#the claw clip looks like a little friend I just noticed it lol

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landslides - 001 | goldrush - jjk

part title credit: goldrush - taylor swift

everybody wonders what it would be like to love you... i can't dare to dream about you anymore... it never will be...

pairing: officeworker!jungkook x female reader (coworkers)

premise: jungkook asks you to dog sit over chuseok. he doesn't ask you to steal the empty spaces in his head, the dreams he's yet to have, nor the idea of you always just being 'you' to him - and yet, like a thief in the night (with his own damn dog as your accomplice), you do.

warnings: fluff more than angst, but it's not clean cut - there's also a touch of smut. office worker jk, fuck boy (but kind!) jk, mentions of his workplace escapades, oc is dating mingyu (yay), oc sorta fancies jk (boo), solo masturbation (m), vivid thoughts of shagging (jk is a perv! wow! unlike me to write him as randy bastard!), lots of facetime calls, oc and jk are fundamentally flawed as a pairing, genuine friendship, daddy kink? ig? but like kinda sweet?, jungkook has a complex brain house and you've been banished to his annexe!! he also has a thing for claw clipped hair lol

wordcount: 6.8K

note from holly: so... i dogsat (? idk if thats a word) for my friend last chuseok and this was the result hahahaha. my friends dog (boba <3) is so tiny and small!! but i've always been a big dog girlie so bam was fun to write. i really love this one and have recently found all of my old notes from around that time detailing the rest of the couples lives, so pt. 2 is in progress.

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

Bam notices the storm roll in before you do. His ears twitch, head lifting from its rested perch on his paws.

“What’s up, baby? Hey?” You coo, his sudden shift obviously prompted by something. His snout begins to twitch, too, and his bottom lip shakes as a small growl vibrates from his throat. His eyes are on the window, stalking the clouds as they roll past. “Hey.”

You sit up a little straighter to lean forward and scratch behind his ear. He leans into it, but doesn’t take his eyes away from the sky.

“You see the rain, huh?” You hum, looking between the pup and the window ahead. You can’t place it yet - it’s too far in the distance - but you find yourself coming to sit beside him. He doesn’t lean up against you like he usually does. Just continues to lightly growl.

There’s no threat behind his noises, no malice - he’s just shouting back at the thunder you can’t hear. When you see a bolt of lightning flash in the distance just beyond the city skyline, you know that it won’t be long until Jungkook’s apartment block is drenched in the weather.

It’s just gone midnight when he calls. His face is a little puffy, smile a little lopsided.

“Hey Bammie,” he coos into the camera. You’ve got it angled down to where the pup is resting his head on your knee, peacefully unwinding after his long walk. Bam doesn’t stir at Jungkook’s voice, so he tries again. “Bammie?”

The way he elongates his puppy’s name is sweet - a tone of voice reserved only for his most trusted companion. He sure as hell has never spoken to you like that.

“Sorry, bud,” you say as you lift the camera up to your face. He’s pouting. “I don’t think the vibrations sound the same through the phone.”

“I miss him,” he says not even caring to acknowledge your thought process. “Is he okay? Was he good on his walk?”

“He’s all good,” you smile. “Best boy in the world. None of the other dogs you mentioned were down at the park, so it was just us two.”

He nods into the camera and purses his lips. “They might all be away. Visiting family.” He rolls over in his bed and lets out a yawn. “How’s the apartment? Got everything you need?”

You nod back. “All good. Might have eaten my way through your cheese stash already. I’m gonna shower then head to bed in a minute.”

“Make sure you leave the bathroom door open a little,” he says. “He’ll whine if not.”

“Will do.”

“Thank you,” he says. “I really appreciate you doing this. He hasn’t been too much work, has he?”

“He’s good as gold,” you say as you switch to the back camera. The view is serene, and Jungkook’s lips instantly settle into a smile. Bam is up on the sofa with you, snuggled against your lap. The skyline twinkles through his window, the reflection of his mood lamp obscuring some of it - but he’s quietly pleased that you’re using it. It’s how he normally winds down, too. Main lights off, galaxy on his ceiling. Must make Bam feel a little more at ease. You go to scratch behind his ear, and he huffs a little, all content and cosy. “Thanks for asking. He’s never too much work. You trained him well.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums. “Could have trained you a little better, though.”

He laughs when you switch the camera back to your face, mouth open, brows knitted together. “Me?!”

“Yes, you,” he grins now but tries to hide it; to restore the stoicism to his face. It doesn’t work. “What did I tell you about the sofas?”

You purse your lips together as if you’re not smiling. He’s got you there, admittedly.

“Look, he’s just so cute!” Despite the fact you’ve turned the camera back onto Bam, Jungkook can tell you’re pouting. “How could I say no?!”

“Easily!” Jungkook laughs. “That’s how he became so well trained! I leave for one night and-”

“Shuuuush,” you laugh, and when the camera switches back to you, Jungkook can’t help but let his smile persist. You look tired, and so does he, but there’s something about the call that has made you forget all about the fact you were planning on going to bed soon. “My swamp now. My rules.”

“My swamp,” he protests, but the look on his face is so saccharine that you can’t take him seriously. He thinks the same could be said for you. “Anyways, it’s late. Go get your shower. If you need more towels, there are some in the cupboard by the boiler. Don’t forget to turn the vent on - it’s the switch next to the light.”

“Alright, will do,” you nod and then yawn. Bam pricks his head up. “Hey baby,�� you speak to him. “Did I wake you?”

“Show me him.”

You switch the camera around to where you’re scratching at Bam’s ear. He leans his head into the scratch, thoroughly enjoying it, your long nails far scratchier than Jungkook’s. It’s not the same - Jungkook is far stronger, so is a little rougher which suits Bam just fine. Still, he likes your scratches better than no scratches at all.

Jungkook whines. “I miss him.”

“He misses you, too. Want me to call in the morning?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “We’re up early tomorrow, heading over to Haedong Yonggungsa in the morning. Probably be up before you. Send me pictures though.”

“Will do. Night, buddy.”

“Night gremlin,” he smiles, and then begins to coo. “Night Bammie. Daddy misses you.”

He wishes you wouldn’t look at him in the way that you do when he says that; lips turned upwards at the very corners, dimples pressing into your cheeks, eyes bright.

“Shut up,” he says, but you’re already laughing.

“Daddy.”

“I am his dad!”

“Daddy.”

“Oh my god, fuck off,” he laughs. “Have nightmares, gremlin.”

“Sweet dreams, Daddy.”

“Fuck off!”

You hang up before he can protest your taunts any more, though he does text you one final ‘fuck off,’ and a reminder that you can bolt his front door if it will make you feel safer.

His apartment is in a high-rise, and his neighbourhood is far nicer than yours. You do the bolt up regardless, and think that it’s sweet that he considered your comfort enough to remind you about it.

Bam sits by the sliding door of the bathroom, the tips of his paws just teetering over the line of the door frame. He rests his head on his legs, snout angled towards the hallway. It still makes you feel a little weird. You don’t really want a dog watching you shower, even if he is a dog and has no real understanding of what’s happening - so you turn your back to him and just reassure yourself that Jungkook showers with the door open wide.

It’s a funny thing, to think about your co-worker’s showering habits. Not one that you’ve ever thought to indulge in before - but Jungkook would go ballistic if he heard you refer to him as your ‘co-worker.’ You’re friends. Pretty good ones, at that.

You’re level players at your company; earn the same wage, hold the same rank. There’s not really any competition between the pair of you - you work in different departments - but are often paired together when the two sections merge for joint projects. You make for a good team.

Over the years, you and Jungkook have also learned that you’re a highly capable team when it comes to playing beer pong against your colleagues on Friday nights, and at the mixed-doubles tennis tournament that your company insists on you participating in every year. It’s either that or be on the Christmas Party Planning committee, and you know which you’d rather do.

Thinking about tinsel in August? No, thank you.

There is however one crucial flaw to your partnerships: how you live your lives. How you manage your money.

See, Jungkook is frugal. He makes big investments - his apartment, his cars, games consoles, Bam. Doesn’t spunk his cash away on the small shit. His apartment is in the heart of the city, only a few floors from the very top. He gets a birds-eye view of the world around him. You don’t even want to imagine how much his deposit cost.

Probably more than you have in your savings. You do spunk your cash away - on the small shit, no less. Clothes, cafes, that sort of stuff. Nothing that holds permanence. It frustrates Jungkook to no end. He thinks you could have a better life if you just used your money wisely - but you’re happy in your slightly cramped apartment, happy when the serotonin of a shopping spree boosts your mood, happy when you’re laughing with your friends over coffee and cake.

You wouldn’t be happy if you felt restricted. You think that Jungkook is.

He disagrees. He has enough in the bank to buy whatever he wants. He has financial freedom.

But there’s a difference. You’re both free in your own ways.

It’s for that reason you’d never work as a couple. Would infuriate one another far too much. Everyone who is close to you both knows this; how badly suited you would be. They’ll joke about all of the women in the office trying to get their mitts on Jungkook - even the married ones - but not you.

It’s funny because they’re right. Everybody wants him.

He collects stars from their eyes and accumulates them in his own. The girls blush and giggle about how he looks at them with galaxies, but they don’t realise what a thief he is. Don’t realise he’s stolen their shine, and incorporated it into his own. A spotlight follows him, and you enjoy watching the show unfold with an amused grin whenever a new secretary catches his gaze for the first time.

It’s not intentional. You don’t think Jungkook realises he does it. In fact, he hadn’t realised that it was such a pattern of behaviour until the midnight squalor of a dive bar had you talking about office conquests, and how the photocopier room had seen his bare ass more than it had seen toner changes.

“Shouldn’t shit where you eat, Jeon,” you’d grinned.

“Firstly, that’s a horrible phrase - and secondly, it takes two to tango. They’re just as much to blame as I am.”

But they’re not. He’s the only repeat offender.

“And anyways,” he had deflected, sinking down the final dregs of his beer. “Don’t act like you’re some kind of saint. Everyone’s fucked a colleague at least once.”

You’d just raised an eyebrow.

“You’re telling me you haven’t?”

“Like I said - shouldn’t shit where you eat, Jeon.”

Now, if he’d have said housemate, you would have folded. Downed your drink. Ordered a repeat round.

Something about a shared space - domestication - really gets you. It’s joint laundry loads, shared dinners, movie nights; grocery shopping, D.I.Y. furniture, arguments about who gets the bigger room. More often than not, it never matters, ‘cause you just end up staying in theirs.

You live alone now. After the third time, you knew better than to let yourself fall into the trap once more.

He learns about your affliction a few months later, and goes on tease you relentlessly.

In fact, he mentions it when he propositions you a few weeks before Chuseok. You had both spent the last couple of holiday periods overworked, slogging through the festivities. For the first time since either of you can remember, your workload has eased up.

You’ve already told him you’re planning on doing sweet, sweet fuck all. You’ve told your family you will be working, because you just want to finally breathe for a while; stay in with a tub of ice cream and your favourite films. Speak to no one. Do nothing.

“I’ve got a favour to ask you,” he had said as he approached your desk before the end of the day. It was a Friday, but you weren’t heading for after-work drinks with the usual suspects like you typically did. You had a date, instead. A third one with the same guy - Mingyu - which felt like a miracle. Even Jungkook was a little shocked that the poor guy wasn’t sick of you.

“Go on,” you had mused as you checked over your to-do list for the following week.

“You gotta promise me something first.”

“Promise you what?”

“That you won’t fall in love with me.”

You’d swatted him away the ruler on your desk, and told him to get his head out of his ass. “Been able to resist your charms this long, Jeon. Give me some credit.”

“It’s only ‘cause you know I’d reject you, you little gremlin.”

“I thought you wanted a favour? Funny way of going about it.”

“Sorry, sorry. You’re right,” he had conceded with an apologetic smile. “Forgive me.”

“What do you want?”

“How would you feel about potentially staying at mine over Chuseok to look after Bam? My parents want us to head down to Busan for the weekend and see relatives seeing as I’m finally free and know it’s a big ask but I-”

“Oh my God, yes?!” You had smiled so wide Jungkook thought you might fracture your jaw.

You love Bam.

In fact, he might just be your favourite thing about Jungkook.

Occasionally you walk him with Jungkook on the weekends, when you’re both hungover and need to get out of a slump. You’ve grown up with pets, but moving to the city in your early twenties to pursue your career meant apartment living.

You’re a rural girl deep down, and would never want to keep a pet in a high rise.

Jungkook manages it, but he goes home at lunchtime to walk Bam during the winter. In the summer, when it’s too hot, he goes home at lunch regardless, to lounge around with Bam under the air con.

Sometimes, you go with him. Bam is always pleased to see you.

Jungkook lied and said he asked around because he didn’t want to inconvenience you.

Truth is, he wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with his baby. He’d never spent a night away from Bam. Hated the idea. Despised it, in fact. He would have just taken Bam with him to Busan, but didn’t think it would be fair to force him on the journey from Seoul.

Over in Busan, when Jungkook hangs up, the conversation isn’t over. It continues in his head.

“Hey, wait…”

“Mhhm?”

“You just… look nice tonight, that’s all.”

He thinks you’d blush. Would tell him to lay off the soju. Accuse him of getting too drunk for a family get-together. He’d let you. Would take the beating of your false accusations, because it would be far easier than admitting he’s not had a single drop.

He thinks of the hug he’ll give Bam when he gets home; how wild his tail will waggle, how he’ll jump all over the place, and how you’ll be giggling. In his mind, you’ll be smiling just as wide as he is.

You’d stay for dinner. Jungkook would order from your favourite place to say thank you. Bam would snuggle up to Jungkook - on the sofa - and you’d be on the other side, stroking his back. He’d be happy. Bam, not Jungkook. But also Jungkook. Hopefully you, too.

When the time would approach for you to go home, you’d offer to help. Rinse out the containers. Hair up in a claw clip, t-shirt off your shoulder like it so often is.

Jungkook doesn’t notice, but his hands begin to trail down his body as he thinks of you. His phone is still on his chest, rising and falling with every beat of his heart. The tips of his fingers stroke against his skin.

He thinks of you laughing with him about something inconsequential. You’d flick water in his direction when he’d make some joke at your expense. It’d all be in good humour.

But then he’d flick some back at you, and water war would break out. Bam would run excitedly between the pair of you, Jungkook chasing you around the kitchen island with wet hands - and you’d do the exact same back. You’d flick water over the counter, tap still running and he’d call you a gremlin.

There’s a smile on his lips as he thinks of his. His hands roam further south. He’s ticking at his abdomen. It’s nice. Feels calm. He likes to engage his senses when he thinks of scenarios like these. Makes it feel more real.

But then he’s thinking of your shirt and the fact it’s white.

And then he’s imagining catching up with you, holding you captive as he angles the tap towards your face. You’ll be shrieking and scrambling to get away, Bam by your feet, Jungkook laughing.

He’d relent, but only enough for you to twist to face him.

Jungkook’s fingers are by his thighs. Stroking. Caressing. He’s avoiding his cock. Knows it’s firm. His index finger spreads to his balls. Teases.

And then he thinks of your body pressed against his torso, your ass to the counter.

You’d both be soaked.

He’d look at your lips. Look in your eyes. Feel your chest against his. He’d swallow hard.

It’s at this point he forgets about Bam in the scenario. It’s just you and him.

His palm rests over the length of his cock. Presses down. His hips roll.

He’d tell you that you’ve made a mess. You’d tell him to clean it up. His heart would be racing. So would yours.

And it’s funny, because his heart actually is. It’s beating so fucking hard in his childhood bedroom, that he thinks his parents must be able to hear it through the walls.

He’s in a far-too-firm single bed, but in his head, he’s with you in his kitchen.

He begins to grip his cock, long fingers wrapping around his shaft. He pulls up. Pushes back down. Says your name. Whines.

He doesn’t even really realise he’s doing it.

Just thinks about you.

Thinks about the way it would feel to sink his lips into yours; the first bite of a forbidden fruit. Thinks about that quick tongue of yours, and if it would be just as quick to find its way into his mouth. Thinks about your manicured nails that Bam loves so much, and how they’d scratch against his scalp instead. Thinks about the way his hips would rock against you, kind of like they are now; pulsing beneath his duvet.

His mind jumps. Skips the foreplay. Doesn’t mean to - but the thoughts are intrusive. Insidious. Insatiable. He can’t help it.

He pushes up into his hand. Pauses. Waits out the feeling. Retracts. Repeats.

In his head, it’s you that he’s pushing into.

The sensation is entirely different, granted, but - fuck - he hasn’t gotten himself off all week and hasn’t had sex in far longer, so it all feels the same to him.

He hasn’t worked out the mental logistics.

His imagination is jumping from the kitchen to his bedroom and then back to the kitchen again. Can’t decide where all of this is happening - and then suddenly, he finds himself railing you in the utility room.

You’re perched above the washer, held in place by him. He can smell the laundry detergent. He’s got spotlights in the room, but they’re turned off. Only lights from the hallway and the city skyline illuminate you.

It’s obscure. The shadows in his head conceal you a little. He’s gripping your waist beneath your shirt. The baby gate which keeps Bam out of the laundry room is closed.

You’re not talking, just fucking, fucking, fucking and -

“Fuck,” he whines, hand is jerking at his cock, heart rate stuttering.

He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this.

Shouldn’t let his mind jump again to a point where you’re fucking naked, and your sodden shirt is on a pile of yet-to-be-done laundry.

But then it jumps again, and one of his towels is on the floor. He’s laying down, back against it. The same position that he’s in now in his childhood bedroom - but he’s thinking about you. The silhouette of your body. The warm curves of your body. The way you bounce on his cock and then-

Oh god, it’s torture the way his cock throbs. Pre-cum leaks from his tip as his speed builds. It’s just a fantasy. Nothing more nothing less. But it’s you. And then he’s thinking about pulling you down for a kiss, and the scent of your perfume and the way you’d moan into his mouth and then his legs are shaking, torso tensing.

He’s taking it too far. Too fucking far. You. Fuck. He can’t. But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps going. Fucks his hand like it’s your pussy.

He’s pulling himself closer, closer, closer, and then he thinks about your voice, and the way you called him Daddy, and he can’t help himself. The pressure that releases in his stomach is catastrophic. Jungkook mewls your name. Calls you baby. Unloads all over himself. White hot cum paints his belly. Seeps into his belly button. Makes a mess of his hand as he coaxes the last few ropes out. It’s been a while since his last nut, but the amount he produces is not fucking normal.

It rolls down the side of his toned torso, Jungkook swallowing harshly as he tries to regulate his breathing. He doesn’t think he can. Doesn’t know what to do with himself. Just kind of lays there. Curses. Knots his brows together. Is frustrated with himself.

You’ve been friends for years. He’s never done anything like this before. He chalks it up to nothing more than him just being a little too horny for his own good. Cleans himself off. Puts his phone on charge. Berates himself for being a piece of shit. Spends a good ten or so minutes staring at the ceiling with an empty head before he falls asleep.

And it’s funny, because when you wake up in the morning, panties damp, the dream you had about Jungkook railing you in his own damn bed, you find yourself looking across the space where he usually sleeps. You reach ouch. Stroke the emptiness. Curse. Spend the rest of the day unbearably horny. It frustrates you. Makes you snappy with Jungkook when he calls.

He asks if you’ve seen Mingyu. You tell him no. He says maybe you should - but makes sure to add, “He’s still not allowed in my apartment.”

“I’m not gonna bring anyone into your space, Jungkook.”

It’s something he knows, and something he trusts you not to do, but he’s still reinforcing boundaries. Making sure that there are still some left. He thinks that if he pushes you closer to someone else, it will sort his brain out. Alleviate him of the guilt that he’s feeling.

But you don’t see Mingyu.

When Jungkook calls again that evening to find you walking Bam alone, he’s pleased. Doesn’t want some guy you’re fucking anywhere near his most prized possession. Bam, that is. Not you. But now that he thinks of it, he finds he doesn’t want Mingyu anywhere near you, either.

“Good day?” You ask, voice a lot lighter than it had been earlier.

Jungkook nods, but he doesn’t really smile. “I miss Bammie.”

You pout. “He misses you too. He’s gonna be so excited when you get home.”

The camera switches to the back camera so he can watch Bam bound along the path. He’s on his lead, snout sniffing in all the flowerbeds. It’s dark out, but there are enough lights on the trail for him to be able to see clearly.

“How is he? Eating okay? Going to the bathroom okay?”

“Eating like a champ, and producing shits to confirm that,” you say flatly. It’s definitely your least favourite part of animal ownership - but the reward is so much greater than having to pick up shit off a sidewalk.

“That’s my boy,” Jungkook grins, before turning his focus to you. “You all good? Seemed a little stressed earlier.”

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t change when the front camera flips back to you, but he finds his heart racing again. When you turn your head to check the car that’s driving past, he notices your hair is up with a claw clip. Just like it was in his… thoughts about you the night before. He likes how attentive you are - how you checked the source of the noise. You’re protective. Follow your instincts. Thinks you’re the best person he could have asked to look after Bam.

“I’m all good,” you say, and you really are.

“I know it’s not exactly the relaxing Chuseok you were planning-”

“Jungkook, it’s fine,” you smile. “It’s been nice. I like Bammie far more than I like you.”

“Understandable.”

You both smile, and Jungkook begins to babble about his day, telling you stories about his parents, and his weird cousin who never knows when to not say inappropriate things, and the aunt who keeps trying to set him up with all of her friends’ daughters.

“Don’t shit where you eat,” you remind him. “Sounds too close to home. Your auntie would never be out of your business.”

“I know, I know,” he rolls his eyes. “And hey - it’s been, like, a year since I last did that! Cut me some slack, gremlin. Anyways, Mingyu works in our building. You’re basically shitting where you eat.”

“I’m actually… I think I’m gonna cool things off with him.”

“Oh?”

“It’s like not a big deal. I’m just not really feeling it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, you’re right. I’m not,” Jungkook admits, but is sombre as he does so. He remembers how happy you’d seemed after the first few dates. “But I am sorry that you haven’t found the right guy yet, gremlin.”

“Who knows, maybe I’ll find the love of my life at the dog park tonight.”

“You are not allowed to use my baby as a flirting tactic.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Too late - I’m already here and there is an absolute DILF. Byeeeee.”

“Wait, no-”

You hang up before he can finish, with a grin on your face to rival a Cheshire cat.

The park is empty. Not a single DILF in sight. You ignore his call when he rings back. Will let him sweat it for a bit.

Jungkook lies awake that night.

Doesn’t do much.

His family are still chatting in the sitting room, but he can’t draw himself away from the sanctuary of his own private space, where your voice is still echoing around the room. He’s starting to understand why you’d been craving your space so much for the holiday period.

He doesn’t wanna have to return to the room with a false smile, and a feeling in the pit of his stomach that could rival the ache of getting the ferry across Busan harbour during monsoon season.

Doesn’t want to form cognitive thoughts that distract him from his mindless reflections of you.

Jungkook’s mind works like a house, and right now he’s in the annexe.

He rarely ever goes in there.

Finds he gets too comfortable and neglects the rest of the house. He’s got a garden to tend to, a kitchen to clean, and beds to make - but why would he leave the annexe when it has everything he needs? He’s comfortable there.

It’s normally reserved for the hyper-fixations he’s trying not to fixate on. He locks them away. Hasn’t really visited since he got hooked on GTA5 when he should have been studying for the University Entrance Exam. It’s still there, and he knows better than to pop it in his games console - but there’s someone else on the couch, now. It’s not just him in his mind-annexe. Someone’s in his space. He daren’t let himself go further into the room.

In fact, he’s desperately trying to jump across to the main house. Get himself out of the thoughts that are gonna consume him. He needs to close that God damn door.

But he watches the figure like a car crash. He’s scared. Unable to look away.

Not for fear of it being a monster hidden in the depths of his mind.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Monsters don’t wear their hair up with butterfly-shaped claw clips, or let the clasp of their necklace trail down their spine like that. Monsters don’t twist their back out of habit just to make it click. Monsters don’t spend their days doodling in a journal like the figure on his couch is doing.

But you do.

An iteration of Bam rests up against Jungkook’s leg in his mind, nose wet, tail lightly wagging, so he puts his hand on his pup’s shoulder for comfort. To support him. To guide him away from the annexe and back into the damn main house.

“C’mon,” he says to Bam, expecting him to leave. Expecting him to follow his commands.

It’s his head, after all - but Bam doesn’t heed his commands. Instead, his claws click against the hardwood floor and towards the figure on Jungkook’s couch. A palm outstretches, and Bam leans into it. Hums in content as a set of dark nails scratch at his ear.

“Hey, baby Bammie,” the figure sings and Jungkook knows that voice. Knows it so well that it’s hardly a surprise it’s embedded into his brain so perfectly.

And he knows.

He knows if he lets the person turn around exactly who it’s gonna be. He knows that he can’t let it happen. He won’t.

Because he and you are friends; nothing more, nothing less. Incompatible at best. A match made in hell; so wrong it could never be right.

Jungkook sits up. Shakes his head. The world in his mind tears away into darkness. He stands and tells himself to get a grip before joining his family. He needs the distraction. Needs to have cognitive thoughts. Can’t let himself get trapped. Can’t let him kid himself into thinking that you’re anything more than his friend.

It’s just cause he’s missing Bam, he reasons. Emotions are getting all mixed up. It’s the affection he feels for his beloved best friend that is getting misplaced onto you - although, if he thinks about it (which he won’t (knows better by this point (knows his mind can’t be trusted to behave))), he’d realise that you are his best friend.

It’s unfair to compare you to Bam because you’re an entirely different species, but there’s no other human he likes better than you.

One more day, and he’ll be home. One more day, and he won’t have to call you when he’s all sleepy and confused over his feelings. One more day, and things will be back to normal. One more measly day.

And then he’ll be reunited with Bam, and he won’t have the stress of family or thinking about the week of work ahead to contend with.

One more day. He can do this.

He will do it. Will barrel home at the speed of lightning; will stop only for red lights and maybe the occasional gas station snack, potato spirals on a pointed wooden skewer and deep-fried chicken slathered in a sauce he can never quite figure out the recipe for.

He’ll think about picking you up some bungeoppang - the ones filled with choux, not red bean paste - because he knows that you adore it so. There have been occasions when you’ve begged him to drive you out of the city to the large gas station out West just so you could have bungeoppang from one specific stall.

The signage is faded, and the prices haven’t changed since 2009, but that’s how you know it’s the good shit. A family recipe batter passed down for generations. The woman who makes it is always the same, and though she never remembers you, you always remember her. Beam so brightly Jungkook thinks he’s going blind whenever you spot her.

It’s only because of that one time you’d showed up with the sole mission to retrieve some of the delicious delicacies, only to be confronted with a handwritten ‘closed today, back tomorrow’ note taped to the menu. You never know when the next family emergency or trip out of town might be for your beloved bungeoppang-making Ajumma.

It’s a little after midday when Jungkook’s car rolls into the gas station. He’ll be home soon.

He tells himself that he’s just doing as he always does. Will get his tornado potato. Wolf it down. Go back for some chicken, maybe some tteok.

He’s stayed out of the annexe today. Doesn’t even think about the doorway because he knows the magnetic pull is far too strong for his cobalt heart.

Had ignored your call this morning - sorry, just saying goodbye to everyone. will see you later. - and had pushed all thoughts of you to the side. He’s even tried to stop thinking about Bam because thoughts of him will inevitably lead to thoughts of you and Jungkook is getting dizzy, quite frankly. It’s like he’s chasing his tail, never knowing when to admit defeat.

At least Bam gets enjoyment out of it when he does it. All Jungkook gets is lingering feelings of remorse.

But as he hits the home straight, a small paper bag full of choux bungeoppang cooling down on his passenger seat, his head starts to clear. He’s fixed the lock on the gate that leads to the annexe. Won’t go down that path.

Jungkook arrives ahead of schedule. Parks his car, and doesn’t tell you he’s arrived. Leaves his bag in the boot of the car, but picks up the pastries from his passenger seat.

Opens the door of his apartment quietly. You don’t hear it. Are too busy dancing around the living room with Bam to some mid-noughties classic.

“Hey,” you laugh a little breathlessly as finally notice him. He’s leaning against the wall. Is wearing his glasses, to make up for the long drive. You think it’s a crying shame he doesn’t wear them at work, too.

“Was I interrupting something?”

“No, not all,” you say. There are deep creases below your eyes, testament to the size of your smile. “Me and baby Bammie-” you reach over and stroke at his sides, a little rough and tumble, but perfectly joyous “- were just burning off a little energy before you got home.”

Jungkook crouches, arms outstretched for Bam. The puppy knocks into Jungkook’s chest, legs all moving slightly out of coordination, excitable whines sounding in his throat. His tail wags so fast you think he’d be able to produce electricity if he really tried.

They match each other’s energy; delirious happiness, content only when in one another’s presence.

“Hey buddy,” he coos. “Daddy’s home. I missed you. Missed me too, hey? C’mere.”

His strong hands stroke Bam’s sides, and you watch how playful they both are with unadulterated awe. It seems absurd how similar the two of them are; man and his best friend.

“He was lost without you,” you confirm.

“It’s that right?” Jungkook pouts as he scratches behind Bam’s ears, cradling his face in his hands. “Did Bammie miss Daddy?”

Bam barks. Yes.

“Hey, I’m sorry, boy. I’m home now, though. Daddy’s home.”

Yes, you think. Yes, he is.

The night dissolves much like Jungkook thought it would. You stay for dinner. Watch crappy entertainment shows, and laugh at how absurd people can be. There’s warmth in his apartment, even though he hasn’t turned the heating on.

“You’ll never know how much I appreciate this,” Jungkook says softly as midnight approaches. Bam sighs. There’s rain on the windows, but the storm doesn’t bother him tonight. Not in the slightest. “Thank you.”

Your head shakes. Smile perseveres. “Happy to do it. You know how much I love Bam.”

Silence wraps around your words like a velvet bow, pulled taut. There’s no double knot, but there needn’t be. It isn’t unravelling any time soon.

“So,” you change topic. “How long do you reckon it will take the new secretary to fall in love with you? I’m thinking maybe four days.”

Jungkook wants to make a joke; tease you about how your mind jumped from how much you love his dog, to the idea of loving him. Not you loving him, granted, but it only took a few electrical signals between neurons for you to get there. Must associate him with love pretty closely.

“Four days? Far too quick.” Jungkook pauses. “You’ve been staying here for four days. Reckon that’s an appropriate amount of time to fall in love with someone?”

He’s being facetious. It’s all in jest and yet you feel your heart beat a little faster. Only for a moment. There’s a mild concern in your features, fearful that he can somehow sense the thoughts you’ve been having; the fantasies, the daydreams, the moments of weakness.

You look at him with eyes he doesn’t recognise. Your lashes are low. Sultry, even. Suggestive. Teasing.

And then, they roll.

“Jeon, you have those poor girls on their knees within a single ‘hello’. Don’t act like you don’t know it, you big old flirt.”

“If Bam wasn’t so peaceful, I’d kick you,” he mumbles, stroking at the dark fur behind his pup’s ear. Bam sighs, content to have him back. There’s a smile on Jungkook’s lips. Both are perfectly content. Both are happy to be with the people they like the most in the world.

“He’d just defend me,” you taunt. There’s a serenity to your jokes, and light-hearted banter that means nothing more, nothing less than just enjoyment of one another’s company. “I’m his favourite now.”

Jungkook laughs. Scratches a little firmer behind Bam’s ear. “You hear that, boy? Gremlin really thinks you’d choose her over me.”

You pull your torso back. Turn your body to face his. Let disbelief wash over your features, as if Jungkook saying shit like that’s a surprise. The movement alerts Bam, his head lifting, the chain links of his collar rattling. He looks over to you, then back to Jungkook.

“He LOVES me.”

“I thought dogs are supposed to take after their owners, though?” Jungkook teases. “And I can’t fuckin’ stand you.”

Your playful shock dissolves into narrowed eyes and a suppressed grin. Bam’s looking at you again, so you cup his dainty face and scratch the underside of his jaw. “You hear that, baby Bammie? How are you so lovely when your Daddy is such an asshole?”

Jungkook’s steady gaze lifts to you from Bam. You’re still cooing at the puppy, scratching beneath his snout, but Jungkook’s back in that damn annexe again. He isn’t smiling - but his eyes are unbelievably soft.

So, so velvety. Like satin, maybe; ribbons tied around ponytails. Brushed cotton, perhaps; his still-warm bedsheets fresh out of the tumble dryer.

Soft, like he imagines your hair would be; released from its claw clip, falling around his face. Soft, like he imagines your lips would be; pressed against his, in the privacy of his bedroom. Soft, like he imagines your laugh would be; soundtracking the living alarm clock that is Jeon Bam, as he bundles onto Jungkook’s bed at just gone six-thirty the following morning.

But then you look up at him, and his stare is hard. Still sparkling, yes - but diamonds, not stars. Concrete speckled. Pennies tossed in an empty well; the steel bolt of his door which keeps the outside world at bay.

Hard, like he imagines your teeth would be; tugging on his bottom lip in the shadows of his bedroom. Hard, like he imagines your nails would be; leaving a trail of ruby red sin down his back. Hard, like he imagines your laboured breaths would be; lips resting ajar against his, your very essence pouring into him as he pushes into you.

Hard. Soft. Confusing and conflicting, and just so unbelievably him.

“What?” you question, bemused by the way his demeanour changed. “‘Daddy’ really gets you, huh?”

“Does fuck all for me,” he says with a little temperance, but there’s a smirk on his lips. His tongue runs along the inside of his cheek.

A few have tried the moniker on him, but it never fit well. Would fall from their lips and crash to his bedroom floor. He’d just kiss them to shut them up.

But you… You have him reconsidering. Have him a little hot beneath his sweats.

It’s not really the idea of being your Daddy, but the concept of being one full-stop that has him adjusting his legs slightly. He’s a man of big investments, after all. No greater investment than starting a life with another person. He likes the idea of it.

Makes him think of you talking with a toddler - I’m not sure, baby, go ask Daddy -and the pitter-patter of feet across the hardwood floors of his apartment. Makes him think how gentle you are with Bam, and how wonderful he knows you’d be with a kid. Makes him think all kinds of shit he’s never let himself indulge in before.

When he goes to bed that evening, and his sheets are seeped in the scent of your perfume, he thinks of it all over again.

Thinks of you.

And realises he can’t think about you without his heart racing, any more.

The door of the annexe in his mind is broken, now. Off its hinges.

And apparently, so is he.

Shit.

part two (x)

[olivia200312]

Prime Missing~ TFP! Optimus x Half-Predacon! Reader *Request*

Requested by the lovely CreatorCat

Plot: Hi there! Could I please request a TFP Optimus x half Cybertronian and half Predacon female Autobot reader? Only Optimus knows she is like that. Her Predacon form is a dragon and her vehicle form is a mustang car (Wildstyle colors from Lego Movie). Her fighting style is dancing (dance fighting, usually coordinated with music only she can hear in her earpiece, unpredictable). It takes place during Beast Wars where they meet Ultra Magnus. Optimus goes missing and the reader is very upset because she has a crush on the Prime.

Ultra Magnus grows a crush on her after seeing her fight in battle. He is concerned she'll get hurt because her style doesn't fall into the protocol and can't be monitored. He forbids her from joining the ranks in battle until she 'shaded up'. The reader is devasted and falls into sort of depression because that she wouldn't be able to dance or fight anymore and that was what she lived for. Optimus returns (finally) to find his crush (the reader) not herself anymore. They have been 'broken' and fight the way that Ultra Magnus saw fit. He's horrified because this wasn't 'his Y/N' and confronted Ultra Magnus. Afterward, Optimus takes the reader aside and confesses and she smiles for the first time in 'forever'. The next battle she's in, she breaks protocol and does her original style of fighting much to everyone's happiness (except Ultra Magnus). She also reveals her Predacon side to protect everyone from the Decepticons and Predaking.

What do you think?

That's a long request ever since I got a request to write a high school version. Lol. So, I read the entire text here and began to think. Do not think it is a bad way. I absolutely love the request but however, I don't like a few things. I'm not familiar with Beast Wars at all. I know only like literally one character and that is Optimal Primal. He is in fact the new Prime in Power of the Primes after Optimus' death. Don't believe me? Watch the 10 episodes or follow the OC book that I'm working on since I'm partnered up with Alita-One and others on Quotev. Furtonaly, I don't like Beast Wars at all since it's different. I also couldn't help but cringe a bit since it's TFP playing in Beast Wars. I remember some clips and scenes where Optimus actually goes missing after the base got exploded and Ultra Magnus appearing. I also remember Predacon's Rising.

Also since I don't like hurting other lovely characters (either rejected or friend-zoned), I made Ultra Magnus different. He'll be not crushing on the reader, but don't worry, he'll get tasted with his own medicine. Revenge will arrive.

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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"Jack, meet Ultra Magnus," Arcee introduced her human partner to the missing commander of the Autobots.

Jack looked shocked as he took a look at Ultra Magnus. He was light blue while Optimus was dark blue. The commander had a strict look on his faceplate. What was his problem? Sure, there was a war still going on because since Cybertron, the home planet of the Cybertronians, including the Autobots, Decepticons, and the Predacons, was dead so the idiotic Decepticons moved the war towards Earth when they discovered that the Autobots had been hiding there. Honestly, Megatron was too evil and stupid for actually settling the war on Earth. Earth! The planet was involved in many wars already, especially WWI and WWII.

But let's get to the point: what's been happening?

Well, the Decepticons discovered where the Autobots had been hiding. Before it got blown up, Optimus ordered everyone to leave the base and a serious warning: don't use the phone to call or send anything. If they do, then the Decepticons can track your signal, which can lead a serious danger. Jack went with Arcee, Miko with Bulkhead, and finally Raf with Bumblebee. Eventually, the base got exploded. Optimus got seriously wounded that Smokescreen found him. He was a smart rookie for hiding him so that Optimus can possibly heal and be safely hidden. Sadly, the damage was too much that Optimus was slowly offlining. He didn't want to leave, especially not Y/N. She was a half-Predacon and half-Cybertronian. She was an Autobot. So, it means that Y/N's carrier or sire was a Predacon while the other was Cybertronian. She was found wounded in a forest by Optimus and he took her to the Autobots base. Poor Y/N... She remembered how scared she was when she was there. I mean, she was wounded, lost on Earth, and didn't know anyone. She lost her creators thanks to the war. She eventually learned fast how to take care of herself.

When Optimus met her, he couldn't help but thought that Y/N was a unique and beautiful femme he'd ever seen. I mean, she was half-Cybertronian and half-Predacon. He had seen full Predacons before like Predaking. Soon, he'll meet Darksteel and Skylynx who were brothers. Y/N had wings and a tail so she was very unique. She was thankful to fly and control her balance more. The human kids loved Y/N. Miko, of course, asked too many questions that at one point, Jack and Raf had to stop her since they noticed when Y/N got uncomfortable and scared.

But anyway, that all happened before the big explosion. Optimus grew in fact closer to Y/N that he was the only one at the base who Y/N trusted. She would stay by his side, help him and ask questions. Optimus gladly helped her whenever she was scared or asked questions. He also found her adorable in secret. He sometimes asked himself about her like her wings for example. Were they sensitive? Maybe they were? He will only know if he touched it. If Y/N ever allowed it.

While Y/N was with the Autobots, it didn't mean that she met everyone. She didn't meet Ultra Magnus at the time. He was a strict commander of the Autobots and was light blue and red. His vehicle was very similar to the Prime. His shoulderplates were weird, kinda. No disrespect. But oh boy, Y/N hated Magnus. When he saw her, he was only coldhearted and strict towards her. Y/N's fighting style was dancing but the commander didn't like it that he forbid her to do so. It was like this:

The Autobots just came back after a fight again with the Decepticons. The fight was brutal this time. Apparently, the Decepticons had a new 'weapon' and it was a full Predacon! It was a male and in fact, the ruler of the race when they went instinct many years ago thanks to Megatron himself. Shockwave managed to bring the king back from the dead. His name was Predaking. He was huge! After all, he was a male and a ruler. Since Y/N was half-Predacon, she actually can't transform. Some Cybertronians who were half-Predacons, couldn't actually transform. Some can, some couldn't. Y/N didn't mind that she couldn't transform. She liked how she looked, even having a Predacon tail and wings.

But everyone was wounded. Y/N fought against the male Predacon himself. Their fight was rough and they bit and clawed. But Y/N managed to trick him by dancing. Fighting was a little bit of dancing if you didn't know. You were moving and using your whole frame. It was exhausting for Y/N, but she won.

Ultra Magnus, however, didn't like her fighting style that he brought her into a private chamber. He closed the door and faced her, with his usual strict expression. "Soldier, I want you to change the style."

Y/N lifted her optical ridge up in confusion. What did the commander mean by that? Her armor? Her outgoing? What was it? "What do you mean?"

"Change your fighting style. Also, I forbid you from ever going to fight with us."

Y/N couldn't believe what she heard. Was he really serious? Was he going to forbid her from going out to fight? But what about Optimus Prime? He still wasn't found! He was missing ever since the big explosion that the Decepticons caused weeks ago. The human kids spread around together with their guardians and they weren't allowed to not use any technology or else the Decepticons will track them down. Jack, stupid enough, used his cellphone to text his mother that he was fine. It was understandable for a kid to text its parent to let them know that they were fine. But when it came to the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons, then it was important to listen to the advice.

Ultra Magnus simply left the private chamber, leaving the poor half-Predacon femme alone.

That's basically how it happened. Ever since that day, Y/N didn't come out a lot from her berthroom. She was very spark broken ever since the strict commander told her those words. He forbid her from searching Optimus, who was still missing at the moment. How could he say that? Y/N cared deeply for Optimus just like the entire team. He was their leader but also someone that would protect others and be willing to sacrifice his life.

Y/N would only recharge all day. She ate and drank of course but it wasn't a lot like she used. Basically, how a normal Cybertronian ate. If you didn't know, humans can die from broken hearts. It was in fact a Broken heart syndrome, also known as stress cardiomyopathy or takotsubo syndrome. It was very sad to have that like heart disease. Not only humans can have that syndrome but also Cybertronians, especially the Predacons, full or not. Y/N attracted that syndrome. Everyone says that action speaks louder than words, but words hurt more than actions. Y/N had shortness of breathing and having chassis pains. That was the most common syndrome of heart disease.

Ratchet, the medic of the team wasn't blind at all and was trained to notice signs of any health problems. Since Y/N was showing those signs, he did the tests and diagnosed her with Broken Heart Syndrome or should I say Broken Spark Syndrome? Ratchet kept a close optic on her and made her take medication, especially if she showed signs of chassis pains and shortness of breath.

But meanwhile in the main room of the base...

Ratchet was updating Y/N's health on the Cybertronian computer since it was important for the medics to keep new updates so that they can keep the information. There was actually no standard treatment for the syndrome that Y/N had, but you can survive with medication and as long as you're being careful. Not only do doctors like Ratchet keep updates safe but also dentists as well. Ratchet was mad at Ultra Magnus for saying hurtful words but kept it quiet. It was time that others should watch out for what comes out of their mouths. Words can damage someone and give an illness. He began to ask himself how would Optimus react if he found out about that...

Bumblebee then walked up to Ratchet and beeped a question at him.

Ratchet signed and looked over his shoulderplate. "No, Bumblebee. Y/N is still a little bit weak to come out. I am doing the best I can to help her on track. But her syndrome doesn't have a standard treatment. Just like on humans."

Bumblebee frowned and let out a sad whirl. He saw Y/N as his good friend and cared for her as a friend. He was mad at the commander for saying those words that he nearly attacked her. Didn't the idiotic commander notice at all how much he damaged her? Why was he even doing this?! Just because she was a half-Predacon!? Bumblebee clenched his fists in anger as he started to shake.

Ratchet, being a smart aft medic, noticed it and quickly placed his servo on the scout's shoulderplate. "Easy, Bumblebee." Just as Ratchet wanted to say something further, his computer caught a signal. He quickly went to the device and Bumblebee looked curiously over his shoulderplate.

"Hahaha!" Ratchet began to laugh and clapped his servos happily. That caught everyone's attention as they walked up to him, except Y/N, who was still sadly in her berthroom to rest. She did hear Ratchet's happy laugh, which was confusing, but she didn't bother to check since she felt weak. Ratchet turned around fast with a big smile on his faceplate. "Optimus is alive!"

That caused everyone to cheer happily. Y/N fell asleep at that time. She didn't hear Ratchet's loud voice that said that Optimus was alive and coming soon to the base.

2 hours later~

"Awesome! Optimus is now like 2.0!" Miko happily jumped as she was fascinated by Optimus' new look.

"It's good to have you back, Optimus," Arcee said with a smile.

Everyone was saying how happy they were to see and have Optimus Prime back. The leader was smiling as he listened to everyone with respect. He was happy to see them as well. Even though he was almost offline for good, he thought about others, especially Y/N. But wait, where was she? He saw his friends but not Y/N. He frowned. What happened to her while he was missing? He wondered about her every day. He nearly did join the AllSpark and taking the servo of his mentor, Alpha Trion. The old smart mech understood his student's decision. He even teased Optimus to get the spark of the half-Predacon. He blushed.

Ratchet seem to realize Optimus' frown and he immediately knew that it was about Y/N. He walked up to his leader. "Optimus, I have to speak to you. It's urgent."

Optimus nodded in understanding. Of course, he heard Ratchet's serious tone, which meant that he was deadly serious, especially for being a medic. His job was to take care of others and help if needed. They both went to a private chamber to speak while others stayed. Ultra Magnus, however, got a bad feeling...

Ratchet closed the door and turned to face Optimus. "Optimus, while you were gone, others had a fight against the Decepticons. They had a new 'weapon' it was a full Predacon... a mech. He's named Predaking, the ruler of the Predacons. Y/N fought against him. I must say, I am impressed with her fighting moves. Dancing. Ultra Magnus didn't like her style at all. I saw them going to a private chamber. I learned from Y/N that Magnus forbid her from going out and he forced her to change her style..." He sighed and took a deep breath. "As a result, Y/N has Broken Heart Syndrome, also known as stress cardiomyopathy or takotsubo syndrome in humans. But I called it the Broken Spark Syndrome. She has trouble breathing and having chassis pains. I made her take medication."

Optimus couldn't believe what he heard. How could Ultra Magnus do this? He was getting angry. The commander took it too far by his words. He look calmy at Ratchet and nodded. "Thank you for the information old friend. I will speak to commander Ultra Magnus and see Y/N."

Ratchet nodded back and they left the private chamber. Ultra Magnus knew that he was busted. Optimus slowly walked up to the commander, with a disappointed and angry expression on his faceplate. He took the commander to somewhere private and let's just say that Optimus was so stern. He also finally punished the commander for what he said to Y/N. Ratchet was satisfied and mumbled under his breath: "As humans say: 'Get rekt'."

Optimus then walked through the hallway corridors, searching for Y/N's berthroom. Each bot had a nameplate hanging against the door. It was easier for everyone to find each other, except for humans since they were so small. But good that the kids remembered which room was who. They drew small symbols on each door of the bot. Ratchet got a symbol of a doctor, Bumblebee got a bee, Arcee a motorcycle, etc. Y/N had a dragon, even though she couldn't transform into a Predacon.

Optimus knocked on the door gently as he found Y/N's door. After no response, he softly opened the door and peaked in. He smiled softly once he saw Y/N recharging peacefully. But he was still worried about her health after all. He walked to Y/N, closing the door softly to not wake her up. He caressed her helm with his gentle digits and he smiled once he heard her purr. Predacons can purr a lot. Yes, even Optimus can too but not a lot like the Predacons can, even half ones. Optimus continued to caress as he sat down carefully, lifting Y/N's helm and laid it on his lap. For some reason, laps were so comfy. No wonder humans and Cybertronians fall asleep easily, even falling asleep on someone's body. It was so cute when a male slept on top of the female as a couple or friends. Family too. But mostly, females slept on top of the males.

Y/N softly moaned in her sleep as she moved a bit. She felt very comfortable. But that's when she groaned and had trouble breathing. She panted and Optimus got worried. He then noticed the medication on her nightstand. He grabbed it and then Y/N gasped and sat up, her servo on her chassis.

"Easy, Y/N," the familiar deep voice said.

Y/N snapped her helm towards the very familiar deep voice and gasped. it was Optimus! Wait, he was really here?! She was about to say something but Optimus silenced her by cupping her cheekplate, causing her to blush a lot. He helped her take the medication and soon, she breathed normally. But she felt then sleepy again. Optimus noticed it and softly pushed her down. "Recharge, Y/N. Your body needs more rest."

Y/N smiled softly and fell asleep. She can now catch a lot of rest since Optimus was alive and well. She found him more handsome. His new look, now strong body, etc. But she loved his hips, smile, voice, and smirk. As she was sleeping, she felt soft dermas on hers. Optimus was kissing her, just like in the movie Sleeping Beauty.

I apologize if it isn't familiar a lot. I decided to try and make it a little cuter for the fans, especially the ending part.

[tintinwrites]

the scent of light | Din Djarin x Reader

A/N: I saw a quote and wrote this in about an hour lol. Also this is in present tense which I never do.

Rating: T

Warning: Angst. Naughty words. Many sexual references. No smut but thoughts!

Word count: 1,307, apparently!!

Summary: “Like a great starving beast, my body is quivering, fixed on the scent of light.” — Hafiz

GIF credit: My queen @thesefleshfailures​

Tags: @bisexual-space-slut​

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You are light.

Din knows this the moment he lays his eyes on you and your smile makes him imperceptibly trip over his own feet, only a little.

Not many people look at him like he’s not a lumbering piece of metal that might decide to kill you if you annoy him too much.

But you do look at him like that, with kind eyes and little smiles that remind even him that he’s not an empty kettle of beskar and that he is, underneath it, a man.

Your hands are soft in the way that their intention is always gentle; they do not grab, or pull, or smack, or hurt. They hold a blaster with grace, they touch his arm with light squeezes when you stand next to him, they rock the Child with almost love, and they pick flowers on verdant planets as if they’re a prized possession.

He flinched the first time you put your hand on his arm, but now he worries the times that you don’t touch him there, holds his arm out a little to tempt you unconsciously, smiles beneath his helmet when your fingers move to squeeze around his wrist.

Maybe he poked fun at you the first time you picked a flower, made a little comment about how it was only going to wilt.

I would rather it wilts being appreciated for its beauty than being not noticed at all.

You held the bright yellow bloom up to him then smiled sheepishly when you realized he was wearing a helmet, and he didn’t know why he was quick to quell your embarrassment by telling you he could smell with it on.

He learns to smell flowers more often, but he’s subtle when he does; bending down to grab a fallen weapon and inhaling next to the plants.

He learns that flowers smell good and that you smell even better than them.

Your scent trails behind you when you walk and he would too if he didn’t have any shame, leaning forward a bit whenever you walk by just to enjoy you as long as he can.

He wants to take off his helmet and bury his nose in your hair, kiss you, nuzzle you, whisper into your ear.

The thought scares him, but he keeps thinking it again the moment he sees you like an adolescent with a crush, his posture straightening, a dumb smile on his lips that you never see.

He’s been alone for so long and there’s a void in him that the Child cannot fill, that his found friends cannot fill.

You seem like someone who knows how to make people feel whole.

Maybe there’s more to him already and all you’ve done is smell good, and touch his arm, and pick flowers, and care for both him and the kid.

You always listen, whether it’s an order he gives that you know will keep you safe or the rare moments when he speaks passionately about something without realizing how much he’s spoken, and he likes that.

He wants you to fill him and he wants to fill you too.

There are nights when you and the kid are asleep on the lower level of the ship, and he’s in the cockpit either trying not to sleep or allowing himself a moment of sleep propped up in the pilot’s seat with his head tilted back.

He wants to touch you.

He wants to watch you moan and writhe the moment his hand finds that special, glorious place between your legs.

He wants to touch you, and watch you, and taste you, and fill you, and hold you, and fuck you, and kiss you, and mark you.

The nice, buzzing feelings that accompany those thoughts turn to shame when he sees the result of them on the hand he didn’t remember removing the glove off of, on pants he didn’t remember unfastening.

He’s ashamed because of his creed.

He’s ashamed because you are light and who is he to fantasize about you without your permission?

But he wants the light to touch him.

He wants to rip off his helmet and fall to his knees like you are the creed he follows now, and he keeps that thought locked up tight where it should be.

One day he touches the edge of his helmet as if he might take it off, watching you sit in a field with the Child in your lap. You hand him a small flower and he tries to eat it, and your laugh is Din’s favorite sound now next to the kid’s coo whenever he sees him.

How easy it would be to take off his helmet and toss it into the dirt to be forgotten, to shed each piece of his armor as he strides over to you, to fall into your willing lap and let you kiss every inch of his face that has not known a touch besides his own in decades, to let the sun shine on him.

For a moment, he almost thinks he does do that, but looks down to find himself rooted to the same spot with his armor glinting and his hands gripping his helmet tightly.

Men made of beskar do not get to be loved by women made of light.

He was used to being alone until you came along and reminded him that it hurt, that his days ended with hollowness, and now he is used to the sensation of someone filling in the cracks he ignored.

He tells you to leave the next day, words clipped and voice cracking only slightly.

You can’t stay when he is questioning the beliefs that built him, when all he wants to do is abandon everything while knowing he can’t, when the temptation is too much for him, when he doesn’t know if he’s going to pound you into the wall or beg you to make him yours just because you’re beautiful all over.

This isn’t who he is.

Or maybe it is.

Maybe he’s made up of all the beliefs that were instilled in him from childhood and his desire for you to be his is the true him trying to claw its way out like an animal in a cage.

He doesn’t know.

He can’t find out.

He does know one thing for sure, and that’s that he doesn’t like seeing you cry.

He wants to take it all back at the sight of tears in your eyes and your chin quivering, but he merely stares and wonders why you are even sad.

You are good and he is not, and you should have a life with a man who can adore you openly instead of fantasizing about you every moment.

The kid tries to follow you and you kiss his head goodbye before Din scoops him up to keep him on the ship.

You pause at the top of the ramp and he wishes you would go, that you would leave him to collapse in his pilot’s seat because he misses you.

I think I’m in love with you, Mando.

It breaks his heart, he’s pretty sure, to know that you wanted him too, but he knows you are worth more than a man who won’t even tell you his damn name.

He watches you leave and anticipates the familiar darkness and emptiness.

It’s not familiar anymore.

Being used to light makes the darkness deeper when he steps back into it and the sensation of being nearly full makes the emptiness all the more noticeable, akin to that of a starving man forced to stare at a feast he can’t touch.

How easy it would be to take off his helmet and run out to tell you all the thoughts he kept secret, but he is not made for the light.

[the-halo-of-my-memory]

Nitpicking & Picnicking (DA Gift Exchange 2020)

Paring: OC Female Inquisitor (Marzeyna Lavellan) x Cullen Rutherford

Word Count: 4,9k

Summary: The Inquisition overhear that Cullen and Marzeyna are courting but have yet to spend some time together outside of Inquisition hours. They decide to help them out with a picnic, much to the chagrin of Cullen. 

Warning(s): language, second hand embarrassment, Cullen nearly having a stroke, the usual Inquisition shenanigans, and fluff. 

A/N: This is a note to my future self. Future Jess, never sign up for another Secret Santa thing here again. You got so distracted by bullshit this year, you nearly forgot and then panicked for the last 48 hours of this. Nice job!

Anyways, @crqstalite this is my gift for you for the @dagiftexchange! I figured a sorta crack fic with fluff would be perfect for your Marzeyna and Cullen. And naturally, the rest of the Inquisition came with lol. I seriously hope you like it. 

I also wanna thank @dorathedestroyer64 and @callthedarknessdown for helping me a million by beta reading this and just being all around sweet friends (ily you guys <3) 

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When she wakes the sunlight is in her eyes, and in the not so far distance, the noise of the men and women of the inquisition sparring rings. Swords striking, armor crashing, and the voices of many speaking, yelling, and giving orders. 

Nuzzling the corner of her pillow, Marzenya recognizes one voice among the others.

It’s Commander Cullen Rutherford. 

Her Commander Cullen Rutherford. 

The kiss on the battlements. . . it still leaves her breathless a week later. 

It was everything she wanted and so much more. 

Yes, she had been kissed before. It was some years ago, back when she was with the clan. It was with a fellow elf and it was just a kiss for the sake of kissing. There were a few others as well. 

But with Cullen, she understood why people did it. To have him near her, hands on her cheeks, and his warm lips upon her own...it stopped her embarrassment right in its place after being caught by that scout. Jim was his name. 

Nevermind him. The kiss! The kiss was what she wanted to think about at this moment. 

When they connected, she forgot to breathe. That kiss robbed her of breath and the burning in her lungs was worth it. 

It was becoming a part of her schedule. She would always come up to see him before breakfast, before going off on her duties. To see him not yet the commander and her, not yet the inquisitor. But simply as Marzeyna and Cullen. To say his name without speaking of war tactics or about Inquisition affairs is almost like singing  a melody. She can and will say his name whenever she likes when she’s at his office. 

And when he says her name, it’s like the winds have said it, biting at her skin, and giving her chills up and down her spine. It makes the blood in her heart run warm and gives her butterflies in her stomach. She’d be lying if she denied that one of the main reasons why she runs to see him was just to hear him say her name. 

Marzeyna. . . 

And so here she was, in his office. His face lights up at the sight of her, like the sun rising. 

“Good morning, Cullen.” 

“Good morning, Marzeyna,” he smiles back at her. Oh, the butterflies are back. 

“Are you busy at the moment?” she asks. 

“Not quite yet,” he says. “But I can spare some time if you’d like.” 

“I would, thank you.” 

And so they carve out that little space and time talking to one another. Nothing about the Inquisition. That could wait for the time being. Cullen would sit at his desk and she would sit atop it, next to his paperwork. 

The moment was only that: a moment. And it had to end eventually. 

Usually Marzeyna would usually slip off the desk and give Cullen a kiss on the cheek before leaving, but this time they were interrupted.  

“Commander Cullen, we need to make preparations for today’s—” 

It was Cassandra. She entered the room with a board in hand with papers clipped on it. Her eyes, glued to the ink, failed to notice the two at first. When she did, she trailed off. 

An uncomfortable silence settled in the air. It was awkward, no doubt. 

Although caught in only a chaste moment of closeness, it felt scandalizing all the same. This time they spent together was for them alone, and to be interrupted turned the pure intimacy of conversation into an act far more compromising and less innocent than the simple poetry of their enlaced fingers. 

There were already rumors circulating around the barracks and the rest of Skyhold as it is. They just had to kiss outside for some to see, didn’t they? 

And now Cassandra knows. Great. 

Well, she already had her suspicions. Cassandra always kept an eye on Marzeyna (which she was always grateful for) and no doubt she caught the dopey smiles and doe-eyes she subconsciously made when she looked at Cullen during war table meetings. 

Yeah, Leliana and Josephine probably know too. 

“I beg your pardon,” Cassandra says, “am I interrupting something?” 

“Oh! No, seeker,” Marzeyna can feel the heat coloring her cheeks. “I was just heading out,” She slips off the desk and gives a nod to Cullen, who nods back with that crooked smile she adored on his face. Too bad she couldn’t kiss him with Cassandra here. She bids them both a good morning before leaving.

*********

The moment had to end. And so be it. 

If only it was a moment longer, Cullen sighs. He didn’t get the kiss he found himself looking forward to every morning, but it was obvious why she didn’t give him one. 

Back to business. 

The seeker steps forward and lays her board of papers on his desk. 

“I know it is none of my concern,” she says, carefully picking her words, “but I must ask. Are you courting the inquisitor?” 

“Uh-” 

It was a simple yes or no question and yet he did not know how to answer it. 

Courting. It was such a strange word. It felt too proper for him, the son of Fereldan farmers.  A word meant for royals and nobles. He was neither of them. 

But technically speaking. . . 

“Er uh . . . yes, I am courting the Inquisitor.” 

Cassandra raises a brow, a smirk pulling aside her lips.

"But I assure you, seeker! We are keeping our personal affairs away from our duties with the Inquisition. We will not shirk our duties and—"

"Cullen, that's enough."

She hides her smile with a fist and she's laughing? At him?

"I know you two will not neglect your duties and will remain professional when necessary."

Oh.

"Oh."

"Another question, if I may?"

"Go ahead."

"Have you spent some time with her?"

Cullen’s brows draw together. "Some—some time with her?"

"Yes. You are courting here." She reminds him, amused to have to elaborate further. 

"Y-Yes, I am."

Cassandra’s head tilts to the side. "Have you not spent some time with her after hours? Perhaps have taken her outside of Skyhold?"

If there were words in Cullen's head, they seem to have leaked out of his ears.

"I uh. . . haven't had the chance." He realizes. 

“A chance?"

"You do remember that we have an Inquisition to run?”

"Of course I do," Casandra scowls and crosses her arms. "But you must make time for Marzeyna if you expect this courtship to be successful."

"Excuse me?”

"Do not worry. Myself and the others shall help." And with that she picks up her board of papers and heads for the door.

Cullen was struck by a bolt of confusion.

"What in the blazes....”

****

Early evening arrived, the sun soon setting in an hour, and candles would need to be lit. 

With a familiar ache in his neck and shoulders, Cullen sits hunched over his desk with stacks of paperwork that needed his attention. 

Scout reports, operations that require his permission, requisitions, letters, etc. 

He could feel a headache coming on. The dull, slow creeping from the back of his skull. Having had so many since withdrawing from lyrium, he knows too well that it will soon spread and pulse along to the beat of his heart and grow sharp, clawing at his mind from the back of his eyes. 

A sigh escapes his lips. 

Maybe he needs to eat something. It was time for dinner. Perhaps he could find Marzeyna and have a meal with her in his office. Or maybe the garden, have a little picnic there. Watch the sunset together. 

Yes . . . that would be nice . . . 

Just as he’s about to get up from his seat, the door opposite his desk opens. 

“Commander Cullen, may I have a moment of your time?” 

It was that Tevinter mage, Dorian Pavus. 

This cannot be good. 

“Uh, you may.” 

“Wonderful!” The mage walks over and puts his hands on his desk. “A little birdie told me that our dear commander is courting our sweet little inquisitor.” 

“Was the little birdie perhaps Cassandra?” Cullen makes a face. 

“Perhaps,” Dorian says with a knowing look. “Though if I must be frank, we all had our suspicions before the little birdie came flying.” 

“We?” 

“Don’t be foolish, Cullen. We’ve seen the way you two look at each other. It’s so sweet and innocent, it makes me ill.” Dorian gives a sort of dreamy sigh. “Reminds of my youth.” 

Meanwhile the commander had grown two shades pinker. He doesn’t need a mirror to know that. 

“It-It was that obvious?” 

“I’m afraid so. But nevermind that. The same little birdie also told you that you have yet to spend some time with her outside of Inquisition affairs. Is that true?” 

It occurs to Cullen that he wanted nothing more in this moment than to bury his face in his gloved hands and scream. 

“Yes, that’s true. Look, Dorian. I don’t know if you noticed, but we are part of the Inquisition. We are in the middle of attempting to close the breach in the sky and defeat Corypheus, all while in the middle of mage/templar war.” 

A moment passes for his words to settle in.

“Alright, I see your point.” Tucking a fist under his chin, Dorian appears to be deep in thought. “Have you thought about it nonetheless?” 

“Of course I have, it’s just—” Cullen sighs. 

“Just what?” Dorian prompts. 

“It’s just. . . we have business to conduct. We can barely see each other outside of meetings.”

“Have you thought about making time?” 

Wait a minute. . . 

“Making time?” 

“Yes, making time. Cullen, I know you and Marzenya are busy people. I know we are in the middle of something awful and the two of you and the rest of us are trying to fix everything. The issue here is that you need to spend some time together or your work will consume your relationship. At the end of the day, you’ll want you to remember the memories you made with her, not with all this shit paperwork.” 

For a second, Cullen doesn’t know what to say. 

“Dorian, that was  . . . incredibly touching  of you to say.” 

“I know it was. People think I like to talk just to hear the sound of my voice, which is true. I have a lovely voice. Now come on!” 

By now, Dorian had walked over to the other side of the desk and was pulling the commander up and out of his seat by the arm. 

“Where are we going?” Cullen asks. 

“To make memories.” 

“I can’t I have reports to-” 

“What did I say about making memories?” 

****

The magister ended up taking the commander to Skyhold’s own pub, the Herald's Rest. Inside, the pub was packed with familiar faces, all engaged in banter and drinks sloshing in their hands. The music was lively and there was not a sad soul in sight. 

At least the morale was looking high, Cullen thought. 

Dorian takes him near the back end of the pub where the Iron Bull and his Chargers sat and made their new home. 

“Dorian! Commander! It’s nice to see you here! Come, take a seat!” Bull did look happy to see them. As Cullen takes a seat with the group, one of them, Krem, hands him a drink—though drinking is the last thing he wants to do while this headache continues to grow. 

“So what brings you here?” Bull asks after taking a swig of his drink. 

“I did,” says Dorian, “and you can thank me for that. And also, it turns out Cassandra was right. Our dear commander is courting our little inquisitor.” 

The incredulous look on Bull’s face says it all. 

“Shit, really?! Hey Cullen, congrats, man! Didn’t know you had it in you.” The “pat” on the shoulder he gave him nearly knocks him off balance in his chair. 

“Er uh, thank you.” 

As Bull is about to say something else, something across the room catches his attention. 

“Varric! Blackwall! Get over here! We gotta talk.” 

Oh, Maker take him. 

The warden and the crossbow dwarf take with them, and Blackwall obliges to take a drink while Varric denies. 

“Curly, it’s certainly a surprise to see you here.” 

“I could say the same, commander. What brings you here?”  

“Nevermind that,” interrupts an impatient Dorian. “What matters is this: the seeker was right. Cullen is courting Marzenya.” 

The two men’s eyes go wide and turn to Cullen. 

“I knew it!” Varric had a large smile on his face. “Who made the first move?” 

The commander’s face felt as hot as a kiln. 

“I-I guess it was technically I did-” 

“Ha! You owe a sovereign, Tiny.” 

Bull groans as he digs in his pockets. “Dammit. I was hoping Zey would be the one to grow balls.”

“I was thinking the same,” Dorian hands  a sovereign of his own to Blackwall. 

“Excuse me, have you all been making bets on my personal life?” Oh, that headache is coming along quite nicely. 

“Relax, Cullen,” says Blackwall, putting a hand on his shoulder. “We mean no harm. It was just you two were quite the spectacle, even back in Haven.” 

“He’s right,” Varric nods. “I know a romance in the making when I see it.” 

“Alright now, this is the important thing. Cullen has yet to  properly spend time with Marzeyna .” 

“Oh yeah?”” Bull raises a brow. 

Cullen sighs as he feels a blood vessel near his temple about to burst. 

“There is a giant hole in the sky we need to worry about first.” He points out. 

“That can wait.” 

Now that blood vessel is really going to burst. The commander stands abruptly from his chair, nearly knocking it over. His mouth is open, ready to debate, when a hand lands on his shoulder and pulls him back down. 

“Dorian’s right,” it was Blackwall. “This is more important.” 

“How?!” 

“This is a chance of love. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity and you can’t neglect that opportunity.” 

“I don’t-” 

Dorian interrupts him.  “We need to come up with some ideas for him to spend some time with Zey, any suggestions?”

“Have you thought about having drinks with her here?” Varric asks. 

“This isn’t the most romantic or intimate place for us,” Cullen rubs the back of his neck. 

“Have thought about having dinner with her in her quarters?” gestures Blackwall. 

The room is suddenly warming up. 

“That’s far too intimate for the time being.” 

“Mm!” Bull wipes his mouth after taking another swig of his drink with the back of his hand. “Have you thought about having sex with her?”

The room is now on fire. 

“I-! We’ve barely started!” Cullen says through his teeth. 

“No no, that’s a brilliant idea,” oh Blackwall, please no. “Sleeping with her will give you a good outlook on how your relationship is and will be.” 

“Hell yeah!” Spilling his beer, Bull is adding fuel to the metaphorical fire. “Take those damn gloves off for once and show her a good time!” 

Cullen knows his face is as red as apples and he blames the blood vessel that has surely now burst and his hemorrhaging underneath the surface of his skin. 

“Knock it off, the both of you,” hisses Dorian. “You know damn well the two of them are not like that. They can barely kiss as it is. We need to keep coming up with ideas. Cullen, have you thought of any yourself?” 

Rubbing his chin, the commander gives himself a moment to think. 

“I was thinking about having a picnic with her in the gardens.” He divulges. 

“Hey,” Varric crosses his arms, “that’s not a bad idea. A little fruit, cheese, and some wine and there you have it.” 

“Now that,” Dorian puts a hand on Cullen’s shoulder, “we can do.” 

“We?” That doesn’t sound good. 

“Yes, we shall aid you in your romantic endeavors.” 

“I don’t think-” Bull shuts him up with a wave of his hand. 

“Please, it’s just a picnic. How hard  can it be to set up?”

Dorian leans over in his chair toward the commander. 

“Just ask her to have a picnic with you tomorrow morning and we’ll have everything set up by evening.” 

It was honestly difficult to trust these men with personal affairs. Considering his schedule, to have everything set up tomorrow was a gift. 

So he sighs and agrees. 

****

It was barely mid-morning when Marzeyna’s heart burst out of her chest. 

Alright, not literally, but still!

When she went to see Cullen, he had just asked her to have a picnic with him in Skyhold’s garden this evening. 

Yes, they’ve shared a fair share of kisses and warm embraces. . . but everything was still so new and so precious, like a newborn babe. So full of love. 

She is still in the state that she was in when they first talked at Haven, long before the kiss. Now, her affection is acknowledged by the weight of his own affection. 

Marzeyna said yes to the picnic, of course. 

Much still needs to be done today and the picnic lingers in her mind in the meantime. 

She needs to seek some consultation. And she knows the perfect person. 

****

“Oh Vivienne, I’m so glad you have the time to help me.” 

“For you, my dear inquisitor, I’ll always clear my schedule.” 

They were in Vivienne's room above the court near the library. Evening was in a few hours and Marzeyna wasn’t exactly calm about this. 

It was just a picnic with Cullen. No big deal. Noooope. 

Oh, there goes her imagination. 

“I’ve never properly courted before. I’ve shared a few kisses back when I was with the clan, but nothing as serious as this. I’m afraid I’ll say or do something and he won’t be interested in me anymore.” 

Vivienne chuckles as they take a seat on the settee together. 

“Oh my dear, you’ve only just started. Do not worry about making mistakes. In fact, this is the perfect time to make mistakes. It shall aid you on how to improve both yourself and the relationship.” 

“Really” 

“Of course, really. Besides, I doubt a few ‘mistakes’ would deter the commander away.”

As the inquisitor spoke about her conversation with Cullen from earlier, their heads swiveled towards the sound of the door opening. 

“Did you two really think you could make plans without us?” 

It was Leliana, and behind her were Josephine and Cassandra. They walk over to them and take seats on Vivienne’s bed and a stool. 

“What are you three doing here?” Marzeyna asks. 

“We thought we’d come and help you with the picnic with the commander,” Josephine said with a smile. 

“Help me? How do you all know?” 

Cassandra clears her throat.

“We overheard Dorian speaking with Varric about the picnic and gathering things for Cullen. We three thought we would do the same for you.” 

Marzeyna swears that though her heart has yet to burst from her chest and out her ribcage, it certainly swells right then and there. 

“Oh, you lot are going to make me cry.” 

The five of them start to converse and throw ideas of what to do. 

“For starters,” Leliana speaks, “We need to figure out what you will wear.” 

“Wear?” Marzeyna shakes her head. “This is just a picnic, not a ball. Isn’t what I’m wearing right now just fine?” 

“Sure,” said Josephine, “but it doesn’t hurt to dress up for a small occasion like this. It will show the commander that you care and that you want to look good for him.” 

“I guess. . .” Humans are a weird race sometimes but that line of reasoning doesn’t sound absurd. 

Josephine continues. 

“I think I might have some simple skirts in quarters you could try on if you like.”

“I believe I may have some blouses you borrow as well,” Cassandra smiles at her. 

“I also have some jewelry if you’re interested,” Leliana said. “Something light like small earrings and a simple necklace. Maybe even a bracelet.” 

“And I shall aid you with a little hair and makeup,” Vivienne already had compacts of face paint ready for her. 

Okay, now she really is going to cry. 

****

Cullen made his way to Skyhold’s garden as the sun was about to set. Soon the sky would turn to different shades of colors and the stars would make their way in the dark. 

And to have Marzeyna with him when that happens would simply be a gift for him. 

When he arrives, the gardens are eerily empty. Nobody is there except for Varric, who holds a small basket in his arms. 

“Curly! I was wondering when you were going to show up. Got everything set up for you.” 

Walking over to him, Cullen spots the display before the both of them. 

On the grass lays a plain worn blanket, threading at one side. There’s a plate in the middle that holds fruits, cheeses, and sweets. Varric sets the basket down and reaches in and pulls out a bottle of wine and two glasses. 

“There’s also candles and matches in here in case you want to stick around past sundown.” 

For a moment, the commander loses his words. 

“You alright there, Curly? We didn’t forget anything, did we?” 

Cullen snaps back to reality. 

“N-No. No, this is . . . perfect.” 

“Good ‘cause it’s not gonna get any more perfect then this.” 

As Cullen takes a closer look at the display, he expects Varric to walk away, giving him the much needed space and quiet he’d like to share with the inquisitor. Instead, the dwarf walks over to the ledge a couple feet away. 

Just as Cullen is about to call out to him, he hears the sound of one of the doors opening. 

“Dorian, what are you-” 

“Oh, I’m just here to take in some fresh air,” the mage brushes off. “I’m also meeting Cassandra here for a game of chess. Don’t mind me.” He walks past him to the chess board where he once shared a game with the commander not far too long ago. 

Again, why is he here? Cullen goes to open his mouth to say something when the door opens again. 

“Good evening, Commander.” 

“Er uh . . . good evening, Cassandra.” 

The seeker walks past him to join Dorian at the chessboard. They speak in hushed tones that he cannot decipher. 

And then the doors open again. 

It’s Leliana and Josephine who also say “good evening” before rushing towards one of the garden benches and sitting themselves down. 

And then Blackwall walks in and utters his good evening and joins Varric by the ledge. 

And then another door opens, but it’s not from either entrance to the gardens. Instead, it’s from the upper level where the bedrooms are. There stood the tall forms of the Iron Bull and Vivienne in her headdress, arm and arm taking what appears to be...a stroll?

The blood vessel from last night suddenly wants revenge. 

“What in the Maker’s name-!” he starts but then the door opens again. 

Oh . . . 

It’s her . . . 

“Good evening, Cullen,” Marzeyna says, “I got your note.” 

Oh, that's right. He left a note for her in his office that told her to come meet with him in the garden at her earliest convenience. 

“Good evening, Marzeyna. . .” he breathes out. “You look beautiful tonight.” 

It’s true. He rarely saw her outside of her armor and indoor inquisition clothes that she wore to look the part. But tonight, she wore something else. Her hair is done up with strands of wavy hair outlining her face, showing off the earrings with red gems adorning her ears. Her face itself is painted, her eyelids swept with a glittery yellow, almost gold dust, and her mouth painted a brilliant shade of red that complimented her vallaslin. Her blouse hugged her exposed shoulders and from her neck hangs a simple gold necklace. The sleeves are long and rolled up below the elbow. Below that is a long skirt that exposes her ankles, revealing bare feet half wrapped in cloth. 

It wasn’t much, and yet it still steals his breath away. 

“Thank you,” she says and walks closer to him.

Their hands meet and he leans over to her to give her a kiss. 

Until that is when someone coughs and reminds him they aren’t alone. 

Without speaking, Cullen gently pulls her over to their little picnic and sits themselves down on the blanket. 

“I am sorry,” he says while pouring her a glass of wine. “But apparently the Inquisition wants to witness our little picnic.” 

“Inquisition?” Marzeyna looks around, her eyes widening at every angle. “Oh hell, almost everyone is here. Why?” 

“I don’t know,” Cullen rubs the back of neck. He’s seriously going to rub it raw one day. “I was about to tell everyone off when you arrived.” 

“Oh shit,” she murmurs into her wine. “They expect some kind of show from this, like a play. Maybe if we just sit here and whisper they’ll eventually get bored and leave.” 

“Let’s hope for it.” 

Conversations were attempted, but just as they really get into the meat of it, someone whispers, someone coughs, someone giggles. A near dozen pair of eyes were on them and Cullen could feel them burning into him in all directions. 

“They really are a persistent lot,” he mutters mostly to himself. 

“I’m afraid so,” Marzeyna replies as she takes a bite from a sweet tart from the plate. 

Time passes. It feels like an hour, but it’s really closer to twenty minutes. 

“Any minute now,” she says, her smile waning away, “they will all pick up and leave and it’ll be just the two of us.” 

They both sigh. 

Another moment passes. Nothing happens. Cullen’s pretty sure now that Dorian and Cassandra have yet to even make the second move in their game. Varric and Blackwall pretend to be interested in both the sky and ground. Leliana and Josephine appear to lean against one another, ready to fall asleep. The Iron Bull and Vivienne have long since gave up pretending to walk up and down the balcony and now lean against it. 

Cullen and Marzeyna no longer stare at each other as they space off into the distance, near tipsy on wine and full of fruit and sweets. 

“Alright, I give up.” Marzeyna takes in the rest of her wine and stands up. Cullen joins her as well. “Have you lot gotten bored yet? Nothing’s gonna happen. I don’t even know what you all expected.” 

“Honestly, neither did I,” says Dorian getting up from his seat to stretch his legs. “I’ll be off now.” 

“Dammit Cullen, take the gloves off already!” Bull yells from the balcony while making obscene hand gestures that Vivienne does not approve of. 

“I am not taking my gloves off!” Cullen yells back, his face quick to turn red. 

“Prude!” 

With that, everyone got up and made their way out, some laughing along the way. 

When silence finally fell and the two of them were the only ones there, they sat back down with a sigh of relief. 

The silence is broken when Marzeyna starts to laugh. 

It starts off as a small giggle and then it builds up to a good chuckle and soon enough, she’s cackling like a child does at inappropriate jokes. 

And he laughs with her. They laugh hard and loud until Cullen can feel another headache off in the distance. One he won’t complain about too terribly much. 

“I have to say, Cullen,” she speaks as she winds down, “this was the worst picnic I’ve ever had.” 

“My apologies,” he replies, clearing his dried throat. “I had a much better idea in my head. It was much more romantic and intimate and not full of witnesses.” She scoots herself closer to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. 

“It’s alright, it’s the thought that counts.” 

The commander puts his hand over the Inquisitor’s and holds it closer to him so he can kiss the knuckles of her hand. 

“I appreciate that very much.” 

Marzeyna leans towards him and he wraps an arm around her shoulders and holds her other hand in his. 

“Let me make it up to you,” she says. “Let’s have breakfast in my quarters tomorrow morning. Just me and you. How does that sound?” 

Just me and her . . . 

“Dearest, that sounds lovely. . .” 

“Good, I prefer the sun rises than sunsets, to be honest.” 

“And why is that?” 

Marzeyna shrugs. “It's something I've always enjoyed since the clan. I like watching the world wake up with me. It’s a beautiful sight that reminds me I am alive and have a day ahead of me to live. And it reminds me of you, when I see you in the morning before breakfast. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up with the sun in my eyes.” 

She’s robbing him of words and breath again. He can’t help himself. 

Taking a hand to cup the side of her face, he leans in, closing his eyes, and catches her lips with his. 

With her, everything is perfect. With her, everything he’s been through is almost worth it. 

They part and she starts to laugh again. 

“What is it?” He can’t wipe the dumb smile he knows he has on his face. 

“Nothing,” she shakes her head. “It’s just that my lip paint is now all over your lips.” 

“Is it now?” 

“Yeah. Here, let me help you make it worse.” 

And she kisses him again. 

[jungshookz]

Hi!!! So this thought occurred to me but what about a reverse mermaid! Jimin x reader with a mermaid!reader x human Namjoon and he’s always at the beach but he’s too busy “studying” and doesn’t notice anything but mermaid! reader sends him crabs or something and boom! We just need more Namjoon in our lives

→ pairing: kim namjoon x reader

→ genre: mermaid!reader, comedy mostly, jungkook and taehyung are brATs and they love teasing you about your silly little crush on a silly little human

→ wordcount: 1.9k

→ note: i adore namjoon.,.,., that is all.

(gif isn’t mine!)

“and just what do you think you’re doing up here?” you perk up in surprise when you hear a splash from behind you

you turn to glance over your shoulder and relax a little when you realise it’s just jungkook

he runs a hand through his damp hair before raising a brow at you and swimming over

“it’s a nice day today. i just wanted to… tan…like the humans do?” you’re pretty sure that’s the right word but it’s not like jungkook would know the difference lol

you stay hidden behind your rock and poke your head out a little to look at the shoreline

“you do realise how risky it is for us to surface during daylight, right?” jungkook hisses yanks you down a little when you poke your head up a little toO high up  

when you don’t respond he reaches over and pinches your arm

“oW WHaT” you rub your arm and scowl at him

jungkook flips his tail up and splashes you a little and you scowl again

“cut it out!!”

“i will as soon as you tell me why you’re up here” he grins at you and proceeds to follow your line of sight

he lets out a groan

“oh, c’mon.”

“what???” you whine and cross your arms before huffing and turning so that you’re leaning against the rock

“i thought this human thing was just a phase but obviously not.”

“you’re making a big deal out of absolutely nothing. you think some human girls are pretty too!!”

“yeah, but i get over it immediately. you, on the other hand, you’re obsess-“ another splaSH and suddenly tae’s head pops up from under the water

“what are you two doing up here?? come back down where it’s safe.”

“y/n has a crush on a human.” jungkook sneers and suddenly going back underwater is the last thing on taehyung’s mind

he gasps and swims over to the either side of you

“he’s the one with the books right???”

you turn and gawk at him

“how did you know which on- i mean, uh.,.,. nO yeah how did you knoW which one i like????”

“you’ve been reading, that’s why. you would rather travel to the bermuda triangle alone than pick up a book.” taehyung crosses his arm and pokes his head out to the side “and not to mention, you hate surfacing, and you’ve been surfacing at least four times a week, every week. conveniently enough you surface every time mr. bookworm is at the beach.”

“i bet she’d be willing to grow a pair of legs just for him”

“you wanna run around on the sand with him?? build a sandcastle, hm??”

you roll your eyes and let them continue to tease you

ya you have a crush on a very attractive human male  

so whAT

what’s not to like!!!!!!

he’s so cute

his perfectly tousled (obviously dyed dirty blonde hair)

you saw him smile to himself once when he was reading something and you wanted nothing more than to just drown in his dimples

anD you heard him laugh one time when his friend was talking to him and he has the cutest laugh (also his friend was noT bad to look at)

you stare at him fondly and pluck at your seashell necklace absentmindedly

“so, tell us about this guy.” jungkook nudges you to get your attention when he realizes you’ve stopped paying attention to him and tae

“yeah - what’s he have that i don’t??”

“legs, for one thing.” you snort and taehyung rolls his eyes

“i’ll have you know i can grow a pair of legs whenever i want. but yeah - what do you like so much about him? you don’t even know him.”

“he’s just… i dunno, he seems like he’d be really sweet and nice. and he’s super cute. and he also seems very smart and well-read.” you sigh dreamily and take your bottom lip in between your teeth as you watch him swipe to the next page of his book “also he seems to like crabs a lot which i think is very adorable.”

“i hate crabs. they’re always nipping at my tail. they don’t even taste that good - so much effort for so little meat!” jungkook sighs

“you shouldn’t eat crabs… they’re our friends, not food!”

“they’re our enemies!!! their beady eyes and sharp claws cause nothing but troubLE” jungkook grumbles “if i had it my way crabs wouldn’t exist at all”

“are you still mad about that one time that one crab clipped off a bit of your tail fin?”

“obviouSLY i’m still mad about that!! it took weeks for my tail to heal!”

“speaking of crabs-“ your eyes light up with excitement when you spot a little crab wandering on top of a rock over some barnacles

you swim over quickly to grab it before it gets the chance to disappear

you scoop the little crab up into the palm of your hand and raise your hand so that the crab is staring right at you

“you gonna help me shoot my shot with the pretty human, hm?”

it foams at the mouth and snaps its claws and you know what you’re taking that as a yes

you close your fist so it can’t escape as you swim back over to the boys

“alright, lil guy. do your thing.” you whisper before unfurling your fingers and letting it scurry off your palm

you watch as he makes his journey over the rock and down onto the sand and you wait in anticipation

The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less-

namjoon’s eyes flicker from the book on his lap to right next to him when he notices a little flicker of movement

“oh! hello there!!!” namjoon gasps excitedly and shuts his book immediately

every time he comes to the beach he’s usually the one hunting for crabs but at this particular beach it seems like there are plenty of crabs everyWHere because at least four or five have scurried over to him in the last two hours

and he gets more and more excited with each new tiny visitor

he reaches down and scoops the crab up onto his palm and pets the top of it with his finger “look at you and your purple stripe!” he coos

the crab nips at his finger with its tiny claw and namjoon yelps quietly in surprise

“that wasn’t very nice of you” namjoon murmurs and pets it again

it snaps its tiny claws at him twice in a threatening manner

namjoon frowns and places his hand on the ground and the crab hops off before zippINg towards the large rocks near the shore

“your friend wasn’t so nice to the pretty boy so maybe you’ll do a better job.” you watch as next crab ventures onto its journey

“what are you trying to achieve here because i’m not catching on” jungkook narrows his eyes and tilts his head

you purse your lips

you know what

you’re not exactly sure what you want out of this

all you know is that it makes u feel tingly when you see the pretty human having fun with the crabs

namjoon feels a little tickling sensation near his thigh and he looks down

he jolts in surprise when he sees yet another crab

this one’s nipping at his swim trunks and he picks it up quickly before he can snip his thiGH meat

hoLY moly

this one’s..,.., this one’s a biG boy

it’s about the size of his palm

“you must be a ghost crab. i can tell because of the colour of your shell and your big ol eyes.” namjoon smiles and nods his head

“you look like a crazy person, you know that, right?” yoongi plops down next to namjoon and jumps when he sees the size of the crab “hoLY shit we should steam that thing and dip it in some garlic butter”

“don’t be dramatic it’s not even that big”

it immediately snaps its claws and now namjoon’s a little intimated

“and we’re not steaming anything!!!!!!!!” namjoon scowls and puts the crab down

it starts digging a little hole in the sand next to him

and then it happens again

a teeny red crab wanders over and kicks some sand onto namjoon’s beach towel

where the hell are all these crabs coming from

namjoon narrows his eyes when he sees yet anothEr crab emerging from behind a rock

hm

he wonders if there’s like a whole stASH of crabs just chilling behind the rock

well

only one way to find out

“hey- don’t leavE me with the monster crab!!!!” yoongi stands up and trails behind namjoon

your eyes widen to the size of saucers when you see namjoon stand up and dust himself off before proceeding to walk riGHT over to where you and the boys are

just as you’re about to send a pretty blue crab over you realize that HE’S COMING

the sirens in your head immediately start wailing and you end up flinging the crab behind you in a moment of panic

Y E E T

“shIT he’s coming he’s coMING everyone gO underwaTER” you immediately shove botH kook and tae’s heads underwater

you freeze when you see the top of his head from above the rock and then you hear his voice

“hyung, let’s take a look back here! i wonder if there’s like a whole grOUP of crabs or something because they all seem to be coming from this general location…”

oh sweet neptune

even his voice is attractive

you sigh dreamily and your body starts acting on its own accord and you suddenly feel the desire to push yourself up to sit on the rock

but all of a sudden

“wOaH-“ you squeak in surprise when you feel hands wrap around your tail and suddenly you’re being yanked underwater

“you barnacle-head, you almost got caught!!!!” jungkook hisses as he drags you deeper into the water

“would’ve totally been worth it.” you grumble and swim alongside him after shaking his hand off your arm

“hm. not a crab in sight.” namjoon mutters disappointedly and scratches the top of his head

“good. i hate crabs.” yoongi cringes when he steps on a slimy spot on the rock “also can you like, do something about that monster crab?? throw it back into the ocean otherwise i’m actually going to kill it and steam it.”

“oh, wait, check this out!” namjoon sees something glimmering on the water and he’s careful as he bends down and grabs it

oh

it’s just a seashell hanging on some sort of… twine?

but it’s pretty!!!!!

“what is it??” yoongi peeks over namjoon’s shoulder “wha- that’S what we came over here for??”

namjoon purses his lips and tucks the necklace into his back pocket

well the seashell is pretty

it’s kinda holographic which he’s never seen before! typically seashells are like purple or pink but most of the time they’re white

never holographic!!  

so he’ll keep it

:-)

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[riviae]

ppl i think regis would get along w/ really well despite never officially meeting them (not counting yen or ciri bc obviously regis would get along w/ them): 

note: under read more due to length

eskel: 

they’re both level-headed & are very familiar with the feeling of being the only sane person in a room. now when geralt or lambert say something incredibly absurd, they just give each other the look™ 

because of how similar eskel & geralt are, regis immediately feels at ease around the witcher. they were different, of course, but many of the fundamental principles which endeared regis to geralt could also be found in eskel. their friendship comes across as quite natural despite having not known each other for long. 

regis is delighted to hear about what geralt was like as a child. eskel tells a bunch of stories, reminiscing upon their childhood & all the trouble the two wolf-school witchers got into. pretty good times all around. 

they also both like animals so eskel introduces regis to his goat, lil’ bleater, while regis introduces eskel to his... ominous conspiracy of ravens. eskel’s admiration of regis increases tenfold after that. 

when eskel returns to the path at the start of spring, he fondly notices that he has three ravens trailing him every now & then. he starts feeding them seeds & grain when he stops in villages for supplies/lodging. the ravens return the favor w/ gifts, starting w/ giving him dead mice or shiny pieces of metal & ending w/ runestones & other witcher-related supplies (likely at regis’s behest).

they also exchange letters every now & then thru the ravens, which eskel enjoys more than he’d admit out loud. unlike his usual clipped speech & monotone, eskel is much more expressive & open in his writings, to regis’s pleased surprise. there are a few times where eskel’s letters are even longer than regis’s--a feat, truly. 

one full moon, the wolf school witchers (eskel, lambert, and geralt) get so incredibly intoxicated on mandrake hooch that they bet regis that they’d be able to land at least one hit on him as a trio... in regis’s giant murder bat form. humoring the three men, regis complies and transforms in the courtyard. lambert immediately passes out at the sight of regis’s teeth. geralt suddenly recalls a vivid memory of regis’s attack on stygga castle & in the case of self-preservation, forfeits entirely by dropping his sword. he then throws up in a nearby bush & joins lambert on the ground. eskel drops his sword but not out of fear--instead, his animal-loving nature comes out full-force and he ends up drunkenly patting regis’s head and scratching his chin. regis gives a happy churr of approval in response.

when vesemir wakes up early the next morning, completely unaware of the previous night’s events, he finds it odd that the keep is so quiet, but goes on w/ his routine. when he goes to the courtyard to check on the horses, he instead finds the 3 witchers asleep--with regis, /still/ in his bat form, acting like a fluffy pillow for the 3 men, one wing wrapped protectively over them as they slept. upon closer inspection, he sees that lil’ bleater is wrapped up in regis’s other wing, sleeping soundly. 

vesemir: 

rocky start at first bc uhhh why is there a higher vampire in our keep, geralt? but after actually getting to know regis, vesemir becomes quite fond of the vampire. being a fairly old witcher, he enjoys being able to chat w/ regis about things that were popular in their youth. at one point vesemir realizes that regis was actually the same vampire he’d heard of back when he was first starting out on the path--that vesemir had even seen contracts for the vampire’s head but he ignored them bc while he was young, he wasn’t idiotic enough to actually go after a higher vampire (lol @ geralt). they even share a laugh about it. 

old slang words!! they both get to use ‘em in colloquial speech w/ each other & laugh at their jokes while the other witchers just roll their eyes. 

regis helps update the keep’s knowledge on both higher & lower vampires, penning his own bestiary of sorts on his species, but focusing on techniques & concoctions that could keep witchers safe from harm. 

regis’s curiosity regarding the trial of grasses becomes apparent & vesemir gives the vampire whatever books still remain on the process. regis is delighted to see that witchers did have vampire genes in them (from bruxae tongue, specifically). 

bonus points for vesemir trying to “sweep up” all the vampire-hunting paraphernalia the keep has, attempting to hide the (lower) vampire skulls, fangs, tongue, claws, etc., that  they had displayed like trophies. regis isn’t all that offended to begin with (his inner scientist was actually intrigued by the vampire parts that the witchers kept preserved), but he does break into a fit of laughter when he stumbles upon vesemir trying to shove an entire stock of black blood potions into a cabinet & ends up dropping all of them at hearing regis approach--the room smells horrid to regis for weeks after tho. 

“did you... did you really think geralt never drank black blood in front of me? he was contracted to hunt down a higher vampire.” “...i just didn’t want you to think i was worried about you attacking us.” “hmm, the more i learn about witchers, the more i wonder how your reputation as heartless monster killers has persisted over the centuries.” 

priscilla: 

it’s an immediate friendship that blossoms between them. dandelion feels a bit jealous that regis feels comfortable to laugh & joke about his nature in front of priscilla when it took regis months to even reveal he was a vampire to the hansa in general. regis reminds him that the first time he so much as smiled and showed his teeth, he had let out a scream and nearly fainted. 

regis does his barber-surgeon magic™ and provides priscilla w/ a medicinal concoction to add to her hot tea every morning. it helps incredibly well and lets her speak/sing for longer. similarly, regis also gets a salve for priscilla to put on her scars that help them heal a bit more. eventually, she no longer wears a scarf around her neck and regis is thrilled at the sight. 

regis is a big fan of priscilla’s singing. as he himself is not the greatest singer, he finds that he loves listening to her singing as he journals/reads/etc. one time he even dozed off, having been so relaxed, that when he wakes, he finds that priscilla had draped a blanket over him & even managed to prop a pillow behind his head w/o waking him. 

priscilla confides in regis when she first thinks that she may be pregnant. given his abilities, he was able to smell the change in her hormones & was able to give her the good news. he goes into barber-surgeon mode™ rt after tho & gives priscilla (and dandelion, once he gets over the shock that he’s becoming a father) a bunch of notes on what sort of diet, exercise, etc., she should do while pregnant. dandelion goes to oxenfurt at regis’s behest to ‘borrow’ more accurate anatomy textbooks and they both pour over the info., wanting to make sure that if he was for some reason predisposed when priscilla was giving birth, dandelion could at least handle it/know what to expect. 

shani: 

they’re both practicing physicians & it’s a shame cdpr didn’t let them meet (even if they were in diff dlcs).

both get to teach each other different medical-related things!! 

regis is more self-taught (but i do headcanon that he learned a lot of his abilities as a barber-surgeon while in the Humanist’s company) & relies on a mix of experience, textbooks (some even written by other higher vampires), and general word-of-mouth (i.e., herbal remedies he’s learned from different villages along his travels) in his practice, tho his specialty is surgery... and haircuts lol 

shani actually attended medical school at oxenfurt academy so her knowledge is much more /by the books/ so to speak. bc of this, she’s able to help regis ‘catch up’ on human anatomy terms that aren’t as commonly used by higher vampires (which is where regis got most of his knowledge). also, what shani lacks in experience she makes up tenfold in skill and problem-solving. for instance, she’s able to show regis a sewing technique to close up a wound that she created to save thread since she worked on battlefields for the most part

they both enjoy academia and learning in general, so besides medicine, they also chat about things ranging from politics to philosophy. shani eventually becomes the dean of medicine at oxenfurt in the series, so it’d be nice to imagine that this decision was influenced by regis, who noted that she would make an excellent professor/researcher 

regis normally gave haircuts to men, but got the chance to give shani a haircut when she lamented that her bangs were falling into her eyes too often during surgeries and she didn’t want to wear a headband (they shared a laugh thinking about geralt and the headband he used to wear).

anyway, they remain great friends and shani even manages to rope regis into giving a few guest lectures at oxenfurt after she becomes dean. while he frets a little about the possibility of the students, all curious and bright, realizing he isn’t human, the lectures end up being a big hit. and regis can’t deny that he enjoys the attention... it’s not everyday that he gets to ramble about medicine & certain surgical procedures and have a full lecture hall of students eagerly jotting down his words. 

[chimmychanga1225]

Superbat: Mirror Killer continued... (6)

———

Clark returned to the main room, unsurprised yet disheartened by his neighbor's absence. Just because it was expected doesn't mean it didn't hurt any less. "Don't worry Bruce. I still love you and I forgive you. Just make sure to forgive me too, okay?"

Clark held the pillow Bruce had used to prop himself up on, noticing a few smudges of blood from his injury. Careful not to disturb such beautiful memorabilia of their love, he delicately laid the pillow on the floor, quickly running to the kitchen to grab a pair of  scissors. They happened to be rusty and discolored, but were still miraculously functional. As he focused on cutting a small square to frame the masterpiece, he couldn't help but chuckle. Such precise cutting and measurement, along with a perfectionist attitude. He really was his father's son.

———

"Kal. Kal? Kal!"

"What wrong," a younger version of Clark asked the middle aged woman. She held a large wicker basket of clothing in one hand, resting the weight on her hip, while waving the other hand in front of her son's face. "You're always day dreaming Kal," she laughed. "I just wanted some help with the clothes. The basket's clawing into my hands and my bones are already so weak because of my age. Why don't you give your dear old mother a hand, yeah?"

"Sure, Ma," Clark said with a sarcastic drawl. He cautiously took the basket from his mother, taking care to not touch her any more than necessary. "Need anything else?"

With a warm smile and a gentle caress of his face, Clark's mother reassured him. "Not a thing, sweet heart." She gave a light kiss to her son's forehead, while she still could. He'll probably outgrow her before the year's out.

While her son began clipping the damp laundry on the clothes line, Martha Kent hobbled back to her shady porch. Despite her smiles, despite her laughs, despite her warmth, she was in pain. Always. Martha's soul plainly bled kindness and goodwill but only the opposite could be said for her husband.

The Kent's family affairs were behind closed doors and drawn curtains. From what the community has seen, Jonathon was just a private person. From what Martha has seen, she married the devil. With her joints and bruises aching, she sat on the porch swing, allowing herself to just breathe. Whether she's around John or Kal, it feels like she is being suffocated.

“How can you can yourself a mother,” hissed a part of herself, “if you can’t even talk normally with your son?” Martha turned her gaze away from her son to the trembling hand in her lap. All mothers are supposed to bond with their children. To feel a special... connection, but what about her and Kal? He’s already 13 and she feels as if she had a stranger wandering around her house.

“Ma?” A large shock overtook her body as she spotted the child looming over her. Once again it felt as though the air grew thin. “What are you thinkin’ about?”

With difficult, Martha swallowed the lump in her throat and looked at Clark directly. “Maybe it’s about time you spend a week or so at Nana’s? She’s been wantin’ to see you forever.”

“When?”

“Does Thursday sound alright? I can give her a call by then so she can get ready. You know how she is.”

“That’s fine.”

———

“There’s my sweet little boy,” the elderly Ms. Kent exclaimed, hurriedly embracing her grandson. Only after a full minute of hugging and mindless poking over his clothing choice (“He wears far too little”, “You’re going to catch a cold”, “You know, one of my friend’s grandson actually got the flu from being outside for so long”), she took a step back to really look at Clark’s face. “If only your grandpa could have seen you, Kal. He’d be so proud.”

Clark smiled, giving one more right high before moving past Nana and into her apartment. Hers face fell for only a moment before turning to Martha and giving her daughter in law a tight hug. “Oh darling it’s been so long. How have you and John been? He’s as plain as ever when I ask him over the phone, so you’re the only one I can rely on.”

“How expected,” Martha laughed. “We’re doing fine. Actually, we hoped to take a little trip while Kal’s staying with you Nana.”

“Oh, how exciting, dear. I hope you to have fun!”

“I really hate to say this, but I think I have to go. Don’t want to keep John waiting!” With a small, almost unnoticeable sigh of relief, Martha hugged her mother in law and said goodbye to her son. Yes, a week away. That’s all she needed. From Clark, From Jonathan. From the farm. Just a week where she can finally breathe. “See you next time Nana!”

Only minutes after the sounds of the rumbly engine faded away did the elderly woman return from the entry way to sit at the table. She observed her grandson feeling distant as ever, but what can be expected when he’s already a teenager. With a resigned sound emerging from her lips, she Clark’s attention.

“Do you have anything you want to do in the city, darling? I mean you’re rarely so close to it, so you might as well have some fun, right?” Nana joked, nudging the younger with her elbow. She chuckled as she grabbed her purse and slipped out a few 20’s. “I know being stuck in this musty place for a whole week is rough, so why don’t you go out? Get some air and maybe something else, yeah?”

With feeble hands, Nana folded the bills into Clark’s still and steady hands. “Thanks, Nana. I’ll be back soon.”

———

Bit of a filler, I know. Not the sparkly exciting come back I imagined but, I hope this gives you a little insight (or a least the beginning of an insight) into Clark’s past. Nothing to traumatic. Yet. Lol ok bye.

[thedappleddragon]

hooray I think I was productive today :) friends can read this time (except cassidy, you gotta leave, birthday spoilers) but if you figure out my secret project dont tell anybody 

uhhh I dont remember much of this morning other than I just wanted to keep sleeping and my cat was probably clawing at my sheets again. I knew I needed some tape so I could tape together patten pieces for my project and my mom needed meds picked up, so I gathered my things and went to the store by myself with my mom’s card and a short shopping list. all fuckin morning I kept repeating the Minecraft creeper song and the clip from “Korone saying eating Myke Tyson's ass Good Ending” where she has the birthday cake hat. so imagine me, sitting in my car, singing “eating, mike Tyson’s, ass. NOOO” on repeat while looking for a parking space. I ended up walking laps around the store because I didn't know where they kept the fuckin hummus and I had to text my sister and ask. then there was SO much trouble at the pharmacy. basically they didnt have my mom’s insurance on file so I put her on speakerphone while she acted like a boomer not being able to read her own insurance card. the worst part is that because the pharmacy lady was talking to my mom over the phone, I couldn't kill time and be on my phone. so I had to just STAND THERE staring into the middle distance for entirely too long playing with the 2 sets of keys I had clipped to my hand purse wallet thingy. at least I felt cool in my outfit and my boots. eventually it all pretty much worked out and I got to bring home 2 out of her 5  medications and all the groceries. but the lady at checkout thought I was struggling with the machine or an idiot or something (or maybe she was trying to be helpful, whatever) and came over to help me like 3 times. like!! I'm sorry im tired and a little overstimulated and like to take my damn time!! whatever its fine lol. afterwards I drove over to dollar tree to get tape, but I ended up getting a lot of other things too. I saw that they had a brand of tape where you could buy extra rolls without the plastic thing that holds them so I got both. there was also satin ribbon which I was very tempted to get to add to my project, but since I did have fabric to color match to I put it away. instead I got a set of tiny jars, glitter, and craft glue to make into liquid glitter jars. my first idea was to maybe make them into a necklace with fake flowers and shrinky dink fairy wings, but I think they'll just be for decoration. I wanted a snack while I was there and got some crackerjack, like from the baseball song. if you didnt know, yeah its real and its just candied popcorn and peanuts with a little sticker inside. but its really damn good! that's why I ate 2 out of the 3 boxes kn the back and shared the 3rd with my dad. after checkout I sat in the parking lot eating crackerjack straight from the box since I forgot hand sanitizer and watching tiktoks. when I tried to go home there was a huge line of cars outside the entrance to the neighborhood with an ambulance in there and police lights up front, so I turned the other way and took the other entrance. when I came home I found my mom in the process of ripping up carpet in front of her bathroom so she can replace it with tile. we had discussed this earlier today but I thought this would be an eventually project, not a today project. so I spent some time cutting carpet, ripping up foam, sweeping, and prying away the spiky wooden boarders. we need to either remove or hammer down some nails that go down into the concrete before we can start laying down tiles. I spent some time taping together my pattern pieces, cutting 1cm strips off the side of 25 pieces of paper until I got 5 long lines of 5 sheets that I would need to match up and tape together. I didnt have enough space on my bed so I brought it all out to the kitchen floor. it was the biggest clean flat surface in the house I could think of. I got frustrated about pieces not fitting perfectly and my printer cutting off important parts at the very bottom of pages, but I made it work. I roughly cut around each piece and when I brough them all back to my room, I saw my cat had gotten sick on my bed which made me more frustrated. she was asleep on my blankets and very warm so when I picked her up I was worried for a moment that she might have a fever, but she’s fine. I let her out of my room so I could take off the sheet she messed up and ran it and a couple other things through the wash. for the rest of the afternoon I let my cat stay outside without me, and she ended up staying outside for hours, never straying too far from the door but not coming inside when I invite her. I'd check up on her every so often and set her food dish. my sister kept asking me to find my wallet that had mom’s card in it which frustrated me more, and by now I was also getting hangry, so I was fuckin mad and tired and needed to be alone in my room for a bit. I have her card info saved on my phone so I just texted that to her so she could pay for food. I noticed my dad’s boss had called me and I missed it, so I called him back nd he just said It would be a couple days before any updates. I wish he would have just texted me but whatever. I sat outside with my cat while we ordered, making sure she was ok and wasn't hurting her eyes in the sun. I went in the car to pick up food but made my sister go in alone. we ate together in her room while I watched tiktoks and she worked on homework. after that I looked at the stuff u got from dollar tree and started making the 5 mini glitter jars in the bathroom. they all turned out pretty cute, but the pink and red ones are lowly leaking baby oil through the cork stopper. after that I had 2 tiny jars left, so I shoved in dried rose petals and baby’s breath and crushed leaves, all from the flowers my dad got me for valentines day. I think they turned out ADORABLE, and I'm going to borrow some earring making supplies from a friend who bought them in bulk to start a small buisness of reselling aliexpress charms as earrings but quit after a while and still had a ton of leftover supplies. I think I might want to add some twine and shrinky dink fairy wings to the earrings, so I spent a while making 2 test pieces and fucking up a scrap piece to test how to make the hole for the earring hardware. I talked to my dad bout my whole process when he walked in on me preheating the oven, and he agreed to buy the smallest drill bit the hardware store had to offer so I could just drill the hole after baking. luv u papa <3 by then it was getting a little late so I went back to my room. I only have a week or so to finish my project, and I didnt want to get into pinning and cutting fabric tonight, so instead I prepped my patterns. I zoomed into the pattern pdf so it was life sized and traced the missing edges that got cut off by my printer and cut out all the pieces with an xacto knife. I was struggling all day to figure out what the hell these 2 huge shapes labeled lower front and lower back were supposed to be, until I looked through the pdfs again and realized it wasn’t even for the version of the pattern I was using!! so I folded them up and added them to the scrap paper pile. now I have all my pattern pieces nicely prepped resting on an open drawer because otherwise my cat would step all over them. tomorrow I think I'll start pinning and cutting, but not until I read through all the instructions like 3 times and try to look up a youtube tutorial. but its 2:30 am now and im hungry, good night sleep well mwah <3

[cutegirlmayra]

MAYRA I JUST HAD A HEADCANON have you seen this Spider-Man movie where Gwen was played by Emma Stone? I don't want to spoil you if you haven't but it would be so great for a sonamy moment

The one where she dies? (Watch Scene Clip) Ahh… well, I hope you don’t mind, I have an alternative idea that will still touch on this, but maybe more of a happy and dramatic ending ^^

(x)

Sonic Forces concept writing

Prompt:

Shadow held the spent Amy by her throat, doing as he was told by Infinite. Over a large, carved like an earthquakes crevice drop that would surely be the end of it.

“NOO!!” Sonic powered up, his super form sparking to life as he sped forward, leaving the sides of both Gadget (Custom Chara) and Classic Sonic.

Infinitely lightly chuckled a mock, looking down as he saw the yellow stream blazing through the dark reds emanating from the crevices where his cubes power were already in effect upon the dimensions of the world.

Not only were the dark, murky colors of the dirt and steely, collapsing buildings around them proof enough of Eggman’s horrible rein, but only more so reflecting the world Infinite would create… If not stopped…

Eggman was nothing more than a puppet show! A fraud for Infinite’s real purposes.

A fake napoleon.

Eggman, on his knees, hands out to support him, lowered his head at seeing the scene.

Sure, he wanted to kill Sonic… but not… not like this.

He quickly got up, gripping and struggling to get a Chaos Emerald out of Chaos’s hands.

“You stupid, waterballoon!” He kept struggling, getting tossed back and forth as he did so, before Chaos whacked him away, and he fell back; turning to land on his belly and arms.

He heaved in heavy breaths, before getting up, his face swarmed with guilt. “I didn’t want any of this… I wanted an Eggman empire… not the deaths of my only… GRAH!” he smashed his fist against the ground and got up again. “Sonic may not be able to keep his super form for long without that emerald. And I’ll be DARNED if I let some other fool take over my dream!” he strode back to Chaos, before stopping… and slamming a fist into the side of his face.

“I’ll take down a God… if that means I can take over the world another day. I won’t be erased from all time and space! Dimensions mean nothing to me if I’m dead!”

While that was happening, Infinite shook his head, “You could have been the greatest puppet of all, Sonic… this dimension… their dimensions… All could have been one under my perfect order…” He opened out his arms, looking up to the clouds that pierced a red sunlight.

The cubes… formed around him, before starting to glow as he narrowed his one eye, not shifting off of Sonic’s approaching figure.

                                                 “…Drop her…”

“SHADOW!!!” Sonic’s eyes widened, making it up there before a wall of cubes spiraled towards him, forming a wall and then shifting into a monster, smashing him against itself and then swiping him away with an unearthly cry.

“AH!” Sonic was flung back, already weakened without the other Emeralds.

“Sha…Shadow…” Sonic’s head fidgeted as he raised it, one eye closed and the other half open. He cringed at the pain, his friends already useless in being able to help him… everyone doing what they could… but this was his fight…

Classic stepped forward, realizing…

He may not save the girl.

In a split-moment of panic, Classic raced forward, breaking sound barriers as he curved his step and ran along the side of the crevices.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

No friend was being lost.

Or left behind.

Shadow’s red stripes glowed, the same color as the cubes.

He loosened his grip.

Infinite lowered his head.

Amy started to twitch, waking up…. just barely…

“SHADOW!” Sonic gripped the ground, before yanking his head forward.

                                           “SHE’S MY MARIA!!!”

Shadow’s eyes widened as his hand was fully released from Amy’s throat..

She started to fall, as his eyes shook at that name.

He gripped his head, suddenly in great pain, as he wobbled side to side, gritting his teeth in the intesnity of the pain… the memory…

“What… what is this..?!!?!!? AHHHH!!!” He threw back his arms and cried out in pain, as a cube… slowly was being tugged and pushed out of his chest…

Infinite, realizing his control was loosening, turned back in a sharp movement, his eye scanning for understanding…

How…

How was he freeing himself!?

The painful cry was met with a relief of breath, as Shadow’s shoulders fell forward along with his head, swaying as the cube was taken out of him through sheer will power… and then he turned to the edge.

He jumped to try and catch her, but her hand just barely slipped from his grasp.

Sonic’s power overwhelmed the area, as his yellow glow burst forth as he charged infinite.

Classic arched himself and jumped back, having moved too far passed Amy and grabbed her, trying to race up while having both arms on just one of hers.

Her head fell before she flinched in pain, and looked up, wearily.

Struggling to run backwards on a rocky terrain that kept crumbling under him, and the steepness of the edge’s wall to boot… he was slipping…

In that moment, he lost his grip, and Amy started to fall.

Classic jumped for her, straining to reach her…

There was a crash, a whiplash… as suddenly a flash of light caught the recoiled bounce.

Shadow had watched Sonic fighting Infinite and his many creations with the cubes that were once controlling him, and looked to see Eggman struggling with Chaos, having a cube in him as well, glowing red…

He glared, and bite down as he skated over at light speeds, and literally dashed through chaos, pulling the emerald and cube out of him before flashing away, grabbing Classic under his arm.

Gadget, seeing Chaos grow weak, gripped the shard of the Master Emerald in his hand and raced up, sliding to then jam the shard into Chaos.

Chaos let out a piercing ring, before being absorbed back into it, and Gadget pushing his two hands against the shard, holding him in with force until he could fully be sealed into the reformed Master Emerald.

Shadow held up the Chaos Emerald, using Chaos Control to bring them both to safety, before realizing something…

Super Sonic let out a huge blast, “I’ll never let you take over this dimension… or any other one… this world… is meant to be free! And I’ll keep it that way… forever!” he spread his arms out after charging up, and with Gadget placing the last piece into Knuckles’s Master Emerald… him having held his arms up to complete the transformation…

The true power of Chaos swarmed into Sonic without measure, as the blast was engulfed the area, denigrating the cubes completely, like an atomic bomb, only destroying that which was close by, leaving a crater.

“GAAAHHH!!!” Infinite’s eye was the last to go… (I’m skipping the epic boss battle, as you can see. lol)

Sonic, coming back with his arms resting down at his sides, suddenly bolted up to stop the rift in dimensions, pulling it back together with Classic’s help, who had turned super but… his face…

Sonic hadn’t noticed.

The teams cheered when they saw the giant, glowing rift in the sky suddenly pulled back together, and Sonic gave a weary fist to Classic, waiting for a victory fist bump.

“A well deserved victory, little buddy. Thanks for taking care of Amy for me.”

Classic turned his head.

“…Buddy..?” Sonic tilted his head, trying to see Classic’s face.

Seeing the profound frown,… then his head and eyes dipping down…

He panicked, leaning back and looking down where Shadow and some of his friends were starting to gather…

up against a building, seeming to have been crashed into previously… Amy lay motionless..

Shadow went to check the pulse, as Tails quickly ran ahead of everyone, and looked down by her side.

Super Sonic dipped down, before pulling back, “No…” His hand shook, as his eyes widened in horror.

Shadow removed his hand… looking to Tails, he shook his head and lowered it in respects.

Tails stepped back… before looking to Amy, and then dropping to his knees.

Eggman and Knuckles, holding the newly made Master Emerald, made their way over with Gadget, who’s face scanned the scene, and then frowned while his shoulders bounced in grief.

Sonic slowly drifted down, before moving over to replace Shadow, and touching her face.

His head moved down to her and then back to her face, as if still in denial. “Amy… Amy you gotta hold on.”

Tails turned his head away, not going to say anything against the words.

The team all began to mourn, as Rouge held a hand over her mouth, realizing…

Blaze turned away, her fists shaking, as Silver held a hand over his face and lowered it.

Shadow… turned around….

“Come on, Ames… we won! We won, dang it!” He shouted out, his head fully ducked, as Classic flew down on the opposite side, looking over Amy again, before lowering his ear to her chest.

“Amy… you said… you said you wanted to tell me something…”

Classic looked up, his eyes glossy…

Sonic’s eyes were covered in darkness, but his mouth trembled.

“I… had something to tell you too.”

Eggman lowered one side of the Master Emerald.

“Don’t you even start, Eggman…” Knuckles warned with vicious reality… “Not now.. not ever again.”

“You don’t understand.” Eggman knelt down and then put a hand to the Master Emerald.

“If Chaos can return..”

Shadow shifted himself, “What nonsense are you trying again!?”

“Listen to me! I don’t want her to die as much as you! Summon Chaos!”

“He can only destroy, what good could-”

But Tails, in his tears and anguish, was cut off from scolding Eggman when Chaos did emerged from the Master Emerald, walking out, and heading towards the scene.

In an absolute, regal manner… he made his way over to Amy, and lightly touched Sonic’s shoulder.

Still not speaking, Sonic moved for him, and Classic watched as Chaos knelt down, and slowly began to place his clawed hand to her forehead.

He slowly gestured it down…

A glow of green light started to fly around in little balls..

The balls started to make their way out, and everywhere the bubbles touched, life began, and the city was made new, like ripples in water.

“I.. I don’t understand…” stumbling as he turned around, Silver watched in amazement as the entire war-torn landscape was replaced with a beautiful nature panorama.

“If Chaos can destroy…” Blaze suddenly spoke up, also in awe, as she then gently lowered her eyes to the Sonics and the laying Amy…

“Maybe… he can even destroy destruction itself.”

Eggman sighed in tension, his voice wavering on the breath as he rubbed and squeezed his hands together.

Sonic leaned forward, looking squarely at Amy before closing his eyes and touching his forehead to hers…

The lights continued, as Tikal’s voice suddenly rose the Master Emerald, as it glowed in a beautiful light.

“Even Chaos.. the God of Destruction himself.. can destroy it’s very self and creations… all of them… including death.”

The bubbles suddenly rushed into Amy, all at once, as Chaos stood up, and moved back.

The world was beautiful, fixed, giving new life…

And that’s when Sonic waited the longest he’d ever held still in his life…

Under his forehead… he felt a shift and a rush of a air, as Amy sucked in a fresh breath of life.

Fin~

Roll credits!

Lol nah, I’m playing~

The shift sent everyone’s eyes to Amy, smiles returning, as anxious bodies gathered and started to excitedly move and jitter around her.

She slowly moved her head, before blinking her beautiful, weakened eyes open.

“…Sonic..?”

Classic smiled, before she shifted her gaze to Sonic, still glowing…

Her vision was blurry, as she squinted, and then started to cry.

“You were right.” she admitted, pulling an arm over her eyes as she leaned her head back against the side of the building’s wall.

“I couldn’t save everyone.”

She started to softly cry before Sonic moved her arm.

“No, Amy… I was wrong.”

She blinked, seeming to maybe be aware she had died, but no one was sure…

“We couldn’t have stopped him… not fully… if I didn’t lose you.” His voice cracked in a lost moment of pain, his eyes glossed before he pulled himself down and tightly embraced her.

“I will never let you suffer for my mistakes again… I promise.”

He looked up then, “All of you!” He scanned his friends, as Gadget breathed a heavy breath.

“I won’t let his happen again, not now-” He picked Amy up, holding her close as he seriously spoke with intensity and sincerity in his eyes. 

“Not ever.”

Tails was the first to break out in joy.

Then the rest starting cheering.

Classic sighed in relief, before getting up and floating over to Amy, looking down at her happily and then hugging her forehead before ‘thumbs up’ing Sonic, and then taking off into the small piece of light that was still rifted through the skies.

He waved to his friends, and then happily curled up to spin into it; having it close behind him, once he was fully within.

Sonic looked up, before back down in all the cheering to Amy, and happily held her close to his face, smiling.

She put her cheek up to the side of his face and smiled too, before looking over his shoulder.

He thought that odd and followed the action, looking to her… and then Shadow.

Shadow… was departing.

He looked down at a burnt cube… somehow having survived… and glared.

He crushed it under his foot, before walking on as the ash took it’s place.

Amy and Sonic watched in silence through the cheering, before Amy turned to Sonic, still watching.

“Would you have become like him..?”

He relaxed his eyes, giving it some thought.

“Yes.” he lightly spoke, and turned back to her. “If I really did lose you.. I would have done everything in my power… just like he did…”

She stared into his eyes, seeing no joking or mocking of any kind.

“Sonic..” her voice almost broke through the love emoted in speaking his name, shaking her head but never losing sight of him.

They touched foreheads again, before Eggman cleared his throat, and Sonic’s eyes flashed open, before slowly rolling them to Eggman, glaring so intensely he actually stepped back a moment.

He rubbed his hands together, smiling sheepishly.

“So… hehe, now that the world’s all good again and what not from Chaos’s magical ‘cancellation’ powers,… ehem. Think we could put our differences behind us?” He held out his hand, a truce?

Sonic stared at the hand, then back up to him.

He nervously started sweating, “Eh-heh… Oh, come on, Sonic! You and your little friends saved the universe! Dimensions are praising your name right now and what? You’re too cool to let me admit I’m being man enough to let bygones be bygones? A-Amy.. You tell him. You’re with me right? Forgiven and all that jazz?” The second he motioned his case to Amy, Sonic’s glare intensified and her head ducked down to hide a bit as he suddenly rose up in the air, and dropped kicked him.

Freaking out, Eggman shrieked a moment and ran off, zig-zagging like a idiot before shaking his fist.

“I’ll win next time, Sonic! You’ll see! and this time, the only casualty will be your death! Hehe!… instead of my pri-i-i-ideeee!!!” he whined, racing off.

Sonic huffed through his nose, “And good riddance. We’ll see about that, Egghead!”

Amy giggled, before Sonic turned back with a pleasant smile, closing his eyes for a moment before walking back to the gang.

*As camera is moving away*

“Um…Sonic? Not that I mind or anything but… y-you can let me go now.”

“Not a chance.”

“O-Oh?” Amy, in statement, blushed at how he said it.

“I’m never letting you slip out of my arms again. Sorry, Amy. But you’ll just have to kick back here for a while.”

Amy smiled, lowering her eyelids, completely swooning, but also perhaps, understanding why he was saying this.

“I don’t mind in the slightest… Sonic… My hero~” she lowered her head to his shoulder, as he looked down a moment in fondness before speaking to everyone, some wanting to really check on Amy and make sure she was actually still alive and alright.

The world… was never the same again.

(it’s a concept in some of the ideas for story. I highly doubt it will happen, but I manipulated the idea to one of the many concepts I’ve had for the game :) hope you enjoy! Stole some of Eggman’s actions from Hades too at the end there, lol! From Disney’s Hercules xP)

[sans-mots]

captain america civil war is on netflix, my tummy hurts and it’s my day off so time to watch it for the first time since I saw it in theatres (I hated it that much tbh, still have only seen age of ultron once)

time to see it again

i like how they custom made a fancy red leather star notebook for the winter soldier’s operational codes

two white ladies wearing shades/baseball cap and drinking coffee not ten feet from each other and talking into thin air?? it would have been much more normal to have them be in a conversation, like expat friends meeting up for coffee, then they’d be noticeable but not weird. geez

steve just stole a dudes gas mask that’s hardcore as all hell. aint give a shit rogers

Nat’s stupid fckin flowy hair she would for real just have a pixie cut, or even her short bob from the first avengers if she actually fought like that all the time. wanda’s makes sense because she’s a long range combatant 

ok i get that rumlow’s mad at cap but wouldn’t his real beef be with sam because sam was the one who literally let a building drop on him

sam is literally the only normal acting person with his little drone I love him

i’m really glad that they actually showed human casualities as important and not just being like oops we blew up some random people who don’t matter like in every other action film

ah yes here’s where it turns into another avengers/iron man film and suddenly tony is the main character ( i love u but go back to your own franchise pls)

tony you do realize just because someone goes to mit that doesnt mean you should fund their project (weapons testing is a thing hmmmm)

alfre woodard being in marvel tv+movies a+++

steve looking beautiful and feeling guilty. wanda too. 

uh why is vision dressed like an accountant

rhodey! but also the close up being on him for new york is ambiguous-sad that ppl died or reminded tony almost died?

god zemo. this plot was so fckin convoluted and stupid. 

th fckin sharon carter speech that didnt make any sense to say at a funeral but only served to further plot

nat+steve hugging a+++

sharon and steve are so awkward there is zero chemistry. and what a waste in an overly packed film. like honestly if they had screentested someone who really had chemistry with him it would at least be worth it

sam and steve’s matching baseball caps and aviators. zero percent subtlety

“I don’t do that anymore.” so defeated oh godddddddddddddddd

“it always ends in a fight” fckin hell

bucky using steve’s shield when its still on his arm a++

tchalla’s claws tho. also i wonder if german special forces would be firing on him if they knew he was the king of wakanda lol

TIME FOR THE MOTORCYCLE FLIP

so turned on by the motorcycle flip. just as good as I thought it would be

rhodey “Congratulations, cap, you’re a criminal” 

“dude shows up dressed like a cat you don’t want to know more?” yess sam

IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE THAT NAT IS ON THE ACCORDS SIDE AND SO SMUG ABOUT IT “technically [the shield] is the government’s property” fuck that writing

“my name is bucky” <3

zemo’s plan is still way too fckin intricate

tony you literally need a suit to fight don’t fckin try to go toe to toe with the winter soldier

the looooove helicopter (lens flare, biceps)

whats with them and falling into bodies of water.

lets use 12 mins of a captain america movie to introduce spiderman... ughhhhh 

how did tony already have a suit for peter parker without knowing the specifications of his powers?

CLIIIINNNT thank you. 

the “move or you will be moved” lady yesssss

ughhhh more sharon and the kiss. WHY YOU KISSIN PEGGY’S NIECE RIGHT AFTER SHE DIE YOU NASTY

that car is not low profile, it’s old.

ummm isn’t antman a convicted felon? isn’t he supposed to like not leave the country?

ughhh nat would so be on steve’s side i hate this arbitrary assignment of her to the accords side

“barnes is mine” tchalla that’s steve’s line

“I don’t know if you’ve been in a fight before but there’s not usually this much talking” I love you sam wilson

ew vision on his fckin high horse again.

“Arrow guy” “tic tac”

ew the fcking new york talk murder me 

YOU ARE PLAYING HOPEFUL MUSIC WHEN IRON MAN’S TEAM IS WINNING AGAINST CAP’S IN HIS OWN MOVIE AND SAD WHEN CAP WINS??? LIKE I KNOW IT’S ALL MORALLY AMBIGUOUS BUT JESUS this is supposed to be CAPTAIN AMERICA: civil war (just like, a reminder, the avengers is supposed to be about all the avengers, not jsut tony)

also t’challa’s kind of an asshole to clint like damn if you wanna be friends with nat you gotta be friends with clint 

OOOO I forgot about nat letting them get to the quinjet

also why does peter parker not know star wars??? isn’t he a loser who goes to science high school???

okay and the whole rhodey thing??? vision was literally going to drop sam out of the sky which could have also potentially killed him--rhodey just got hit instead. you can be upset about it but it’s literally not sam’s fault for NOT WANTING TO GET BLOWN OUT OF THE SKY. in fact vision should have been the one apologizing but his amygdala is synthetic so waaha wawhaa

literally the only conversation steve and bucky have is in the quinjet for five seconds and they had 12mins of spiderman backstory??? smh

honestly this movie is such a mess. zemo’s plot, the whole winter soldier(s). this should have been an avengers movie(it basically is with a cap subplot) because literally NO ONE’s motivations are clear which makes it way too hard to empathize with either side. 

i wonder if you calculated all the minutes of different people’s screentime what it would be

smh i can’t believe tony fans think it’s reasonable to get mad about steve fans acting pissy about civil war when steve was basically demoted to second lead in his own film. obvs there are some unreasonable steve/bucky peeps out there but the amount of whining tony fans do is kind of ridiculous when tony has literally such an intricately written emotional arc and steve and bucky both have diddly, as I have said before IN THEIR OWN FILM. (bucky is going to be cap one day might i remind y’all)

eww yes dolores. because all steve/bucky stories must be about bucky being a ladies man. not like he had any other defining character traits, that would be like... decent writing.

ah yes the intricate unfolding of zemo’s storyline ughh spare me. 

lol those are the best security cameras ever for roadside 1991

literally zemo just told you “empires that fall from within never rise again” and you think the best decision is to give into his eeeeeevil plan? be mad, don’t be stupid

like tonys known for being a hothead but all this manpain is so gratuitous.

“he killed my mom” tony your weapons have killed hundreds of thousands of innocents and you weren’t brainwashed when you made them. if you hadn’t had multiple chances to repent, where would you be?

“my father made that shield” yeah for steve. it wasn’t a conditional fckin offer

rhodey is literally the best person. Tony Stank

i still can’t believe the fckin straightjacketed and collared wanda it makes me so mad

good thing the end credits are of shadows and rubble cuz THAT’S WHAT THIS MOVIE IS

oh right I TOTALLY FORGOT bucky’s fate is relegated to a end credits scene ebcaues he’s not goddamn important enough it seems

the white outfit tho

“let them try” thank you tchalla for being the only person who listens to reason and actually has defined principles

i really don’t hate tony he literally dominates every film he’s in so this shoudl have been an avengers or iron man film to write such an intense storyline for him. 

they literally don’t let cap emote at all. like if you look at clips of the film its just blue steel all the way--he never gets a chance to break down and be upset. not like tony does.

tony fans need to imagine if steve came into an im4 film and just became the sole focus of the film, how they would feel that their fave character’s film was usurped. 

anyways---in conclusion i still hate this movie. unlike the first two cap movies I can’t separate my critical aspect from it enough to love or even like the film. alas. 

[warriorqueen1991]

Memoria (pt. Seven )

Characters : Sam X Claire

Warnings : angst of course, violence, blood, a little non con stuff (nothing 2 horrible), fluff, some mutual heavy petting ;)

Notes : so here it is ♡♡ alot goes down in this chapter and im sorry It took me for fucking ever to build up the courage to post it lol

I hope it’s what you’ve all been waiting for :)

Chapter Eight coming soon ;)

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Being helpless wasn’t anything new to Sam.

Since he broke free of his coma, control had been as likely as sailing a ship in a bottle. It was the driving force behind his attitude, and twice failed suicide.

But then she showed up

Claire

With her bright smile and hopeful eyes, demanding he fight. Pleading for him to breed hope inside his withering heart.

To believe that he deserved to be happy.

That who he was, wasn’t who he had to be.

After a day of just walking and having normal conversations with the only friend he truly trusted, Sam knew he wanted to fight.

Not for himself

But for her

Claire never second guessed him, not once. She held fast against his damaged soul and crippling depression with the force of a hurricane. For every self pity speech and hateful outburst she was right there with a hand to hold and an ear to listen.

Sam would fight, for her.

If Claire cared about him, he would find a way to care about himself, just to see her happy.

His life, was hers.

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Sam grit his teeth, snarling as Deanna grabbed his now bare wound. Her nimble fingers having ripped his bandage from his skin with rough precision. His chest heaving as she placed her cold hand on his head pinning it to his pillow.

Shaking her head slowly she fisted his hair, “look at what they did to you” he groaned flinching as she picked at the raw skin, her fingers plucking his black stitches.

Several bolts of pain shot down his wrist, as he blinked away the tears he could feel filling his eyes.

“Now, sweet thang” Deanna’s voice whispered in his ear, taking her hand off his head. Swiftly wrapping his emergency call button around her slender neck as she leaned herself back in the chair by his bed.

“How about I help you finish what you started?”

Sam glared at her, his legs shifting in pain under the pale covers. The blonde continued at his silence, her fingers pulling on his stitches causing him to gasp, jerking against the restraints with a pained grunt.

“You sliced through this gorgeous skin of yours with a plan…they caused you to fail”.

Sam was sucking in heavy breaths through clenched teeth as she pushed herself up next to him “now, let me help you succeed”.

He couldn’t stop the cry of pain that left his lips as she dug her fingernails into his throbbing laceration. Warm blood running down his arm soaking into his white sheets.

He was struggling for air, a single tear running down his face before disappearing into his salt and pepper beard. He swallowed roughly blinking his eyes rapidly as he felt her running her fingers through his hair again.

With a hiss he jerked his head away from her grasp, gritting his teeth. His hair was tossed, several strands sticking to his sweat slicked forehead as he snarled at her, his face twisted in fury and pain.

“Fuck you lady”

Deanna giggled “little late for that offer, sweetie”.

He grimaced, shoving his head back in his pillow with a deep groan as she squeezed his bleeding wrist. With a sickening smile she applied more pressure, roughly hoisting herself up onto the bed to straddle his waist.

With a heavy sigh she ran her bloody fingertips over his cheeks and into his hair, leaving crimson trails across his face.

Sam jerked his body in attempt to throw Deanna from her perch.

Unfortunately his actions only seemed to encourage her. “Easy there, big boy” she purred her hands sliding back down his face, to his chest before resting at his waist. Her fingers edging underneath the hem of his shirt as she leaned forward.

“just relax baby, let it wash over you…like slipping into a warm bath” she cooed hiking his shirt up higher with her wandering hands, running her tongue across his cheek before pressing her lips roughly against his.

Sam growled roughly as he surged forward smashing his head against her nose, her eyes almost popping out of her head in shock as she began sputtering. Her hands cupping her nose with a pained cry. A rough cough dragging itself from her lungs as blood burst from her nostrils.

Her body leaned forward slightly and Sam didn’t waste the opportunity. With a pained grunt he smashed into her again, this time the force of the impact sending her tumbling from his waist and onto the floor.

The call button she had so carelessly wrapped around her throat, was quickly snagged by Sam’s bleeding wrist making her gag.

Blood was everywhere

Sam hunched over grunting as he strained to grab the leather strap of his restraint between his teeth. Deanna was still fighting for her breath at the side of his bed. The mixture of blood causing her to slip back onto the floor, her face turning red as she clawed at her neck.

He almost cried out for joy as the strap finally fell free, his bleeding wrist quickly darting over to work on his right.

Finally managing to slip free of the call light cord, Deanna tossed it to the side as she got to her knees. Her eyes were blown wide, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air.

Snapping his wrist free of the loose leather, Sam quickly rolled off the opposite side of his bed. His sheet falling onto the floor around him.

Deanna got to her feet as he rose up off the floor, the bed the only thing separating the two of them.

Her face twisted in fear as she watched him covered in blood glaring at her, his shoulders rising with each heavy breath.

Without a second thought, she bolted for the door.

Growling he shoved his bed forward clipping her in the shin, her body tumbling back to the floor as he made his way around the bed. Sam winced grabbing her by the back of her neck with a deep growl.

Rolling over on her back Deanna kicked him solidly right in the center of his injured shin. The sudden shot of pain causing him to fall against the nearby wall with a rough noise. The blonde let out a choked laugh at his weakness as she spit blood onto the floor.

Getting to her feet she sneered “you’re nothing…nothing, but a…a corpse, shuffling around with no purpose”. He grimaced leaning heavily against the white wall, his eyes meeting hers before he gave her a sad smile.

Coughing Sam pushed himself off the wall with a pained sigh.

Stumbling slightly he took a few steps forward, forcing her back toward the door.

“That may be true” he rasped closing in on her, Deanna smirked as she placed her bloody hand on his chest, his body caging her in. Her back pressed firmly against the plaster behind her.

Sam’s eyes drifted down to her hand, before raising back to meet hers.

His jaw muscles ticked noticeably as he gently ran his large hand over her cold digits, grasping them with his blood soaked fingers.

“I may be a hollow shell, Deanna” he whispered leaning in next to her ear. “But I want you to remember this, the next time you feel the urge to ever…” he growled “ touch me again”.

Sam snarled jerking his door open before shoving her into the hall, his hand still firmly grasping her hand, halting her departure.

Meeting her bewildered expression for a second he sneered slamming the door shut on her elbow with a satisfying crunch.

Deanna’s screams echoed down the hall as the door swung back open, he released her arm letting her fall back to the floor.

“Next time, you’ll fucking lose it” he panted slamming his door shut as he finally let his body collapse to the floor in a bloody heap.

Her screaming continuing to echo down the hall.

Coughing Sam rolled over onto his stomach, pulling his heavy body toward his bed. With a rough grunt he ripped his pillow case free, wrapping it tightly around his bleeding wrist.

He winced as he pulled his left leg slowly up to his chest, closing his eyes as he leaned his head against his knee.

He could hear his blood pounding in his ears as he silently awaited the inevitable.

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Claire crashed through the double doors her hair tied in a messy bun. She was clad in a red silk button up shirt tucked in a pair of black suit pants. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her eyes wide as she searched for Danny.

The man was sitting in one of the guest chairs against the wall. A small blonde cradling her arm to her chest next to him. Three more orderlies surrounding her, the woman looking like she came in second best in a fight with a grizzly.

That must me Deanna, Claire glared at her, noticing two more orderlies standing off to the side of Sam’s door. Shaking her head she looked at Danny, her voice more than a little angry

“where is he?”

Sam was still leaning against his bed, his wrist slotted firmly between his knee and his chest. The sheet now a deep shade of red. Claire almost burst into tears as she pushed his door open, his condemned expression tearing her heart apart.

“Sam?” He lifted his face to look at her his eyes falling closed with a deep sigh. “She’s saying I attacked her, isn’t she?” Claire nodded moving inside his room to lean against the wall.

“Sam, what happened?”

He huffed out a tense laugh “crazy fucking bitch, has it out for me” he shook his head. “It’s her word against mine, I’m a man, I’m much taller than her, much stronger, she’s attractive…my words not gonna mean much”.

She nodded “yeah…but you’re forgetting a couple things”. He furrowed his brow in confusion, “you already told me Deanna was the one that drove you to hurt yourself, plus Danny knows how unstable she is.”

She gestured to the door “I guess she’s been stuffing her meds in a hole under her bedside drawer for weeks.” Sam let out a short breath “so what’s gonna happen?” she pushed off the wall, walking to him before crouching down, his eyes meeting hers with a pleading gaze.

“She’s on her way to the hospital with a police escort, then she’s on lockdown”. Claire placed her hand gently on his shoulder “there also in talks of getting cameras hooked up to monitor her behavior”.

Sam hung his head “she… she tried to open it back up…I…I fought, like I promised” his voice broke but held its conviction “but…” he rubbed his eyes taking a deep shuddering breath “I can't…” his shoulders shook as he tried to remain strong for her. “I can’t fight myself…and everyone else”

At the sight of him breaking Claire decided, to hell with the stains and moved in beside him. Her arms hugging him tightly as he let the tears flow. “I’m gonna get you out of here Sam” he sniffed pulling away to look at her. Placing her hand gently on his cheek she whispered “if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll get you out of here”.

He nodded resting his head gently in the crook of her neck, wincing as he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. Gently she ran her fingers through his hair before letting out a deep breath urging him to move.

“We gotta get that looked at Sam”. He nodded, pulling away.

“sorry” he rasped gesturing to the blood soaking into her pants.

She shook her head “it’s not important Sam”. Sitting beside him more comfortably she gently took his arm into her grasp, slowly unraveling the saturated cloth.

Gasping she winced “Christ, Sam” shaking her head more to herself than anything. The once healing wound was now oozing blood, the skin raw and stretched against his stitches, several of which had been pulled. Sam was watching her closely his eyes drifting to his damaged skin before clearing his throat.

“How bad is it?”

She grimaced “she sure did a number on you”. Shuddering she met his gaze letting out a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding “lucky for you, I can fix ya up, without taking you to the hospital”. He gave her a short nod, wincing again as she released his arm “that’s good, I guess”.

Claire ran her hand through his hair before getting to her feet “I’ll be right back” gesturing to his wrist she spoke firmly “put pressure back on that till I get back, ok?”

He nodded again grabbing the soaked pillow case off the floor, placing it hesitantly over his wrist. Sam’s eyes were distant, tired, he was in more pain than he was letting on but Claire wasn’t going to push him.

Exiting his room she walked down the hall. Danny was escorting Deanna into the back of an ambulance with two officers. She was pissed, that damn bitch didn’t deserve medical attention.

“Danny” the man spun around as two more orderlies shut the doors. He looked worried “How is he?” Claire shook her head “she tried..god she pull his stitches apart” she ran her hand through her hair closing her eyes, sighing as she opened them again to look at him.

“I’m honestly not sure if that’s all she did, he’s distant and in pain…I just…” he glared at the departing vehicle, his jaw tensing in anger “ well at least Sam gave, as good as he got”.

Claire couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at her lips “she did look like hell, didn’t she?” he laughed folding his arms across his chest, “he snapped her arm, and broke her nose, not to mention she’s got strangulation marks…damn girls lucky to be alive”.

Claire growled “yeah, she is”

He gave her shoulder a solid pat in understanding “what did you need?”

“Oh, sorry…I need the med kit” he looked at her in confusion “does he need to go to the hospital?” she shook her head “no, his stitches just need reapplied in some areas. I can handle it”. His eyes downcast “he wouldn’t let any of us in there to check on him ya know?, he just kept asking for you”

It was her turn to look confused, “wouldn’t let you?” shoving his hands in his pockets Danny sighed “he told me he wanted to kill her, I know he wouldn’t hurt me or anyone without provocation but…I felt it best not to push him, I think he was in shock”. Claire had her hand over her mouth nodding as she let it slide back to her side “ok” she hissed “Goddamnit”.

Danny nodded as he went behind the reception desk, pulling out the same white canvas bag she had used on Sam’s head wound. “Anyone who’s been through what he has, would be in shock Claire, just be there for him”. Grabbing the bag she gave Danny a soft smile “I will, thank you” turning around she stopped as she felt his hand touch the bend of her arm. “He may not want to admit it, but he’s a fighter, and one tough son of a bitch” he smiled softly “he’ll be ok” Claire sighed “I hope so” she turned away from him jogging briskly back down the hall.

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Sam rocked back and forth on the floor, his head was throbbing and he felt nauseous. So much had happened, his body never had the time to decompress. He groaned leaning back against his bed, he tossed the drenched pillow case aside before reaching behind him to grab the other.

Claire shoved his door open as Sam was slowly wrapping his remaining pillow case around his wrist. She smiled at him before returning to her seat next to him. The two of them remaining silent as she took the half wrapped cloth off his wrist, pulling several items from the bag at her side.

Sam glanced at the bag then at her working fingers, his eyes drifting shut.

“Are you gonna be ok?”

He cracked his eyes back open “yeah” his voice was rough, cracking slightly. Claire rolled her lips as she nodded, trying to hold back her tears “I’m so sorry, Sam” she couldn’t help the choked sob that escaped as she stopped working on him to cover her eyes with her hand.

He always said he was ok

Sam’s eyes were glassy as he whispered “it’s not your fault, Claire” she slid her hand from her face, her eyes red and puffy. He watched her take a couple deep breaths trying to calm herself, furrowing his brow when she gave a short laugh.

She ran her hand over her mouth before shaking her head. He gave a faint smile, his eyes searching her face “what is it?” she looked at him wrinkling her nose in amusement “you just said my name”.

He smiled, his dimples peeking through his scruff “I’ve said it before”, she shook her head “yeah but last time, I think you were a little delirious”

they both laughed.

Claire rubbed his arm lovingly before continuing her work “why did you do it…you know, say my name last time, when…” she cleared her throat. He shrugged slightly “I think I figured I’d never see you again” she paused meeting his eyes before continuing.

Sam grimaced as she finished up, rubbing a generous amount of cold cream over the sutures.

Unrolling the gauze around his injury, Claire placed two pieces of medical tape over the end to keep it closed. Rubbing her hands gently up his freshly wrapped wrist she smiled when he leaned his head against hers.

“thank you”

His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. Without thinking she brought both her hands up to run through his hair.

Letting out a tight breath he hummed deep in his chest, his nose rubbing hers slightly as she turned her head slightly. Bringing up his injured arm Sam gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Red flags were popping up like crazy in Claire’s head.

He was her patient.

He was just attacked.

He was probably in shock.

What the hell was she doing?

She wrapped her fingers gently around his wrist, taking a deep breath as she leaned into his forearm, kissing his bandage. Sam made a rough noise in his throat at the contact.

Thinking she hurt him Claire began pulling away.

Sam kept his eyes closed his breathing beginning to increase. He panicked, he didn’t want this moment to end. Wanting to ensure she knew he was enjoying this Sam moved forward pressing his forehead firmly against hers, his breathing heavy. His long fingers raking through her inky black strands.

His heart was hammering in his chest, his stomach tensing as they simply shared each other’s breath.

He couldn’t help but press himself further into her embrace, his hands running down to gently caress her neck practically begging for her attention.

She took a deep breath cradling his face, shifting herself on her knees as their lips grazed against one another. His wiry beard giving her smooth hands a pleasurable scratch as she inhaled sharply.

“Sam” she breathed out, her lips finally moving in over his causing him to jerk with a surprised gasp, a deep groan vibrating up from within his chest as his lips finally relaxed, melting against hers.

Opening her mouth against his she breathed deeply, his tongue taking the moment to gently caress the roof of her mouth. She keened scratching her nails gently against the scruff of his cheek encouraging his movements.

Grunting he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, breathing in deeply through his nose. Her fingers were spread wide against his face, slowly making their way down his neck and chest, before fisting his shirt at his taught stomach.

Sam was so lost in bliss he hadn’t noticed her hands had drifted further down his abdomen. Emitting a loud grown when she pressed her mouth against his neck, his large hand gripping her hair as she mouthed his flesh. His body trembling in pleasure as he dropped his head back against the side of his bed, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.

Claire leaned over him caressing the side of his neck with her free hand while the other dipped below his waistband. He grunted, bending his left leg slightly as his free hand fisting her shirt at her hip “Claire?…” his rough voice pulling her out of her lustful haze.

Gasping she quickly jerked her hand from within his pants her eyes wide. She looked completely shocked at her actions “oh my god” she placed her hands over her mouth “I’m so sorry”. Sam eyed her in curiosity as she placed her hand on his stomach to give her leverage to move away from him.

He smiled, his dimples digging deep onto his cheeks “it’s ok”, she was shaking her head running her hand through her hair freaking out. Sam grabbed her hand with a deep chuckle “Claire, it’s ok” she looked at him furrowing her brow in confusion “I…uh, I just…” he smiled pulling her close to rub his cheek gently against hers, his eyes closing as she automatically began caressing his hair. Letting her eyes fall shut as well she sighed at the feeling of his scruff against her neck “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, Sam”.

He breathed out a light laugh running his face excruciatingly slow against hers so that there noses were now touching, he opened his eyes as hers followed suite.

“Do I look uncomfortable?”

Claire stared into his hazel eyes, he brought her hand to his cheek letting his face fall into its embrace, kissing her palm before looking at her again he chuckled glancing down at his lap. She followed his eyes as he slowly began nipping at her fingers.

“Oh my god…” she giggled shaking her head before wrapping her arms around his neck pressing back into his embrace, scraping her teeth teasingly against his earlobe. He laughed letting a deep sigh escape his lips as he caressed her shoulders. She moved her mouth up the side of his face pressing small kisses over the small scar running vertical to his right eye.

Sam smirked pressing into her ministrations, his big hands running back down around her hips. “we should probably stop…” he rasped nuzzling her neck with a smile.

The sound of Sam’s door opening caused them to finally pull apart, Claire grabbing the med kit firmly with her right hand before getting to her feet. Danny smiled as he stepped inside, “you ok Sam, the doc here fix you all up?” Sam cleared his throat “uh…” he gripped his earlobe gently before scratching his scuff “ya, all better”.

Claire was fighting the blush that was threatening to overtake her, opting to distract herself she quickly turned to Sam offering him her hand.

He smirked grabbing it as she pulled him to his feet.

A sharp pain suddenly shot up through his leg making him cry out in pain. Claire grabbed his arm to keep him from falling back to the floor as Danny moved in closer in case she needed his help.

Sam was wincing with each breath as he dropped down onto his bed roughly. Claire moved in next to him helping him sit up “Sam are you ok?” he closed his eyes nodding. Danny sighed rubbing the back of his neck “you sure?”. He nodded again rubbing his leg, Danny ran his hand down his face.

“Claire can I talk to you for a moment?” she watched as Sam continued to rub his shin, a pained look on his face. She shook her head, she didn’t want to leave him again, “I…” Sam jerked his head to look up at her “I’ll be ok doc, go ahead…it’s just pain” he looked back down to his leg before mumbling “I can handle it” she frowned but nodded gently.

Danny led her back out into the hall before facing her, he snapped his mouth closed as she cut him off before he had a chance to speak. “Danny, I gotta get him outta here” he smiled “funny you should say that” her brow creased “what do you mean?”

“Well this may seem a little unorthodox but we were wondering if you’d be interested in watching over Sam, full time”. She looked even more confused “full time?…I don’t understand” he rubbed the back of his neck “look Claire… I’ve known Sam since his coma days, he’s never been this open to anyone. You’ve accomplished more with him the last few days than we have in six months, now you’ll have to sign some paperwork and one of us will need to make weekly stops to make sure everything is going smoothly but…”.

She shook her head in confusion “What exactly are you asking me Danny?” he smiled “would you be willing to help Sam from home, let him live with you for awhile?…maybe it will help him more if he’s exposed to the outside world, with you”.

She nodded slowly letting the information sink in, her brow tensing “it’s a little odd don’t you think?” he shrugged “I just don’t want him getting hurt again, I know you don’t either…Deanna is gonna be coming back here…and I…” he sighed “I personally don’t want to take the risk. I figure he’s safer with you”.

She nodded “I understand”, he smiled “thank you, Claire” she returned his smile “How soon can I get my place ready for him, I know a lot of precautions will need to be made?”

He suddenly began to move down the hall beckoning her to follow “whenever it’s convenient for you, this process will go a lot smoother since you’re in the medical field”.

Claire took a deep breath.

Was this seriously happening?

Everything was happening so fast.

What would Sam think?

What if she made him uncomfortable?

Suddenly his smile flashed behind her eyes, his laugh, the feeling of his hands on her, the taste of him, his warm embrace.

Do I look uncomfortable?

She gave Danny a bright smile

“How about tomorrow?”

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