#these stupid scientists have taken over my entire life

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i’m actually having a jayvik themed birthday party tonight and you’re all invited

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Miscalculation

AN: I don't write nearly enough for Felix. Luckily, that SKZCode lab episode planted this idea in my head, and it's taken a viciously hold on me. Also, just to be super clear, despite Reader being a year old experiment, she's very much an adult. She came into the world that way. Also also, I edited this while sleepy so, hopefully it's coherent lol.

Synopsis: Your first heat hits you unexpectedly and violently one day. Thankfully, your favourite person pays you a visit in an attempt to comfort you through it. However, you both severely underestimate just how much your heat affects you. Especially around him.

General tags and warnings: Lee Felix x Fem! Reader, Scientist! Felix, Cat hybrid! Reader, lots of unethical research, Reader is an experiment, Felix tries his best to humanise Reader, doesn't really apply here but, since Reader is an experiment and Felix is a scientist there is the potential for a power imbalance, Reader is in heat, Reader is manipulative and maybe in love with Felix and not much plot.

Smut tags and warnings: heavy dubcon, mentions of masturbation and exploration of sexuality, virgin! Reader, kind of sort of fingering (f. receiving), humping/grinding, over the clothes touching, scent kink of sorts, clothes being ripped, nipple play (m. receiving), Reader takes charge a lot throughout this, little to no foreplay for Reader and a very unrealistic first time, piv sex without a condom, marking and clawing (m. receiving), biting (m. receiving), one mention of blood, possessiveness from Reader, dirty talk, praise and creampie.

Word count: 3.8k.

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Everything burns. 

Your blankets are a crumpled mess on your floor because you're certain you'll shred them into pieces with your claws if they so much as touch your overheated body right now. The persistent buzz of the air conditioner brings you no comfort. Sweat dots your forehead and you'd take off the oversized shirt that clings to your body within an instant if Doctor Bang, red faced and avoiding your frustrated gaze, hadn't insisted on some sense of propriety. Aren't these men supposed to be doctors? Trained medical professionals? Have they never seen a naked body before? He's lucky that he's the only one out of the three older men that you can somewhat stomach because if Doctor Lee or Doctor Seo had suggested you cover yourself, you would have hissed and clawed at them. 

A frustrated noise builds from the back of your throat when you can feel your sheets starting to grow damp underneath you. You've already had to change them five times in the past two days and, you feel like you're losing your mind. Actually, you just might be. Worse than the burning that emanates through your entire body and the non-stop sweat that clings to your skin no matter how many ice-cold showers you take, is the perpetual ache between your thighs. You're not stupid. This lab may be all that you've known for the entire year of your life but, you have basic instincts and common sense. Coupled with all of the sessions you're forced to sit through with Doctor Bang in an attempt to understand you and aid you in understanding yourself, you're more than aware you're aroused right now. Or ‘wet’ as Doctor Lee and Doctor Seo put it, much to the dismay of the older of the three. 

You just don't understand why. 

In the rare moments that you've wondered about your sexuality and sex in these sterile walls, it's rarely gone beyond a few curious pokes and prods at yourself. It's mostly been a neutral experience and you didn't derive much pleasure out of it. You're sure your limited knowledge and experience on the matter has hindered your ability to enjoy masturbation much but, it's not as though the four men will just give you the material or knowledge to help pleasure yourself. You're not even sure you care all that much.

Except for when you do. Thinking back to quiet nights where the silence and loneliness of the lab was too much for your mind to handle and masturbation crossed it as a hope for distraction. A brief escape from the life you've been forced to endure. So, you tried it. Flashes of a kind smile and blonde hair making your stomach twist in a way that wasn't unpleasant, just unfamiliar. Full lips and memories of a deep voice causing arousal to trickle onto your inexperienced fingers. You'd even managed to make yourself orgasm once. It was one of the few sincerely pleasant moments you've had. 

The rest centred around him too. 

“–she's deep in heat right now, Lix.” You recognise the voice as that of Doctor Bang. Your ears twitch atop your head in interest at the conversation he's having with the only doctor you've grown fond of. You're always grateful for your hearing abilities in moments like these. 

“We can't just keep her in the dark,” Felix argues and your heart hammers loudly in your chest. Electricity zipping through you just at the sound of his voice and the knowledge that he's just beyond your bedroom door. The throbbing between your thighs worsens. 

“I know,” Doctor Bang sighs, “but, we won't be getting a shipment of suppressants until three days from now. We're just going to have to wait it out.” 

“We?” Comes Felix's incredulous reply, “We're not the ones suffering right now. I went to visit her last night Chris,” your eyes widen at the confession, “She was burning up and covered in sweat and, she's only had to deal with two days of it. You know it's not fair to her.” 

“What do you want us to do, Felix?” The older man argues, his voice heavy with frustration. 

“Treat her like a fucking person,” the younger man argues just as frustrated, “Tell her what's going on. We know she's incredibly smart. Maybe she has some biological way to make herself feel better that we haven't thought about or explored.” 

Silence stretches between the two for a few, long moments. 

“I don't think that's a good idea,” comes Doctor Bang's resigned reply, “Look Lix, I know that you care about her and the two of you have always been close. Too close for what could be considered appropriate,” you snort at that. Now he cares about ethics and what's appropriate? How funny. “But, Minho, Changbin and I care about her too. She's not just some experiment to us,” you find that hard to believe, “We just know when it's appropriate to step back and keep our distance. This is one of those times. We're going to try and help her through it as best as we can but, we're going to wait for the suppressants then feed them to her. That's it. End of discussion.” The sounds of footsteps echoing through the hallway are all that accompany his words. 

Well, at least you finally know what's wrong with you. You're in heat. Something they've apparently known you're capable of experiencing and have been suppressing since you gained consciousness. The fact that they're so blasé about letting you suffer in your room and wait days until you're able to find any kind of reprieve boils your blood in a way that has nothing to do with your biology. Yeah, so much for caring about you. You haven't even seen Doctor Seo and Doctor Lee since your symptoms first started. You don't even notice your claws prodding in your anger. You should have attempted to escape on those rare trips Felix had taken you outside of the lab. Consequences be damned. At least you'd have a shot at a normal life. You should have never let his warm eyes and compassion keep you coming back to this hellhole. 

Your furious, internal tirade is interrupted by your door sliding open. You don't have to turn around to know that it's Felix. His scent always betrays him before anything else. The familiar mix of bamboo and vanilla hit your senses. However, unlike the other times you'd bask in his scent, now it worsens the thundering of your heart and you notice the slick between your thighs increasing. 

“Hey,” he says gently, shutting the door behind him. All you can think to do is stare at your wall wide eyed as his scent grows closer with every step he takes towards your bed. Saliva begins to pool in your mouth just at the smell of him and the soft timber of his voice adds to the pit forming in your stomach. Your hands desperately grabbing at your arms in an attempt to calm you down. It's just Felix.  

“I just wanted to check up on you,” he adds when his greeting is met with silence. You have to fight extremely hard to not let your tail move wildly and to keep your claws retracted when he sits down on the edge of your bed. Fuck. He's so close now and his scent is overwhelming. The smell that used to bring you comfort now puts you on edge. A feeling that you've only felt sparks of now sets your entire body alight and the ache between your thighs starts to become unbearable. He needs to leave before your heat causes you to do something very, very stupid. 

“I know you've been struggling a lot lately,” the apologetic tone to his voice melts your heart and your impulses yell at you to crawl into his lap and nuzzle at him until he no longer sounds upset, “I'm sorry. We should have told you this when it started but, you're in heat. That's what's causing you to feel this way,” he explains, as though you hadn't overheard (more like intentionally listened in on) his conversation with Doctor Bang. 

“I know you're probably mad at us, at me,” you want to tell him no, you could never be mad at him but, you're afraid that if you speak now, you'll say something you can't take back, “I'm truly sorry. The suppressants will be here in a few days. Till then though, I'm here for you,” he says softly, laying a hand gently on your arm in what you assume is an act of comfort but, it has the complete opposite effect. 

Your blood turns molten in your veins and the fog that's been on the edges of your mind swallows it whole. All you can think about is getting your hands on him. Touching him. Feeling him. Mating with him. You've never felt more animal than human. 

One of the major perks of being a cat hybrid, you've come to learn, is your quick movements. Before Felix can process it, you're sitting up and pressed to his side within an instant. The confusion and concern on his handsome face is so endearing. He's so cute. You just want to devour him. 

“Felix,” your voice sounds near unrecognisable to even your own ears, “I want you to help me with my heat,” you practically purr into his shoulder. Grasping his arm and delighting in the pretty flush that spreads across his face. The ache of your canines extending doesn't bother you in the slightest. Your mind focused on nothing else but, the man that's been your lifeline for the past year. 

“I–I um I ca–can't do that,” he explains, his voice sounding strained. His attempt to pull his arm away proves to be futile. Not that he was trying particularly hard anyway. “But, Lix,” you whine, pushing your body closer to his, your breasts pressing against his arm, “Didn't you say you'd help me?” 

The way he attempts to stammer out a reply just makes him so much cuter to you. Nothing but, instinct driving you to press yourself even closer to him. Delighting in the shudder you feel run through his body when your breath hits his exposed neck. “Don't you want to help me, Felix?” You ask with a desperate edge to your hoarse voice, one of your hands travelling down the span of his lab coat until you reach his soft hand. Moving it until it's between your slick covered, inner thighs, “It hurts, Lix.” 

Felix, for his part, looks absolutely shell-shocked. Warm, panicked brown eyes staring at you unblinkingly but, he doesn't move his hand. Not even when your own is no longer holding it. Your body moves on its own. Hips chasing the brush that his fingers offer. Your lashes fluttering at the pleasure courses through you. You feel so sensitive, even his barely there touch is enough to cause you to gush further onto his fingers. 

And Felix watches it all. Watches the way you clumsily try to hump his fingers. Watches the minute expressions of relief and desire and frustration that all cross your beautiful face. Watches the way your canines sink into your bottom lip. Feels the way your sharp claws dig into his lap coat. He doesn't miss a thing. 

Impulse and maybe a fraction of ration desire push you to tug on his button up shirt and kiss him. You're moving completely on what feels natural and what you've seen a couple of movies he's watched with you. It takes him a second to kiss you back. Tentatively following the movements of your lips and guiding you in more comfortable and enjoyable directions. You swallow his stuttered groan greedily when your tongue invades his mouth. Searching for more of him to explore. To taste. To burn into your memory. 

As nice as it feels to kiss him like you've thought about far too many times in the silence of your room and, use his fingers and hand to help satiate the persistent ache that sits in the pit of your stomach, it still all isn't enough. Not even close. This time, you moan into his mouth when one of your hands snakes its way down the front of his body until it comes to rest on his lap. A particularly painful throb coming from the apex of your thighs when you feel how hard he is beneath your touch. 

“So you do want this just as much as I do,” you sigh dreamily against his lips, sparks of desire shooting through your entire body with every palm of your hand over his clothed cock. All of his adorable, little noises making your walls clench. You don't think you've ever felt pain like this in your entire, short life. Saliva pools in your mouth as his scent wafts to you. Much heavier and headier than earlier. Beneath the anxiety and fear, the arousal makes its presence known clear as day. 

“W–Wait, I–” Whatever he was going to say is cut short by you shoving him onto your bed. His wide eyes, pupils blown out and completely swallowing his irises, meeting your lidded ones as he watches you straddle his slender hips. You've always thought he was a good-looking man but, he looks even better like this, underneath you. 

Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head when you press down on him. Your drenched folds coming in contact with the evident bulge in his dress pants. Resting your palms on his stomach, you start to move. Chasing the friction against your clit desperately. Not caring all about the mess you're making of his pants. Your eyes focused on watching the way he tries very, very hard not to lose himself in the way you grind against him. His hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he lays there and let's you use him. 

Fuck. What a cutie. 

His eyes shoot to your face when you use your claws to rip his blue button up open. While the colour looks absolutely lovely on him, you much prefer the sight of his bare chest. Your tongue running over your teeth at all the skin that you now have access to. 

“He–Hey, I think we should calm d–down a bit and–” Felix tries to interject, the drop in octave of his voice doesn't go unnoticed by you. You disregard his words easily. Leaning down to shut him up with your mouth while your hands busy themselves with exploring his chest. Your canines nipping his bottom lip when he gasps into you while you trace his nipples with your claws. Sensitive too. Perfect. 

“Why stop when I can feel how hard you are for me, Lixie?” You whisper against his full lips, fingers tracing random patterns into his nipples. His hips jutting up to meet your drenched core every time you touch him a little too harshly or drag yourself along his entire length. 

“Don't you want to just give in?” You ask, meeting his blown out eyes as your hands move their way along his lithe body until they reach his belt buckle. 

“I–I–” he stutters out when you sit back up so you can gain a better view of his frustrating belt. He must see you preparing to rip his pants off too because he stops you immediately, “I–It's okay, I got um it,” he quickly responds. You shift down him a little to provide him with space to unbuckle his belt. Fortunately, he doesn't take too long. You're sure your impatience is rolling off of you in waves. 

Much to your surprise given how bashful he's been, he tugs his pants and boxers down in one go. His hard, pre-cum covered cock slapping against his stomach in his rush, his eyes pointedly looking at everywhere but, you. 

It's one thing to feel him, it's a whole different matter entirely to have his cock right there, ready for the taking. And take, you do. It's adorable how red his face is and the way he sneaks glances at you shyly when you shift back up his body until your dripping pussy is hovering over his twitching cock. Your shirt sticks to your damp body uncomfortably and, the reminder that you're still wearing it is an unwelcome one. So, you simply tug it off. Exposing yourself freely and readily to his shy eyes. 

Not that he's all that shy when you're bare for him to fully drink in. Bruised lips parting as he watches you grasp his cock with an impatient hand and align it with your dripping hole. He doesn't stop you when you begin to sink down onto him. Strained whimpers falling from his pretty mouth with every inch you eagerly swallow. The stretch only stings a little. The sensation of his scorching cock dragging along your walls more than makes up for it. It's your turn to moan once he's fully sheathed inside of you. Your clumsy attempts with your fingers don't hold a candle to this. 

The way Felix chokes on your name when you start to move will forever be etched into your memory. The pleasure clear as day on his face spurs you along with the desire to feel him inside of you for as long as you can. To make love with him in this awful place that only he gave any semblance of meaning to. To mate with him. 

You lose yourself in the way his cock feels easily. Fluttering lashes threatening to shut every time he hits a spot inside of you that makes your pace falter and your claws dig into his soft stomach. The faint, pink lines that decorate his skin cause you to preen. They look gorgeous on his skin. They look like they belong there. Like they were meant to be there. Based on the way his hooded eyes switch from watching the expressions your face morphs into, the way your breasts bounce with every movement on his cock and the way you swallow as much of him as you can, you don't think he minds or cares all that much. 

Your skin grows impossibly hotter when his hands touch you. He's careful. Watching for any discomfort but, there's none to be found. If anything, you revel in the gentle hold his hands take of your hips. Not controlling your movements but just enjoying touching you while you bounce on his cock. 

You might actually love him. 

The thought prompts you to lean down and smash your lips to his once more. The metallic tang of blood lets you know that you nipped him too hard but he doesn't care all that much. Letting you take everything you need from him right now while he lets you. You can feel the way he throbs inside of you. He tries to stop himself but, you notice the way his hips sometimes jerk up to meet you, to move with you. And the knowledge that, on some level, he wants you just as much as you want him sends you into overdrive. 

His sharp inhale echoes through your room when you sink your canines into his neck. The punctures aren't deep but, they're more than enough to satisfy you. You're not sure why or how you knew to do that but, instinct has been your driving force all night and you're going to continue to trust it. 

“We're mated now,” you sigh, thumbing his flushed cheek. 

He just looks up at you for a moment, attempting to digest your words before responding, “Mate–Mated?” 

“Mmm,” you hum in confirmation, purring when you notice the way his twitches like crazy inside of you, “You're my mate now, and I'm yours,” you explain breathlessly. A tension you're barely familiar with building in the pit of your gut that you chase. 

“But we fuck can't–” his sentence is cut off by the drawn out moans from the depths of his chest, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when you pick up your pace. He looks so attractive like this. A bruise already forming on his neck and his chest littered with faint marks from your claws. He's gorgeous. 

“I'm ah cl–close,” he gasps out, his glazed eyes meeting yours and his hands desperately gripping your hips, “You need to shit st–stop,” he manages to stutter out. You think it's amusing that he thinks you're going to stop now. Especially when you're just about to get what you want. Leaning down to his ear, you whisper, “Why, Lixie? You look so cute like this. Why would I ever want to stop?” You smile when you hear the way he whimpers and his cock pulses harder inside of you, “Don't you want to cum inside me?” His hold on you grows tighter, “I want you to. I want you to cum inside me until it's spilling out of me,” you emphasise your point by intentionally clenching around him, “For days.” 

That's all it takes for him to break. His cock throbbing as he shoots his cum into the deepest part of you. A mix of his whimpers and strangled moans of your name tickle your ears as his cum fills your eagerly awaiting pussy. Your tail swishes in glee and your ears twitch in happiness. Your own orgasm creeping up on you when you feel the last of his cum spill into you. Truly, the late nights alone in your bed could never compare to this. To him. Your first orgasm could never hold a candle to this. Your entire body is riddled with quivers and shakes, your wetness gushing onto Felix's softening cock. Your thighs are sticky with cum and you're drenched in sweat but, you've never been more at peace. 

For some time, your shared laboured breathing is the only sound in your room. Fondness bubbles up inside of you when you glance at his flushed, sweaty face. His golden hair sticking to his forehead while he takes some time to come back to himself. Your fingers move before you can even think about it. The fog retreating slightly while you play with his hair and enjoy the simple pleasure of watching him while your combined releases trickle out of you. Much to your displeasure.  

You smile at him when he finally blinks his eyes open to meet yours. Your fingers ghosting over his mate mark as something primal and affectionate simmers in the pit of your stomach. He really is yours now. Your tail wraps around his leg without you even noticing. 

The smile he gives you is small but, it's still one of his smiles and the way your heart hammers in your chest lets you know he really was meant to be your mate. 

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Deep In The Woods, Something Lingers In The Trees

Chapter Four - A Troop Of Two

Word Count - 2230

Chapter Three - Like Tarzan And Jane Do

Chapter Five - Scientists Always Spoil The Fun

My eyes fluttered open slowly. It was quiet, peaceful. Outside, birds called cheerfully to one another.

Beyond that, the ever present dull of the city beyond. I could hear distant voices, followed by a child’s laugh. The neighbours, no doubt. Kids playing on the street.

I yawned, stretching as I rolled over and prepared to go back to sleep when my eyes flicked open one more time and an almost human, hairy face greeted me.

I shrieked, moving backwards, which then led to me falling out of a bed much smaller than my own and landing harshly on the ground.

Caesar jumped up onto his bed after me, looking over the edge.

Right, I hadn’t gone home.

One minute Caesar was showing me how one of his games worked, our sign language lesson had taken a break, and then I woke up curled up in his bed.

Damn, I fell asleep, in a stranger’s home, with a fucking chimpanzee. I was shit sacred of him six hours ago and now I’m crashing in his bed?

Caesar called down to me, looking uneasy.

“I’m fine.” I reassured, beginning to untangle myself from the blanket I’d taken with me on my way down.

Caesar then began to laugh, more like huffs than the actual sound but the gesture was the same.

 “It’s not funny.” I glared up at him.

The attic steps creaked as someone made their way up and Will, Ceasar’s dad (I had learnt the sign for father), popped his head up. “Everything alright?” he called.

“Fine.” I answered, standing. “Fell asleep and woke up to a very unexpected face, is all.”

Will smiled in understanding, nodding. “Yeah, you looked dead on your feet. Surprised you managed to stay awake that long.”

I sat up, stretching as I did. Damn, I needed this.

“Well, you slept through lunch, and most of the afternoon.” Will continued. “We’ll be having dinner in about an hour. You are welcome, if you’d like.”

I glanced over at the clock on Caesar’s bedside. 4.30pm. My parents would be home in about an hour. There was probably a pile of dishes in the kitchen and a full laundry room to get back to. Nevermind all the school work that was probably sent through. If I wanted to make the walk on Sunday….

Wait, Caesar was at the forest on Sunday last week. Would he be there again this week?

“I should probably head home.” I decided, standing and putting Caesar’s blanket back on his bed.

I looked over to Caesar, at his sad expression, complete with a pouty lip and all.

“I’m sorry, but I need to go be a boring human.”

Caesar nodded, still sad but understanding and leapt off his bed and retrieved my jacket I had hung over his desk chair.

We headed for the front door, Charles, Will’s father, meeting us at the door to see me off.

“Don’t be a stranger now.” He placed a hand on my shoulder as I passed.

I nodded in reply.

Caesar made a barking grunt, tugging on Will’s pants and then signing in a hurry.

“He’s asking if you’ll come back.” Will filled in, looking over me to as if he too wanted the answer.

Did I want to come back? I mean, today was the most fun I had in probably my entire life. Caesar just got me, enough though he wasn’t human. We got each other. Both looking out at a world we couldn’t join, both young and eager to experience life.

Caesar was teaching me to understand him, and Youtube videos would fill in where he could not.

But it was more than that, we understood one another’s souls. He was not human, not on the outside, but on the inside there was something in him that made him better than most I knew. Made him more. He was funny, and fun to be around, and insanely smart and kind. He was gentle, and a bit stupid that only a adolescent boy could achieve, and he was a good friend.

Maybe we could take this slow, arrange to meet at the forest another time. Or, we could see one another everyday. I mean, it’s not as it if mattered, he was right across the street. I could visit him every day if I wanted. And go with them to the forest every time they did.

I would see Caesar again, that I knew. How soon, and how often, I had a feeling it was going to be impossible to keep us apart.

Huh, this having a neighbor as a friend thing wasn’t so bad.

“Well, I still have a lot more sign to learn.”

Caesar moved quickly, and before I had a chance to react, he was standing and his arms wrapped around me.

I froze, unable to understand what was happening for a good few moments.

He was hugging me. A proper, arms around the neck, chin resting on my shoulder, hug. His fur rubbed against my exposed skin, tickling it. He was warm, and like this I could feel how much muscle the fur actually hid.

But there was no fear, no uncertainty, no alarm. It felt good, and safe. It felt… like there was actual care behind the hug.

Slowly, I raised my arms and wrapped them around him in turn, securing them behind his middle. I took a deep breath in, and when I released my entire frame relaxed, a weight lifted off my chest.

I had a friend, a safe space to go to, a person who would listen to my troubles. I had a person. I had a friend.

Dashing across the street, I raced into my house and up to my room. Yanking the curtains open for the first time in three days, I looked out across the street and waved at the ape. He waved back.

“Alina in window.” Caesar signed.

“Yes.” I signed back. “Alina in window.”

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My heart pounded in my chest, my lungs burning as I fought to get enough oxygen to keep going. My legs burned as I pushed toward.

Behind me, the trees were near silent, which was strange considering what was happening.

I could hear him through, his grunts and pants, his growls.

I pushed myself to go further, faster. I was almost there. I didn’t dare turn to look back, wouldn’t turn to see him getting closer. Wouldn’t see his fangs bared, the sick triumph in his eyes as he closed in on me.

I sailed over a fallen tree, scaling a boulder and leaping from it, hitting the ground running.

Yes, the cabin was in sight. Almost there, almost safe.

Above me, he released a scream that froze the blood in my veins, stirring me on as adrenaline gave me one final push.

Almost, almost, allllmost…

Caesar leapt from the tree above, landing before me with a heavy thud.

I skidded to a halt, narrowly avoiding crashing into him as I slipped on the smooth pine needles.

He held his arms out, reaching towards me, mouth open and canines on display. I looked at him, scanning for any sign he was going to move. Slowly, taunting me, he began to reach out his hand, knowing there was nothing I could do.

“Caesar, please.” I tried to reason, holding my hands out in surrender.

He seemed to consider my words for just a second, before his arm shot out the rest of the way and knocked against the run-down ranger’s cabin.

I groaned, collapsing onto the forest floor. I tasted blood with every hagged breath, my lungs shuddering as they attempted to expand fully.

“No fair.” I whined.

Caeser grunted and I looked over at him. ‘You almost got it! You are getting better.’

I huffed at the comment. Mock flattery.

Caeser had so much fun making sure I always thought I was so close to winning, and then swooping in last second to crush my victory.

‘You cheat.’ I signed back, knowing that would get a rise out of him.

As always, he rushed forward and all but collapsed onto me. I grunted at the sudden assault of his weight, which then turned into a shriek as he began to tickle me.

God I regretted the day I had taught him how to tickle, and more importantly that I was ticklish.

His calloused fingers slipped beneath my shirt, running up and down my skin on my sides.

“Caesar!” I wailed, squirming around in his hold as laughter erupted from me uncontrollably. “Sttttoooooppp!” I tried to say, unable to form words as peals of happiness took my breath. “I’m sorry!” I screamed, still trashing around to try get away from him.

Caesar finally conceded, pulling away and throwing himself down to lie beside me.

I gasped, now fighting even harder to try catch my breath.

Caesar took my hand in his own, squeezing it gently as I forced air in through my nose and then out my mouth. Deep, smooth breaths. When I had gained control, I looked over at Caesar and he back at me, him smiling softly.

The forest always made his eyes look so much brighter, more full of life. The green popped more vivid and the gold shown like a jewel in the sun.

I raised a hand, resting it against the side of his head and stroking my thumb across his forehead, then frowned when my fingers felt pine needles and soil in his fur. “Caes, you got dirty.”

I sat up, gesturing for him to do the same. He did so, turning his back to me.

If someone had told me 2 months ago I’d be sitting in the forest grooming a chimpanzee, I would have laughed at them, and then start crying because I couldn’t imagine a worse hell. Now, as my fingers slipped between the layers of his fur, gently pulling out leaves and twigs, I found myself relaxing.

It was relaxing, a repetitive and soothing action as I smoothed out his fur.

Around us, birds called and the forest kept on growing, content with us.

When I had finished cleaning Caesar, he turned and began shifting through my hair. His fingers were so gentle through my uncontrollable curls, the ape so sure to be careful.

He was the only one I trusted to touch my hair besides me, because he never yanked and never pulled.

Once he was satisfied with his work, we stood and made our way back to the picnic.

Will had come alone today, Charles needing to take a nap and Caroline having to cover a shift at the zoo. My step father and mom were out of town for the week, so I’d be sleeping over.

Did my parents know? Yes.

Did they know Caesar was a chimpanzee? Yes.

My mother was not comfortable letting me just go over to someone’s house, and so insisted on meeting Caesar and the other humans. To say they were surprised would be an understatement, but then they saw Caesar and I and realized our friendship was real.

Now, I spent most days at his house. After school, he was surprisingly good at homework. Weekends, I head over once I was dressed and we’d spend the entire day screwing around. Movies, books, board games, we did it all. Sundays were our days to escape the city and for Caesar to be an ape.

And how amazing it was to see him swing through the trees so effortlessly, to command the forest as if it was his domain. His trees, his sky, his home.

I saw the way Caesar looked out his window, the wistfulness in the gaze. I saw it too when I recounted stories of school. He was lonely, and as much I ask spent time with him, he was alone. Trapped in that room without the chance to feel the sun in his skin or wind through his fur.

I tried bringing him the world, snuck in candy he wasn’t allowed, brought books and movies not approved by Will, took photos and videos of everywhere I went.

But it was not enough. He deserved more. He should have had more.

9 months of this friendship and there was still so much to learn, so much to grow.

We still had time.

Finally reaching Will, he began to pack away the blanket when he saw us approach. “How far’d you go this time?”

“The Ranger’s cabin.” I answered, bending to close my abandoned homework books I was supposed to be working on today.

Caesar obediently walked up to Will, allowing him to reattach the leash.

We’d had an argument about that before, one night when Caesar was in his room and I’d met Will in the kitchen on one of our movie nights. I did not approve, Will said it was needed. I went home and refused to speak to Will for a week.

Packing my backpack, Caesar took it from me and slung it onto his own shoulder. Will finished with his own backpack and secured it to his back.

“What we watching tonight?” he asked.

“Gladiator.”

“Godzilla.”

Caesar and I turned to one another.

“Oh boy.”

Did I feel bad that Will now had to deal with two arguing teenagers fighting in the back seat about which movie to watch? No, I did not.

[anchoeritic]

neytiri tending to reader's wounds after battle :) idek I find it so cute shjgdhjdhgjdh

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

— neytiri x afab!reader

— warnings: eighteen plus content, mentions of pandoran war, gun violence, weapon use, lil bit of angst, protective tiri, mean quaritch, use of y/n.

“STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.” You heard Neytiri mumble underneath her breath, hitting her own head with the center of her palm. Pulling you out of the battlefield was not on her to-do list today, nor was it expected.

She shouldn’t have put you on the field either way. You were a scientist; practicing in lab work as an avatar.

A warrior was something you were not, but Ney tried to teach you the ways. Considered it as "self-defence" if anyone came around to try to fuck with you.

“Hit them with your best shot.” You remembered her telling you when you finally hit a bullseye with your bow. It took a while for you to get the hang of that wooden thing but you grew into it.

You carried it with you through the thick and thin; to the lab, to visit the clan, and most importantly, to take down the RDA. The people you once considered your team.

Torn between sides, you still had to pick. The battle was between your family and your mate. You should’ve seen Quaritch’s face when he found out about your decision, it was filled with rage, betrayal.

But you couldn’t let them win. Not anymore. You took the chance of a lifetime, fighting with the Omatikaya clan.

Until you couldn’t. Being taken down by the man that once haunted you your entire way through Pandora was definitely not your preferred way to pass. A couple bullets to the side had you limping behind the protective shield of a tree, calling for Neytiri’s help through the earpiece.

“Neytiri…” your voice was strained, the background was filled with screams of terror. That’s all it took for her to drop what she was doing, running all over the forest to find your whereabouts. “Y/N, awake!”

Bloody, beaten, and half-asleep. That’s how she found you. “Who?!” She yelled, holding your head in her hands. “Guess who.” If it wasn’t for Quaritch’s shitty aim, he could’ve shot you right through your heart.

Neytiri hissed at the immediate name that came first in her head, knowing exactly who to target. “That demon!”

It didn’t take long for him to make his entrance once again, but this time, completely alone.

Bleeding out, you watched as Neytiri stood in front of your limping body, arm stretched out ready to shoot her arrow. While you took a couple shots to the side, Quaritch was taken down by one shot; Neytiri’s bullseye.

Standing in front of your body with a stretched arm, she aimed the arrow at her target. The call of Eywa was heard as she let go of the line, letting the arrow shoot.

It took one shot to his cold heart to finally kill him off, ending his life right before his eyes. The arrow struck him straight in the chest.

That was the last thing you saw before your vision went to darkness, completely blacking out. The next thing you knew, you were laid across a large leaf with Neytiri beside you.

Her tear-stained cheeks were the first thing you noticed, her hands tending to your wounds were the second.

The sting of her earthly medicines was third.

"N-Ney!" You suddenly woke up from your deep slumber, calling for your lover being the first thing on your mind. "Neytiri!"

"Shhh... rest." You didn't expect her to be right beside your resting place with herbal medicines in hand, a few medical supplies sitting at her feet. "You need to rest, my love."

Listening to her word, you laid yourself back down, trying to calm your nerves. The slight sting of the wound was still uncomfortable for you, the flashback of the gunshot had you itching to kill him, destroy him.

"Am I okay?" You asked her, "Are you okay?" Your breath went shaky, hands holding out for Tiri's.

She hummed a quiet "mhm", continuing to tend to your open wounds with gauze and some natural creams. The bandaid wrapped around Tiri's arm caught your attention, causing you more worry.

"Don't lie to me, Tiri," you mumbled, "what's that?"

Chuckling to herself, she looked down at you. "Pulled a muscle," she leaned in to kiss the top of your head, "you should be more worried about yourself, my little warrior."

"Thought I lost you." She whispered.

"But you didn't." You frowned, lifting a hand off the ground to caress Tiri's reassuringly. "I'm still here, Tiri. I'm strong."

"I hope to never see that day, my strong girl."

[apoapsis]

@xynchronicity said, The wraith felt entirely out of place like someone else had taken over his life and placed him in this situation. Rather than wearing his normal outfit - his beloved mask and trenchcoat long forgotten in place of a fancy three-piece suit. A black button-up shirt, a red vest with black buttons, and a pocket watch within one of his vest pockets. His black suit jacket was unbuttoned, likely by his own choice. Black dress pants and black dress shoes, with a hint of red socks peeking from beneath the pant legs when he walked. His clawed fingers fidgeted with the cuffs, and he focused on them instead of looking at Siebren. "This is a stupid choice," the wraith muttered, disliking how he felt. It wasn't right. Reaps' normally tousled hair was now styled neatly. The most upsetting thing to him though was his mask. He hated being without it unless absolutely necessary. This was not an absolutely necessary situation. With a soft sigh, his red gaze rose to look at Siebren. His gaze held a vulnerability that he typically kept hidden. "Well? I know you have some quip saved up." A vain attempt to hide his vulnerability.

              Usually, interruptions in his routine were strongly prohibited; not exactly enforced– but otherwise prohibited.

But… Even in SIEBREN’S greyscale world, exceptions are always made for offerings. 

              Perhaps not an offering in the literal sense, but the visual contrast of a rather clean-cut Reaper was… certainly an aesthetically pleasing arrangement. It was completely– entirely– uncharacteristic of him– surely it was the result of anticipating some extravagant social outing; he doubted that Reaper had any intention of ‘dressing-up’ purely for SIEBREN’S tastes– it wasn’t as if he was polite enough to warrant such a display.  

Calloused hands willingly part from the parts he was in the middle of assembling, snake-like eyes following the wraith as his attention is captured by the curious change in attire. It’s new, different– something to enrich the otherwise mundanity of his day-to-day… Like remastering the finest of details upon his most beloved of chew toys. At once, the other agent is under SIEBREN’S inexpressive, microscopic gaze, as the scientist in question observes, then begins to pick at him, straightening the finer details, such as brushing a stray thread of his greying hair back into place, and tracing the backs of his knuckles against the angular contours of his face. 

             SIEBREN regards him like a treasure– something coveted. 

“... You look nice.” He murmurs, ignoring the other's remark in favor of straightening Reaper’s vest with a gentle tug. “... Special occasion…? You... never really struck me as the type to, ah…. “Clean-up” this well… Er, not for the likes of me, at least…”

             “...... Would you like some of my cologne…?”

[creppersfunpalooza]

from the ask game:

OCEANIC - What are your OC’s view on the world around them? Do they see it as something vast and beautiful, or something deep and terrifying? How does their upbringing and culture relate to how they see things now?

DEEP SEA - What is your OC’s opinion on death? On afterlife, if they believe in it? Has your character ever been close to dying and if so, what was it like?

for Koi :3

OCEANIC: “…I haven’t really thought about it. The Wonderrealm is so much smaller in comparison. You could probably travel across it in a matter of weeks. I know this world is larger, I know that there was some point in my life where I knew what it was like. I’ve just always taken in a bit at a time. Kind of helps prevent the existentialism. I don’t really like trying to comprehend just how big this place is.”

Prior to the D.A. wiping Koi’s memory, he grew up as kind of a “free spirit”. His mother had a more permissive parenting style which later switched over to neglect (not exactly intentional, but harmful all the same), so he never really matured or developed a strong sense of identity until after his mind redeveloped. Even now, he doesn’t really know who he is. He also hasn’t had a ton of time to get to know the world and it’s politics considering he’s a bit too busy trying to lay low and not catch the D.A.’s attention.

DEEP SEA: “Huh, I’ll have to think about that for a sec. Well, death isn’t fun. I think it’s far from the worst outcome, but I’m afraid of it. It’s silly, a few years ago I probably would have told you something entirely different. I don’t really believe in a heaven or a hell, but I don’t feel like that’s just the end of everything. I believe in ghosts, spirits, that shit. I wanna think whatever happens after death is peaceful. Like that sensation you get when you’re falling asleep.”

“Have I ever been close to dying? I guess that depends on how you define that. Technically no, I’ve never been in any real danger. Those stupid scientists found a loophole in mortality. They’ve twisted their souls into something that can’t really die. You’re just brought back a few hours or so later. As far as I know, it’s only hap. It really changed my perspective. They told me I couldn’t die, that I would be safe no matter what, but being so close to it made me feel like they had lied to me. It made me realize what I’d been doing. I didn’t want to die. None of those people wanted to die— And I did it regardless… I don’t really want to talk about it anymore.”

hiii!! these questions weren’t rlly things i’ve thought abt too deeply before so it was fun to try and answer them in character. thank u for sending them in <3

[ithisatanytime]

2hollis - all 2s (official video)

i just had one of the funniest best public encounters ever and im not gonna do it proper justice but i was smiling all the way home, a little background first, the local tobacco store ive been frequenting for years, is entirely staffed by jewish employees, i can just tell by looking at them and the way it is and im basically never wrong about this, its also the only place i have had a job interview for in my entire life and didnt get a call back (lol), there is a female to male transgender working there, basically just a jewish chick with short hair and no parental guidance and we are on good terms right my predjudice is not personal i knew she was jewish and her politics from the jump just by looking at her but thats fine she seems nice enough. it was her and two visibly jewish males working behind the counter, i made my purchaces and told them to put in “chad mcqueen” so i could get my discounts and said “even though thats not my name�� because years ago they put me in as chad as a joke because im a fucking chad. this girl who wants to be called “henry” unsurprisingly said im gonna change the format here just so its more legible, “henry” will be H for henry and ill be “j” for jake lol

H “i think names are stupid”

J “yeah i cant think of one practical use for people having names”

H “we already have -”

J “numbers?”

H “yeah numbers”

J “i think we should just have our numbers tattood on our forearms and we should all live and work in a big camp!”

another employee chimes in “the best part would be the showers!” we all laugh

J “you dont like to gamble do ya henry?”

H “no”

J “i figured, i like that we dont pick our names, but i like to gamble, if its not destiny it doesnt count i like things to be as random as possible”

H “well my real name is alexis but our last name was heinrich which our family changed when we left from russia to germany

J “so your family is russian jews?”

H “ yeah”

J *does an obnoxious victory dance because i fucking called it*

H “but they changed it because of the war”

J “what war”

H “incredulous stare”

J  * poker face*

H “world war 2″

J “what about it? something happen”

H “the holocaust”

J “im surprised they didnt get put into internment camps here in the states, lots of italians and germans were put in camps in the states besides the japanese but you never hear about that for some reason”

at this point the atmosphere has shifted, the other employees are visibly jewish as well and were listening in

H “they dont tell us about most history, 99 percent of history just the one percent that makes white cis males look like the best in the world”

J “that sounds like quite the task”

H “it is”

J “i agree did you know that george washington was black? also beethoven? adolph hitler was black as well, and white people were invented by an evil scientist named yakub! black people built this country

all the employees voice their agreement i shit you not

J “see the roads out there? cotton, the building were in? cotton, my shirt? polyester!”

that gets a laugh breaking the tension a little but i dont let that last

J “i heard somewhere that they cremated six million jews! thats not possible it takes over an hour to cremate even a single corpse under ideal conditions with modern equipment under impossibly ideal circumstances, it would have taken them forty years to cremate six million, so they say some were cremated and others burned in open fires but was it fifty fifty, forty sixty, they never say! and also there was a nazi platoon whos just it was to dig up all the millions of bodies at the end of the war so they could be burned, its absolutely rediculous dont you think?

everyone is in stunned silence i look them all dead in the eye and smile and say have a nice day and strutted out of there like fucking john travolta. like i said i cant do it justice but i was laughing all the way home. i dont have anything against them personally, but i will use your perferred pronouns and call you whatever you like, but i wont let you disparage my people and deny their history to my face.

[sneezemonster15]

I’m curious, if you were given a once in a lifetime task to rewrite chapter 700 will you do it? If yes, how will you end the story?

(I hope you say yes 😋 and I want to let you know how much I enjoy reading your blog ❤️ thanks for sharing your thoughts)

Hey.

Thank you so much, I enjoy writing this blog. :)

Will I rewrite chapter 700? I want to say yes because it would be an opportunity of a lifetime. But no, I am sorry to say I wouldn't. For the simple reason, that if I wrote it, it wouldn't be canon. 😔

But would I write my own ending, like a fanfic? Sure, I might.

Top five things that I can think of right now pertaining to an ending of my choice:

1) Make Sasuke and Naruto kiss at the end of chapter 698. Of all the media I have ever seen or read, I have never known a better build up for the gentlest, most meaningful and most deeply felt kiss to take place between two lovers. Imagine that kiss. Like the most soothing balm on all the painful wounds my boys had to bear over the years inflicted upon them by the entire world including their own families. A testament to their love that they openly accept and receive and give. Without compunction and hesitation. Taking ownership of their feelings, not being scared to feel the way they feel anymore. That kiss would have been faith. Faith in a world that they would make happen for themselves, just for them, not for the sake of others, like they have always done. That kiss was my right as audience. Kishi stole that kiss from me. Obviously, I would make Sasuke and Naruto reunite as lovers and make Konoha accept it, even if they don't like it. Fuck em.

2) Make Sakura and Hinata realize Sasuke and Naruto don't love them, and that it's futile on their part to keep pursuing them. I also want both of them to apologize to the boys. Sakura for being a general pest and insensitive to Sasuke's feelings. And for trying to kill him in the most cowardly manner. Make Sakura apologize to Naruto for being an asshole to him, a jealous and resentful, violent bully. Make Hinata apologize to Naruto for putting him in very difficult and even fatal and deadly situations just to satisfy her own selfish desires, stupid girl.

3) Make Konoha apologize to Naruto for treating him the way they did. I would make every single person in Konoha apologize to Naruto, except for Iruka and Sasuke of course.

Make Naruto reveal the truth of Uchiha massacre and Itachi. Sasuke deserved it. Make people of Konoha realize what happened and how they participated in it. Also, I would write Sasuke to understand why Itachi did what he did but at the same time, not to follow in his footsteps. Itachi is a tragic character, but blinded by state propaganda. For a person who saw and was shaped by such devastation growing up in a war torn world, he certainly contributed a lot to it himself, making genocide and fourth shinobi war happen. I get he wanted to protect Sasuke but making him see his entire clan being killed over and over and over again as an eight year old was certainly not the way to do it in any world. :/

I would make Kakashi apologize to Sasuke for criticizing him for his goals and for forcing him to like Sakura (Kakashi came off as really biased and emotionally stunted), Kakashi didn't treat Sasuke like a comrade, as is his byline, and I would make Kakashi own up to his own hypocrisy.

I would also make Sasuke and Naruto open a super equipped mental rehab facility for people with PTSD (and other mental health issues) on top of Hokage mountain with funds taken from all the previous hokages' vaults. And appoint Tsunade as its chief assisted by Shizune. Sakura will work under Shizune's command.

4) Make Oro and Kabuto pay for their crimes. Life imprisonment. But also, I like Oro and no doubt he is a gifted scientist. So I would want him to help Tsunade with medical and therapeutic stuff at the rehab centre. But under strict and controlled supervision, which means he won't be let out of the premises or do anything that he used to do before. I would want him to undergo therapy himself. I like his humor. I would pay good money to watch the interaction between him and his therapist. Lol.

5) Make Naruto and Sasuke reform the shinobi world, reform Hyuuga clan, make former leaders accountable for their misdeeds, make the general populace more self aware of the things they do to inflict damage upon others, other clans. After Sasuke's contribution to the war has been revealed, the boys would work towards reducing the clan mentality by forming centres and organizations which would require effort from all sorts of people with all sorts of strengths and skills and incentivize programmes and schemes that bring people together and educate them in the most meaningful of ways. They would travel places and address pertinent issues and solve them using a combination of Naruto's empathy and Sasuke's ingenuity. This can be developed overtime into a programme which would function as a blueprint for the rest of the shinobi world, which would focus on how to resolve issues and conflicts in the most humane manner possible.

These are some I can think of right off the top of my head. But it was certainly nice to think about it, heh. Thank you for this ask.

[jkstompers]

passing notes | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: a year of crushing and jungkook’s finally asked you out on a proper date. 

genre: classmates to lovers??!, established friendship, they go on a date <3, jk is so stressed out, !fancy restaurant warning!, jk is A GENTLEMAN!! but wbk, oc is a nerd but is BOLD AF!!

warnings: mature!! (18+!!), SMUT,...they make out, LOTS of built up tension is let out tonite!, fingering, praise kink, handjob, backseat action, semi-public sex?? very strong language, jk overuses the nickname ‘baby’

word count: 9k

author’s note: pt. 3 of seatmate!jk. WE’VE GOT SOME FILTH TODAY PPL!!!!!!! this is my first time releasing a piece of writing that has smut in it so pls!! let me know what u think!!! i’m open to criticism but i cry easily so… pls pls be nice (Ｔ▽Ｔ) LMAO!! i also completely made up the program for ocean scientists that oc talks about LMAO i just needed her to ramble for a bit hahahah

additional note: also pls imagine jungkook looking like this in class and then wearing this for their date. also if ur curious, this is what i imagined oc’s dress to look like :)

okay enjoy!! thank u ( ˘ ³˘)

it was the end of the semester and of course, the only time jungkook would be running late to class was when he was finally going to ask you out on a date. so far, everything seems to be going against the idea. his alarm didn’t go off on time, the shower took way too long to warm up, and his car was low on gas. now he’s speed walking, almost running, to lecture to make sure that his seat next to you isn’t taken. 

he wants to make sure this goes perfectly. he spent the past two weeks stressing over the plans. asking for recommendations for nice restaurants in the city in almost every group chat he was in. his friend (the one with parents as ceo’s, eunwoo), helped him and got him a reservation at this one five star restaurant that jungkook’s never been to. eunwoo told him that it was the prettiest place he’s ever been to, said it would be perfect for a first date. 

jungkook specifically remembers you telling him that you’ve never gone on an actual dinner date. ice cream dates, movie theater dates, and amusement park dates were what you were used to. there was nothing wrong with that, it’s just that you’ve never experienced a candlelit dinner at a restaurant, that’s it. jungkook just wanted to be the first one to experience it with you. 

so when his morning starts off this shitty, he wonders if his plans are falling apart. he tries to keep a good, positive mindset, but he’s already so nervous and the universe seems to be telling him: don’t do it, she’ll reject you, you’re gonna look stupid in front of her. 

meanwhile, you’re early this lecture. it was the last class of the semester and you were hoping that you could get a nice conversation with jungkook in before it started. the two of you have gotten a lot closer since you last hung out. the chain of events starting with you apologizing for being so embarrassing, 

[12:44 pm] you: jungkook!!! oh my god i am so sorry for last night 😭

[12:45 pm] you: i don’t take alcohol very well 😖

[12:50 pm] jungkook: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[12:50 pm] jungkook: no need to apologize! are u feeling sick? hungover? 

[12:52 pm] you: omg no not really

[12:52 pm] you: ur a great drinking buddy, i owe u one 🥺

[12:53 pm] jungkook: it’s alright cutie

[12:54 pm] jungkook: just happy ur feeling okay :) 

[12:56 pm] you: let me make it up to u 😭 i’ll buy us lunch one of these days? 

[12:57 pm] jungkook: ah no can do cutie 

[12:57 pm] jungkook: have to buy u dinner first 

the thought of the conversation makes you smile. that one conversation starting the domino effect of the two of you talking almost everyday for the past two weeks. you couldn’t help but expect jungkook to at least be here, but if he didn’t wanna come, then he didn’t have to. 

you sat in your seat, patiently waiting for the one next to you to be filled by him. the hall was starting to fill now and class was about to start. you look around one last time to see that jungkook is still nowhere to be seen, and that a familiar brown-haired guy was beginning to walk up to you. 

“hello, ___! is this seat taken?” taehyung smiles brightly, you look down at the seat next to you. your bag saving the spot for jungkook. maybe he skipped this lecture, since it was practically for nothing anyway, you’ve already taken the final and there was no other material to learn, it was more so to wrap things up and see if anyone still needed to understand something. 

your brain comes to a conclusion. you remove your bag and say, “no, go ahead,” to taehyung with a small smile on your face, one that hides the disappointment riddling your mind. 

it’s about five minutes after the professor starts talking when jungkook finally walks in. he looks up to try and find you as he walks up the steps of the auditorium. his eyes land on you and taehyung, chatting amongst yourselves. he can’t help but feel a slight twinge of jealousy, that’s his seat. even though there were no assigned seats, the place next to you was always his, that’s just how it was, and seeing someone else sitting there, especially taehyung, makes jungkook’s green monster pop out. 

you feel a presence step behind you while you were talking to taehyung, and before you know it, jungkook is sitting in the seat next to taehyung. “oh! good morning, jungkook!” you’re smiling to him. he doesn’t grant you one of his regular vocal responses, rather he gives you a tight-lipped grin before he leans back into his chair and focuses on whatever the professor was saying. 

maybe he was jealous. witnessing you and taehyung having a wonderful conversation, one that makes you smile and laugh like he does. you didn’t even notice him when he came up the stairs, only greeting him when he sat down. no, he was definitely jealous. 

you’re stealing glances his way, pretending to be interested in whatever taehyung is talking about. he’s wearing the most boyfriend-est outfit in the world. a white long sleeve with grey sweatpants, his long hair tied up in a ponytail. you’re unconsciously biting your lip as you stare at him, he’s just so cool. he’s not even doing much other than looking straight forward. but this angle lets you see his sharp jawline and his side profile perfectly. 

you felt bad, one hundred percent. you should have told taehyung that the seat was taken, because now he was talking your ear off and you didn’t mind it, but you wanted someone else to be talking your ear off and it was the guy sitting next to him. 

when taehyung changes his focus to your professor talking about a summer he had in paris. you steal another glance at jungkook. you catch him staring at you, your eyes meet. he doesn’t keep the connection, cutting it off by moving his head and looking straight ahead. his jaw clenches, arms coming over and across his chest. he seems angry, you pick up on the energy now. an idea pops in your head to try and make him feel better. reaching into your bag to find one of your index cards, writing a message on it. 

feeling okay? 

you scoot your chair back a bit, pretending to stretch as you tap jungkook’s shoulder. he turns his head to you, eyebrows raised. you hand him the paper. he stares at first, eyes flickering between you and the paper. reluctantly, he takes it, unfolding his crossed arms to receive the note. you scoot back into your seat and lean into the table, lowering your chin onto the desk. 

jungkook tries to hide his smile as he reads your little note. how could he ever stay mad at you? it wasn’t your fault he was late. so he replies, his black ink has a stark contrast against your green highlighter. he can already feel his bad mood brightening. 

yeah, didn’t save me a seat? :( 

this time he folds the note, handing it to taehyung and telling him to pass it to you. “really? you’re passing notes? we’re in college, jeon.” taehyung snickers as he slides the paper towards you. 

you let a small laugh, reading the note. taehyung’s scolding continues as you write your response on the index card. you changed your green highlighter out with a blue pen. 

i came super early :( waited 20 mins for u </3 but i didn’t think u were coming so i let taehyung sit here 

you send it back and watch jungkook’s somewhat straight face contort into a smile. there it is, the smile that you know and love. 

jungkook on the other hand could cry. you came early. you waited for him. god, had he royally fucked this up. he makes his mind up now. 

i’m sorry :( let me make it up to u? can i take you out on a date tonight? 

check: ◯  yes ◯ no 

jungkook keeps the paper for a good minute, reading the note over and over again, thinking about how childish this way of asking is. but at the same time, jungkook knows that if he talks to you about it after class, he’ll gloss over the words and never ask you. letting the reservation and plans he made weeks ago render themselves useless. it was now or never. 

so he fully sends it, tapping your shoulder and giving it to you directly. you open the note and scan the words, sending him the sweetest look he’s ever received in his life. he thinks that would be a yes. he hopes. you write something onto the card and pass it back to him, your hand grazing his for a second. 

⚫ yes :) ♡ ◯ no 

the rest of the class passes pretty quickly. not that you were paying any attention. jungkook had emailed you a link to a game that the two of you could play, a weird version of snakes. jungkook kept cheating, you swore it, but in all honesty, you knew you couldn’t compete when it came to jungkook and his computer games. a clap from the professor breaks your attention from your screen, “alright, that was the last class of anatomy 101!” he then goes on a two minute long speech thanking the entire class for their great work this past year. he ends his ment with, “good luck and make good decisions! have a fun summer!” 

you take your time packing your things, a little too long for someone that just has a laptop to put into their bag. taehyung says goodbye to the both of you and leaves first, the seat in between you both empty. now it was just the two of you. a small blush creeps onto your cheeks. you were well past your high school crush phase, but jungkook makes you feel so shy again. 

you try to hide it by speaking first, “so, a date?” 

he sends you that award winning smile that makes you swoon. “yeah, did you change your mind?” 

you shake your head. “is it casual? fancy? want me to wear a dress again?” you tease, finally pushing your computer into your bag and standing. 

jungkook gulps. you looked so pretty that night in a dress. “fancy,” he answers, “you can wear a dress if you want, pantsuits are cool too— whatever you want.” he finishes packing as well, standing next to you as you both begin to walk down the stairs. 

“okay then,” you smile. “what time should i be ready?” 

“i’ll come and pick you up at seven, is that okay?” he replies, hand in his pockets. you both make your way out of the room and start to move towards the parking lot. 

“sounds good,” you nod, approaching your car. jungkook walks you to your door, his eyes focused on your sweet smile and your eyes. if jungkook didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were leaning closer towards him. a small laugh leaves your throat. “see you later, kookie.” 

he sends you a smile, the nickname tugging at his heartstrings. the realization hits him after you’ve already driven away and he’s sitting in the driver seat of his car. an embarrassing blush covers his face, he takes a deep breath and laughs to himself. finally. a year of crushing and he’s finally asked you on a proper date. 

jungkook is quite frankly, freaking the fuck out. he isn’t sure what to wear and his hair isn’t working with him. the long strands seemingly out to make his life a living hell when he tries to style it. one strand always looks out of place, or the way that it parts doesn’t sit right. he’s pacing his bathroom, debating if he should just shower again and take all the stupid fucking product out of his hair. 

he gives in after ten minutes of deliberation. a quick shower removing all the wax and gel from his hair. the ends of his hair dripping when he goes to check his phone, the time reading: 6:45. he was gonna be late to pick you up. now he’s full on panicking. he has no other choice then to skip the hair product all together and just let his hair dry and part on it’s own. he slides on his all black fancy outfit he had planned out just in case the first one didn’t work out. he steps out of his apartment after grabbing his car keys, wallet, and the flowers he bought earlier in the day for you. 

a friend of his works in a flower shop. jungkook remembers you saying  that you like all flowers and that you couldn’t choose if you had to. so his friend asked what you were like, trying to figure out a way to style the bouquet without knowing your favorites. jungkook said the general things; you’re sweet like an apple, probably sweeter, like candy. you’re so pretty, it’s blessing that he’s able to lay his eyes upon you. you’re smart, too smart for him to flirt stupidly like he always does, ‘cause you outsmart him and flirt with him back in a wittier way. you’re— that was enough information, his friend told him he was babbling again. jungkook only had to wait ten minutes for his friend to finish fixing up a beautiful bouquet for you. 

the bouquet is placed on the passenger seat as he starts his car, texting you when he realizes it’s almost five minutes until 7. 

[6:54 pm] jungkook: fuck 

[6:54 pm] jungkook: i’m gonna be a little late

[6:55 pm] jungkook: i swear i’m not standing u up

[6:55 pm] jungkook: ok i’m putting my phone down to drive to u now, sorry cutie!! 

[6:57 pm] you: ah okay! 

[6:57 pm] you: i was getting a little worried haha

[6:58 pm] you: see u in a bit <3

jungkook drives safely, but efficiently to your apartment. the drive only taking about five minutes because the stop lights were gracing him with green lights his entire way to you. he parks right in front, grabbing the flowers and hopping out of the car. when he knocks on your door, he starts to feel his nerves work against him. the adrenaline from rushing here gave him enough energy to hype himself up, but now as he’s standing here at your door, waiting for you to answer, his throat starts to dry and his hands start to sweat. 

the metal door slides open, revealing you. in your silk dress, draping over your body in the most flattering way. the neckline deliciously hangs down to reveal your cleavage ever so slightly and the slit on the dress, displaying your thigh teasingly. jungkook is speechless at his first glance at you. his eyebrows raise and his mouth drops open, catching himself drooling once you step out from your apartment. 

“h— hi, you look— wow,” he stumbles over his words, taking a step back to admire you once again. “you’re fucking stunning.”  

you brush your hair back behind your ear, your hand covering the blush covering your cheeks. “thank you, you look very handsome, jungkook.” you reach out and play with his black tie. he looks down when you do, remembering that he was holding a bouquet of flowers for you. 

he holds them out, “these are for you.” like a kid giving his crush a dandelion he picked from the grass. 

“these are gorgeous, jungkook! thank you.” you look up to him with your signature sweet eyes, the ones that never fail to make him melt. “just give me one sec, i’ll put these down and then we can go?” you ask, holding onto the bouquet and waiting for him to respond. a quick nod is all you need to open your door and place them in the fridge. you come out a few seconds later, locking your door and standing by jungkook again. 

“that was fast,” he comments. he holds his arm out for you to hold, which you gratefully take. 

“i just put them in the fridge, my grandma showed me the trick, it helps them live a little longer,” you explain. the two of you walking out to his parked car. he never lets your hand touch the handle, always opening the door for you. 

“when they die, i’ll just buy you new ones.” closing the door for you and making his way to the drivers seat. 

you scrunch your nose. when he comes back and joins you in the car, you voice your worry. “it’s kind of a waste, don’t you think?” 

he shakes his head, “if it’s for you, nothing’s a waste.” 

jungkook was a professional with his words. always rendering you speechless. 

with that he starts the car and begins driving into the busier part of seoul. he makes his way into the restaurants parking garage, the building looks to be about five stories. the architecture itself looks expensive, you wonder where jungkook is taking you tonight. he parks the car, turning off the engine, and moving to open the door for you. he takes your hand and you hold onto your dress, fixing it once you get out of the car. god, you’re so pretty. he was so nervous. 

“ready, my lady?” he smiles, his arm out for you to hold. 

it makes you laugh, a snort almost. “i’ve never seen you so proper, mr. jeon.” 

“only for you,” he winks. your heels click against the concrete floor as he leads the two of you into the building. the high ceilings and multiple chandeliers are what greet you first, the brightness of the place giving the sun something to rival. jungkook brings you over to the waiting area, telling you to wait for a minute as he checks you guys in. 

this was crazy to say the least. the last time you went on a date, it was to the movie theaters. you’ve never been in a place like this; a doorman greeting every guest as they walk in, checking in to eat, multi-story, etc. the more you look around, the cooler it is. “let’s go?” jungkook’s voice makes you turn your head. you stand, taking his hand. 

the two of you follow a man wearing a black and white suit, with a long tail jacket. he brings you to the elevators, holding the doors open for you both. you step in and he presses the fifth button, which was the top floor. you squeeze jungkook’s hand. he repeats the action, looking to you and silently asking if you were okay with the look in his eyes and the raise of his eyebrows. you nod, a smile on your face. 

with that the elevator doors open, the metal doors sliding apart to reveal a private terrace. only a couple tables on the entire floor. a few people sitting down and enjoying their dinners. beautiful greenery surrounding the perimeter, the night sky only making it prettier. your mouth is left agape, you’re stuck in the elevator, speechless. jungkook gently tugs you forward, following the suit man to the table. 

jungkook pulls your chair out for you. you could cry at the chivalry. you sit and he pushes the chair in, jungkook follows soon, sitting in the chair across from you. the man hands the two of you the menu and moves away from the table, standing back near to the elevator, waiting until you are both ready to order. 

“this is fucking crazy,” you whisper-shout. the terrace was lit by these bright fairy lights that were hidden in the plants and were above the tables as well. it looked like little fairies and fire flies were in the air, roaming around. 

“i know right!” jungkook looked as surprised as you were. “i asked my friends for some help and holy shit!” 

“they know you’re on a date with me right now?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. 

to this he furrows his eyebrows, “of course they do, i talk about you all the time—”but he stops himself from exposing himself any further. you can’t help but giggle. “i mean, i asked them to help me make this special, and here we are.” 

you swoon. he’s so sweet for planning all of this out and wanting to make you feel special. the two of you look through the menu, jungkook warns you not to look at the prices, telling you to get whatever you want because the price doesn’t matter. but of course, your eyes stray to the numbers, the meals costing a pretty penny for a simple spaghetti plate, the cheapest thing on there. you were craving pasta anyway, you didn’t mind. the two of you order and wait for the food to arrive. 

the city of seoul was just below you, not too high but high enough to turn people into smaller figures of themselves. the night lights look gorgeous from up here. the warm summer night only complimenting the gorgeous atmosphere. 

“the view is so pretty,” you gaze out into the city. the pretty colors from all the lights of the different stores and restaurants complementing each other so beautifully. 

jungkook was in awe, he knows that the city below you is gorgeous, but he can’t seem to get his eyes off of you. your chin resting in the palm of your hand as your eyes search through the streets. “yeah…” he agrees, “very beautiful.” he smiles, only looking at you. 

the food comes and you both dig in. the two of you enjoy some conversation with each other as you eat. the topic of growing up comes up, both of you explaining the occupations you wanted, and you said something that sparked curiosity in jungkook. “your childhood dream was to live in california?” he smiles, chewing on his steak. most of the time kids dream about going to the moon or finding atlantis, but you wanted to go to america? 

you nod, “sounds funny right? when i was a teen, i watched a lot of 90210.” 

“is that all though? you only wanted to go because of a tv show?” he asks. there’s something you’re hiding, and jungkook can see it in the way that you hide your smile. 

at first, you hesitate, but you open your mouth to speak, “well— there is— no, it’s embarrassing.” you shake your head, changing your mind and reverting your eyes down. staring at the plate of pasta in front of you. guys you talked to didn’t wanna hear about it, they thought what you were into was boring, embarrassing almost. a part of you feared that jungkook would feel the same. 

you feel his hand on your chin, tilting your head up. “i wanna hear about it.” his face telling you the truth, the sincerity in his eyes as he patiently waits for you to explain. 

“there’s this science program in california, they explore new ideas for researching the ocean, like trying to see what lurks in the deep blue, helping fix the rising oceans, everything-- oh my god, and they like go on field trips to different countries to see the coastlines and historical sites—” you cut yourself off when you realize that you’re talking at the speed of light. “i’m rambling.” you were terrified to see his reaction. 

but when your eyes finally meet jungkook’s, they’re full of light. and his smile is so big. “dude, that’s so dope!” he grins, “i didn’t know you were so into the ocean!” 

it was the bare minimum, being nice, but that was hard to find when it came to the majority of the male species. obviously, jungkook is above average, he only proves that the more time you spend with him. 

“oh, i love it! my parents would bring me to the beach and i would cry every time we would have to leave, aquariums too, and the fish section in the pet stores.” you gush, leaning into the table to tell jungkook more. he leans into his hand, resting his cheek against his fist as he listens to you spill your knowledge and love. 

he notes that the next date should be at the beach or an aquarium. it was a great time for him to learn this, especially since it was summer. the weather in favor of the cold ocean waves. jungkook swears he can listen to you talk until the end of time. your sweet voice can be the narration to his life, he’d never get sick of it. 

the food on both of your plates had been cleared, the conversation sizzling into a comfortable silence before the man came back to give you the bill. jungkook doesn’t let you see it, instead just sticking his card in the black folder thing, and giving it back to the fancy suit man. it wasn’t long before he came back, handing jungkook back his card and giving the both of you a lollipop with gold flakes encased inside. 

you gasp at the piece of candy, now that was ridiculous. you weren’t one to reject a lollipop though, gratefully taking the candy and popping it into your mouth. jungkook does the same. it tastes of blueberry. at this point he stands up, moving in front of you and holding his hand out to you. “let’s look around? i heard they have a cool museum on the second floor.” 

you take his hand, “i love museums!” the two of you make your way to the elevator, the man (he never told you his name) kept the door open for you both. he presses the second floor button when jungkook asks him for the museum. the elevator landing on the second floor, the doors slide open to show a completely empty art hall. this place shocking you every chance it gets. you didn’t think it could get better, but it did. 

when the two of you exit the elevator, the man leaves you to it, taking the elevator down and leaving you alone. your eyes scan the place, huge paintings on the walls, small paintings in collages, some sculptures on the floor, it felt like a pop-up museum. you both make your way down the enormous hallway, both sides of the room’s wall displaying works of art. you stop at one specific painting, the familiar work has you spewing random facts. “these are the lovers! i had to analyze this once,” you speak. the art displaying a couple kissing, both of their heads covered by a white sheet. “the real one is in australia, i think.” you laugh, tapping the lollipop against your lips. 

jungkook listens intently, but he doesn’t pay attention to the painting on the wall. everytime he does, his eyes always revert to you. the art doesn’t stand a chance against you in his book. you, yourself, were a piece of art, one that was rare in this world, one of a kind. 

he can’t seem to resist. taking your hand and raising it over your head, the way that they do in ballroom dancing. if a twirl was what he wanted, then so he got it. “beautiful,” he compliments, pulling you in close for a hug. the two of you swaying in the middle of the hall of this stupidly expensive restaurant. 

you look up to him, making full eye contact as the two of you lean on one foot to the other. probably looking like a lovesick couple, getting lost in the moment. which, you were. your eyes flicker from his eyes down to his lips, he seems to do the same thing. his hand moves to caress your face, the swaying ceased. now the two of you are centimeters apart, noses brushing against each other. if jungkook doesn’t kiss you now, he thinks he’ll combust. so when he feels you pushing forward, he does the same, meeting you in the middle. your lips connect. the kiss almost identical to the painting in front of you. 

jungkook swears he felt himself levitating. your lips are sweet, the blueberry flavor of the lollipop lingering on them. he’s had his fair share of kisses in his life. makeouts, pecks, cheek kisses, all types of kisses. but something about this one tells him that he’s in for it. he’ll never be able to get enough now that he’s gotten a taste. 

neither of you want to take it too far; swallowing each other's faces in a distinguished, five star restaurant’s museum didn’t seem very proper. so the two of you make your way out of the building, thanking everyone at the front desk, especially the man that helped you out today, and walking into the parking garage where jungkook’s car was. 

when you get to his car, he moves to open the passenger door for you but you stop him with a hand on his arm. you reach to open the back door handle and his eyes almost bulge out. everyone knows what happens in the backseat, and jungkook did not prepare himself for something like this. 

you look up at him with the most innocent eyes, but there’s something devious hidden in your smile when you ask, “do you wanna talk for a bit longer? in the backseat? it’s more comfortable than sitting in the front.” 

jungkook never took you for someone this bold. it’s either you didn’t know the meaning of the backseat (which was totally fine) or you knew very well, and had plans to devour jungkook (which was also totally fine).

he chickens out, his hands starting to sweat. “do you want to just go for a little walk or something?” it’s not like jungkook didn’t want anything to happen, it’s that he did. if he starts, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover from it. he walks a tightrope around you when it comes to his self control. one wrong move, and he’s terrified that he’ll fuck everything up. 

“oh, it’s just my feet kinda hurt from these heels.” you pout, lifting you foot up to show him the almost stiletto heel. 

his eyes widen. why didn’t he think of that? “oh— oh shit, i didn’t even— yeah, let’s sit.” he tugs on the door, letting you slide into the back seat. he follows, leaving a good amount of space between you both to make sure that there was nothing too suspicious going on. you hope your bold moves hide your nervousness, despite your confidence, jungkook’s unsure looks make you want to curl up into a ball. did he not want this? 

the air was different now. in the restaurant the two of you had been so carefree, slow dancing in the museum, and landing a sweet kiss on each other’s lips. but now, an uncomfortable silence tears at the two of you. your hesitance makes you speak, trying to see if a conversation would ease the tension in the air. “i had a lot of fun tonight, kookie, thank you.” 

it seems to comfort jungkook, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. with a small smile on his face he replies, “me too, i was really nervous you wouldn’t like the food.” 

“oh it was good! i’ll eat anything really, it’s just—“

“you didn’t like the place? was it too much—“

“no, jungkook, oh my god— i loved it, it was just really expensive, i still feel really bad about you paying for all of it,” you look to him seriously. “let me give you at least my half?” 

he shakes his head, “i asked you out on this date, it means i pay, don’t worry about the price.” 

you roll your eyes playfully, “big spender huh?”

a pretty laugh escapes his lips. “hard worker too.” 

to this you smile, you stare at his impossibly-perfect face, noticing a stray eyelash on his cheek. you see a chance to strike and you take it immediately. you lean forward to swipe it off. jungkook almost leans into your touch. he’s so terrified that he’ll embarrass himself right now, so he’s been holding back tremendously. but the way you pick the eyelash off and place it on your thumb with a smile on your face, it eases most of the tension in his chest. 

“make a wish!” you hold your thumb up to his lips. his eyes cross to look at the piece of hair on your finger, but nevertheless he obliged. shutting his eyes tight, making a wish, and blowing the eyelash off of your thumb. 

you let out a small cheer before you ask him, “what’d you wish for?” 

“if i told you then my wish wouldn’t come true, right?” he boops your nose. suddenly, jungkook doesn’t feel so nervous. his nerves calming at the feeling of your soft hands against his face. you make him so nervous, but at the same time you make him so comfortable and make him want to be himself. it seems as though the two of you were staring at each other for a while. jungkook was thinking about how much he likes you, the same ideas run through your mind. the thoughts make you wish for something more. 

“can i kiss you again, kookie?” 

he stares at you, weighing his options. if he kisses you now, then he has to strategically only give you a few kisses, he absolutely cannot make out with you, or else, jungkook will succumb to his desires.

but he takes a little too long to respond. the both of you overthinking the fuck out of the situation. it makes you draw back. “it’s okay if you don’t want—“ 

“no, no, please, kiss me,” he brings you back, moving closer to you. licking his lips in anticipation as you slowly push forward, closing the gap between you both. the kiss is so sweet, like the one in the museum. jungkook can still taste the blueberry lingering on your lips. he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of kissing you. 

you pull away first. your eyes scanning his face to see any expression of regret. there’s none. his hand moves to the side of your face, caressing your face and bringing you to him once again to meet your lips. he can’t get enough. “tell me what you wished for, please,” you speak against his lips. 

he smiles into the kiss. he wasn’t going to tell you, but since you were asking so nicely, he gives you a kiss on the cheek when he answers, “i wished for a second date.” 

“oh, didn’t you know?” you kiss both of his cheeks before speaking again, “i grant wishes,” with wink.

“fuck, you’re so cute,” he thinks out loud, it makes you blush. pink cheeks out for show and jungkook thinks you look even cuter. he dives in for one more kiss, telling himself this will be the last one, but when you make sweet noises against his lips, it has him wanting more. hands moving down to your waist, pulling you in and letting you climb onto his lap. he pulls away first, trying to get a hold of himself. “i uh— actually, didn’t plan for this to happen,“ he mumbles against your skin, tripping over his words. 

you look down, arms wrapped around his neck. “hm? what did you plan?” 

“we were supposed to kiss on the next date i take you on and i didn’t think— we’re just ahead of schedule, that’s all.” jungkook tries to explain that he didn’t want to rush it, god no. he wanted to take his time, make sure that you didn’t feel pressured to do anything. but now, it seems like you’re taking the wheel and jungkook doesn’t mind it one bit.

“oh so you had like a real plan? like times and everything?” the thought of it makes you laugh, and the way that jungkook flushes makes you want to pinch his cheeks. 

he pouts when you giggle, “don’t laugh, i just really, really wanted to do it right, you’re just so amazing and i didn’t wanna fuck it up.”

you smile at his concern. the fact that you have the uni heartthrob planning dates in his head down to the details and wanting to be sure he does it right makes your head spin. you hope jungkook doesn’t notice the way that your heart is beating three times the normal rate when you go to kiss him again. the only sounds in the car are labored breaths and your lips smacking together. it doesn’t take long before you’re grinding into him. his growing bulge rubbing against your soaking core. a groan leaving him when you grind particularly harder, his hands moving to your ass to grip it. you melt in his arms, small whimpers leaving your throat as jungkook drinks them up

you pull away from his lips, giving his cheeks attention then leaving a trail of kisses as you make your way to his ear. one final kiss is planted below his earlobe before you whisper, “am i ruining your plans, kookie?” 

jungkook tries his best to conceal his groan, tries his best to ignore his incredibly hard dick in his jeans, but you’re so pretty and you’re on top of him, kissing him. it feels like a dream to jungkook. it is quite literally a dream come true. 

he was already playing with fire, your body a flame in the cold, he moves closer and closer until he burns. “fuck plans,” he breathes. a hand comes back to caress your face once again. filthy thoughts flooding his brain. he wonders what being in between your legs is like, what you sound like when you cum. he wants to make you cry and beg for his cock. but he holds himself back, knowing that you’ll have time to try everything out, if you wanted of course. he leans the both of you forward, his large hands splayed on your back to secure you on his lap. your lips find each other once more. “can i touch you?” he asks so sweetly, a hidden poison weaving through that you can slightly hear through the deep rumble of his voice. 

you’ve never wanted anything more. “please,” you nod. your lips chasing his when he pulls further away. 

jungkook smiles at the action. “lay on my lap, baby.” he instructs, tapping your thigh. the nickname rolling off his tongue, his voice seemingly dropping an entire octave. you raise your leg and move it over to sit on his lap, sideways. your back against the car door and his right hand rubbing your thighs ever so gently. 

“like this?” you ask, looking to him for reassurance. he looks to you with eyes that you’ve never seen, lusted and dark. 

“mhm, perfect,” he nods. “good girl.” the praise goes straight to your belly, your panties flooding from how much you want him. his hands move slowly down your inner thighs as he goes in to kiss you again. 

you’re absentmindedly spreading your legs, making room for him. he smirks against your lips when he realizes. he knows what you want, so his fingers move to your panties, lightly putting pressure over your clothed bud. you whimper at the feeling, biting his lip in the process. he moans in response, putting a little more pressure against your bundle of nerves. 

“jungkook,” you whine, pulling away from his lips, “please.” 

“please what, baby?” he kisses your cheek, “tell me what you want.”  

“please touch me, please.” you beg, making eye contact with him. jungkook’s dick twitches at the sound of your begging. he wanted to string you along a little longer, but you’re being so good. 

“since you asked so nicely, baby,” he obliges. bunching your dress up around your waist and noticing the pretty black lace underwear you were wearing, “for me?” he asks. you nod, your teeth taking in your bottom lip. he groans at the thought, you getting ready and picking out these cute, risque panties out just for him. it’s just too bad they’re gonna be on the floor on his car. he’s gonna need to ask for a rain check on admiring you and your cute underwear later.  

you lift your hips to help him, underwear coming off to reveal your soaking pussy. “oh, fuck,” jungkook murmurs at the sight of it. “you’re so wet baby.” he almost starts drooling, he can’t wait to taste you, but he’s still hesitant, only wanting to do what you want to. next time, he can eat you out. right now, he’ll admire the delicious sight and make you cum on his fingers. 

your eyes travel to the window directly in front of you, suddenly feeling insecure. thighs closing, thinking about how someone could look in and see. “what about the windows—“ 

“they’re tinted, no one can see from the outside in, i promise.” he reassures, giving you another sweet kiss on the cheek before asking, “do you still want to do this? we can stop now.” he’s so lovely, his concern and change in demeanor only making you want it more, knowing that he wouldn’t want to push you to do something you were uncomfortable with. sweet was sexy on jungkook. you never thought there would be a day that jeon jungkook fingers you in a parking lot of a five star restaurant, but here you are. and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

so you shake your head, taking his hand, and placing it back in between your legs. “please.” 

“anything for you.” he whispers in your ear before running his middle finger up your slit, collecting your wetness, and spreading it around your clit. he continues making tight circles on your clit, the sensation drives you crazy. you lean your head back against the window, moaning out. it was almost humiliating how reactive you were, you hadn’t indulged in this kind of intimacy in a while, almost a year to be specific. 

it wasn’t helping that jungkook was a fucking pro. the right amount of pressure and the placement of his digits against you has you dripping onto his nice, dress pants. you hoped nobody else was in the parking garage, else they would hear your cries of jungkook’s name. “more, kookie, more— fuck.” 

“more baby?” he questions, the sound of your moans going straight to his already hard dick. he thinks he could cum just to the sound of your voice. he’s one hundred percent fucked when it comes to you. he dips his middle finger into your hole, you gasp in reaction. “like that? hmm? ” 

jungkook knew was he was doing, he had you spread wide in the backseat of his car, already on the verge on an orgasm. he had a few years of experience on his belt, a ‘retired fuck boy’ he was, but he’s never wanted to please somebody more than he does right now with you. you just looked so pretty like this, so eager and begging for more. 

he adds his ring finger now, his thumb against your clit. “oh, god—“ you mutter, the feeling of his fingers and his thumb on your clit is too good. his fingers fucking you better than anyone else’s dick ever has. you found yourself bucking your hips against his fingers. “kookie, kiss me, please,” you look up to him with the eyes he can never fucking deny. so he kisses you, drinking up your moans as you fuck yourself up onto his fingers. 

“i didn’t know you were such a dirty girl,” he murmurs against your lips. your walls clenching around him, “letting me touch you like this in the backseat of my car?” his usual sweet demeanor now contorting into this cocky guy with an ego. it makes you even wetter. the squelch of your pussy every time his fingers push in is loud, the sound is music to jungkook’s ears. 

“only— only for you, jungkook,” you whimper.  you feel a familiar knot in your stomach tighten. he looked so hot like this. eager to please. his bottom lip caught in his teeth and a strand of his long hair dangling in front of his eyes. 

“good girl, all mine,” he kisses your neck. it may seem just like something you say during sex, but jungkook wanted it to be true. wanted you and only you. all to himself. he makes his way to a sweet spot, the feeling makes you tilt your head, giving him more access to kiss and suck along the sensitive skin. the discomfort of your back against the hard door was the last of your worries. your orgasm creeping closer and closer, juices leaking all overs his fingers. “so wet baby,” he growls, “i know i could just slide in, fuck you so good.” 

“p-please, i want it.” the thought of jungkook fucking you senseless, oh, you’d go crazy. begging wasn’t something you did when it came to sex, most of the time it was quiet, moans and breaths were the only things that you’d hear, no dirty words or praises. it was a good change, you never thought that you’d be so into being talked through it. 

he smiles at your eagerness, “patience baby, gotta take you on another date, yeah?” kissing your pursed lips. always so sweet and lovely. 

you feel his fingers push a little deeper, curling to find that sweet spot inside of you. your reaction does something to him, makes him hit the exact same spot, over and over again, in a slow, torturous beat just so he can draw those delicious gasps and moans out of you. jungkook feels close. he’s never felt like this before, so wound up. he ignores it, pushing it to the back of his head to focus on helping you reach your climax. 

lucky for jungkook, he didn’t have to wait very long. his fingers were longer and a thicker than yours, his efforts making you get there faster than you ever could. the consistent deep strokes of his fingers make the warning signals go off in your head. you speak a verbal warning before, “fuck, i’m gonna cum,” your voice pitches a little higher than usual. 

“gonna cum all over my fingers, baby?” he gives you one last sloppy kiss before you’re moaning out and coming onto his fingers, eyes screwed shut as your walls convulse rapidly as his fingers fuck you through your orgasm. “fuck, you’re so hot, ___.” 

you feel a smile break on your face. “you’re not so bad yourself,” you wink, still trying to catch your breath. a laugh slips from his mouth, small smirk on his mouth to match. he slips his fingers out, your body twitching at the over stimulation. 

 “i’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes. inspecting his fingers, your pale almost-white cum coating the digits. he brings them to his mouth, sucking on your sweet sap. you’ve never seen anything hotter in your life. “sweet, just like you,” he smirks. you shrink in his stare, hiding your blush. like you totally didn’t just cum on his fingers. 

you’re distracted by the feeling of something hard resting under your thigh, it’s then that you realize, “what about—“ you start but jungkook cuts you off quick. 

“no, no, it’s okay, it’ll go away soon.” he shakes his head, but you furrow your eyebrows. 

you pull on his black tie, making him lean forward and make eye contact with you “can i?” you ask, so sweetly. 

he stares at you with the most sexed eyes you’ve ever witnessed. “you’re driving me crazy.” 

“you’re always so sweet to me, jungkook,” you kiss his cheek. readjusting yourself in his lap, straddling him once more. “took me on this amazing dinner, always treating me like a princess.” your lips travel down from his cheeks to his jawline, then to his neck. he shudders at the feeling of your lips against his sensitive skin. your hands move from around his neck to travel further down, to the latch of his belt. his breath hitches. “let me return the favor, kookie.”

“i—“ he laughs, the embarrassment evident in the pink tint on his face. “i won’t last very long.” 

you didn’t mind, just assuring him with a sweet kiss on the cheek before you start removing his belt. jungkook leans his head back on the headrest, his neck exposed for you to kiss and suck. you unbutton and unzip, pulling his pants and his boxers down at the same time. his size makes your eyes bulge. he was huge. your mouth waters at the sight. 

“you’re so big, kook.” you egg him on, fueling his ego because he just looked so hot. your hand moves to hold him at the base, he lets out a shaky breath when your soft skin meets his. jungkook’s head is in the clouds, he could cum right now if he let go, but he’s holds himself back, not wanting to look like a fool in front of you. your hand moves up his dick, your thumb collecting the precum dripping from his hole, your thumb running over his slit as he groans. 

his hips buck up, “shit, baby.” he just sounds so good. you could just lick him up. you collect some saliva in your mouth, letting it drip from your mouth onto his dick to lube your hand. he groans at the sight, “you’re so filthy, baby, holy shit.” 

you smirk at the admission, the spit making it so easy for your hand to glide against his cock. the feeling makes him throw his head back again. his chest rising and falling.  the picture of him with his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his mouth agape makes your lower belly light up once more, you clench around nothing. leaning in as you pump his cock to whisper in his ear, “wanna fuck me so bad? have me crying on your cock? you want that, don’t you, kookie?” 

jungkook twitches at your words. that’s exactly what he wants. was he that easy to read? was that what you wanted too? the thought of it makes him want to explode, “oh— god, ffuck— fuck,” he sputters. his hand coming up to hover above his head, your hand still pumping as the spurts of his cum shoot out. you smile at the action, knowing he didn’t wanna fuck up your dress. instead just making a mess of him and his hand. he takes deep breaths before speaking, “there’s a little box of tissues in the center console, could you hand it to me, baby?” 

you lean back, opening the console and reaching for the small box that sits in the center. before you give it to him, your eyes flicker to the sticky mess all over jungkook’s hand and groin. a sudden urge to lick takes you over, holding jungkook’s hand and bringing it up to your mouth. you lick the dripping cum from the palm of his hand as he watches, maintaining eye contact the entire time. 

jungkook shivers, a smile creeping on his face, “you— you’re evil.” the remark makes you laugh. 

“sorry, just wanted to help clean up.” you smile, swallowing the cum you collected on your tongue. 

“yeah, yeah, you’re not the sweet girl i thought you were,” jungkook quirks a brow. 

you roll your eyes playfully, “you don’t like it?” 

“nope, i love it, you’re perfect.” jungkook wipes off the remaining mess from his lap and his hand. you help him clean up tissues and he picks up your panties that were discarded on the floor. the two of you fix yourselves before stepping out of the back seat, jungkook opens the passenger door for you before he goes to a trashcan and throws away the soiled tissues. 

he joins you back in the car, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. you were rambling about how happy you were that no one was around and how there were no security cameras in the parking garage. jungkook blabbers too, telling you about how embarrassed he is that he barely lasted a few minutes. before the two of you knew it, his car parked in front of your apartment complex. 

he stands outside of your front door, leaning against the doorframe. all dreamy and not like he just made you cum in the backseat of his car. “text me before you sleep?” he smiles. 

you nod, “of course,” reflecting the same smile. you wave before closing your door. the date being more than you ever expected. there was no way jungkook was real. he had to be a figment of your imagination, he was the absolute dream guy. 

you lay in bed, staring at the stars on your ceiling. a blush creeping up to your cheeks once more when you think about the events that took place tonight. 

[11:02 pm] you: thank you for tonight, jungkook 

[11:02 pm] you: it was magical <3 

[11:03 pm] jungkook: no problem cutie, i had an amazing time with you

[11:04 pm] jungkook: feeling okay? 

[11:06 pm] you: i’m great!!! more than okay

[11:07 pm] jungkook: 😂

[11:07 pm] jungkook: i’m glad cutie

[11:08 pm] you: lunch on me next time? now that you’ve taken me for dinner :) 

[11:08 pm] jungkook: sure, i’m down :) 

[11:09 pm] you: i’m rlly tired kookie 

[11:10 pm] you: gonna head to sleep now 

[11:10 pm] jungkook: alright cutie 

[11:11 pm] jungkook: sweet dreams! 

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[redrobin-detective]

The late Daniel Fenton

It was shaping up to be a beautiful if chilly December day and Casper High, as always, was bustling. It was 7:49 and class was about to start. The teacher watched the last few kids stumbling in at various levels of wakefulness. He already knew who would be the ones to rush in after the bell but that was alright. Life was too short to stress about being a few minutes late to class, especially in Amity Park of all places.

He looked up to see Madison, one of his shyer students walk in before making a beeline for his desk. She was biting her lip and nervously rubbing her hand down her skirt. “Hey,” she began quietly.

“Good morning. What’s up, Mads?” He asked casually. She looked upset, he could probably put on a video for the class if she needed to talk. They really needed a permanent counselor but the constant ghost attacks ran off most of them so he’d taken up the unofficial mantle. It felt good to help his students like that, make up for past wrongs.

“Are we um, expecting any new students?” She asked, her eyes darting over to the door she’d just come through. “Any transfers, exchange students or anything like that?”

“No,” the teacher frowned. “Amity isn’t the kind of place people transfer into. Why?”

“There’s a kid in the hallway,” she mumbled. “I don’t recognize him, he’s got a backpack and everything but he’s... I don’t know he doesn’t feel right.”

“Oh you’re talking about that weird dark haired kid,” Kyle said as he entered and sat down with a slouch. But even the class slacker looked unusually tense. “Dude’s creepy, can’t put my finger on why but he definitely doesn’t belong.”

“Oh,” was all the teacher had to say. Suddenly he realized how cold the classroom had become, the uncomfortable feeling that was pressing ever so slightly down on them. “I suppose it makes sense, the ghosts have been quiet lately with the Truce and all. He probably got bored.”

“Sir?” Madison said.

“Shannon,” he said instead, looking over at the frizzy haired girl hunched over her sketchbook furiously at work. “Would you do me a favor and move to the vacant seat in the second row? Just for today.”

“What? Why?” the girl whined even as she gathered up her various arts supplies and got ready to move.

“That’s Mr. Fenton’s seat,” he said taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes in preparation for what he was about to see. Danny would come here, of course he would. This was Lancer’s old classroom and Danny had him for first period English Lit. He and Dash both did.

“Mr. Baxter? What’s going on, is it a ghost?” Malik asked from the back row while Shannon shuffled to her new temporary seat.

“Yes but you don’t need to be scared,” he said softly, evenly. “He won’t hurt you.” The bell rang but Dash didn’t start the lesson. Instead, he waited. Danny had never been on time to class the entire time Dash had known him, of course death wouldn’t change that.

“Sorry, I’m late Mr. Lancer,” Dash gripped his desk so he didn’t jump when Danny Fenton simply appeared in front of his desk instead of walking through the door like any other student. “My folks couldn’t drive me, they’re still working on their stupid ghost portal.” A quick glance over at this class showed varying levels of fear, shock and curiosity but they were Amity kids through and through. The cold, powerful energy radiating off Fenton told them it was best to play along with whatever the ghost wanted.

“Perfectly alright Mr. Fenton,” Dash said softly, searching the 14 year old’s perpetually young face. He hadn’t changed a bit since Dash last saw him their second week of freshman year. It seemed unreal seeing how the years had taken their toll on Casper’s favorite son, Dash Baxter. God had they really been that young once? “Take a seat and we’ll get started.”

Danny shrugged and walked over to the seat Shannon had just vacated. He sat just the same, one leg stretched out and the other propped up against the leg of the desk. As soon as he took off the backpack and put it around the chair, it disappeared. He didn’t say anything else, just sat as stared at Dash with piercing blue eyes like he could see right through him.

“We had been talking about the lead up to the Civil War but let’s table that for today,” Dash said, proud his voice only wavered a little. He knew other people had seen Fenton around town. Lina saw him standing outside the Nasty Burger maybe five or so years ago. Dale, who used to live near Fenton Works swore he sometimes saw someone moving through the windows of the long abandoned house. He’d always secretly dreaded the thought of seeing Danny Fenton again, afraid he’d finally get was coming to him.

“Instead, we’re going to talk about local history,” he continued, not daring to take his eyes off the undead teen. Every other living student was tense, afraid. He wished he could assure them that the ghost wouldn’t lay a hand on them. In the event Fenton decided to ditch the hero schtick, it would be Dash and Dash alone he’d come after. “Amity Park has long had rumors of being haunted dating all the way back to the 1600s. It wasn’t until the last century that scientists determined that Amity Park is located on top of a thin spot between our world and the ghost realm. Natural portals form here all the time allowing spirits to pass through.”

No one spoke and barely anyone breathed except for Danny would wasn’t breathing at all. He just sat and stared at Dash with steady, unblinking eyes.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton were the scientists who discovered the weak point in reality in Amity. They devoted their entire life to the study of ghosts and made remarkable advancements in our knowledge of ectobiology and culture, the first being,” he paused as Danny cocked his head in confusion, squinting his eyes suspiciously at Dash. “The first being their manmade portal to the ghost zone. The portal remained active for almost two decades for research purposes but was shut down following their deaths.”

“You’re not Mr. Lancer,” Danny said suddenly, his eyes shifting from baby blue to an ectoplasmic green. Marty, who was sitting to the left of Danny, swallowed a squeak of fear and squeezed his eyes shut.

“No,” Dash sighed, “Lancer died almost thirty years ago now. Best teacher I ever had, he gave me his blessing when he passed on the job to me.”

“I,” the ghost ran his hand through his hair which was starting to lose its color. Seeing Fenton looking so scared and confused made him ache. It reminded him of old times. Dash had spent most of his life making sure he helped hurt kids if only to make up for the one he’d never been able to make it up to. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay, Danny,” he soothed. “I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“The portal, it wasn’t working at first,” Danny justified, his aura glowing a little more. “Sam and Tuck, they were curious. They wanted to look but I told them it wasn’t allowed, Sam, Sam she dared me to go in. I put on the hazmat suit and went inside and found the on button inside. I accidentally hit it and-” he paused midsentence and looked down at his hands. They weren’t pale flesh anymore but covered in white gloves. The black was completely bleached from his hair. A few of the students gasped as they saw the strange would be student melt into Phantom, the ghostly hero who’d been protecting their town since their parents were young. “I died.”

So much time had gone by. People were born and people were buried and the truth became distorted until it was just a legend passed jokingly around cafeteria lunch tables. Amity’s youth had forgotten their town’s history until it was sitting in a desk, trying once more to be one of them.

“You did,” Dash said sadly. He remembered hearing the news of Fenton's death. An assembly had been called the morning after the accident. Lancer had cried at the podium, Manson and Foley hadn’t returned to school for a week and had never been the same again. Dash hadn’t known what to think at the time, only that the kid he’d beat up for the crime of being different would never show up to school again. Or so he’d thought. “It was a tragedy, you were mourned by a lot of people.”

“I know you, don’t I?” Danny said quietly before he sat up straighter. “Dash?”

“In the flesh,” Dash grinned shakily.

“But you’re so old,” Danny said, once more distressed. “Your hair is grey and there’s wrinkles on your face and-and you’re a teacher now?” The last line was said with incredulity, his eyes flaring again. “You used to push me down the stone steps of the school and shove me into my locker and call me names.”

“Yeah, I did,” he sighed, feeling every one of his years. He was pushing 70 but he didn’t think he’d ever stop feeling like a stupid 14 year old who took out his frustrations on the ones who didn’t deserve it. “But you were the last; I never touched another kid again. I’m married now, four kids. I’m vice principal now, teach History and coach the school’s football team. It’s,” his voice caught again, still unable to process how young and stupid Fenton looked sitting there like no time had passed at all. It made Dash feel like all his accomplishments and attempts to be better would never amount to anything so long as his last victim roamed the earth unable to find peace. “It doesn’t fix what I did back then but I make damn sure that there won’t be any bullying at Casper so long as I’m here.”

“Huh,” Danny said, slouching once more in his seat but it looked less like his earlier teenage laziness and more weary. He and Dash were the same age after all, just because only one of them got old doesn’t mean time didn’t still affect them. “You did change, a lot of things did.” Danny looked down at the desk, “how long has it been?”

“Almost 50 years,” Dash sighed. “My wife wants me to retire but I guess I always find more things to do.” He paused then decided it was now or never. “I’m sorry Danny, for hurting you back then. I wish I'd gotten to know you better.”

For just a moment, Danny was perfectly clear. Even half floating out of his chair and looking like the local celebrity, his eyes were so painfully human. A boy killed before he ever got a chance to get started. Who’s will to protect was so strong it lasted half a century. It haunted him late at night to think of the glory and power of Phantom overshadowing just how incredible Danny Fenton had been. Not that anyone had seen it at the time. Soon there wouldn’t be anyone left to remember that quiet, kind teenager and then Danny Fenton really would be dead. Kill him just as thoroughly as that portal had.

The moment was broken by a breath of cold leaking out of the ghost’s lips and, just like that, his highschool classmate was gone and Phantom was left in his stead. He looked curiously around the classroom as if he didn’t know how he’d gotten there.

“There’s a ghost, stay here and don’t leave unless the fighting gets too close. I’ll get it though, don’t worry. No kids are dying today.” Maybe it was Dash’s imagination but he thought he saw Phantom’s eyes linger on him for an extra moment, trying to place where he knew the teacher from. Dash just smiled.

“Our lives are in your hands. Good luck, Phantom,” the ghost teen saluted before fading away entirely. Dash let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, suddenly exhausted but also lighter at the same time. It wasn’t every day you got to look your mistakes in the face and apologize. “Shannon, you can move back now.”

“No, I’m okay here,” Shannon said as she flipped to a new page in her sketchbook and looked intently at the spot where Fenton had once sat. “It’s like you said, that’s Danny’s seat.”

“I had no idea, Phantom’s been around for like, ever,” Freddie mumbled, pushing up his glasses. “But he used to be just like us.” And still was, Dash thought sadly. Danny would never grow old, never go to space like he’d always dreamed or marry Manson like he’d probably intended to. He was stuck, in more ways than one for who knows how long.

“Yes, that’s why it’s important to know your history. The Civil War and my other lessons are important but we can’t forget these smaller, more intimate histories. If we lose these lessons to time then we risk repeating the same mistakes over again.” He looked his students in the eyes, holding their attention.

“So we’ll continue today with the local history. Before he was ghost butt kicking superhero, Phantom was Danny Fenton, son of the local ghost hunters and a bit of an outcast in town. The Daniel Fenton Foundation was founded about a year after his death and was-”

[intheticklecloset]

Natural (Fire Force)

Summary: Viktor admits to Shinra that he hates his natural laugh. This, of course, is a huge mistake.

A/N: My first full-length Fire Force fic! I honestly think Shinra and Viktor are tied for my favorite character from the series, and when I thought "I want to write for them!" this was the result! Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 2,015

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“Shinra?”

Shinra snapped out of his wandering thoughts, his eyes glancing up to lock with those of Viktor Licht’s. As soon as he saw the scientist’s confused but amused look, he knew he’d been caught staring. He blushed and cleared his throat.

“Is there something you want to say to me?” Viktor asked.

“N-No. I’m sorry, I was just…thinking.” Shinra’s eyes flicked back down to the taller man’s torso and frowned, suddenly seeming concerned. “Do you eat?”

Taken by complete surprise, Viktor blinked a few times. “What? Of course I do.”

“But you’re so little.” Shinra caught himself. “Ah! Not that that’s a bad thing!”

Viktor shrugged nonchalantly. “I guess I’m just naturally slender. I’ve been this way my whole life. But I do eat, I promise.”

Shinra nodded, relieved. Still, he couldn’t help but take a step closer. “I feel like I could break one of your ribs with my thumb.” Without entirely realizing what he was doing, he reached beyond Viktor’s lab coat to grab onto his ribs, his thumb digging in deep between them.

At the loud shriek Viktor let loose, for a horrifying moment Shinra thought he actually had broken his rib that easily. But when he saw the enormous grin on his friend’s face, he paused while his brain did a U-turn and started running off in the opposite direction.

“Dude, what was that?” the fire soldier asked, a devilish grin beginning to creep across his face. “Are you ticklish?”

“No!” Viktor protested in a cracking voice, another surprised cry escaping him when Shinra grabbed onto both sets of ribs this time. The scientist’s knees gave out immediately; he struggled to remain upright as he pushed and shoved weakly at his assailant, unstoppable giggles flowing out of him like a river from a burst dam. “StohohoHOHOP it—!” He slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle himself, twisting and writhing in Shinra’s grasp.

Shinra laughed along with him. “You’re so easy to tickle! You’re all ribs, Viktor!”

Viktor snorted through his cackles, instantly looking mortified and torn between covering up his face entirely or trying to push Shinra away even harder.

“Was that a snort?” Shinra teased, grinning at him. “That was hilarious!”

Viktor reached down and grabbed onto his wrists desperately, digging his nails into Shinra’s skin as he screamed, “STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

Shinra stopped, a jolt of panic shooting through him. Viktor’s voice had come out sounding so scared – and now the man was shoving away from him, turning his back, wrapping his arms around himself protectively. The fire soldier felt awful. “I’m…I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have stopped the first time you said to. I didn’t know…”

Viktor remained silent.

Shinra bowed in apology. “I’m sorry, Viktor. Really.”

“It’s fine,” the scientist murmured, though it was clear from his small voice that it wasn’t fine. “Guess you know what my stupid laugh sounds like now. Can’t change that.”

“Stupid?” Shinra straightened, frowning. “Your laugh isn’t stupid.”

“Yes, it is.” Viktor finally turned back around slightly, enough for the fire soldier to see his face. “You heard it. It’s messy and dorky. It’s not attractive at all.”

“Whaaaat? Are you being serious right now? Your laugh is awesome!”

Viktor sighed. He leaned down to begin picking up the papers he’d dropped in his frenzy to get away. “You don’t have to be nice about it. I know it sounds bad.”

Shinra frowned. He walked up to Viktor and shook him by the shoulder, making him look up. “Viktor. Your laugh is not stupid. It’s awesome. I really like it.”

Viktor’s eyes didn’t change; a clear sign that he was unmoved by the proclamation. “Help me pick these up, would you?”

With a frown, Shinra did as he was asked. The two of them worked in silence for a long moment as they picked up the scattered papers together. Viktor was reaching to take the stack Shinra offered him when the fire solider suddenly pulled them out of his grasp and asked, “Do you seriously hate your laugh that much?”

Viktor pressed his lips together. He reached out his hand, waiting expectantly. Finally Shinra handed him the stack, and the scientist spoke. “When I’m being tickled, I can’t control my laughter like I can in other situations. It comes out differently and it sounds awful. I know it does. I don’t hate my laugh…just the one I can’t control.”

“So, your natural laugh.” Shinra crossed his arms. “But I’m telling you, your laugh doesn’t sound stupid. It’s great! I love hearing people’s uncontrollable laughter. It’s different for everyone. Yours is all over the place because that’s just who you are. You don’t hate who you are, do you?”

Viktor placed his papers on his desk, sighed, and gave Shinra a resigned look. “No.”

“Good.” Flashing a smile, he continued, “Do you not like being tickled in general, or just because it makes you laugh uncontrollably? If you don’t like it at all, I promise I’ll never do it again.”

“…and if it’s just because of my laugh?”

Shinra grinned even wider. “Then I’m going to tickle you again. Right now.”

Viktor’s eyes widened. He took a step back, a faint pink blush tinting his cheeks. “W-Well, I wouldn’t say I like it or anything, but I don’t really hate it either, so…b-but that’s not an invitation to try anything! I’m just explaining the facts…”

He was rambling, which meant he was feeling more like himself again, which immediately put Shinra at ease.

“Sorry, Licht,” he said, cracking his knuckles, “but I’m afraid I have to do this. For science.”

Viktor was expecting Shinra to come at him directly, so he flinched, letting out a yelp. He was not at all prepared for the ground to fall out from under him when the fire soldier swept his feet off the floor, making him crash in a heap. Before he could sit up again, Shinra flipped him over onto his stomach, grabbed his arms, and pinned his wrists behind his back, holding them firmly in place.

“Shinra!” Viktor squeaked, struggling uselessly in his friend’s iron grip. “W-What are you doing?”

Shinra settled himself in a loose straddle over Viktor’s hips, reaching down with his free hand to dig into his unprotected ribs. “I told you, I’m tickling you again.”

Now unable to get away at all or cover up his embarrassing laughter, Viktor squealed and exploded with screechy, uncoordinated giggles, kicking his legs behind him desperately. He’d barely begun laughing before he was snorting again – this time consistently along with the rest of his hysterics.

“S-SHIHIHINRA!!” he cried, trying to hide his face by pressing his forehead to the floor but finding that his body was reacting on its own now, keeping him turned to the side so he could gasp in more oxygen to laugh with. “EHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! NOT THE RIHIHIHIHIHIHIBS!!”

“They seem to be pretty ticklish, though,” Shinra teased with a shrug. “And it’s making you laugh naturally, which is exactly what I want to hear.” Viktor snorted in the middle of a loud whine, making the fire soldier giggle along with him. “This is hilarious in the best way possible. I’m serious, Viktor – I really like your laugh. Your genuine laugh.”

The scientist kicked frantically, unable to do anything more than lay there and take it. He squealed and screeched and laughed and hiccupped and snorted – all of it random and uncoordinated and messy. He was thoroughly embarrassed, but Shinra seemed to genuinely be having a great time making him react this way. It was a weird, confusing combination of feelings all at once.

One thing he knew for sure, though – one thing that overrode everything else he was feeling – was that this tickled like crazy, and he was quickly becoming desperate for it to stop.

It was at this moment that Shinra decided to take it a step further. “Hey, does teasing work on you?”

“WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA?! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Viktor pleaded in a voice that clearly betrayed that it would, in fact, work on him.

“No? You sure?” Shinra quickly switched hands, reaching to tickle his friend’s other set of ribs, even beginning to scribble and dig up toward his underarms. “Do you have any more tickle spots? Hmm? Any place I should tickle you until there’s no tomorrow?”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHINRAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Viktor laughed so hard he practically wheezed, snorting loudly and blushing furiously when his friend giggled again.

“Well? Answer my question or I’ll find out for myself~” Shinra kept his arms pinned firmly behind his back as he rolled him onto his side just enough to scribble at his open belly and sides. “You’re not really protesting anymore~ Are you coming around to my way of thinking?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Now unable to hide his face even a little bit, Viktor’s dark blush and wide smile were on full display for Shinra to see. The fire soldier found his belly button and wiggled into it, making him spasm and laugh in his throat – yet another layer of his natural laugh to make him embarrassed beyond belief. “PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! LEHEHEHEHET ME GO, SHINRA – PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Hmm…” Shinra slowed his tickling to a gradual stop but never let go of his wiry friend. “I’ll stop if you really want me to, but I love all the different noises I’m getting out of you. I wonder if there’s a really good spot that’ll make you make a sound I haven’t heard before?”

“Y-You’re…enjoying this, aren’t you?” Viktor muttered between gasps for air, smiling ruefully. “I’m not surprised. You seem like the type to have fun tickling me to death.”

Shinra smirked at him. “To death? No way. Just until you’re laughing so hard you can’t even think about being embarrassed anymore.”

Viktor squirmed on the floor. “That’s enough experimenting for one day, don’t you think? Unless you intend to get it all out now and make it even worse for me later.”

In the silence that followed, the scientist slowly realized what he’d implied.

He snapped his eyes up to Shinra.

Shinra was grinning like the devil he was.

“T-That…I didn’t mean anything by that,” he said quickly, huffing into the floor. “Just let me go, all right? Please?”

“Are you sure you want me to?” Shinra chuckled, wiggling a finger into his navel again. “Sounds like you’re finally coming around.”

Viktor snorted another laugh, too weakened by the first round to do much more than squirm. “I tohohohold you I dihihidn’t hahahate it, but I dohohohohon’t love it, either! Thahahahat’s enough for todahahahahay! Please – eeep!” He squeaked when the fire soldier wiggled between his ribs again. “Plehehease let me go! Seheheheheriously! Shinra!”

“All right, all right,” Shinra relented with a grin, finally letting him go and climbing off of him. “I’ll let you go for now. But you have to promise you won’t be so mean to yourself anymore, okay?”

“W-What? Mean?” Viktor stammered, taking Shinra’s offered hand in confusion. He brushed the dirt from his lab coat.

“Please don’t be embarrassed by your natural laugh, Viktor,” Shinra said sincerely. “I really like it. It’s fun to listen to. Even more fun to tickle out of you~”

“Don’t—!” Viktor scrambled back when his friend wiggled his fingers at him again, a smile on his face despite himself. “You really are a devil.”

“That’s what they keep saying.” Shinra chuckled. “Might as well play it up a little.”

“Just don’t get in over your head.” Viktor’s sudden confidence threw Shinra off a little, making him blink in confusion at the smirk the scientist wore now. “I might be a little uncomfortable with tickling since it makes me laugh uncontrollably, but I have no problem whatsoever turning the tables on folks who deserve it.”

Shinra laughed. The threat was the furthest thing from scary coming from Viktor Licht, but he was happy to see his friend acting more like himself with every minute that passed. “Yeah? I’d like to see you try and take me down.”

Viktor grinned at him, and Shinra couldn’t be happier to be the cause of that smile.

[shirophantomvox]

Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, and Chrollo Head Canons #2

What’s up y’all! Thank you so much to the people who have given me feedback about what posts you all would like to see! This post will be about the “Adult Trio” and Leorio about how they would help their significant other with a subject in college. This one is a good suggestion! I’m going to incorporate fluff in this, as I am a sucker for fluff. I hope you all enjoy this! I most certainly do. This post is about 2687 words but don't worry, it's worth the read! These head canons came from my mind its a coincidence that some of these pictures match the thoughts. Portentous (old English) means wonderful or marvelous (in modern English) FYI: I am thinking about creating a discord server for both Voltron and Hunter x Hunter fans. I don’t know how to use the fancy perks of discord yet, so if you know how to and can help me out, send me a message! Alright, let’s get to it! Obviously these images are from Pinterest.

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Leorio

“Mr. Leorio”, as we all know, is a sharp guy. He dresses in a suit, carries a suitcase, and wants to be a doctor. This man knows everything about academics, especially math and science. He will need to know these subjects to be a successful medical doctor.

Leorio received an A- in Calculus II and a B+ in Organic Chemistry. He was the only one that passed with flying colors while everyone else barely made it. He didn’t gloat in their faces but as soon as he got into the hallway he jumped for joy.

He was extremely happy about his progress and counted the days until graduation even though that was in 5 years. Wow! Don’t we love graduate school?!

He deserved the high grades because he spent countless nights studying missing parties, football games, and being with you just to make sure he was on the right track to graduating on time.

As we all know, Leorio wanted to pursue this career because he witnessed his best friend dying in front of him powerless to save him. The care for his friend would have been too expensive. Obtaining his degree was in honor of his friend; he’d save countless children, women, and men who’d all thank him for his hard work.

Leorio didn’t socialize much, but he did find himself hanging around a group of classmates that were a part of a co-ed fraternity that provided information on scholarship money for graduate school and job opportunities. This is where he met you. You didn’t want to be a doctor but instead wanted to be a computer scientist and decided to volunteer for this fraternity job fair.

As he rejoiced, his smile faded when he saw you walking down the hallway; tears falling from your face not caring who stared at you. He quickly walked up to you, put his arm around your back, and gave you a soft hug.

“What’s the matter,” he asks.

You were failing Calculus, a class you’ve been taking since the 12th grade but for some reason, you couldn’t pass it. Everyone else had A’s and B’s, while you had a D. D’s aren't accaetable in college; most make you retake the class.

“Don’t worry. I’ve just passed my midterm. I can help you study. You’ll pass; trust me.”

Later on that evening, he kept his promise but gave it a unique twist. He kept the lights off and lit 4 Yankee-sized candles in the room that smelled like Lavender. In the background, he had piano jazz playing on his speaker. You felt confused for a moment. You and Leorio weren’t necessarily dating but you both flirted with each other here and there. He wasn’t a social butterfly, but he felt comfortable talking to you.

“Um...what’s the music for?”

“It helps me concentrate. Believe it or not, it helps my brain flow. You like it don’t you?”

“No, actually I don’t.” Truth be told you loved it but you wanted to pull his strings a little. He looked up with a confused look.

“Ok. I’ll turn it off.”

“I'm kidding! It’s great!”

Whenever he cannot solve a Calculus question, he reviews similar problems from Algebra II. He applies this knowledge to your problem.

“Perform the indicated function evaluations for f(x)=3−5x−2x^2 . I’ll solve the first part for an example: f(6+t) simply means you will exchange “x” for 6+t. It will look like f(6+t)=3-5(6+t)-2(6+t)^2=-49 . You’d distribute -5 and -2 to the numbers inside of the brackets in which they are next to.”

Wow, that was easy! Wait, not he must think you’re stupid.

“You must think I’m stupid, don’t you?”

“Of course not! It took me a while to understand it too. You’ll apply the same knowledge for the rest.”

After what seemed like 4 hours (which was 2), you finally finished your homework! It was probably wrong but at least you made it past the 1st question! As you blew out the candles and turned on your LED lights instead, you see Leorio sleeping on your couch. Something about his soft face made you smile and place your hand over your heart.

“My little doctor,” you whispered to yourself.

“Well, come give this doctor some company then. I’m freezing over here!”

The throw blanket was large enough for you both. Snuggling on the couch was a great end to a stressful day.

Chrollo

To everyone else Chrollo was “Boss” or “Boss Man” but to you, he was Chrollo. Big C was known for his love for poetry and language.

He read poetry any chance he had at lunch and even dinner. It had gotten so bad that you had to tell him for the millionth time “No books at the table!”

Given his past, he always read at least 2 hours a day or one book a week. Reading is what got him through the day.

He was staying in your dorm for the day to relax because he had taken and passed his midterms to. The young thief thought about hiding in the closet but he didn’t because he sensed that you’d be tense because of midterms.

As you walked through the door, you looked angry, so angry that you could punch a wall. He immediately rose to his feet, threw his arms straight out in front of him, and motioned for you to stop. You just stared at him blankly.

“Come here,” he said like you, on cue, melted in his arms. He was warm and the deepness of his cooing voice vibrated against your neck. “What’s the problem?”

“I’m failing this stupid Shakespeare class!”

“Really?”

“Yes and if I don’t pass this midterm I’m going to fail the class for the 3rd time. I want to drop out! Who needs this scam anyway?!”

Chrollo held you a bit longer until you were ready to sit down and get to business. You pulled out your college’s book about Shakespeare plays and how he used Old English. Chrollo was the perfect man for the job! He’s read Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet several times!

Chrollo read a few stanzas and explained them. He then had you read some on your own and explain them...still you can’t.

He notices the problem immediately. He catches you snuggling comfortably against his toned arm, nearly falling asleep.

Chrollo laid at the very corner of the couch as you lay horizontally placing your head against his chest. You were comfortable but you weren’t able to focus. He notices this and slightly demands that you go sit at the table. When it came to academics, he was serious.

For as long as he had been reading, he has an arsenal of vocabulary words ready to be of use. He created flashcards for you and had you flip them over for nearly an hour. You start to memorize the words!

But you’re not done yet.

“Say the word ‘portentous’.”

“Por-ten-trious…?”

“No. Por-ten-tas.”

“Tias…?”

He moved his chair next to you, just an inch away from your face. He cups your mouth and moves it as he speaks again. This wasn’t a hard clutch, it was soft and he wasn’t irritated but he could sense that you were becoming irritated.

“Por-ten-tas,” he said again.

Instead of letting your cheeks go, his eyes diverted to your lips. They were moist and plump, ready to be met by his.

“Your lips are gorgeous. Kisseth me quite quaint.”

Oh no. Look at the monster you’ve created.

Chrollo created a reward system. Whenever he did things right as a child, he was rewarded with money and jewels. For every word you pronounced and defined correctly, he kissed you once. For each word you got correct in a row, he’d kiss you twice.

Soon enough he had kissed you so much that you couldn’t see straight!

The kisses worked because you passed your midterm! Each kiss placed a stain in your brain that made you remember the definition and how to pronounce it.

You and Chrollo celebrated by drinking champagne and listened to him read Sonnet 23 and 57.

Hisoka

As unusual as it seems, Hisoka is gifted when it comes to Chemistry specifically. That is why you two work well together...there is some chemistry going on between you two.

His hair down and his glasses were his alter ego, it was something that made him act completely different than what you were used to.

When you all were freshmen, he would skip class, attend parties, and would be hungover almost every week but once he was called into the Dean’s office, he changed.

You slightly missed that edgy side of him, but you enjoyed having a serious beau.

Hisoka is a social butterfly and is the life of the conversation and you loved him for it but sometimes it was awkward.

While he was chatting away about Calcium (Ca) and Iron (Fe), you stood there nodding like an idiot. You had NO IDEA about what he was talking about and that is why you were going to drop your chemistry class.

“I saw an imbecile put aluminum foil in the microwave and it burst into flames. How did they not know that Microwaves are the radio waves falling under frequency around 2500 megahertz? Any metallic object detected by radio waves inside the microwave acts as a reflector of radio waves.”

You shove his arm hard. He was acting arrogant in front of his friends. You were used to this but it got on your nerves. You made mistakes, everyone does!...even those that almost burn down the entire dorm room.

You two leave the party and head to his dorm room. Once you were settled, you released a can of anger and threw it all over your boyfriend.

“Hisoka? You just humiliated me.”

“Oh? No one knows that I was talking about you, my dear.”

“Don’t ‘my dear’ me! I asked for your help and you’re ignoring me. I don’t appreciate that. I didn’t ignore you when you sprained your ankle, did I?”

“No, you didn’t, dear. I supposed I have a few hours to kill. What do you need help with?”

Hisoka’s way of studying was much different from other students. He exercises like crazy before he opens his textbook.

He listens to EDM instrumentals while on the treadmill and when he lifts weights. You weren’t standing there like a trophy, he made you lift too.

“Being healthy will help your brain flow more easily. Lift this dumbbell as heavy as you can.”

He ran a mile on the track upstairs. Sweat dripped from his face like he had been standing outside in the rain.

By the time you returned to his dorm, you were beyond tired. You laid your head on his pillow but just as you closed your eyes, he pulled you up on your feet.”

“Not on my watch,” he tutted. “It’s chemistry time.”

You were having trouble memorizing Chemical Formulas and this by far was the most difficult concept you had come across.

To make you stay awake, he turned on a bright LED light and faced it towards the table. The bright light nearly made your head fall off from the pain it reflected in your eyes.

Hisoka grabbed his book and began to write down the major chemicals on the periodic table and their charges.

“Pay attention to the following abbreviations and charges: Calcium is Ca, Chloride is Cl+2, Carbide is C+2, and Carbon Dioxide is CO+2. Read these over and I’ll test you again.”

He did just that but you still weren’t understanding. You were ready to give up.

Stupid scam. Why do I need a piece of paper to determine what I can do? You thought to yourself. Well, it’s obvious. If you can’t do the work now, what makes you think you can do it at a job? Harsh, I know.

“Let me try this,” He said. He carried you to his bedroom and gently placed you on it. He took off his shirt and removed his glasses. “Aluminum has a charge of +3 and Oxygen has -2. If there were three of me and two of my clones disappeared, how many of me are left?”

“Just you, right? One”

“Correct! Excellent.”

Wow, everything started making sense once he took his shirt off.

From then, he just inserted himself into the equation and then it started to make sense! He apologized for running his mouth earlier and promised to keep any more secrets between you two. The night ended with you sleeping in his bed wrapped in a cotton blanket just cuddling and that was it. And bam! You slept as sound.

Illumi

Dating the “hot” quiet history buff was a flex of its own. Sure Illumi didn’t talk to anyone besides you, but it didn’t matter. People swooned if he looked in their direction.

History was a popular major during your era. People were not like their grandparents; they wanted to learn about other cultures besides their own. Illumi’s specialty was in world history and civilizations. The class was very interesting to you but there was so much information, you could barely process it.

Illumi often wrote his essays in one day proofread and all! He often charged people to look their essays over.

One time he made $500 in one year!

Glancing at your transcripts, he notices that you have a C- and offers to help.

“Why are you looking through my stuff?”

Hey, he’s your boyfriend! But still, he should ask.

“Sorry. It was up on the screen,” he said, throwing his hands in the air.

You began to blush in embarrassment. The hottest smartest man in the building now knew that you were failing one of the easiest classes on campus.

Placing his thumb under your chin, he lifted your head to meet his gaze. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I can help you.”

“How? I am so behind! I zoned out after chapter 2!”

“We’ll watch a movie.”

“Oh, God! Not one from PBS is it?!”

“Yes. How else are you supposed to learn?”

He turns on the movie and allows you to lay your head on his shoulder but not too much. He is aware of your tricks and he wants you to pay attention.

Every 15 minutes, he pauses the movie and asks you checkpoint questions. If you got them wrong, you had to stand up with your underclothes on (t-shirt and shorts) in the cool room for 10 minutes. If you got the questions right, he allows you to lay more comfortably. You were already in your underclothes but you were under the blanket.

He made you write down key definitions and the embarrassment of each section.

After the movie, he blindfolds you and reads out a term. Surprisingly, you got them all correct!

As a reward for your past midterm, he takes you to dinner at a restaurant where he slips a promise ring on your finger containing your birthstone.

[ragingpancake]

McShep prompt: no regrets?

Thank you so much for the prompt! @gingerpolyglot I really appreciate you sending this to me!

The pain in his shoulder radiates outward until his whole arm feels like it’s on fire. They need to operate, to clean up the mess of splintered bone, fragments of bullet, but he refuses to let them put him under, not yet. Not when Ronon, Teyla and Rodney have yet to come back through the Gate. It’s only because he’d lost consciousness at some point or another that he’s here, pacing the gate room despite the way each painful step threatens to bring to him to tears. No one is talking, refusing to give up whichever Marine it had actually been who had dragged him through the Gate, leaving the rest of John’s people on the other side. Likely because they knew the soldier wouldn’t escape unscathed for ignoring the single, most important rule: we don’t leave people behind. It was meant to be a routine mission. A quick return to M5-X385 to check in on the Zamains and make sure they were settling in okay to their new settlement. It’d been fine at first, a cake walk really, until some faction of the old Zamani militia, pissed at being removed from their previous plant (despite the fact that it was, you know, showing signs of the beginning of an actual ice age), showed up. Their weapons were primitive, but effective. A bullet had caught him in the shoulder and while bullets had never taken John down before, the damn rock that conked him on the head from the damn trebuchet definitely had. He never would have left them. Never.

Ronon and Teyla, they could take care of themselves, John knew that. But Rodney… Rodney, who was never meant to be a soldier, Rodney who, most days couldn’t even get a handle on his own P-90… Rodney, who John had sworn to protect at all costs and not because he was honor bound to do so, but because… well, because it was Rodney, was still out there. He trusted Teyla and Ronon with his own life, trusted them with every single person on this base, but… But. Rodney. “Dial the gate, Chuck,” he snarls up to the control room, yanking the sling that Keller had fitted him with temporarily from around his neck and he has to bite back a strangled cry at the way it jostles his arm. He somehow manages to keep up that stoic façade, despite the pain, despite the worry gnawing away at his stomach. “Disregard that command, Chuck,” another voice rings out and John turns, glaring daggers at Colonel Carter. “I said dial the gate!” Sam takes the steps down into the Gate room two at a time, closing the distance between them, her own jaw set. “I let you convince me to allow you to remain out here until they get back, John, but I’m not letting you do this. You’re in no condition—” “They’re my people!” He bellows, “and if you think for one second that I’m going to—” The gate sounds, loud and echoing in the Gate Room and Carter steps back, pulling John with her. “I’m reading Teyla’s IDC!” Chuck calls down and John whirls on him angrily. “Lower the damn shield!” The moment it’s down, the trio comes running through the event horizon, followed closely by the marines Carter had sent in as reinforcements. Once everyone is through, the shield reactivates a split second before the gate dies and John realizes he’s been holding his breath. It comes out in a whoosh as he pushes through the small crowd, good arm gripping Rodney’s shoulder and it hits him in this moment that he could have lost Rodney and he thinks his knees are maybe about to give out when the scientist turns to him, blue eyes wide as he pulls John in for a bone crushing hug. “Oh thank God! I thought you died!” And John can’t stifle the cry that tears from his mouth this time as his shoulder explodes with pain. When he goes to his knees, Rodney follows him, careful to ease him down as Keller weaves her way through the group, medical team right behind her with a gurney meant for John. “I—I shouldn’t have left you,” John rasps as hands grab at him, but he pushes them away, eyes never leaving Rodney’s. “You went down so fast and, and, and there was blood and—” It’s Rodney’s hand this time on either side of John’s face. “I thought you died,” he says again and it’s too much in this moment, with the way Rodney’s looking at him and John can’t breathe and--. “Colonel,” Keller says urgently. “This can’t wait any longer. We need to get that shoulder--.” He doesn’t hear anything else though because he leans forward, shoulder be damned, and crushes his lips against Rodney’s. He savors it for about a half a second before he feels a prick in his arm and everything starts to go sideways. “Sheppard—” Rodney says as Keller’s team manhandles him onto the gurney and John can only watch through hazy vision as Teyla and Ronon help Rodney to his feet, Ronon’s hand clamped firmly on Rodney’s shoulder as if to keep him from chasing after him. I’m gonna beat the shit out of him later for that, John thinks, but it’s the last thought he has before darkness claims him. --- He wakes up in the infirmary and unsurprisingly, he’s not alone. Ronon’s sitting in the chair next to his bed, legs propped up on the edge while Teyla is at his feet, hands rubbing his ankle through the blanket. Rodney’s up somewhere near his head and John can feel the weight of his hand on his good shoulder. “’Thought you were gonna sleep forever,” Ronon says, dropping his feet and letting his chair tip back on to all four legs. “You should not have delayed your surgery, John,” Teyla admonishes gently and he wishes that they would at least wait until he’s fully awake before the

lectures start. “Yeah, but if he hadn’t, the whole Gate Room wouldn’t have gotten that show.” John blinks at Ronon maybe a little dumbly as Rodney’s cheeks pinken slightly. “Wha’—” John clears his throat. “What show?” “Oh, you know, the one where you tried to make out with McKay in front of everyone.” “Ronon,” Teyla chastises, but he grins at John. “Clearly, it was some sort of mixed reaction to the adrenaline decrease and, and, and probably blood loss,” Rodney explains and John can read it all over his face, even slightly high, that he thinks there has to be some reasonable explanation other than the fact that John just wanted to kiss him. Plain and simple. That he’s wanted to for the longest damn time, maybe since the first time Rodney showed him the Puddle Jumpers. The problem was never Rodney, it was always John, too emotionally stunted and stupid to act on what he wanted until he thought he might never get it again. “We don’t need to keep harping on it and embarrassing the Colonel,” Rodney huffs but he slouches down in his chair a little miserably. “No regrets, McKay,” John says, and he would shrug like it was no big deal if he thought he could move his shoulder without puking all over his team. But it has its desired effect because Rodney sits up so quickly that he very nearly drops his tablet. “I—what?” “Well,” John amends, feeling his eyelids growing heavier by the moment, “maybe just one.” His head lulls to the side and he gives Rodney a lopsided smile. “Probably shoulda done that sooner.” And Ronon laughs out loud, clapping his hands together like this is the best thing he’s ever heard. “Told you!” He crows. “I told you! You owe me a beer!” Teyla rolls her eyes but she does so with a smile as she rises, swatting Ronon’s legs. “We should leave you to rest, John. I am very glad that you are alright.” Ronon is still grinning broadly, even as Teyla ushers him away, but not before he claps Rodney on his shoulder roughly. “Did you… do you mean that?” Rodney asks, oddly quiet and John doesn’t know when his eyes closed, but he has to open them again to squint up at Rodney. “S’it alright with you if I do?” “Oh, yes. Of course, I just, uh. It’s just that… which is to say um, you’re youand I’m me and I just uhh… can we perhaps try again? Sometime soon? For scientific reasons, of course.” “Rodney,” John murmurs. “Hmm?” “Shut up.” “Right. Yes. Shutting up now.” It lasts for all of two seconds. “Really though? Are you sure? You literally just outed yourself in front of the entire expedition and, and, and—” “I know,” John says and he’s so close to falling back asleep. “Still. No regrets.” “Huh,” is the last thing John hears before the darkness claims him once more.

[lexosaurus]

Aurora

My Truce gift for @thelegendaryloaf! I was so pumped when I was assigned you, and I absolutely LOVED working with your prompts! Happy holidays, and I hope 2021 treats you well!

Characters: Danny and Valerie Genre: Friendship Word Count: 3523 Summary: Up close, Valerie could see him more clearly. The stars and planets that speckled throughout his face, the tiny bits of multicolored light that sparkled in his eyes, the way his aura seemed to ebb and flow as if it were the aurora in the northern sky. It was as if Phantom was someone else entirely.

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“Ugh, where is that stupid ghost?” Valerie grumbled, gliding through the air on her hoverboard. She had been on her way home from Star’s house when her watch beeped to life, alerting her of an unwanted ghostly visitor. And, if the watch was correct, it was a rather powerful ghost too.

After all, very few ghosts could ping her from so far away.

But like the dutiful hunter she was, she suited up, trying to ignore the way her stomach knotted up with nerves. As much as she enjoyed sending ghosts back to the hell they came from, going up against a ghost of that much ectoplasmic power was sure to empty out her first aid kit.

She glanced down at her watch. She was getting close now. She should be able to hear screaming, see people fleeing in terror, but there was nothing to suggest a powerful ghost had breached the city.

Which meant that Phantom was likely the ghost responsible for cutting into Valerie’s precious sleep.

Valerie was going to kill him. Again. 

Her radar was leading her towards the outskirts of the city, which was odd for Phantom. When he wasn’t baiting ghosts and causing destruction to Amity, Valerie could find him at the park or on top of some tall building. 

But outside of the city? This wasn’t like him.

Maybe it wasn’t Phantom. Maybe it was some tall ghost hellbent on baiting ghost hunters far away from the populace, away from any emergency response, so they could be destroyed in peace. Maybe Valerie was walking straight to her own doom.

Oh well. It wouldn’t be the first time her career as a ghost hunter had gotten her into trouble.

“Ok, he’s definitely in there,” Valerie said, shifting between her radar and the large building in front of her.

She glanced down at her watch, then back up again. Was her watch leading her to...an observatory?

“Why the hell is he in there?” 

Valerie flew low to the ground, making sure to keep out of sight of the open roof. She was almost certain that Phantom was inside the round building, but she just couldn’t figure out why.

It didn’t make sense. He was a ghost. He didn’t care about space. What did he have to gain from traveling this far to the edge of Amity just for a stupid observatory?

She could turn back here. Just go home, leave Phantom to do whatever weird thing he was doing on his night off. And why wouldn’t she—it was Saturday! She could be in bed instead of keeping Phantom out of trouble.

But it was her responsibility. Her duty to Amity. Sure, maybe Phantom wasn’t a purely evil ghost hellbent on Amity’s destruction, maybe he was just a cocky asshole with a hero Obsession, but someone had to keep him in check. 

And that someone was about to send him back to the Ghost Zone.

“Alright, Phantom.” Valerie launched herself through the open roof and hovered above the room. “Very funny. Now, come on, it’s time to—”

“Valerie!” came a cheerful cry from below her. “You made it!”

“Phantom?” She looked down and nearly fell off her glider. Below her was Phantom, but he looked...different. 

His aura had changed, and instead of a bright white glow it swirled with violets, teals, and blues. His freckles had turned into stars and planets which shimmered across his skin, and his eyes positively sparkled.

Valerie regarded him with disgust. “What the hell? Why do you look like the Milky Way threw up on you?”

Then he did something Valerie never expected a ghost to do in a million years: he giggled. 

“I’m so glad you’re here! We have so much to talk about. Saturn and Jupiter are right next to each other, and through this telescope you can even see all of Saturn’s rings. The rings, Valerie! And oh my goddess, if you thought that was cool, wait till you see the Pleiades!” Phantom reached a hand out, and his swirling aura shot forward, wrapping itself around the telescope in front of him.

“Wait, don’t break it!” Valerie shouted, touching down on the floor. But, before she could so much as ready an ecto-gun, she stopped.

Because the telescope wasn’t breaking apart.

It was moving. 

Valerie watched in a mix of horror and fascination as the telescope in front of Phantom adjusted itself, shifting around and settling into place. The aura dimmed, leaving behind a telescope that didn’t look any more ghostly than before Phantom’s interference.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on right now?”

Phantom’s beamed. “Look! Take a look!”

“Oh hell no. I’m not going anywhere near that possessed thing!”

He laughed, and for a moment his aura brightened. “Just trust me, Val!”

“Don’t call me that,” Valerie muttered, but nonetheless stepped towards the telescope. She gave one last suspicious glance Phantom’s way before she leaned forward and looked through the stupid metal thing.

Saturn stared back at her, its rings preening like a peacock against the vast emptiness around it. She had never seen Saturn before, not outside of Google Images anyhow. It looked exactly like all the pictures showed, and yet seeing it in person was...really cool. 

“And wait!” Phantom’s childish voice bubbled from behind her. Cold swept over her and she flinched, her arm instinctively twitching for her gun, before she realized what was happening.

Phantom was wrapping his galaxy aura around the telescope and moving it again.

“Okay, look now!”

Valerie glanced quizzically back towards the ghost, searching for any signs of malevolence, but his innocent smile never wavered.

“Are you high or something?” she finally asked.

He giggled again. “Stop making jokes and look already!”

She rolled her eyes but relented once more. When she looked through the telescope this time, she was met with another tan colored planet. This one had brown stripes running through the sides, warping to show an unmistakable eye-like figure towards the middle of it.

“Is that...is that Jupiter?”

“Yeah!” Phantom clapped. “And if you look, there should be some of its moons in view too! Look around it, Val!”

“Don’t call me that,” she muttered without any real malice. Sure enough, a few tiny tan dots surrounded the planet. “How many moons does it have, anyway?”

“Seventy-nine!” Phantom said.

“Jesus, wonder what its tides are like.”

Phantom playfully nudged her. “Silly Val, it doesn’t have an ocean! I know you know that. But if you think that’s crazy, Saturn actually has more moons than Jupiter does! It has eighty two.”

She stepped away from the telescope, and once again Phantom’s aura took command, adjusting the lens to a new spot. Phantom immediately jumped to the telescope with a ferocity that Valerie had only seen him use in the heat of the moment when fighting other ghosts. Yet, she noticed the way he delicately touched the telescope, allowing his fingers to gently hold the metal shell as he peered into space with a fascination that seemed too ethereal to be real.

Phantom was destructive, he was a fighter, he was driven by his Obsession to fight and be a hero. He wasn’t...this. 

“Seriously, what the hell happened to you?”

“What do you mean?” Phantom asked in a singsong voice.

“I mean this,” Valerie emphasized, allowing her arms to sweep out around her. “All of this! What...Phantom, I know we’re not friends, but—”

“Of course we are!” 

Valerie blinked. “Huh?”

“We’re friends, Val!” Phantom repeated, detaching from the telescope momentarily to hover next to Valerie. 

She could feel his cold aura brushing against her arm, and she suppressed a shudder. “Are you messing with me?”

Phantom peered up at her, his glowing eyes seeming almost offended by her accusation.

Offended? Hurt? Phantom? 

“Val, why would you say that? Of course we’re friends! We’re hanging out right now, right? That’s what friends do!” 

Up close, Valerie could see him more clearly. The stars and planets that speckled throughout his face, the tiny bits of multicolored light that sparkled in his eyes, a shooting star that traveled across his cheek, the way his aura seemed to ebb and flow as if it were the aurora in the northern sky.

It was as if Phantom was someone else entirely. It was like another ghost had taken possession over him. Was controlling him from the inside out.

Valerie’s hand slowly moved down towards her belt, but it didn’t seem to matter. Phantom didn’t notice. In fact, he shot her a beaming smile and turned his attention back to the telescope, rambling about how astronomers believe that diamonds rain on Uranus and Neptune as if Valerie’s hand wasn’t slowly inching towards her gun.

“It’s just a hypothesis really,” Phantom said. “Scientists can’t really study inside the planets yet because they’re so far away. But I hope it’s true! It would be so cool! Imagine, you’re just an alien on these planets, and then suddenly you walk outside and there’s solid diamonds falling from the sky! They wouldn’t be that pretty probably because the diamonds wouldn’t be shaped nicely, also those planets aren’t habitable to any life so there’s no aliens, but it’s still cool to imagine! Oh, oh, but if you thought that was cool, there’s this other planet—not in our galaxy—that’s really really close to its sun so it’s super hot but guess what? Val, you’ll never guess! It’s solid ice! The gravity is so strong that it forced all the water on its planets into ice and—”

Valerie gripped the gun, raising it to eye level and clicking the safety off.

Phantom’s head snapped up. He looked to the gun, then to Valerie, and his aura faltered.

“Val?” Phantom said, the stars on his face dimming. “I...I don’t understand...why…?”

“You’re not Phantom.” Valerie’s voice was steady. “I don’t know who you are, but get out of him.”

“I don’t understand…” The colored flecks of light in Phantom’s eyes faded, leaving them back to their vibrant green. “I...just…I...” His aura fluctuated before turning back to its hauntingly white glow.

“...Valerie?” Phantom 's voice was cautious. He took stock of the gun once more before a hint of realization bled through his expression. He slowly raised his hands. “Wait! I know what this looks like, but I swear I wasn’t doing anything. Don’t—”

“Phantom! There’s a ghost inside you. It was possessing you! I need to take it out. I need to—”

“Wait, Val, stop! You don’t know what you’re doing!” 

“I think it’s trying to lead us to a trap. This will only sting for a moment!”

“No! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Phantom glanced wildy around the room, his eyes locking onto the telescope once more.

Then, his aura flared, the aurora fought to return, his freckles sparkled like stars once more. A hint of childlike wonder hit his features and for a moment, he seemed lost in the fascination of the observatory.

It was the perfect opportunity to shoot.

But Valerie’s hands were shaking. They were unsteady, just like they were when she first started using the equipment. And in that split second of uncertainty, that moment of hesitation, Phantom gripped his hair and pulled himself out of his stupor.

“No!” he groaned. “Not now!”

“What the hell is going on?” Valerie shouted. 

“Don’t shoot! Just—ugh, gimmie a sec…” He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “I just godda...I just need a second.”

To Valerie’s surprise, she waited. Maybe it was the growing respect she’d begun to feel for Phantom over the past year, maybe it was her fading hatred as she learned more about ghosts, maybe it wasn’t anything deep and it was just that Valerie was confused. In any case, she followed his pleas and watched as he pulled himself together, drawing his shimmering aura inward and allowing the familiar homogenous white aura to wash over him.

He gave a final sigh of relief. “Okay. Okay, I’m good now. You can lower the gun.”

“Tell me first.” Her voice allowed for no arguments. “Tell me what the hell just happened, and then maybe I’ll think about it.”

“It’s complicated.”

Valerie noticed how he seemed to be making a visible effort to ignore all the astronomy equipment around them. His eyes were trained to her and her only.

“Then enlighten me.”

“I…” He hesitated.

“I’m giving you five seconds before I blast you unconscious.”

He blinked, and then his expression shifted into the cocky, shit-eating grin Phantom that Valerie had come to know over these months, “As if you could hit me.”

“Don’t change the subject, Phantom. I’m serious.”

He sobered. “Right. Sorry. I...listen, it’s personal, okay? I’m telling you because I trust you, but you can’t tell anyone. If any of my enemies find out…”

“Tell me.”

“Okay.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “What do you know of...of Obsessions?”

“Every ghost has one. It’s what controls their core, what gives them power. All ghosts are driven by their Obsession and if they manage to fulfill it or they’re somehow blocked from feeding into their Obsession for too long, they’ll cease to exist. Why? What does this have to do with anything?”

“I…” His face screwed up before he gave out a frustrated huff. “Oh, what the hell! I have two Obsessions.”

Valerie faltered, her gun lowering ever so slightly. 

She didn’t know what she expected, but this? 

“You what?”

Was this even possible? Better yet, how was it possible? Every ghost had an Obsession, but every ghost had one Obsession. It was impossible for a ghost to have two. It would be torment for the ghost, the two Obsessions constantly battling inside their core for dominance.

It would tear him apart from the inside out, wouldn’t it?

But Valerie watched as Phantom’s eyes strayed beside them to a small white telescope sitting off to the side of the room, and Valerie watched as his aura seemed to fluctuate again as the other side of him fought for control.

Once again, Phantom screwed his eyes shut and fought the aura down, allowing his natural white glow to pulsate over his form brighter than before. 

“Can we take this outside?” he asked, his voice tight. “This room is...distracting.”

Valerie allowed her arm to drop, her gun hanging loosely at her side. “Sure.”

“Ok, I need to...I need to slip back into it to close the observatory walls. I can’t access those powers in this form. I’m not dangerous in that state, so please don’t shoot me.”

She nodded, momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t see her with his eyes shut. But he seemed to hear the unspoken words regardless. The blues, greens, and purples of his aura swirled around him, overtaking his aura in a brilliant display of light. The stars and planets returned to his face, and when he finally opened his eyes, it was as if Valerie could see the entire Milky Way within his corneas.

He raised his arms, his face relaxed, and allowed his aura to seep out to the walls. The room glowed, and Valerie watched with an open mouth as the incandescent colors of the northern lights guided the observatory walls closed. They cascaded through the walls before finally dimming, leaving Phantom as the only remaining source of light.

“Okay,” he said, the childlike bubble to his voice echoing around the room. “Let’s go!”

Before she could blink, Phantom grabbed her arm and spread his aura out around her. She let out a yelp of protest before she could feel a familiar chill overtake her skin.

Phantom was...he was turning her intangible. 

“Ready?” He asked. His eyes seemed to glow brighter in the dark.

Valerie looked up at him, breathless.

He grinned and pulled her forward, shooting them both through the walls. They flew up for a moment before shooting back down towards a cluster of trees. 

Valerie had flown on her hoverboard many times, but this was incredible. It was as if gravity didn’t exist. Her body was weightless, flowing across the air with a precision that she’d never felt before.

But as soon as it started, it stopped. The duo landed on the ground, and Phantom broke contact with her. Warmth immediately filled her veins. She glanced back towards the observatory, but the trees blocked her view.

That was probably intentional, if Phantom’s earlier display of cognitive dissonance had anything to do with it.

Valerie waited once more, watching as Phantom’s aura seemed to waver, before settling back into white. When it seemed like he was more or less back to normal, she finally spoke. “Okay, explain. What do you mean you have two Obsessions? How is that possible?” 

“I don’t know.” Phantom’s gaze was downcast. “I mean, my, uh...death was rather, um, complicated. I think.”

She raised an eyebrow. 

Ghosts never talked about their death. According to Maddie Fenton, it was a taboo. Bringing the topic up would only result in angering the ghost.

So for Phantom to bring his own death up like this…

This was uncharted waters for any human.

This was serious.

Phantom pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t explain it, but it didn’t go right. I don’t—I can’t…” He huffed, his eyes turning up to her with an almost desperate look. “You must have noticed that I’m just different, right?”

Valerie nodded slowly. “I have, but you’re still just a ghost.”

Phantom’s eyes widened before turning back to the ground. “Right. I...no, you’re right. I’m just a ghost. But I…”

Valerie watched as his eyebrows pinched, his mouth thinning as something inside of him fought to surface. She wanted to speak, wanted to ask what did he mean when he said he was different, but she didn’t.

She couldn’t. 

She didn’t know what to say.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was quiet. “When I died, it went wrong. And my core couldn’t decide on what it wanted to be, so something inside of it fractured. One part of it focused on the people in the room with me, the people that I was worried about. I wanted to make sure they were safe. My friends. I wanted to protect them.”

Valerie held her breath.

According to studies, most ghosts didn’t remember their prior life, or the people in it. Memory loss was just a part of the process of transforming from human to ghost.

And yet…

Phantom clearly did.

“The other part of my core went to the thing I was doing just moments before. I was...I wanted to explore. I always loved space and astronomy. I wanted to work for NASA and see other worlds and...other dimensions. I know it sounds crazy, but it was just who I was. Who I still am.”

He looked up at her, and Valerie saw remnants of stars speckle in his eyes. “So my core settled on two modes. And depending on where I am or what I’m doing, it switches between them. My powers shift too. When I’m normal, I can project ectoblasts and control ice. But when I go into my space mode, I can’t do any of that. But I can control astronomy equipment, as you saw, and I can locate any star or planet in the sky.”

“So that’s how you knew where to move the telescope?” 

“Yeah.” He held out his hand, and a little ice Saturn formed in his palm. “I don’t know how I know where things are, but I just know. But it only happens when I let that part of my core take control of my body.”

“I see.” Valerie breathed out. “I get it. I get why you don’t want anyone to know. That’s kind of terrifying, knowing that you have a half of you that’s so defenseless.”

“Right…” Phantom set the planet down on the grass. “If word got out...if the government found out…”

Realization hit Valerie like a truck. “They could set up a trap, couldn’t they? Lure you into a place like this and take you out. It would be too easy.”

“Exactly,” Phantom said bitterly. “You can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. I swear.”

Phantom nodded, relief evident on his features. “Thank you, Valerie.”

Before she could stop herself, she stepped forward. And then again, approaching him slowly as if she were afraid he would disappear. 

But he didn’t move. He didn’t flinch.

He trusted her. Even after everything, he trusted her with one of his most vulnerable secrets.

She closed the gap between them, resting a hand on his shoulder and looking him square in the face. “I mean it, Phantom. I won’t tell anyone. Well, so long as you promise me one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Bring me back here sometime, alright?” She shot him a grin. “This place is pretty cool, and if I have some sort of space wizard with me, I bet we could find a lot of sweet stuff, yeah?”

His aura brightened, and the smile was evident on his face. “Sure thing, Val!”

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Thanks for reading!

[red9]

     Over the past few days, replaying the game a couple times over as well as the separate way dlc, this log by Ada is something I wanted to post up here for those who may not have played it, simply for the way in which she describes Luis.

“ Among all the people involved in this, Luis Sera has the least entanglements. He works for no organization, preferring to move on his own. I’m the one who told the organization of his importance. I did it because I like him. His history betrays an enthusiasm I once shared.

It was a stroke of luck that I happened to intercept his e-mail for help. It seems he can’t trust the police, so he sent the e-mail to an old friend from college. He must have thought his friend was still alive. At any rate, that’s how I managed to find him.

Apparently, he’d been conducting his own investigation of the cult while doing research on Las Plagas. A brilliant scientist. He’s accumulated a pile of date and pieced it all together. Must be why Saddler  hired him. Too bad Sera’s snooping has aroused his suspicion. 

When I told him who I was, he practically begged to be taken into custody. He needed protection. He said, “I have no love for Las Plagas or this stupid cult. I want out. I just want peace and quiet again.” I ordered him to bring me a master Plaga specimen - a sample - for evidence. 

Looks like he’s one of the few people whom Saddler actually trusts. Tracking him down and getting my hands on the sample shouldn’t be difficult. I doubt the cult will take kindly to his escape, though. I’ll have to guide this along if I want it to go smoothly. ” 

     There is so much to unfold with his character that isn’t shown on screen. Just how intelligent he is as a scientist and his field notes- ( as well as this note by Ada- ) shows how he really set things in motion for the entire story of RE4. What we see from Leon’s perspective is merely an act, with him lying about his career path as a cop, hiding behind his ladies-man personality as well as his humor. What we really get to see is just the tip of the iceberg of a truly brilliant scientist putting on an act to get by. 

      Not to mention how his character goes from only looking out for himself, to making the conscious decision to go back and retrieve the sample to help not just himself, but for Leon and Ashley as well, bringing them pills to suppress the growth of the parasite. I believe that in that scene when they first get into the castle and he loses it, he knows there is a very good chance he will not live when he has to turn back for the sample. He knows that eventually Saddler will ( and does ) catch up to him. He knows well the punishment will be death, he knows how Saddler handles those who betray him or show no loyalty, he’s worked alongside him for years. But once again he swallows his fear and puts on the act that he will be fine, brushing it off so Ashley and Leon don’t worry about him. To know that behind the scenes he’s truly scared for his life, begging Ada to help protect and save him, at the same time has this highly dangerous task of retrieving said sample to gain his freedom? He’s practically doomed from the start, but tries his best to survive. Granted that doesn’t work out in the end of course, but after seeing Leon’s skills, he knows if anyone can set things right, it’s him. He’s the one to trust.  

     In the end it’s sad we don’t get to see more of his character as I’ll say a hundred times more, and I don’t know if that will change any when the game is updated seeing how in terms of timeline Luis is practically just past the intro with the village but! One can only hope we might get a little more time with him this next game. 

[zoopine]

I've had some ideas for a book floating in my head for a while so I thought I'd just write something tangentially related to it.

I'm not a writer by any means and this is basically a rough draft (also written on mobile) so apologies for formatting and spelling and stuff.

(Language warning!)

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The depth gauge clicked to signify the ever passing metres. Further and further into the dark, dead sea.

Click...

Click...

Click...

I stared through the small porthole, but the darkness clung to the tinted glass as if it were so desperately trying to break in, to crush and choke and drown. For so much of human history darkness ment death, and now it awaited just outside desperately thin walls; walls that seemed to ever close in on me, burying me alive in a coffin of steel and water.

"Hey," I was snapped out of my trance by the voice Reagan, the man, accompanying me on my journey to hell, "what are you spacing out for."

"I'm just nervous."

"Of what? That you're going to die in the little box you help built?"

Reagan was a Naval officer, he was also a dick.

"If you put it that way yeah, I'm scared shitless."

"Hey, people did this kind of stuff all the time before things went to shit."

"You really think that? That people actually came all the way down here?" I picked up the blue pen in front of me and began to fiddle with it.

"They had bases on Mars dumbass, of course they did."

The speaker in the central console crackled to life.

"Please at least try to be somewhat civil, this is a scientific expedition", the muffled voice of David, one of the mission control members up top, had been carried through a thin cable all seven kilometers down to the submersible, it was the only line of communication with the living world. The scientist was fed up, and had been for some time.

"Yeah, an expedition to see absolutely nothing", quiped Reagan, "There's nothing alive anywhere else in the sea, why would some hole be any different."

"The could be all manner of life living down here, no one's checked in over nine-hundred years."

"Because there's nothing down here."

"Khol, would you please shut Reagan up." Asked the scientist.

Reagan finally shut his mouth with some mumbled sarcastic remark.

...

I was Chief engineer working on the very submersible I'm in now. The mission is to travel to the deepest depths of the sea and just... Look. Look for anything at all.

The oceans are dead, and have been for a very, very long time. There's nothing down here, nothing, but endless, murky water, eager to break in through steel walls and glass portholes.

I thought the entire expedition was stupid and dangerous, but I wasn't the one going to be trapped in a little tin can suffocating in the dark, terrifyingly far from the sun light. At least I thought I wasn't. I wouldn't have taken the job if I had known.

It wasn't a pleasant journey here either. Constantly worrying if we were going to attract the attention of a witch, or something worse.

It's good that the seas are empty. Or else what kind of the horrors would lurk now in the depths.

...

"Just fifteen more minutes until the next research point." The notification once again came through the speaker.

"Just enough time for lunch." Reagan said happily. Not only was Reagan a man of one too many words, but also one with a big appetit as well.

A sort of rice pilaf was the main course. Why the decision was made for something that would inevitably fall into every single nook and cranny of the ship was the prime choice for our packed meals eluded me. That very issue was made clear as Reagan immediately dropped a good portion of his food directly into the center console. The found it's way into multiple cracks and some fell into the bags and boxes that lay on the floor.

"For fucks sake."

"I would have brought a vacuum if I knew you would spill your food like a toddler." I remarked.

"Oh, shut up."

Mostly playful banter made up the majority of our five and a half hour journey to this point. Reagan wasn't a close friend of mine, but I did enjoy his company.

Despite the fact that I very much enjoyed rice pilaf, it wasn't a very good meal.

My eyes were drawn back to the void. The thought of what might lie below us, which at up to this point I had refused to entertain, crept into my mind. The cable that held us up was ten kilometers long, but we still had two and a half to go. We had no idea how deep the trench actually was, and there could be anything in the depths below.

Records of expeditions from pre-cataclyam or apocalypse or whatever you wanted to call it showed that multiple expeditions were made to, or at least near the bottom of the trench. I still struggled to believe it, and even if it were true Reagan and I were still pioneers in a way, the first to rediscover the hellish pits the ocean holds in nearly a millennium.

The fear of the cable, our lifeline, snapping, sending us down, down, down to our slow, horrific deaths, was also on my mind.

The hull creaked again, as it had many times before. It was to be expected, as the pressure rised outside the sub, but it didn't help to ease my worries.

"The trip back isn't going to be very fun." I said aloud.

"What, you don't want to spend anymore time with little ol' me?" Again, Reagan was a dick.

"No, the hex, the witches. What do you think."

"The hex is just a bunch harmless stone pillars and the witches won't bother us if we don't go too deep into it."

"You know what the witches do to people, Reagan, it isn't pretty. And how do we know how deep is too deep, what if they suddenly decide they don't want us passing through."

"Well, we aren't in the hex now, are we. So you don't have to worry about it."

"I guess, but-" Reagan didn't let me finish.

"Man, I wish they packed us some more to eat." Reagan was clearly trying to distract me. It didn't work, but I played along anyway.

"Yeah, we got enough food to last us a round trip, but not much to snack."

"Rice isn't really the kind of high end meal I'd imagine we'd be eating on such an expensive field trip."

"Doesn't help you spill half of it on the floor." I chuckled, and Reagan pretended to pretend he didn't.

"Just a few more minutes left." The speaker reminded us.

...

The sub was small, only a dozen or so feet from back to front. The cabin was cramped, filled with not just Reagan and I, but supplies and food for our twenty hour long journey.

Floodlights were positioned above each of the four portholes that were spread around the cabin. The central console in front of us contained the speaker and a few gauges and dials to show the conditions outside the sub.

It felt so small, so cramped, so claustrophobic, but it was what we had.

...

The submersible lurched as the winch so very far above stopped letting out cable. We now stood still in the cold, dark water, though it felt no different than before. I flicked on the switch to turn on the exterior lights and the water around was suddenly illuminated. Nothing could be seen except the fine, sparse debris floating through the depths.

"Depth is eight kilometers, pressure is at about eight hundred and twenty atmospheres and temperature at four degrees Celsius."

"Pretty cold in here too." Said Reagan.

"Yeah "

"Alright Khol, take a water sample." David requested. Acquiring a water sample was a simple task, it only required the press of a few buttons. I pushed the button to set the sample container in place outside of the hull, then to open it. The lid began to open and there was a loud whoosh as water rushed into the container, but it seemed to catch halfway through opening.

"What, did you break it or something?" Asked Reagan.

"Is something wrong." Inquired mission control.

"The sample collector is caught or something, could be a fuse, the sub is wired pretty weirdly."

"Well, aren't you the one who wired it?" I couldn't tell if Reagans remark was meant to be sarcastic, or if he just likes talking. It was probably both.

I pried off the panel that hid the fuses off the central console.

"What did I say." A fuse had blown, the culprit of the malfunctioning sample collector. I reached to the back of the submersible for the box that contained as many emergency repair parts was practical to bring; fuses, nails, screws, tape and all sorts of tools. I pulled out a spare fuse, replaced the blown one and the reattached the removed panel.

"Alright, let's try this again." The container lid jerked as it started moving again. It held open for a second or two before closing back up and sealing.

"Sample has been collected."

"Perfect, you know what to do next." Said David.

"Stare into the void for twenty minutes."

"Thank you, Reagan, for the-"

A loud rumble emanated from the top of the submersible and a feeling of vertigo overcame as it began to drop.

"The fuck was that?" yelled out Reagan.

The response from mission control was worried.

"The hitch just let a loose some cable. It looks like-"

"What do you mean it just let loose some cable? What the fuck is going on?" My body flooded with a rush of fear, the endless chasm below once again came to the forefront of my mind.

A second rumble came from the roof and the sub started descending faster.

David's voice could be heard over the yelling now coming from the speaker "Shit, shit, shit! It's dropping! Somebody get the fucking winch!"

"What do you mean the winch?" Reagan screamed into the microphone in front of him.

"Fuck! The communication cable is going to go too. Reagan, Khol, we're going to-"

My mind compressed, limbs of thought strung up and severed. A shadow hung over the bloody corpse of my once a rational mind. No words, no sound. The gates of hell had sealed and so had our fates. Reagan's panicked yelling dissolved into nothing, leaving only the sound of shifting pressure outside my prison and the depth gauge reminding of the ever approaching void.

Click...

Click...

Click...

...

A while had passed with no words spoken between us, just the mindless screaming of Reagan, though that had stopped some time ago. I felt cold and empty and dizzy, like I was bleeding out.

Reagan's voice was but a defeated whisper, "What now?"

"..."

"What now?" His voice was a little louder this time.

"..."

He stood up.

"Fucking talk to me Khol! You're supposed to be the smart one, what now!" He was yelling now.

"..."

"Talk. To. Me. Khol." He fell back into his seat and sat in silence.

Reagan began to cry.

I managed to squeeze out an "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I'm so sorry..." I was crying now too.

...

A unknown stretch, but a long one, had passed

Reagan tried again to break the silence.

"They'll come for us."

"...You think that?"

"Of course they will, they have to, I mean they can't just leave us down here."

"How will they bring us up Reagan"

"I-I don't know, but they'll figure it out, right? We got this deep and they can do it again, they just have to take us back up with them."

"Reagan..."

"They'll just attach us to another winch and haul us up!"

"Reagan..."

"They have to, right? They'll come in no time, we just have to-"

"Reagan! They're not coming, Reagan. They don't have another sub and-"

"They can just build another, they did-"

"And if they did, they wouldn't be able to bring us back up, Reagan, we're too heavy to be pulled up with them"

Silence filled the submersible once again.

...

I broke into my final meal pack and Reagan followed. Soup, another poor choice for a meal on this tiny coffin. It was cold, of course it was.

"You know the ocean wasn't always red." Reagan said in between sips.

"Hmm?"

"You didn't know that? Used to be blue."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I wish I could've seen it."

"Yeah..."

"What, you don't?"

"The oceans always been Red as far as I'm concerned, right? It would just look the same, but... The wrong color."

"You kidding? It must've been beautiful, Khol. Blue, just like the sky."

"That's almost to much blue." No one laughed.

Click...

...

I screamed as I was suddenly enveloped in darkness. It took a few seconds for the low-power lights to come on.

"Jesus," Reagan jumped up. He had been sleeping as well. "Sleep well?"

"What do you think?"

"What? Are you cranky or something?"

"Would you please fucking stop with sarcastic comments."

"Fine, fine... Wish we had food."

"Should've saved some."

"You think."

"Jesus, Khol, just trying to lighten the mood a little."

"Sorry... Just, you know."

"Yeah..."

...

"Why'd you take the job anyway?" I asked.

"Help me along further in my military career. The money too, having enough of it to feed yourself is pretty nice."

"You didn't get paid enough to do that?"

"Paid... You know well enough that the military is nothing like it was, well, before."

"Before... Everyone acts like they were around then, but this is the way it's always been for us, and has been for such a long time."

"Kind of hard not to when everyone who's ever lived for the past thousand years lived in the show of the people that came before us."

"It's not like we can ever go back to then. This is what we have now and we have to do our best to not fucking die at every turn."

"Look, I actually want to find some hope of returning things to what they were. I don't think we'd find anything down here, but I sure as wish we would"

"What good would finding anything even do, Reagan? All your doing is endlessly following after the dead!"

"Following the dead? Wishing for a better future, Khol!"

"Wishing for the past, Reagan!"

"So? What if I am? What's so fucking wrong with that, Khol?"

"Nothing, Reagan, just-"

"No! What's so fucking wrong with that, huh?" He stood up.

"Just drop it!" I stood up to meet him.

"No, Khol! What's wrong with wishing the hole wasn't a shit hole?" He shoved me back into the wall.

I shoved him back. There was a thud as his head hit the metal handle behind him. He collapsed to the ground.

"No! No, no, no! Reagan, please, I'm sorry Reagan! Please! Please... Please..."

Click...

...

I was hungry now. I hadn't eaten in a long time. Reagan's corpse sat in front of me, cold. I had cried and screamed and thrashed, but I was calm now. I wasn't sure how long I had been down here, in the endless crushing cold. I had broken the gauge meter in one of my tantrums, but it still clicked, slowly but surely, marking my descent into the cold, cold, cold. Never. Fucking. Stopping. I was scared still, so very scared. I didn't want to die, I wanted to see the sun again, have it reflect off the red sea. Click... click... click... I wanted to see the sun, please... please... please...

Click.

Click.

Click.