shaky hand. His eyes never left your cunt, tracing the movement of your finger and the trail of wetness that seeped from you to the desktop. Softly, you gasped as the familiar placement of your fingers made you clench and arch up. Kylo’s rubbed small circles into your inner thighs with his thumbs, kneading the flesh there. 

When the spark was there, the lovely pulsing in your nerves alight, you dipped down, teasing and slipping inside, grinding down as best you could on your hand. It wasn’t enough, but nothing ever was since you’d been ripped open on Kylo’s cock. 

Evidently he did not find your work sufficient either. 

Another finger joined yours, stroking your lips and circling your entrance. His touch made you whine, the promise of hands that were not your own never ceasing to illicit a new gush of pleasure. 

“I said,” he murmured, his touch so terribly feather light. “Let them hear you.” 

He was like a gunshot, sudden and forceful and almost instantly had you screaming. Kylo slammed his fingers into you, so full and so deep, curling hard against that lovely spot inside. 

“Kylo, god, please—” you moaned long and low, your face burning with the knowledge that the walls were barely thick enough to keep your phone calls private, much less the shameful noises he pulled from you. 

“What was that?” he panted, adding another finger and pumping them deep into your cunt. “You can do better.” 

Your teeth dug so hard into your lip you thought it might bleed, but you couldn’t take much more. The ledge was approaching—Kylo Ren knew it—and he was determined to push you straight into the fire. 

You choked when his deliciously thick fingers were ripped from you, walls fluttering around the awful emptiness. Your head lolled back as you listened to him work the buckle of his belt and slacks open, and when you did glance down your mouth watered at the sight. Kylo—impossibly long cock throbbing in his hand—stood between your legs, stroking himself from root to tip. You watched little pearls of precum bead at the head while his thumb swiped across to smear them along his length. 

“You are insane,” you hissed through gritted teeth. 

Did you need to keep this position? No, technically you would be more than well off on the salary Mr. Ren so graciously provided. However, you could not mentally deal with being terminated for getting dicked in your office during work hours. 

Kylo smirked, the edge of his perfect cupid’s bow cocked back and aimed straight at your chest. Without warning, he sunk into you, straight to the hilt and threw his head back as you sobbed with the sharp sting of being split in two on his cock. 

“This is what you do,” he growled into your ear, hands on either side of your head as he worked his length back out only to pound into you again. “You work for me and you take my cock and don’t ever fucking forget that.”  

Your legs were wound so tightly around his waist that had he been any other man, his ribs would have cracked under the pressure. His hair, falling in black, satin waves, was gorgeous even in the sterile office lighting. You threaded your fingers into it at the roots and held him while your body rocked against the desk. It’s metal surface pinched at your sink and made your back ache, though that was nothing compared to the burn of Kylo’s thrusts, sliding against your walls. You felt him in your throat. You always did. That was simply the way things were with him. He filled you painfully, thoroughly, took over all of your senses until it was just him. 

And, strangely, it was the most alive you’d ever felt. 

He was unlike anyone you’d ever known.

You couldn’t scream for him, but you could still let him taste the desperation, the willingness in your body to mold against him. So you kissed him, dragged him by the hair to meet your lips and licked past his teeth, gasping and moaning on his tongue as you sucked it hard and cried into his mouth. 

And he drank you down, picking up a punishing rhythm and breaking blood vessels where his hands gripped your hips. One drifted lower, thumb pressing down hard on your clit as your cunt clenched around his length. The desk was lifting off the ground with every thrust, the room filled with the wet sounds of your bodies and you were quickly melting under him. 

Warmth was spreading, growing, building out from your pussy, igniting in your veins. He was right. This is what you did. This is what he did to you. This toe curling, lip biting, bone shattering kind of pleasure. 

Oh you were so royally fucked. 

“I—oh shit—Kylo I’m,” you pulled back just enough to pant out a warning before the wave took you. 

So hot, it washed over your skin and made your legs shake and your hands leave his hair to dig your nails into his chest through the crisp white button down he wore. 

“Feel that?” he grunted as you convulsed and shuddered under him, “Feel how this pussy was made for me.” 

You nodded, buried your face in his neck and held on as he worked you through your climax and straight into his own. Once, twice he ground his cock deep in you, feeling how tight you were around him until he was spent and spilling hot, thick ropes of cum that coated your walls and dripped out around his length. 

He panted, lazily rolling his hips, fucking you slowly until finally, he came to a halt with his softening cock still sheathed inside you. Seconds past, or maybe hours, you couldn’t tell. Kylo tended to have that effect on you. Time slipped away so easily in his presence, like there was never enough of it. 

When he did pull away, you stayed with your back firmly planted amidst the mess of scattered paperwork and manila envelopes. He rose to his full, towering height and tucked himself away, straightening the wrinkles in his suit and eyeing you only once from the side. You admired his profile, you never understood until now what the meaning of the word “regal” truly was. 

Under the dictionary definition, his picture surely would be there, staring at you down the bridge of his marble carved nose. 

You sat up on your elbows as he stalked towards the door. 

“Was that all you came for?”

Kylo paused, broad back still facing you and leaving the room feeling irrevocably empty with just the intention of his absence. 

“We’ll reschedule for five tonight,” he said, filling the door frame completely. “Don’t be late.” 

The door clicked shut behind him and the sound of it made you collapse back onto the desktop. You laid there for a moment, leaking your combined spend and aching. The throb of him settled in your muscles and festered. But the worst part was the other ache, the pain of being without. And maybe you had been a bit avoidant. Maybe this work really was so you didn’t have to see him. Because if you saw him you’d end up fucking him—which was fine, which was good, which was great actually—but then he would leave. And you couldn’t decide which wanting was worse. The wanting before or the wanting after. 

Maybe it didn’t matter. 

You had more important things to think about anyway. Like securing the receptionist an incredibly large holiday bonus, assuming you still had a job here at the end of the day. 

Maybe that didn’t matter either. 

It might be high time you made a commitment to whatever the hell kind of mess you’d stumbled into. Kylo Ren was an enigma in the best kind of way. Maybe you should stop running from it. 

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Can I have a Nick x reader fic if your comfortable writing for him? Could it be like they are childhood friends and she moves away before he starts dating Carrie and comes back after Nick and Carrie broke up? If she could be the shy, quiet type but is really passionate when she's talking about what she likes, maybe fanfiction or a subject, that would be awesome?! Thanks 💙💙💙

TITLE: Moving on (JATP Nick x reader)

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Request: Can I have a Nick x reader fic if your comfortable writing for him? Could it be like they are childhood friends and she moves away before he starts dating Carrie and comes back after Nick and Carrie broke up? If she could be the shy, quiet type but is really passionate when she's talking about what she likes, maybe fanfiction or a subject, that would be awesome?! Thanks 💙💙💙

Prompt/summary:  Reader finally comes back to LA after months of being gone

Word Count: 1,562

Authors note: Omg I was so excited to write this!!!! Does Nick even have a last name????

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Returning to LA had always been something I wanted for months. Leaving right after freshman year was a shock but I couldn’t argue with my parents new job offer that enabled us to save up money. So I guess I was considered a rich kid now.

It’d been too long since I walked through the halls of the performing art school. Even after all this time away, nothing had changed that much.

“(Y/n)?”

“Oh,” I said as I turned around, “Hey Carrie.”

She smiled bitterly at me, “So glad to see your back. We’ve been looking for a new dancer for Dirty Candy, wanna audition?”

“I think I’ll pass, since I just got back and all,” my face grew hot.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she walked away, “Tragic.”

I rolled my eyes and made my way to my locker. It was in the same hallway, even along the same wall as my old one, just a few doors down. My combination was similar enough that I memorized it quickly. The smell of old wood and printed paper still settled throughout the school. It truly felt so good to be back.

I turned to see the same fedora I had been looking for since I got here this morning walking down the hallway, “Nick! Wait up.”

He turned around and a wide smile grew across his face when he saw who yelled, “(Y/n)! You’re back!”

To my surprise he pulled me into a hug, “I’m glad to be back. I missed you guys.”

“Well you have a lot to catch up on.”

“Hey, where’s Julie? I haven’t seen her all day,” I said, pushing some hair back from my face.

“About that... her mom passed away a few months ago. Her and Carrie had a falling out then Julie started her own band. It’s really cool, can’t wait for you to see them.”

“Oh,” I said, I was shocked at the news. Carrie and Julie had always been super close and everyone expected them to go places after high school, “What else has changed?”

Nick shrugged, “Not much.”

“Oh come on, surely there has to be more than that. You must’ve pulled a girlfriend in the time I was gone. Every text I got you were saying how you were talking to someone.”

“It’s nothing (Y/n).”

I scoffed, “Yeah right. I thought we were best friends!”

“Just drop it okay?” he snapped.

“Oh, okay.”

“I’m sorry I just...”

“You guys broke up?”

“Yeah...” he nodded.

I reached up to push the fedora over his eyes causing him to laugh, “It’ll be okay Nicky, I’m sure you have plenty of girls who’d jump at the opportunity to date you.”

Nick chuckled, “You know, you’ve changed a lot since you left. It’s nice seeing you happy.”

“Did I not look happy before?” I smirked.

“Wha- no!” he stumbled on his words, “It’s just- you were always so shy, most people thought you were upset when you were just trying to stay out of peoples spotlight.”

“I guess you could put it that way, I just didn’t think I was important enough to really put myself out there.”

He smiled, “What changed?”

“Going to a smaller school made me realize I don’t have to worry so much about other people. I was allowed to blend in. It was boring to keep to myself all the time so I ended up making friends who gave me confidence.”

“Well it really shows.”

I smiled and waved before walking into my first class of the day. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Throughout my first day back at school I felt myself starting to fall into the same habits I had before. I didn’t like so many peoples eyes on me so I never raised my hand. But eventually I pushed myself to at least try it once every class and by then I realized there wasn’t that many people paying attention. 

I found Nick at lunch and sat down in front of him. He hadn’t noticed me yet as he was staring at his phone.

“Hello? Earth to Nick,” I said, waving my hand in front of his face.

He finally looked up and blinked, “Oh, sorry. Just responding to a text.”

“You were staring at the screen pretty hard, are you okay?” I tried to lighten the situation by joking.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You don’t sound like it.”

He sighed and stuck his phone back into his pocket, “I said I’m fine (Y/n).”

I frowned at the tone in his voice before beginning to eat my lunch. I looked around the lunchroom so I didn’t have to look at Nicks frustrated face. Two tables over I saw another frustrated face staring daggers at me.

“It was Carrie, wasn’t it?”

Nick looked at me confused, “What? How’d you know?”

“Call it an instinct.”

He sighed again, “I kinda wished I hadn’t. It ruined our friendship and now she won’t leave me alone.”

“Just give it some time,” I said, “She’ll move on.”

“I hope she does. I’ve already moved on.”

“That’s good,” I smiled.

“Are you coming to my game on Saturday?”

I took a bite of my food, “The basketball game?”

“What other sport?” he laughed, “And don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“I’ll try to be there,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“Great. I’ll see you there.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was never really a sports fan. I brought a book there in case I got bored but then I felt rude for trying to read. I was there to watch Nick, he asked me to be here. I ended up shoving the book back into my bag and trying to focus on the game I knew little to nothing about.

Finally I saw him score a basket, “Go Nick!”

He turned to the crowd and waved at me making me smile widely. In front of me I saw three heads turn and Carrie and her clones were staring daggers at me. Great.

I tried to keep my shouting to a minimum after that, only cheering with the rest of the crowd. Every time Nick ran down the court he would send a bright smile my way that caused my heart to skip a beat a little bit. Finally the last buzzer sounded signaling the end of the fourth quarter so I walked down the bleachers to wait on Nick.

“So are you his new fling?” I heard behind me.

There stood Carrie in all her terrible glory, “Um, no?”

“Well don’t get too close sweetie. He’ll break your heart when he comes crawling back to me.”

“Right,” I said. I turned and tried to walk back over to the bleachers to sit down when someone stopped me, “Hey Nick.”

“Hey,” he smiled.

“Great job!” 

“Thanks,” he said shyly, “I was wondering, would you wanna grab something to eat after this?”

“Sounds good to me. I’m starving.”

“Meet me out front,” Nick said as he ran to the locker room to change.

I sat in front of the school until the basketball team finally walked out.

“Ready to go?”

“Yup, better pick somewhere close cause I’m starving.”

“I know I know,” Nick chuckled.

As we neared the car Nick walked in front of me to open the car door.

“Wow what a gentleman,” I giggled as I hopped in. He only laughed and walked around to get in the drivers seat.

“What did Carrie say to you after the game?” he asked.

“Oh,” I sighed, “Nothing. Just petty drama.”

“She asked if we were together didn’t she?”

I only nodded.

Nick sighed, “I should’ve known. If she ever says anything like that again tell me.”

“Its not a big deal Nick,” I said, “She’s just being petty. It doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t want her bothering you.”

“It’s barely bothering me Nick.”

“She keeps wanting me to get back with her and she’ll do anything to do it. Even if it means hurting you and driving you away from me. That’s the last thing I want cause I already lost you once okay?”

I sat there, confused at his last statement, “Why would she care if we’re together?”

Nick stiffened in his steat.

“Nick just tell me.”

“I had a crush on you before you left,” he said, my shoulders dropped with relief, “And she would always remind me that she was better than you. All the time. I was so sick of it. When you got back... I was so happy. I had no idea she was going to say anything like that to you tonight, I didn’t even know she was going to be here.”

“Nick I-”

“I don’t want this to change our friendship.”

“Nick,” I placed my hand on his cheek and gently forced him to look at me, “I want this to change.”

He smiled, “Really?”

“I wanna be more than friends. I wanted that before I left, and I wanted that while I was gone. I wanna be more than friends now.”

He gently placed his hands on both sides of my face before pulling me into a sweet kiss. When he finally pulled away I could help the giggle that escaped me.

“So are you going to break my heart when you go crawling back to Carrie?” 

Nick rolled his eyes and chuckled, “Not in a million years.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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the point of no return | kth (m)

➛pairing: Kim Taehyung / reader  ➛summary: Just when your evening out has gone to complete shit, you stumble - quite literally - into the cutest man walking the cutest dog, who manages to turn it all around. Or, alternatively - how drunkenly losing your debit card on your quest for nachos lands you the best lay of your life. ➛genre: starting out musician!AU. humor, smut, fluff. the trifecta. ➛word count: 10,896 (oof.)  ➛rating: explicit/mature ➛warnings: alcohol use, cursing, oral (male & female receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, slight over-stimulation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie, very minor cum play, brief mention of the word ‘sir’, relatively vanilla considering I wrote it. ➛notes: Welp. We all knew this was going to happen, right? I can only scream about the man in the tags for so long before the thirst is going to come out. This whole idea started from watching Tae & Yeontan’s V-Live with @quinnkoo​​ and @jimins-ass-eater​ and saying, “damn, imagine seeing him walking his dog at 1 am.” To which they replied, “Oh god, you'd probably be drunk and without your debit card or something. He'd pity you and help you home.” They aren’t wrong. I also want to give a quick shoutout to those above ladies and the lovely @serensama who encouraged me to write this and post it, hyping me the whole way. Love you, beeches. ➛song: Magnets - Disclosure ft. Lorde

This was the worst date of your life.

Okay, so it wasn’t exactly a date. What had started off as a girls night with your best friends had quickly turned into them pairing off shortly after entering the bar and leaving you all by your lonesome to try and finagle an extra shot in your vodka seltzer for free.

Those bitches.

You couldn’t be mad at them, truly. A quick glance showed that Suzu had managed to have a full cutie wrapped around her finger in a round booth near the bar, her big brown eyes batting at him innocently as he whispered a sweet something in her ear. You snorted when you heard her pull a fake-but-I-want-to-bone-you laugh, leaning forward to place a hand a little high on his thick thighs. Good for her, she deserves to get some.

Next to her, Serena had a sleepy young man practically eating out of the palm of her hand, which was nothing new, truly. She always managed to have some victim within her grasp, and though this one looked shy, he also looked seconds away from dropping to the floor and licking her boot if she asked.

Usually that would leave you with Quinn, the two of you notorious for sipping drinks and judging the patrons of whatever fine establishment you had ended up at, but she was occupied with Mr. Thigh’s friend. Her back turned towards Suzu, she had a playful narrow in her eyes, leaning into a tall brunette who’s baby face hid a wicked smirk at whatever snark she was throwing his way.

That was how you found yourself alone, trying – and failing – to ignore what must’ve been the fourth in the Drunk Man Squad. He had followed when you snuck off to the bar, abandoning the table of love birds, and hadn’t stopped pestering with shitty pick up lines and not so subtle glances at your chest.

He wasn’t bad, you supposed, but he also wasn’t great. The sleeze rolled off of him in waves, and the way he kept smirking like he had the biggest dick in the room had your eyes practically rolling into the back of your skull. You weren’t drunk nor horny enough for his antics, which was truly saying a lot.

“So, what’s a pretty thing like you drink?”

“Vodka. A lot of it.” Sipping the dregs of your glass, you raised and wiggled it to show your interest in another, smiling when the bartender seemed to read your mind. The man next to you chuckled, leaning forward until his sticky breath was ghosting on your ear, making you want to gag.

“What’s your name, sexy?”

“Not Interested.” you give him a tight smile, the faux politeness dripping from your voice. Turning back towards the bar, you hope he’s smarter than he looks and will leave you in your quest to not feel your face, however he proves you wrong moments later.

“I’m Trent.”

“Neat.” Your drink couldn’t get in your hands fast enough, the minute the cool glass slid towards your waiting palm you had already lifted it to your lips, gulping down the burning liquid.

You could feel his eyes on you as you drank, your skin practically crawling in disgust as he looked you up and down. Ugh, what a perv . It was like he had taken a special class in order to be the douche bag of your nightmares, and for a moment, you thought about interrupting your friends’ quest for dick just so you could escape.

“Come on, baby. We could have some fun. I guarantee I’d show you a good time,” he sneered, his hands reaching out to grab your hips. The only thing this loser could guarantee is that you’d be ending the evening with your good friend Mr. Hitachi, and that was something you could do without having to ever see his dick in the flesh. With reflexes faster than should be possible after the amount of liquor you’ve had, you stepped out of his reach, back pressing to the bar.

Sighing, you finished your drink, slamming the glass onto the bar top without bothering to turn away from Trevor or whatever his name was in front of you. He wasn’t going to take the hint, was he? Eyeing your friends, you weighed your options. You could stay, entertain this creep who clearly wouldn’t be leaving you alone as long as his friends were trying to get with yours. Maybe get a few free drinks, do a little grinding before slipping away, feigning a need to puke to ensure he wouldn’t follow you. But that seemed like too much effort, and truly, nothing sounded better than some nachos and a drunk Netflix binge in the comfort of your own bed.

Friendship Code had established that no one was allowed to leave without notifying the others, but seeing as Suzu had her tongue halfway down Mr. Thigh’s throat, Serena was draped across his friend like a lounge singer, and Quinn looked like she was either going to straddle or arm wrestle the remaining man into submission - you had a feeling they wouldn’t miss you. You could just send them a text once you were free of Douche Bag’s glare, and let them know where you were.

Now, just to get rid of the perv in front of you.

Pulling the best smile you were able to fake after 4 vodka seltzers, you batted your eyes at the man, letting your voice dip low.

“Tront, was it?”

“No, it’s Trent, actu-“

“Listen, I bet you could definitely show me a good time,” you purred, using your best Jessica Rabbit voice. “But I need more to drink first, for sure, and I left my purse at the table with your friends. Be a dear and grab it for me? Then we can figure out a plan..” you let your words trail off, hoping he had enough brain cells to at least pick up on what you were alluding to.

His eyes widened, pupils darkening with lust as he gave you a sneer. “Sure thing, baby. I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You waited til his back was turned, his form maneuvering through the swarms of bodies before you swiveled and high tailed it towards the door, not sparing a look back. Luckily it wasn’t too far from the bar, and it was easy to ignore the shouts of what could’ve been Trout shouting ‘baby’ the minute the cool night air hit your skin.

You kept your pace up as you rounded the block, wanting to make sure there was enough distance between you and the club in case he decided to chase you, only allowing yourself to slow when you were sure he wouldn’t be able to find you.

Sighing in relief, you reach for your clutch, pulling out your cell phone to send a quick message to the group text with your friends. You let them know you were safe and headed home, and then sent enough eggplant emojis that you were sure their dates for the evening wouldn’t be able to miss them.

Chuckling at your obvious wit, you kept walking towards the nearest 7/11, nachos the only thing on your vodka soaked brain. Drunk you always needed a snack before bed, and she had the most excellent of palettes that demanded faux neon cheese more often than not. It wasn’t until you had your sights set on cheese dispenser that you realized one fatal mistake in your escape plan.

Your debit card.

“Fuck!” reaching in your clutch, you fumble to feel the piece of plastic that even drunk you was aware wouldn’t be found, seeing as how you had decided to leave an open tab at the bar the minute your friends had saddled up to the men at that booth.

This is exactly why you couldn’t have nice things.

Eyeing the nachos one last time, you turned to leave the store, dejected, soul leaving your body. Not only could you not go back to get your card, lest you run into Traz again, but now you couldn’t even lick fake cheese off your fingers in bed. All in all, this was still probably the worst date of your life.

Barely looking as you leave the store, you pull your phone from your bag once more, scanning through the apps for Uber to take your sad ass home. Tapping on the icon, you had a moment of realization yet again when you tapped the car sharing app and were prompted with a log in request – reminding you that you had never actually set up an account. Between Serena, Quinn and Suzu, there had never really been a need, considering they were usually more responsible and therefore the ones always calling rides for you during your nights out.

“Fuck!” stomping your foot, you look around, glazed eyes looking for any signs that would indicate where exactly you had wandered in your dumb bitch quest for nachos. You’re pretty sure your apartment is only several blocks away from here to the left, but you aren’t positive - everything is dark and nothing looks the same and god damnit, if that fucking dick weasel hadn’t ruined your evening-

It was while you were turning and looking around frantically like a lunatic in the middle of the sidewalk that you walked into something hard, your balance easily thrown off thanks to the alcohol in your system, causing you to fall. You braced for a hard impact with cement, a soft squeal leaving your lips as you landed on something decidedly more human than sidewalk.

Laying for a moment, you try to regain your senses when you hear a small bark, a fluffy tan and brown ball coming into your vision.

“A puppy! Oh my god! Hi handsome!” cooing, you reach out to encourage the dog, giggling when it was close enough for you to touch. “Aren’t you the cutest thing ever, huh! Who’s a good boy?”

 A deep rumble vibrated under your chest. “I would say since I caught your fall, that I’d be the good boy, but I guess it’s debatable.”

 Squinting, you look down at the source of the low drawl, eyes widening when you realized you weren’t on the ground, but in fact laying on top of a very attractive, very annoyed man.

 “Oh God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize- I just-“ shuffling, you roll onto your side before jumping to stand up, swaying slightly as the equilibrium readjusted.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He stood, brushing some errant dirt off his hands.  It wasn’t until he was standing before you that you truly could admire his beauty – and fuck, was he beautiful. The stranger was tall, towering over you with broad shoulders and a lean musculature that made your mouth water. His hair was colored a bright red, obviously unnatural but flattering all the same, tucked underneath a backwards black cap. He was dressed rather simply, in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, and yet somehow he looked like he belonged on a runway despite it. He was so fucking good looking it made you a bit mad, your eyes narrowing.

A small yip pulled your attention back to the black and tan fluff ball at your feet, and  your anger at the demigod before you was temporarily forgotten. Leaning down, you cooed at the pup, a hand out to accept any affection coming your way.

 “Hi! What’s your name cutie, huh?”

“It’s Taehyung.”

 Eyes widening, you gasped playfully before running your fingers through the dogs fur, scratching behind his ears. “Hi, Taehyung! You are such a good boy, aren’t you? The best pup, the strongest-“

A low laugh stole your concentration, and your eyes flicked to the golden man before you once more. “No, my name is Taehyung. His name is Yeontan. I call him Tannie.”

At his name, the pup jumped up on his hind legs, his upper body leaning on your shins in a polite request to be scooped up – which you promptly conceded to. “Tannie! I knew that. I could tell because I’m your mother.” Nuzzling into his fur, you sighed, feeling bliss holding the tiny Pomeranian.

 “Uh, excuse me…. Mother?”

 “Well, yes, obviously. See how much he loves me? A son always recognizes his mother.” Yeontan yipped in response, moving to lick your face. Hazy eyes moved to glare at Taehyung, an eyebrow raising. Infuriatingly, he just grinned, hands slipping into the pockets of his hoodie. “Am I allowed to get the name of the mother of my dog?”

You pout at him for a moment longer, stroking the dog in what you hoped looked like a sophisticated way. “I’m offended you don’t already know it, but yes, you can.” Giving him your name, you reach out a hand, startling at the size of the palm that wraps around yours. His hand was warm, and so soft, and you found yourself holding on for a moment too long before realizing how awkward you were being.

Shuffling, he dropped your hand. “Well, ah, if you’re okay, we really ought to be going,” he pulled a phone out, glancing at the time before groaning. “We don’t have much time left before we have to head back.”

Groaning, you looked into the small dogs eyes, placing a gentle kiss on his nose. “I’m sorry we have to separate so soon, Tannie. One day, your father and I will work out a better custody arrangement, but until then…” placing the dog back on the ground, you gave him one last pat before standing up straight. “Remember that your mother loves you.”

You could feel the heat of Taehyung’s gaze on your form, the way he took in your tight black dress and ankle boots and dark, smudged mascara. His expression was unreadable, but when he finally met your eyes, the heat couldn’t be missed – even in your inebriated state.

“Are you… drunk?” he murmured, the bass of his voice lilting slightly in concern. You scoffed in a poor attempt to ignore his questioning, but a quick glance at his face told you that he was genuine in his concern.

 “No.”

 He raised a brow, glare unwavering.

 “Okay, maybe a little bit. But that’s not the problem! The real problem is that I left my debit card at the bar in an attempt to escape a total asshat who couldn’t take no for an answer, and now I don’t have any  money to get my garbage nachos, and I never bothered to sign up for Uber so I can’t get a ride, and now I have to somehow walk back to my apartment, which I think is this way, but-“

“Whoa, slow down. You don’t have your debit card?” You nodded, bottom lip pulled between your teeth. “I forgot it at the bar when I made my great escape. Sad, right? I could be eating nachos right now .”

His dark brown eyes danced with amusement, a grin pulling at his plump lips. Fuck, his smile was attractive, and you had to fight back the desire to tell him so. What gave him the right to be this good looking? And with a cute dog? It should be illegal.

Nodding, he regarded his phone again, glancing in the direction you had pointed. “I’m sorry for your loss – I can only imagine just how good those nachos would be right about now.”

“Thank you for your condolences.”

“However, I can’t in good conscious let you walk home alone at this time of night. Would you mind if Tannie and I walk you?” he steps closer to you, and when the dog follows suit, he smiles at you once more.

You pretend to weigh your options for a moment, not wanting to seem like a total moron, but ultimately knowing you could trust him. The drunk version of you wasn’t always the best at making choices (as the blackjack dealer at the casino one city over could attest to), but there was something about Taehyung – something beyond the good looks and boxy grins – that told you that he could be trusted, that he was a good person.

“I would love for my son and his father to walk me home.”

It only took about a block for the liquor to start thrumming in your veins, your buzzed state intensifying with the exercise. No words had been exchanged since you started your trek, and the silence was deafening.

 “So, why are you walking your dog at 1 am anyway?”

 Side eyeing the man next to you, you don’t miss the nervous chuckle he gives. “Uh, well, I’m pretty busy during the days, with work and stuff, so it’s hard to get out. I have to kind of keep a low profile anyway, so… we came up with a compromise. Midnight walks are when we get our bonding time.” He looked down at the small dog fondly, eyes bright.

 “Ah, yes. I see. So you’re a vampire.”

 “What? No, I’m not a vampire. It’s just easier to be out at night-“

 “That sounds like something a vampire would say.”

Taehyung groaned then, his eyes rolling back in his head which made you giggle, your body hunching forward. Laughing, you stumbled slightly at a divot in the concrete, anticipating biting the dust yet again until you felt him grab your left arm, looping it through his own to steady you.

 “So, my turn to ask a question,” his deep baritone startled you, the proximity of his skin on yours suddenly very apparent. “Why are you escaping bar creeps by yourself? Were you alone?”

Shaking your head, you sighed. “No, I was out with my friends, but they ended up meeting a group of guys, and one of them wasn’t paired off, so he thought that something between us was a given.” Groaning at the memory, you lean your head on his broad shoulder for a moment, before straightening. You don’t know him like this, why are you acting like this?

“Anyway, I didn’t want to interrupt their quest for some good dick, however girl code only allows for so many shitty pick up lines and glances at my tits before its within my legal right to tell him to fuck off.” You could feel him looking at you, but kept your eyes trained on your feet, ensuring they were still moving properly. “Except he didn’t listen, so I had to go full ninja mode.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that,” the sternness in his voice surprises you, and you glance up at him. “Some guys are assholes. They need to learn to take a hint.”

“Amen, sister.” You nodded, raising your free fist into the air in salute.

He tugged your arm, effectively pulling you closer to his body as he laughed full heartedly, eyes crinkling into half moons. The sound was infectious; the authenticity in his actions making you beam with pride that you had pleased him, and soon you were giggling along, leaning into him as well.

There was something to say about how easy it was to talk to Taehyung, how safe and relaxed you felt in his presence. While this may have been a shittiest date you’ve ever been on, it was turning into a solid way to end the evening.

“My turn again!” smirking, you nudge into his hip. “So besides being an immortal vampire on the search for the finest blood, which you’re totally not going to kill me for later-“

“I told you, I’m not a vampire-“

“Just admit you want my blood and go.”

“I don’t even know your blood type!”

“It’s B positive,” you said seductively, arching a brow.

Taehyung scoffed, eyes rolling. “Ask your question already, woman.”

 “What kind of work do you do?”

 It was then he told you about his band; him and the six other men that he considered brothers who were in an up and coming group. He avoided all your taunts of him being a Rockstar, stating that they hadn’t quite ‘made it’ yet, but were gaining a following – hence why he needed to avoid prying eyes.

“It’s not just for me – it’s for them too. I love making music, but I mostly love doing it with my best friends. I don’t want to risk a scandal or accidentally giving a spoiler or something just because I’m caught off guard.”

Nodding, you fell silent, admiring the passion that leaked into his voice when he spoke of his craft and his friends. “That’s really great, Taehyung. I know you guys will do well.”

You continued prodding, asking a million questions about his bandmates and what he would name the song he wrote for you (and scoffing at his suggestion of ‘Garbage Nachos’), when you realized you had been walking for quite some time, your building coming into view a block away.

Taehyung had noticed your silence and peered down, head tilting in a silent question. “Are we close?”

 “Yup, my building’s just right over there.”

 You started to walk forward, arm still linked with his, when his sudden stillness had you stuttering to a stop, yanked back by his arm.

“Uh, why are we stopped?”

“Don’t ask me, ask him,”

Looking down, you see that Yeontan had stopped walking; instead he was plopped happily in the middle of the sidewalk, pink tongue flopped out of his mouth as he panted heavily. He stared at you both for a moment longer before laying down, laying his head on his front paws.

“Is he… why is he laying down?”

A deep groan left the man beside you. “Ugh – little shit – he does this when he gets too tired. He just refuses to walk.” He stomped his foot, looking both ways before releasing your arm to pull his phone out of his pocket once more, sighing. “We walked longer than we normally do and must’ve hit his limit already. He’ll never walk back at this point.”

Glancing at Taehyung, you noticed the irritation crinkling his brow, the nervous way he chewed his plump lip. “I’m sorry, that was totally my fault. You didn’t have to walk me home-“

“Yes, I did. Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault that my dog is a spoiled brat.” Tugging at the leash, he tried to see if he could get the dog to move, but was promptly ignored. “I could carry him, but that’s a long walk and he’s heavier than he looks. I could call one of the guys, but it’s late and we have early practice tomorrow – they would kill me.” At that, Taehyung looked over at your building, before meeting your eyes, a question lingering in his chocolate gaze.

You felt that this was a moment – the precipice of a moment – one that depending on how you answered, was going to change the outcome of your evening greatly. The point of no return. The tension was a bubble surrounding you both, and it took you several seconds of observation before you recognized what it was.

The buzz of liquor was wearing off, and realized you were left with two choices. 1. You could invite Taehyung up. Offer to let them stay with you while Tannie rested and regained energy for the trek home. Eat something or watch Netflix or whatever . There was an obvious chemistry between you two, and this would give you the option to figure out what the hell it meant. Or, 2. You could act like you didn’t notice the way he was looking at you, play stupid, and watch him leave. While not knowing him for long, you knew he wasn’t the type to push any agenda. If you didn’t invite him in, he would figure out a way and go.

Did you really want him to go?

It only took losing yourself into his gaze for a second longer before you knew the answer.

“You could… I mean, do you want to come up? Hang out while Tannie rests? I don’t have any plans tomorrow, I can stay up and hang until you feel like you can walk back or call someone?” chewing your lip, you look down, unable to stand looking into his eyes for a second longer.

Face burning, you shuffled in the silence before peering up at him once more. He looked practically predatory, a feral grin pulling at his lips. The sudden change in expression startled you – and excited you more than you care to admit – before it was slipping away, a friendly boxy smile taking its place. “Really? Yeah, that would be great! We’d really appreciate it.”

The heat of that gaze still lingered, flustering you for a moment before you returned his grin. “That sounds like something a vampire who was just invited in to someone’s home would say.”

 The awkward tension leading him into your apartment disappeared when he saw your massive movie collection, practically dropping Tannie like a sack of potatoes to lean in front of it.

“You have every Studio Ghibli movie? And all these horror movies…” he gasped in awe. “One Piece?! You like anime?” he clutched his chest, eyes shining in admiration. “You’re a girl after my own heart.”

Chuckling, you kicked off your shoes, rubbing your aching feet. “I’m about to be a girl after some nachos. It won’t be the same as the blessed 7/11 version, but a bitch can try.” Moving to the kitchen, you start pulling the ingredients onto the counter, turning on the oven. “What about you, are you hungry? Make yourself at home, by the way.”

He stood, looking at the couch like he was determining just how comfortable it’d be to stretch across it, before he headed towards you, tall frame looming in the entryway. “And you can cook? Stop, it’s too much,” he groaned, a pained expression on his face as his continued to clutch at his heart.

“If you call melting cheese and black beans on top of tortilla chips cooking then yes, yes I cook, I am practically Rachael Ray. Be impressed,” pulling out a baking sheet, you assemble the concoction. “Now, like a true masterpiece, this will take time. Want to watch something on Netflix while we wait?”

It was only after consuming two plates of nachos and one La Croix (you) and one glass of half flat Dr. Pepper from the back of your fridge (Taehyung) that you both sighed, completely satiated, before leaning back onto the couch. You had changed into a cozy pair of sleep shorts and an oversized hoodie, unable to take another second of your strapless bra, and with your belly full and the booze almost completely out of your system, you found your eyes growing heavy in the dim lights of the room.

A sudden shift had a warm arm wrapping around your shoulders, and it was then you remembered your guest; the tall drink of man you were snuggling closer to despite your nacho breath. Sneaking side glances at him, he looked completely at ease – legs manspread wide, body slouched into the back of the couch, neutral interest at whatever baking show was blasting from the television. He had taken off his snapback, allowing the full glory of his bright red hair to shine, sticking up errantly after being compressed all day. His chest was broader than you expected under his hoodie, and his sweatpants seemed to be snug in all the right places. He was effortlessly gorgeous, doing nothing other than breathing, and yet the sight of him had you practically salivating.

 You wanted him.

 Any errant signs of sleepiness disappeared as white hot electricity took its place, your veins singing with desire that was pooling at your core. Shifting your legs, you subtly rubbed your thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice how desperate you became from a hand on your shoulder. God, it was pathetic how needy you were.

Scanning the room, you eyed Yeontan still curled up and sleeping soundly on your recliner, showing no inclination he’d want to move any time soon. Groaning internally, you attempted to calm your raging hormones, poorly focusing on the screen in front of you.

 Calm down, hot rod. You’re such a horny bastard. He hasn’t even done anything, shown any sign he’s into you-

 Sometime during your mental berating, Taehyung had turned to face you, peering down with a knowing smirk on his face. You must’ve been staring, the realization causing blood to rise in your cheeks as he gave you a smug look. “See something you like?” he murmured, raising an eyebrow. When you didn’t answer, he leaned closer, his warm breath now ghosting your face. “I’d love to know what you’re thinking about right now.”

God, he didn’t really want to know your thoughts. Because then he’d have to hear how you were thinking about how unfairly attractive he is, and how you want to bite his neck until it was littered with bruises, and how you’re pretty sure he’s packing the biggest dick you’ve ever laid eyes on, if his sweatpants bulge was anything to go by.

Swallowing thickly, you closed your eyes for a moment, summoning the remaining liquid courage that was left. “I was thinking that everyone on this baking show is fucking awful. I mean, I get that’s the premise, but holy shit.” Licking your lips, you met his deep gaze, inhaling a breath, willing your voice to be steady. Time to embrace the point of no return. “And.. I was thinking I’d much rather be kissing you.”

It was like saying the words aloud had summoned the action out of thin air, his lips suddenly on yours and pressing fervently into your mouth. He was soft, impossibly soft, and yet the movement against your pout had you aching, needing more. Your hands moved on their own accord, sliding up his arms until they were wrapped around his neck, fingers tugging at the errant cherry locks at the nape. He moaned at the sensation, and the deep vibration of his voice causing a flood of arousal to pool low in your belly, fueling an already raging inferno.

It was you who traced the seam of his lips with your tongue pressing into his mouth when he groaned in pleasure, seeking to taste every last drop of him. It was like the more he gave you, the more it suddenly became not enough – the desire for him burning too hot for you to take. You needed him, needed him closer, needed him inside-

A small yip from the corner of the room is what brought you back to yourself, a subtle reminder of exactly why Taehyung had agreed to follow you up to your apartment in the first place.

Reluctantly, you release his lips, a whine leaving you at the unwanted – but necessary action. “Taehyung, I… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry-“

“Do you want to stop?”

Your eyes lethargically open to meet his gaze, to study his expression. His pupils were blown wide with hunger, his lips reddened and wet; chest heaving as he filled his lungs with the air they had been lacking during the course of your make out. He didn’t look like someone who wasn’t enjoying himself, and yet-

“Fuck no, I don’t want to stop. But I don’t want you to do something you don’t want.”

“Look at me. Do I look like the kind of guy who doesn’t want you?”

His hands rise to rest on your jaw, tracing the line delicately before smoothing down the expanse of your throat. Skin tingling in his wake, you forced yourself to breathe. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

“Look at me.” He repeated, this time the words were more of a demand and less of a request, the timber of his voice dropping impossibly low. “I want you. And I think you’ve made it clear you want me, too.” He quirked a brow, the question implied. “So say the words, and I’m yours.”

“Taehyung, I want you, please.”

You’d be an idiot to say anything else.

 His mouth was back on yours before the words were completely passed your lips, his arms reaching to pull you into his lap prior to returning to their place on your cheeks, pressing you closer. He led the kiss this time, his tongue hungrily searching your own, a groan rumbling low in satisfaction when it met its mark.

A squeeze around your waist was the only warning he gave before he was rising from the couch, his lips continuing to claim your own as he fumbled about the room. “Bedroom?” he whispered, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Last door on the right,”

The sounds of things falling as your bodies bumped into them registered in your mind, but were forgotten just as quickly. All you could think about was Taehyung, and the way he felt on your skin, the way he tasted, the way his muscles rippled as your legs pressed around his trim waist.

Kicking open the door, he placed you back on solid ground, his mischievous mouth leaving yours to press kisses to your jawline, your pulse point, your neck. A involuntary whine left your throat when he found the sensitive spot nestled at the bottom slope into your shoulder, his teeth marking it as his own. “You taste so good, baby,” he murmured, his assault on the thin skin continuing until you were sure it’d bruise. Despite his task, he didn’t miss the way you shivered at the affectionate moniker.

He moved forward, lips never straying from your skin until the back of your knees met the bed. Laying you down onto the mattress, he slowly climbed his way on top of you, arms coming to cage you against him. Grabbing his neck, you force his kisses back against your mouth, sucking and biting his pout softly. He chuckled, leaning just out of your reach. “You like to be in charge, don’t you? I could tell the minute you opened that smart mouth.”

 A thumb pulled at your lip, your body arching up into him to get some sort of relief from the pulsating arousal dripping from your core. “Well I hate to break it to you, but now – you listen to me.” He growled, staring down at you like he was going to eat you whole. The intensity of his gaze made you squirm, but he was relentless, seemingly needing you to respond.

A nod didn’t see to appease him, his fingers continuing to ghost over your lips, chocolate eyes not leaving your own. You knew he wanted you to say it, and fuck – you were just desperate enough for him to do it.

Choking back the sarcasm you wanted to use, you groan. “Yes, sir.”

He grinned, leaning forward to join your mouths, murmuring against your plush pout. “Good girl.”

His tongue was back in your mouth, hands traveling from your throat to your collar bones, shifting around your heaving breasts to toy with the hem of your sweatshirt. His kisses only paused long enough to rid you of the garment before joining your skin again, traveling down to the hollow of your throat, the swelling skin of your breast, leaving violet blooms in his wake. You were writhing, full of need, your hands grasping desperately at his shirt until he took the hint and shifted it over his head.

Leaning back, he traced the outline of each nipple, moving slow until he could palm each breast, squeezing slightly. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” He sighed, molten gaze focused on the sight of his hands full of you. “I’ve been thinking about how these would feel since I felt them against my chest earlier.”  Thumbs pinched and rolled the tender buds, causing you to keen loudly before he smoothed the hurt, lips coming to pull one peak into his mouth.

His tongue swirled against you, fingers alternating their pinching and pulling until you were whimpering. “Tae, please,” you cried, a hand coming to tangle in his cherry locks, tugging at the roots. He chuckled low against your skin, a devils glare given as he looked up at you. “Shhh, I’ll give you what you want. Let me enjoy this,”

It took all your will power to bite back the smart remark threatening to spill over, instead pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He was making you crazy with need, taking his sweet time in his torture of your body, and you weren’t sure you’d survive his exploration of you.

A lick down your abdomen signaled his ascent, hands trailing behind to yank at your shorts and panties, pulling them down your legs in one quick movement. Bare before him, he admired your form, hands smoothing up and down your thighs, pulling and grasping at the flesh of your hips. “God damn, you’re fucking sexy. I bet you taste as good as you look.”

Putting a finger in his mouth, you watched helplessly as he suckled the digit, pulling away once It was drenched in his salvia. Electricity raced through your veins when he made sudden contact with your throbbing center, dragging up your slit and pressing against your clit. A loud moan of his name had him grinning, leaning back down until you could feel his warm breath against your cunt. “Is this where you want me?” at your affirmative hum, he nuzzled closer, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your sopping core. His movements were slow, skilled, tracing a delicate pattern into your folds until he found the bundle of nerves at the apex. Wrapping his lips around it, he suckled gently, applying pressure until you were crying out for him.

He had you so worked up at this point that it wouldn’t have taken much longer to set you over the edge, his palms keeping you spread as his wicked tongue lashed against your heat. Your hips were undulating against him, hands pulling and tugging his hair as you held him closer. “Fuck, I’m so close, Tae,” your eyes rolled back, another moan leaving you. He grunted against you, the vibrations making you shiver. Letting go of your clit with a lewd pop, his fingers trailed up and down your slit, his eyes boring into your own.

 “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to cum, please-”

“No. Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me all the ways you want me to wreck you. And if I like what I hear, you get to cum.”

A frustrated groan leaves you as your feel your orgasm ebb away, his answering chuckle making you want to scream. His mouth reattaches to your needy bud, a single long digit sliding home inside your welcoming walls. Breath hitching as he slowly began to pump in and out, he looks up at your expectantly.

“Come on, baby. I want to hear you. What do you want?” His voice was honeyed; the sweetest poison.

Sensing another losing battle, you screw your eyes shut, licking your lips. “I want you to use that insanely dangerous and talented tongue to make me cum,” you shudder, moaning lowly as he continued his ministrations. Sucking in more air, you continue. “And then I want to taste you on my tongue, have your cock in my mouth so I can show you how good I can take it.” Taehyung moaned against your center as you spoke, his hips pressing into the mattress. His reaction fueled your desire, and you wanted more. “I can take you deep, want to feel you in my t-throat,” a particularly harsh swipe at your clit had you stuttering, a second finger joining the first,  focus waning on your task. “And then I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember anything but your name. I want you to ruin me.”

A shrill cry left your lips as his efforts doubled, vision blurring with tears as you felt the band in your belly tighten. He had you right on the brink, and you wanted to go over the edge so badly. His fingers were pumping into you wildly, curling to hit that spot that made you see stars, unable to continue forming coherent sentences at his assault. Pulling his mouth away, he growled against you. “Well when you say it like that…” you could feel him smirking against your overheated sex. “Fuck yes, baby. I’ll give it to you. Now cum for me.”

The second his lips suctioned back to your throbbing clit you slipped over the edge into orgasm, the white hot band snapping and blooming from your nerves. Moans tore from your throat, a cacophony of his name and the wet sounds of his fingers fucking you through your high the only sounds in the room. He murmured praises against you, his free hand smoothing circles into your flesh until you came back down, chest heaving. When he was sure it had ended he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean before crawling back over your body. “So fucking good. You are amazing.”

Mouths joining again, he grasped you tight to roll over, switching your positions until you were now straddled on top of his golden torso. Your hands explored the expanse of him; lean muscles beneath flawless skin, smooth under your fingertips. Shifting your hips, you pressed your dripping heat against his strained erection still painfully hidden in his sweats, lapping up his deliciously low moans he pressed into your mouth. The friction of his pants against your sensitive flesh had you whining, your lips finally leaving his own to trail messily down his jaw, his neck. “Taehyung,” you rasp, hands fumbling with the elastic at his waist. “Please, I wanna feel you, wanna taste you.”

“Shit. Yes, baby.” Large hands join your own in pulling off the remaining offensive clothing between you, leaving him bare to your greedy eyes. He immediately grabbed for your hips once more, pressing harshly into the skin to grind against you. “You going to show me what you can do with that wicked mouth?”

You could feel the grin in his voice, and you looked up at him from your descent down his chest, smirking at the saliva and reddened marks - twin pairs to the ones he placed on you - that were left in your wake. Moaning an affirmative, you continued on your task, tasting every inch of skin you could manage. It was the tender the way he looked at you, the feel of his hands smoothing the hair back from your face, the small whines that left the base of his throat that affected you; the desire to impress him fueling you to carry on.

His cock was now within your grasp, the impressive length flat against his belly. The tip was reddened, precum dripping and calling you to it - a call you answered willingly. Without using your hands, you traced the slit with the end of your tongue, swirling the tip to gather the arousal there and drink it in. A deep moan and harsh tug of your hair was your reward, and you continued a track towards his base before going back to the head, repeating your course several times slowly. A yank of your head had you yelping as he raised you away from him until his darkened gaze met your own. “No teasing. Or do I need to remind you who is in charge here?”

Before you could answer he released his harsh hold, your head dropping back to his engorged length. Grabbing him at the base, you poised your mouth above him, eyes meeting his before you made your decline. Unwavering from the eye contact, you lowered until his cock rested on the bed of your tongue, engulfing his length until he was seated deep, tears stinging at your eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hands finding purchase in your hair once more. Taehyung started pulling gently, guiding you up and down his cock at his own pace, moans spilling from his mouth as you took him deeper into your throat with each pass.

His thickness had your jaw aching immediately, but lust was a powerful motivator, and you wanted him to remember this feeling long after you had finished. Mentally prepping yourself, you allowed him to inch further with your next slide down his shaft, pausing once your nose was tickling at the skin of his taut abdomen. Looking up to make sure his eyes were on you, you merely blinked before swallowing around him, a cry tearing from his chest.

“Fuck, baby. Feels so good. Taking me so well, so perfect,” he cooed, his eyes falling from your own to roll back into his head. Stifling your grin, you increased your pace, tongue swirling to savor every drop from his tip before dipping back down again, repeating the action again and again until tears pooled at the corner of your eyes. He was practically panting and writhing beneath you, and nothing gave you more satisfaction than seeing this beautiful man coming undone thanks to your meticulous ministrations.

Suckling at his head, you pulled off with a lewd pop, replacing your mouth with your hand easily due to the saliva coating his length. Your free hand moved to his balls, tugging them gently until he grunted his pleasure, chest heaving. “You look so good all fucked out like this, Taehyung.” you hummed, hazy eyes peering up at him.

“You’re dangerous, too dangerous for your own good,” he chuckled, the sound quickly turning into a choked groan after a particularly pressured squeeze around his length. Your lips had just returned to his fevered skin, open mouth kisses trailing up his length before he was using his grasp on your hair to pull you away, confusion etching your brows. “But the only one who’s supposed to be all fucked out here is you.”

Sitting up, he pulled until you were on your knees face to face with him, giving you an opportunity to truly appreciate his current state. A light sheen of sweat was glistening on his chest and forehead, his plump lips kiss-swollen and cherry red, matching his mussed locks. Even now, his beauty had your breath seizing in your lungs.

His large palms came to rest on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheeks reverently before he kissed you again, tongue seeking yours immediately. Your growing need turned you desperate, lips entangling sloppily, the taste of your release still lingering as you licked into his mouth. He pulled away with a grunt, forehead leaning against yours as he gazed at you tenderly. “Hands and knees, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Shifting below him, you leaned on your forearms until your ass was perched in the air, wet cunt fully on display.  A deep growl left his chest at the sight, a hand coming down to slap the flesh presented to him, causing you to yelp. “You’re such a fucking tease, aren’t you?” Another slap resounded in the room, leaving a reddened mark in its wake. “So sexy, and all for me.”

Hips swaying, you taunted him further, the feel of his blunt head toying at your entrance making you whine out. “Taehyung, please, I need to feel you.” He hummed thoughtfully, continuing the slow drag of his cock against your dripping core. He seemed content in teasing you, enjoying the way you jumped when he brushed your sensitive clit before diving down to catch at your ready hole.

“You still want me to ruin you, baby?” he murmured, his free palm kneading your cheek while he continued his torture. You were practically mewling, nothing but a needy mess, blind to anything but the intense desire to be filled. “Yes, yes. I want it, please.”

He cursed under his breath, muttering his agreeance with a sweet kiss on the dip of your spine before you felt the bed shift, his hand leaving your skin momentarily. At your questioning whine, he quickly reassured you. “Don’t worry, I’m just looking for a condom, do you happen to-?”

Turning your head, your arm reached to pull him back, waiting until he focused back on you. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. J-Just need you inside me, please?” Licking your lips, you rested back down against your arms, wide eyes still boring into his own.

He seemed frozen for a moment before he positioned himself against your sopping cunt once more, sliding his cock to saturate in your arousal. He stuttered, a low moan leaving his lips and sending a shiver down your spine as his palms returned to the flesh of your ass. “God, I think I’m in love with you.” He chuckled, groaning as he started to slide inside of you. “Such a dirty, dangerous girl.”

His descent into you was slow, your walls slowly adjusting to his girth to welcome him deeper. He hummed when his hips were pressed flush against your own, hands moving to slide up to your hips, your back, your neck. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

 “Move, Tae. I need you to mov-”

An urgent thrust cut off your words, a gasp tearing from your throat instead. You felt unbelievably full, the slight sting from the stretch quickly ebbing into a low hum of pleasure, one that radiated down to your toes. Eye closing on instinct, you could feel every inch pulse against your sensitive walls, each of his glides torturously slow. You needed him harder, faster - you needed to fall apart against him.

Opening your mouth to demand just that, his hips finally start to pick up the pace, lips moving to press sloppy wet kisses on your spine. “Baby, you feel so good. I don’t think I’m gonna - fuck - last very long.” he groaned, a free hand coming down to slap a cheek of your as before grasping it tightly.

“Me either, Tae. F-Faster, please.”

Taehyung moaned loudly at how needy your request was, how sweet you sounded when you were crying out just for him. His thrusts started coming at a rapid speed, his cock slamming home harder each time until the slapping sound of skin was echoing throughout the room. You felt the white hot band of your impending orgasm pull tighter, hands furling into the sheets. You wanted to drag your nails down his skin, to destroy him the way he was destroying you, but his current hold on your body prevented any  movement.

As if reading your mind, Taehyung slowed, hissing as he pulled himself out of your welcoming heat. Keening at the loss, you turn to look a him, his answering grin meeting you with another errant slap to your ass.

“Turn around, baby. I want to see your face as you cum. I want to see you all fucked out and ruined for me.”

You shuddered. “Fuck, Tae. And you think I’m dangerous?” you could feel the rush of wetness at his words, body already turning and following his directions without a second thought.

The demon of a man just smirked, licking his lips as he positioned himself against your weeping core. Grabbing your knees, he folded them back into your chest before sliding home, the deep whine leaving his chest the perfect harmony to your own. Arms caging you in, his face was inches from your own as he started pumping into you, dark eyes taking in each expression of pleasure on your face, each whimper and moan from your throat. A particularly angled thrust had you crying out a garbled form of his name, and it was then he knew he found what he had been looking for.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. You look so good underneath me, taking my cock so well. You going to cum again for me?” he murmured against your neck, his thumb coming down to swipe an assault against your throbbing clit.

Nodding, your eyes screw shut, hands wrapping around his back to pull him closer, half moon imprints digging into the golden flesh. Hips never faltering, his fingers increased pressure, your pleasure building closer to a precipice. Blubbering loudly, uncontrollably, you knew your edge was near.

“I’m gonna c-cum, Tae-”

Lips crashing against your own, you were silenced by the overtaking of his mouth, his tongue seeking yours and stealing your breath. Your cries increased in pitch, the build in your lower gut ready to spill at any moment, and yet he continued to swallow each moan, to fuck into you until your vision was hazy.

Pulling away, he spoke the next words against your kiss swollen mouth. “Cum, baby. Let me know who’s making you feel this good, like you promised. Be a good girl.” His fingers moved to pinch the bundle of nerves, a low growl vibrating his chest against your own.

It was with his next thrust against the tender spot of your walls that had you shouting out his name, orgasm slamming into you until your eyes rolled back. Taehyung worked you through the high, his hips rolling and grinding into yours until you were messy, nails leaving an angry trail down the skin of his back.

"So good,” your voice was hoarse, shallow. The aftershocks of your climax had you sensitive and raw, walls still fluttering weakly against his length. You could feel his thrusts start to stutter, his moans spilling from him in a continuous stream.  “Cum for me, Tae. Need to feel you fill me up.” you croaked, eyes finally opening to stare into his own.

He cursed, whimpering loudly before kissing you again, teeth biting at your bottom lip. He choked out a warning of his impending end before finally spilling inside of you, murmurs of your name pressed into your throat as he rolled his hips through his release. You revealed in its warmth, and after a few more lazy strokes he was collapsing on top of you, cock snuggly resting inside your core.

Heavy breaths were the only sound for the next few moments, a content hum leaving Taehyung’s  throat as you raised a hand to stroke lazily through his fiery locks. Your body was sated, thrumming with a calming glow that had every muscle relaxing and your eyes drooping shut.

Unsure of how much time had passed, you startled when you felt him pull out slowly, his cum spilling from your core. Whining at the loss, you pout, reaching out for him. “Where are you going? Come back.”

 He chuckled, body leaning over yours once more. “Just going to clean up baby, don’t worry.” You watch as his eyes look down at the mess he made of you, his sleepy grin now turning dark as he eyed his release dripping down your thighs. Long digits swiped through the milky substance, his heavy lidded gaze setting your skin ablaze before he pushed it back inside your abused walls, a small squeak leaving your lips. “Keep that where it belongs.”

Just as quickly as he had entered you he was pulling out, asking for directions to the bathroom like he didn’t just wreck you as you continued to lie boneless on the bed. You must’ve fallen asleep again, because you woke to him wiping your tender sex clean, pulling your body upright to slip a t-shirt over your naked form. Allowing yourself to flop back down on the bed, you peered up at him, tilting your head at the look of contemplation maring his handsome face.

“Are you getting into bed or what?” Sliding over, you pulled the covers back and pat the spot beside you. “I hate to break it to you, but after I’m given mind blowing orgasms, I demand cuddles for at least the next 1-2 hours, but preferably through the night. I’m needy like that.”

A boxy grin had his eyes sparkling, his laugh making your heart squeeze in your chest. “Well, you’re in luck, because it just so happens that giving beautiful women mind blowing orgasms makes me want to cuddle as well.”

Sliding into the bed beside you, he wiggled you into his arms, your head nestling perfectly in the crook of his neck, his hands finding purchase on your waist and nape. He started playing with the hair there idly, causing you to melt against him.

“You just want to get closer to me so you can check out all the marks you left.” sighing, you breathed in his scent, eyes closing once more.

“What can I say? I love how they look on you, seeing you all marked up for me.” Chuckling, he closed his eyes, drinking in the warmth of your small form pressed so tightly against his own, wondering if you could hear just how fast his heart was beating. Silence enveloped you both, the sounds of your breathing and the soft whirring of the fan above lulling you into sleep.

“That sounds like something a vampire would say.”

“Go to sleep, woman.”

 You weren’t sure what woke you first - the sun streaming blindingly through your open curtains, beaming directly into your retinas, or the lack of warmth pressed to your side. Yawning, you stretched, toes cracking as the soreness between your legs let itself be known. Images from last night came pouring back in front of your eyes, cheeks heating with the memories of all the things you had done - and that you had allowed to be done to you. Not that you regretted a single minute; Taehyung’s handsome face and charming laugh making your heart and thighs squeeze simultaneously.

A quick survey of the room proved you were alone, and you felt your stomach sink. Did he… leave? The thought made you sicker than it should’ve, considering the reality of the fact you had only spent a single night - hell, a few hours - together. You couldn’t blame him if he had decided to go, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping for more.

Sitting up, you slide off the mattress to head to the bathroom, your bladder threatening to explode if you didn’t empty it immediately. Damn you, La Croix. Flicking on the light, you see that you’re wearing an oversized white shirt that skimmed the top of your thighs, one that had a hint of Taehyung’s scent lingering on it. Before you could ponder it further, a crash from the kitchen had you jumping, a deep “Fuck!” whispered frantically causing your pulse to race.

Darting into the kitchen, you find a shirtless Taehyung rubbing at his scalp, a scowl knitting his eyebrows together.  Yeontan was panting happily at his feet, seemingly ignorant to his owners pain. “Ugh, did I wake you? Sorry, I hit my head on the cabinet. Good morning, by the way.”

“Jesus, Taehyung. You scared me so bad I almost pissed myself. Actually, I still might.”

“Kinky. I didn’t know you were into that.” Grinning at your rolling eyes, he reached out to smooth circles on your shoulders. “Sorry for scaring you.” His eyes piercing into you knowingly, seeing too much. “Did you think I had left?”

Embarrassment coursed through your veins, your hand fisting into the bottom of your - his - shirt. “I, uh, well - yeah, when I woke up alone, I thought maybe…”

His answering smile was nothing short of dazzling as he lessened the space between you. “I was trying to surprise you. With breakfast. But it turns out all you have in this place is the ingredients for nachos, vodka, approximately two slices of lunch meat, and coffee. I gave Tannie the lunch meat.” At the sound of his name, the pup let out a gleeful bark.

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer so you could nuzzle into his chest. “Sounds like a cop out to me. Total lack of imagination. Breakfast vodka is a thing.”

“That sounds made up.” You felt his lips press into your crown, a small gesture that had your heart racing giddily. “You seemed like a coffee person though, so I think I managed to make that.”

Another yip at your feet pulled your attention back to the small dog, sliding out of Taehyung’s embrace to scoop him into your arms. “I am a coffee person, thank you.”

Taehyung’s smile was obnoxiously wide as he took in the sight of you cuddling Yeontan, the soft cooing and kisses making the pup preen in your embrace. He moved away to grab a mug before leaning against the counter, pouring the steaming liquid slowly. “You’re spoiling him, by the way.”

“He is my son and I’m allowed to spoil him, thank you.” Accepting the cup as he handed it to you, you took a long sip, sighing as the heat hit your belly. Looking up to him, you notice he was watching you, eyes lingering on your legs. “You don’t want any?”

“No, I’m not a big coffee drinker-”

A loud shrill echoed in the kitchen, Taehyung’s eyes widening as he began to pat the pockets of his sweatpants in search of the culprit. Pulling the phone out, he tapped a few buttons to silence it, eyes landing on your own sheepishly.

Setting down both your coffee and son, you lean into him once again. He was like a magnet, always pulling you in. “So… is that your ride?” your voice was low, as if you spoke softer you could hide the disappointment at the thought of him leaving so soon.

A hand gently grasped your chin, tilting your face until you had to meet his softened gaze. “It is. My bandmate, Hoseok, texted me earlier to remind me we have a band meeting soon, so he offered to come pick us up.”

Lithe fingers stroked at the bone of your jaw, and you had to fight the instinct to lean into his touch. “Ah, okay. I understand. Important business, and whatnot.” you stammered, giving him a watery smile. “I’ll just go get changed so you can take your shirt back-”

“I don’t want it back.”

Raising a brow, you tilted your head mockingly. “You going to go like that? Kind of unfair to all the mere mortals, but do you.”

His deep laugh echoed in the small room, his other hand cupping your face until his lips were ghosting over your own. “I have a sweatshirt. Plus, I like the idea of you wearing it when we all go to brunch later.”

Breath catching, you snap your eyes to meet his own, playful mischief dancing in the warm chocolate as he leaned in to press a chaste yet lingering kiss to your lips. Forehead resting against yours, his thumbs skimmed along your jaw. “Does that… sound okay?”

For the first time, it was Taehyung who seemed nervous, unsure but anticipating - hoping - that you’d agree to see him again. The idea that he felt the same way had butterflies dancing in your stomach, grin pulling at the corner of your mouth until it was bright enough to match his own. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He giggled before his mouth was pressing fervent kisses against yours again, reluctantly stopping when his phone chimed again, bringing him back down to earth. “Good. Give me your number, and I’ll text you and let you know when we’re on our way to pick you up. Should be about an hour or so.”

After exchanging the information and confirming a time (and a few more heated kisses, interrupted by Hoseok calling to threaten to chop off Taehyung’s balls if he didn’t get down there right now ), he was dressed and standing in the doorway, Yeontan tucked gently into his arms.  “Thanks again for letting us stay here. I had a great time.” the sly smirk on his face giving away his meaning.

“Of course. My home is always open to my son and his father.” Leaning forward, you gave Tannie’s small nose one last kiss. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Yup. Don’t forget to wear my shirt.” His large palm reached out to skim the exposed skin of your upper thigh, causing you to shiver involuntarily. “I wish you could go just like this, but it’s probably wise to wear pants of some sort in public, especially around my friends.”

“Why? What if one of them is rich? I have a lifestyle to maintain, Taehyung.”

A low growl was your only warning before he leaning in, careful not to squish Yeontan between your bodies as he nipped at your bottom lip, your body heating instantly in response. “Firstly, garbage nachos aren’t a lifestyle. Secondly, I don’t care. Sorry baby, you’re mine now.”

As quickly as he had approached, he was now in the hall, devious grin still painted on his face as he slowly backed towards the stairs. “Plus, I still have yet to taste this blood you’ve been bragging about.”

He pulled the door shut then, escaping halfway down the hall before you could shout your reply, though your cry of “I KNEW IT!” was loud enough to be heard through the walls, causing Taehyung to throw his head back as he laughed deeply.

 Flinging yourself against the closed door, you let the embarrassingly wide grin overtake your face. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the worst date of your life.