#they literally discuss the whole plan right infront of him!!

[hibiscuswolverine]

Can’t believe it… I actually read my first mediocrely poor Makoto birthday fic…

[vannybarber]

Know Your Place

Summary: Christopher Jamal Evans puts your ass in place.

Chris Jamal Evans x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, aggressive behavior (nothing serious), mentions of cheating, implied smut, degrading.

This is based off of Barbershop: The Next Cut with Terri, Rashad, and Draya, with their whole situation😂.

"Just get in the damn car and meet me at the house. We're not doing this here."

"Fine!" You rush around to your car door and slam it shut once you get inside. You watch Chris go to his, also slamming it shut but not for the same reason as you. You were more so the reason.

Starting the car and driving off with him right on your tail, you turn the music up to drown out the many cars that honk at your recklessness and poor wheel skills. If only they knew, they would be acting just like you.

You had come over to the building where Chris was shooting a movie with his female costar, Melanie. You absolutely despised her because she often came onto Chris. Both infront of you and when you weren't around. Of course he shot her down every time because he knows better. He knew you weren't the one to be played with.

But today, when you didn't see him as soon as you walked inside the shoot, you scan the room for Melanie. Not seeing her either, you began to roam around through the halls. You look in a room and see his stuff on a couch inside. You walk into the room calling his name.

"Chris? Baby, where you at?" You check in the bathroom and its empty. "Boy, I got your nasty seafood salad. Where the hell are you?" You scan the room one more time before smacking your lips and heading to the door.

Chris was in the closet changing when Melanie came in trying to feel up on him. He was getting ready to finally cuss her out, but he heard you yelling for him and so he freaked, shutting the door. He specifically told her not to make a sound and she followed orders, up until the last minute.

As you hit the threshold, you hear something hit the floor. The sound seemed to have come from the closet. You pause, scared at first because it was evident that no one was in the room except you. But then you grow suspicious because Chris and that bitch were both missing. You turn around slowly and stalk towards the door.

Chris was fuming when she knocked the box over, but then started to freak when he heard you walking over to the closet door. He gave her the look with a mix of panic and 'I'm gonna fucking kill you'. He sees the door handle turn and prepares for your wrath because you damn sure were gonna give it to him.

You open the door and there was your man and Melanie. Her hands were covering her mouth, eyes wide. Your eyes relocate to Chris and his shirt was halfway on his torso. He clambers to get it fully in, stepping towards you and away from her.

"Babe, just listen and you'll understand everything. She came in while I was changing and-" he doesn't get a chance to finish, for your voice overpowered his.

"You got five seconds to explain to me what the fuck you're doing." You hand is still on the door, not planning on letting them out the closet just yet. Chris was confused, but discerned that you weren't talking to him. You were talking to Melanie. He looks back at her and she was now biting her nail, clearly anxious.

"Look, Y/N, I really don't want any problems." She is trying to be straight about it, but her voice is fastened with fear. She knew exactly what you were capable of and she still is trying to bullshit you.

"You don't want want no problems? You've been trying to sleep with my man since the first day you found out you were working with him!" You must look like boo boo the fool for her to think she was pulling this shit on you.

"And as for you Christopher," you turn towards him, jabbing your finger in his chest, "what the hell are you thinking? Are y'all just lying to me and actually messing around?" You had no problem whooping both their asses.

"Y/N no! Listen, she came inside the closet while I was changing and I was going to kick her out, but I heard you coming and I just...freaked out." He's trying to dissolve the situation, but is only making it worse.

"You instead of coming out, you decide to stay in there with her? You see how this is worse right? You're just giving her the benefit to think she could even get with you. This is entertainment for her. Don't you realize that?" Now your hand was off the door and balled into a fist because you were 2.5 seconds from losing it.

"Baby, I was going to put my foot down this time. I know its long overdue, but I didn't want any issues with the people I work with. And I should've realized how unfair that was to you. I'm sorry. But don't think I would ever cheat on you." He grabs your arm and pushes you back so he could get out the closet.

"Yeah, you damn right. All this could've been avoided. She's harassing you. You need to report her ass!" You snag your arm away from him and point back at her, who's now trying to ease out of the closet. You catch her and she runs off, you not far behind. You damn sure were not a runner, but you were going super sonic right now.

She turns down she same way you came to find them and Chris is right on your ass too. You guys get to the front of the building and you lunge for her, but no contact was made for Chris had you in a hold. You brawl against his wide chest and eventually give up when he doesn't let go.

People are watching in absolute shock and some even were laughing their asses off. It would've been even funnier if Chris had let you get one hit in. Of course that didn't happen since he scooped you up with minimal effort.

"Y/N chill! Stop, you're making a fucking scene!" He grabs on your flailing arms, yanking them back.

"I don't give a shit! Let me get her. Just one good time," you plead and scream at the same time. He literally drags you away outside with great struggle since you weren't giving in. When he got you out there, you accepted your defeat and he let you go, watching you extra closely in case you pulled a fast one.

"You should've let me get her! Why the hell you stop me?!" He runs his hands through his hair, obviously frustrated and very much embarrassed. But you could care less. She needed her ass whooped.

"It's not worth it. We need to go now!"

"I don't have to go anywhere!" You could give less of a fuck if the onlookers labeled you as 'the angry black woman'. Because infact, you are a black woman. And damn right you were angry.

"Just get in the damn car and meet me at the house. We're not doing this here!"

"Fine!"

After reminiscing over the lovely previous moments, you pull up at your even lovelier home. You hop out the car and open the gate. Walking back to the car you peek and see Chris with his arm against the window, leaning on it and watching you. For sure he had a headache by now.

Instead of pulling up all the way into the driveway, you park at the end, leaving no room for Chris to drive in.

"Really? Pull all the way in!" You sit for a minute with your arms crossed for a bit of rebellion before complying like a child. Only because you didn't want to walk the extra way to the door of course. When you park again, Chris pulls in and gets out to shut the gate.

You were already unlocking the door and stepping in, but before you could slam it in his face, he was right behind you. You toss the keys and kick off your shoes.

"Where are you going?" You hear him call from the front of the house.

"None of your business." You were just going to the fridge to get your pineapple juice. You drink it almost every single day. And you definitely needed some right now.

"Okay we need to discuss what the fuck just happened. What the hell was that Y/N?" He's standing across the kitchen island from you staring in anger.

"Well for one, I caught you in a closet half naked with that bitch after I called your name repeatedly. Then she's playing in my face and you're trying to defend her! You really need an explanation for my actions, Chris?" You close the bottle and slam it on the counter.

"Look Y/N, I explained to you what happened. I am sorry. I knew that if I had came out that closet with her, you'd still react the same way, probably even worse. I was literally fearing for my life, no joke." He puts his hands up in surrender. You almost laugh.

"I rather you just have came out and told me straight up. Yeah, I would be mad of course. Who wouldn't? But you made it more difficult yourself." You still have an attitude and even though he apologized, you still wanted to be mad.

"Baby, I tell you you're beautiful everyday. Why? Because I want you to know that no other woman could ever be at the level you are for me. I want you to know that you're the only one I see and there isn't anyone else for me." He's now standing infront of you, his 6'0 figure imposing over your frame.

You can't and won't lie that those words had you in your feels. You swear, Geminis really are sweet talkers. You could've gave in right then. But not just yet.

"You sound like a real bitch right now." You fold your arms and look at him with testy eyes. You slightly regret saying that because what he said was genuine. But who are you without some back talk?

His eyes go caliginous. You've only seen this a one time when you've stepped out of line with him. Your big mouth could argue for days, but you never held a grudge. You kind of forced yourself to keep going as if you were still upset. Stubborn was an understatement.

You scratch your straightened hair nervously before flattening it back down. You internally hope it wasn't obvious that you lamented what you had just said.

"I already apologized to you and explained what happened. Now you can be mature and we can have a real conversation or you can be childish and act like you're still upset and we can end it right here." He steps closer to you, if that's even humanly possible. "But this is will be the first and last time you call me a bitch. Got it?"

He's breathing heavily on your face. If only you could see your face right now. It would read shock, with a bit of fear. He never checked you like this and let you get away with a lot. But this right here, was well deserved. But the way he's over you and his voice lowering with a sharp tone had you...turned on.

Something about him putting you in place made you wet and excited. All the fear had vanished almost immediately. You finally respond.

"Yes," you say quietly, nodding your head. "I'm sorry." Your eyes remained on him looking up through your lashes nibbling your lip. If only you knew what it was doing to him.

The sight of your body go automatically submissive to him after he got firm with you threw him in a complete frenzy. He was dominant most times, but you had many moments where you didn't back down to a challenge and took the lead. You not clapping back and apologizing threw him off a slight bit, but did not disappoint him. It turned him on.

"Good girl." He grabs your arm, spins you around so that your back is turned to him and bends down next to your ear.

"Go into the room, take off everything but your panties and lie on the bed. Mkay?" He moved his hands behind your arm to your lower back. You might as well save yourself the embarrassment and take off your panties too because once he sees the tropical storm, it's a wrap burrito. But you nod your head in compliance.

He gives you a smack on the butt and pushes you forward. You walk the rest of the way to the room and follow his exact orders. You remove every clothing item except the saltwater cloth covering your most needy part. You lay on the bed and wait for him.

He comes in a few moments later and eyes you down, making sure you followed his instructions. Of course you would. He stands in front of the bed and starts to remove his clothes. The entire time his eyes alternate from your body to your eyes. It made you nervous, but still excited.

"I'm very much used to your little tantrums and what not, but there's a limit. And when you pass that limit and step out of line, you need to be taught a lesson." He's in just his briefs by the end of his sentence and crawls in the bed.

You adjust yourself onto your back, shamelessly welcoming him to help himself to you. He positions in between your legs and lowers his face to yours, lips gliding against yours and pulling back when you try to kiss him. You pout and he smirks a little.

"Tell me what you want, honey" he whispers as he rubs up your leg to your thigh, grazing his fingers against your soaked panties. Just when you thought you couldn't get any wetter. Damn.

"I want you to touch me. Please." Your hands are gripping the sheets just thinking about his hands on your body. You completely forgot about messing up your hair as you throw your head back when he starts circling his fingers on your clit.

"I'm starting to think that this isn't very punishing for you, sweetheart." He picks up pace and reaches for your boob, kneading it full in his palms. "You seem to really be enjoying it. A little too much."

You weren't even listening to him, only chasing your orgasm, rolling your hips against his forceful touch. You successfully make it a few seconds to cumming before he snatches his finger away. You pick your head up right away, looking appalled.

"Why'd you stoooop?" you whine out. He looks at you innocently.

"Hmm that's just something us bitches like to do." Before you could respond, he flips you over and smacks your right cheek. "These have been on way too long." He pulls your panties off quicker than Pietro Maximoff. Tossing them to the floor, he starts his teasing.

"Damn, Y/N. All this is for me? If this doesn't tell me you loved the beginning of your lesson, I don't know what does."

He drags his fingers through your wet lips, coating them with your wetness. He brings his hands to his face to taste the mess you made for him.

"Hmm. That pineapple juice is kicking in fast."

The entire time he's talking, you're moving around coding him to stop teasing you and do something to make you feel good.

"You really are a desperate whore, huh?" You moan in the sheets in agreement. You were never into name calling, but it was something with Chris that made you love it.

He lowers down to your pussy, breathe frisking over it. You shiver and wait for him to start.

"As much as both you and I would love this, you don't deserve it. So ass up." You internally start cursing him out, calling him all things forbidden. But you comply and slightly lift your lower half.

Chris gets directly behind you and lines up with your entrance. When did he even take his briefs off? You inhale sharply at the contact and moan as he slips inside you with little to no effort. He fills you quick, starting his thrusts right away.

Your left cheek is against the mattress and both hands are gripping the sheets.

"Oh my- fuck!"

"How's it feel baby?" He asks you, going deeper at every thrust back inside you. Between the loud claps of your bodies, your pornographic moans and the sounds of your WAP, he knew the answer.

"It feels so good Chris" you manage to get out between breathes that were suddenly hard to take. You suddenly get a hard slap on your right cheek, making you squeal.

"That's not my name." You quickly correct yourself.

"Sorry..Daddy."

"Look at this" he starts thrusting faster, both of you not far from climax.

"Just an hour ago you were bitchin' about me and now you're basically grovelling at my feet. You can barely make a word. I guess I'm not such a bitch now, huh? " He locks your arms behind you and you automatically lift your ass up further, helping him slide in you even easier.

"No Daddy, I'm s-sorry." He groans and grabs a fistful of your hair and leans down to your ear. Normally you would be pissed because he touched your hair, especially since it was just done. But you could give less of a damn right now.

"Yeah I bet you are. Would a bitch be fucking you like this? Hm?" He pounded into you hard at every word. Your face in the mattress, you let out a scream that would have the neighbors dialing 911.

"No, baby- oh GOD" you yell, right at your peak. Just a couple more thrusts away and you were gone. Chris recognized that yell. He wanted to send you off right.

"Go ahead and cum for me baby. But just remember,"

He was right behind you and close himself.

"No matter how smart you get with me, at the end of the day, you're always gonna be a little slut for me." The last 4 words sent you over the edge and you cum all over him. He doesn't fall short and fills up the rest of you.

"Fuuuck" he let's out as his seed spills inside you.

His body collapses next to you and you find the energy to move your body. You turn and look at him with this dumb smile on your face. He reciprocates with the same dumb smile and pats down your hair. You slap his arm, turning your nose up at him.

"Ow. Why'd you do that for?" He rubs his now red arm.

"That's what you get for messing up my hair. You're gonna give me money to get it done again." Remembering, you hit his arm again.

"Baby, what the hell?"

"That's for also making me leave my pineapple juice out the fridge."

Idek what I was doing here 😭 This is the kind of stuff I daydream about, but it never looks as good written out 🥴

masterlist

[shindidnothingwrong]

I genuinely cant tell whos more useless at this point, Sumire or Code.

If it wasnt obvious this is gonna be an anti Sumire and Code post, you’ve been warned. Manga spoilers too so if your anime only dont read this.

For starters this isnt really anti Sumire as it is the writing, but given the writing for her is shit I have no choice but to work with what they give me.

Lets start with Code, he was talking mad spicy and his limiters being removed have been hyped up since they were first mentioned, and even before the topic of his limiters came up he was portrayed as still being able to rival Naruto and Sasuke.

He says after he gets his limiters off that now he cant lose to anyone, only to get his ass whooped by a child who looks no older than 8

Code is utterly useless, he was given a huge tip on how Daemons powers work and he still got his ass whooped and Daemon himself says hes the strongest out of everyone, a literal child is somehow stronger than unlimited Code, Isshiki, Naruto, and Sasuke combined. Thats a whole other bag of worms to be discussed later but right now we’re just focusing on Code.

This is pathetic, all that hype with zero pay off, all that big talk just to get overpowered by a child, all that planning yet he couldnt see the double cross anyone with even the slightest bit of common sense would’ve saw coming a mile away. The fact that everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE including Bug has called him useless is a testament to just how BAD he is at everything he tries to do.

Now lets move on to Sumire, self appointed ‘sherlock holmes’, remember all this?

We really should’ve saw this coming when Amado said this, he was right on the money because thats exactly what she is, stupid.

From the very beginning shes been suspicious of him, thats her whole reason for becoming his ‘assistant’, to keep an eye on him and of course to ask Kawaki about Boruto but thats a separate topic. She appointed HERSELF as a spy because SHE was suspicious of him, thats why shes there working with him. Amado even calls her a genius and claims she was such a ‘oh so big’ help to him during the process of recreating and reattaching Kawakis arm, which is an important detail for what Im about to say next.

EXCUSE ME? IRRATIONAL GROUNDLESS FEAR? NO PROOF?

HE TOLD YOU HE COULD RE-IMPLANT KARMA ON KAWAKI WHICH HE DIDNT TELL ANYONE ELSE

HE TOLD YOU HE HAD A HIDDEN AGENDA FOR KAWAKI THAT HES PURPOSEFULLY NOT TELLING YOU OR ANYONE ELSE WHAT IT IS

HES ACTED SUSPICIOUS MULTIPLE TIMES WITH HIS UNUSUAL CONCERN FOR KAWAKI THATS CLEARLY MOTIVATED BY HIS OWN SELF INTEREST

SO HOW TF IS HER SUSPICIONS GROUNDLESS AND HOW TF DOES SHE NOT HAVE ANY PROOF? HES LITERALLY TOLD HER EVERYTHING TO HER FACE!!!!

Now how does this make her useless you ask? glad you asked

Amado put Karma back on Kawaki right under her nose, keep in mind, the whole reason she became his assistant was because she was suspicious of him and wanted to keep an eye on him, AMADO HIMSELF says that she was VERY much involved with the reattaching of Kawakis arm, he says he COULDNT have done it without her.

Now this implies 1 of 2 things

1 Amado was lyin his ass off and Sumire really didnt do much of anything, he just said that to make it seem like she did something

2 Sumire is fkin useless and didnt pay attention to what he was doing like she was supposed to

But lets give her the benefit of the doubt and say maybe the Karma implantation was something unnoticeable, lets just go ahead and say thats true

Explain this then

He not only re-implanted Karma right under Sumire’s nose, but he also put an emergency shut down function right infront of her too that now gives Amado and Ada/Daemon all the leverage that should’ve been prevented.

YOU. HAD. ONE. FKING. JOB. AND. YOU. BLEW. IT.

I dont wanna hear Sumire stans ever talk about her being a genius, her having this grand plan, her being sherlock holmes which the fkin audacity to even put them in the same sentence when THIS is her detective work, I dont wanna hear none of it.

All that true heroine, important role, genius, super spy nonsense is all out the fkin window now, this is absolutely indefensible no matter how much you stan her shes a danm DISGRACE.

Keep in mind to put in an emergency shut down function that’ll effect his entire body he has to put SOMETHING in him, something that’d have to look suspicious for just reattaching his arm and you want me to believe she just DIDNT question it? and if she did and he gave a half assed answer she just went along with it? she didnt tell nobody?

Fucking USELESS.

But hey dont get me wrong, Im not blaming everything on Sumire because lets be real, none of this would’ve happened if the grown ass men in charge actually PUT Amado under tight surveillance by Jonin like Sai and Hibiki who specialize in spying, interrogation, and intelligence work, hell to be extra thorough assign a Yamanaka there as well to probe his brain if they sense he not bein totally honest with them. 

Why was he constantly left alone with a danm child as the only person watching him and that was by her own CHOICE not cuz anyone was suspicious and asked her to spy on him no, she CHOSE to spy on him from her own suspicions, which means if she HADNT been suspicious then Amado would’ve been operating on Kawaki totally unsupervised!!!!

So please dont get it twisted and think this is me putting it all on Sumire nah, there are plenty of other ppl just as much at fault here if not more so, Naruto and Shikamaru being the biggest ones at fault for whats happening because of their complete and total incompetence.

Regardless that doesnt excuse Sumire from any of the blame, EVERYBODY should be held accountable for their role in this happening and that includes her, because she was the only one watchin him, she heard from his own mouth of his ulterior motives and alerted NO ONE, she watched and helped him work on Kawaki and she noticed NOTHING and if she did she clearly still let it happen without telling anyone what she saw to demand an explanation. She kept questioning Amado HERSELF and getting zero answers as if he has any reason to respond to some kid askin questions instead of going and getting ppl higher up who CAN make him talk like the mf Hokage or his advisor or hell even Sai who was RIGHT THERE WITH HER and she STILL kept her mouth shut.

THERE. IS. NO. DEFENDING. THIS.

Sumire and Code are the two most useless characters in this sequel thus far which is a feat I didnt think anyone could ever share with Code but this chapter just proved it can. I genuine feel bad for how Code has been utterly disrespected beyond repair and I feel bad for Sumire and how shit shes been written, be that as it may I dont feel too bad because we’ve been saying this was gonna happen for the longest now but stans kept claiming what a big important role she was gonna have and how she has this grand plan that not only was her role unimportant and simply to point out Amado was sus which everyone already knew, but she also had no plan and she herself admits she wasnt even confident in her own suspicions which is why she carelessly allowed all of this to happen right under her watch. Its a bad time to be a Sumire fan for manga readers right now.

And before you say it, its a bad time to be a Sarada and Mitsuki fan too, practically no one is safe from poor writing in this manga. Its just that as of right now Sumire and Code have it the worst.

[kishillaa]

SSM21 Day 19: Office

Sakura knocked on the door of the Otokage office, feeling anxious and nervous but excited at the same time. She feels like 2 years ago again, when she first land her feet on that very front door in that very village.

-

2 years ago

"Enter." A stoic, somehow oddly familiar voice responded to her knocking. She was a little anxious, not knowing who is behind that door. Kakashi has been very vague and sonewhat playful when he told her about her long-term mission in a village which supposed to be their enemy base.

"The Otokage has confirmed an alliance with Konoha." He said, from behind his hand which was folded together with his elbow propped up on the table.

"And who is he might I ask?" Was Sakura's respond.

"You'll know when you get there. Now off you go. I'll get some genin team to send your medical books that you might need when you're there." He said.

Not delaying any more time, Sakura squawk the door open and walk into the room with cautious, eyes train to the black mane of the Otokage head, staying alert. Here she is right into the ex-enemy's territory, offering help of which she couldn't care less of.

Clearing her throat she greets, "Otokage-sama." She bows her head, because her mother taught her to respect others and that's what she's doing.

At the sound of her voice, she heard the scribbling of pen on paper stopped.

"Is it... Sakura?" The hesitancy and confusion were lacing into the familiar voice causing Sakura to raise her head up quickly.

As she meets the kage's eyes, hers widen, "S-Sasuke—kun?"

The young man before her let go of the stationery in his hand, and lay back on the chair, "So they sent you huh, Sakura?"

Sakura bites her lips, throw her head to the side as she nods, "I didn't know you're the new Otokage. I—I thought y-you–" She couldn't finish her sentence.

Sakura return her gaze to Sasuke, a tear escaped her eyes as she stares at him, relieved.

Sasuke sighs, "Sakura." The way he pronounced the three syllabus of her name sounded so familiar, she yearns to hear more of it.

He rose up from his seat, taking a moment too long staring intently into the green of her eyes. "I apologise." He finally spoke, the sincerity was obvious from the look on his face and the shining of his mismatched eyes.

More tears cascade down her cheeks as Sakura sniffs, "You better be." She said, moving, running to the direction of Sasuke, roughly pull him closer and embrace him into her hug.

"Sakura, too–tight!" And she laughs, because after all this time, that sounded ridiculous.

"Alright, alright. Geez." Sakura said, pulled away from him, sniffing and wipe her tears before she beam up at him.

"I'm so happy you're all well and–" She pause as she really look at him. He is as handsome as ever–when was he not–but the obvious bags under his eyes, his more disheveled than usual hair and tired face, "You're not very well, are you?" She pressed, hands crossing over her chest.

Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose, "I've literally no time for anything else now, Sakura."

"Of course you do. You're the Otokage. I'm sure you've been very busy, but I don't think it'll hurt you to rest up a while. When was the last time you showered?"

"I can't remember." He dismiss her unthinkable agitation and told her to seat for them to discuss her position in the village, "As you know, Kabuto went missing after the war, and so Sound has no proper medical expertise. We've built the hospital, currently ordering medical supplies and medicines. We have medical staffs, but only a handful they can do. They weren't train in medicine."

Sakura nodded, "That makes sense. So, what's your proposal?"

"Well, I asked for Konoha to send me medical expert to train my people as an exchange of an alliance. I didn't know they're sending you."

"Kakashi-sensei didn't tell me anything more to come here and stay for until the Otokage let me leave. He's really responsible sometimes but definitely not helping in this case. Did Naruto know you're the Otokage?" Sakura lets out a chuckle, "I'm sure he'll freak out if he knew."

"I went to Konoha myself last week to prepare the alliance papers with Kakashi, I met him too. You..weren't in the village that time."

Scurched her forehead in confusion, Sakura asked, "Really? Why didn't anyone say anything?"

"I'd like to keep my status as an Otokage a secret. This village isn't stable yet, I prefer it that way before my enemies knew about me and decided its a good opportunity to destroy it."

"Fair enough. So, how long do you need me here for?" Sakura asks, smiling.

"As long as you need. Like I said, these people aren't familiar with medical skills and also hospital management. For the time being, I would like you to see the hospital yourself, and see if there is something to fix and change. I had asked a contractor expertise in building to build the hospital a year ago, and are just currently doing the minor part of the back wing."

"I see. Well, you're lucky. I helped Tsunade-shisou handling the hospital sometimes, so I might know a little too many things about hospital management." She winks playfully at him making Sasuke lower his head, smirking.

"Good then."

-

"Sasuke-kun." Sakura calls out. She's been staying in Oto for few months now, and everything has been great. The hospital went from unmanageable to run as smoothly as Konoha's hospital does.

The trainee she's been training was unexceptionally fast learner, that she had foreseeing them undergoing their own surgery. Her current plan is to open up a medical course for those ninja who took interest in medical field.

But right now, work aside, she needs to take Sasuke out of the dreaded office of Otokage.

"Come in, Sakura."

Skipping into Sasuke's office, Sakura take a seat before her ex teammate , "Its been half a year, Sasuke-kun." She spoke.

"Hn."

"And you haven't ask me on a date." That somehow got his attention as Sasuke stops writing on the paper he's on. Cautiously, he looks up at her and lower his pen, putting it on his table.

He put his elbow on the table and prop his chin on his palm.

"Isn't that what you did, Sakura?"

Sakura crossed her hands over her chest, and look away from him, "That was years ago. I'd like to be the one being asked. Not that I'm not used to it by now, seeing how my charm has successfully attracted many of your people."

"I can see that." He frowns as he stares at her.

"And I turn each and every one of them down." She told.

"That makes sense. They are nothing compared to you." Sakura burst out laughing at the arrogant way Sasuke spoke of her.

"That's a little mean, Otokage-sama." She mocks, she knew he doesn't like it when she calls him that.

Sasuke rolls his eyes, "What do you want, Sakura?"

A light blush appear on her cheeks at his question when she remember to what she was about to say, "I still only like you." She started, "I've always only loved you. I will wait as much as you want me to. But I feel bad turning everyone down. One of these days, I really will considering their offer, you know." She pauses, smiling almost sadly at him, "Have you think how long I've been waiting for you?"

He let out an almost exasperated sigh. "I'm no good, Sakura."

Chuckles humourlessly at what he said, Sakura look down at her hands, "I don't think perfect is what I look for in a person. Even when we were younger, Sasuke-kun, you're far from perfect. You're no good, either. But still, I loved you didn't I?"

She returns her eyes at him, "I've said this once to Naruto and I'm going to tell you too. When a girl truly falls in love, Sasuke-kun, her feelings won't change that easily."

Sakura went confused when Sasuke's expression morphed into a content relief one, as he let out a sigh while he close his eyes. After a moment, he smirks at her which makes Sakura even more bewildered, "You really annoying, aren't you?"

Sakura's eyes turn into slits at the familiar way Sasuke addresses her, "I really don't understand you calling me annoying all this time, Sasuke-kun. It really hurt me–" She stop mid sentence when something was tossed towards her. Clumsily catching it, Sakura asked, "What is this?"

"Marry me." Sakura's breath stuck in his throat at commanding of his voice asking for a marriage.

"W-What?" She looks at him, startled.

The tip of Sasuke's ears turn red as he looks away, "I don't do date."

Sakura blinks a few time at Sasuke before she turns to look at the crimson small jewellery box in her palm. She opens it.

At the sight of the ring inside, Sakura gasps. It was simple, with a silver band, and a white stone sculptured onto it but somehow so pretty, and so hers that Sakura's tears flow down her cheeks.

She looks up, "A-Are you sure, Sasuke-kun?"

Sasuke suddenly feels like the office suffocated him as he fix his shirt and nod, "Yes."

"Very, very sure?"

"I didn't carry the ring for this whole time for not being sure, Sakura. I was just afraid that you wouldn't agree to it ."

Sakura rose up from her seat infront of him, and move around to stand right before him. Sakura shoves the ring to his face, "Put it on me."

And that's what he did, slowly retrieve it off from kts place in the case and carefully slide it on Sakura's ring finger.

More tears make it way down her cheeks now that the ring is securedly place on her, "This looks perfect." She said, look up to Sasuke who looking at the ring with the same adoration.

"It suits you."

Sakura chuckles in her joyful tears, "It does, doesn't it?"

"You can stop crying." Sasuke frowns at Sakura's wetted face.

"I can't." She bark a laugh, "I'm so happy." She squeals and pull his neck towards her, hugging him so tightly that Sasuke groans.

"Too tight, Sakura."

Laughing, she let go of him, "Thank you, Sasuke-kun." She said as she send a smile his way.

Not able to refrain himself, Sasuke lowers his head down, angle it a little and kiss Sakura lightly on her lips.

Sakura was shocked, because Sasuke initiated an intimate touch of kissing. It shouldn't be real, but it is. So Sakura savour the moment as she deepen the kiss, pulling Sasuke closer by his neck and run her fingers through his hair. Sasuke surprised her again as he circle his lone arm around her waist, pulling her even closer.

The kiss start off soft but clumsy and almost sloppy–she suspected it was his first too–before it went a little rough, desperate but somehow passionate, as if trying to cover all the years between them.

Panting heavily as they pull away, Sasuke rests his forehead on top of Sakura's, "I apologise." He started, "For keeping you waiting."

Sakura breathed a laugh, "You better! God, I love you." She could feel his smile as he presses his lips on his forehead, right where she know her seal is placed.

"Did you really walking around with the ring with you?"

Sasuke scoffed loudly and let go of her, mumbling something remotely close to annoying.

-

That was a year ago. And right now, she was a nervous wreck, but excited. An excited nervous wreck.

"Come in."

Sakura walks into her husband office, "Anata." She calls out making him raised his head.

Pulling one if his eyebrows up in questioning manner, he asked, "What is it?"

"I have news." She said, biting her lips as she sit on the table right before him.

"News?" Sakura nodded, her hands fix the crumple fabrics of his shirt.

"About what?" He said, pulling her to him so she sits on his lap, his hand keep her head onto his chest. Sasuke lightly sniff the mixed smell of his wife's favourite shampoo and the smell of antiseptic. It's a weird combination, but he loves it.

Sakura was playing with the hem of his shirt, which alert him right away. Because that's her way of saying she's nervous.

He gently push her away to look her in the eyes, "What's this about, Sakura?"

"Naruto's going to be a godfather." She said, decided to not going straight to the point.

Sasuke frowns, "Who's having a child? Shikamaru?"

Sakura can't help the throaty laugh that makes it way out of her mouth at her confused husband, "No."

"Then?"

She takes Sasuke's hand from her side and put it on top of her abdomen, "We're having a child."

Sakura waits when Sasuke's eyes went wide as his expression become more confused. He turn rigid and stay still for a long moment before he blinks a few time and activate his eyes prowess, aiming it to her stomach. He gasped.

"You're pregnant."

"I am."

"I thought I saw something weird in your stomach before. Somekind of small chakra."

"You did?"

"I didn't think about it."

"That's great, Sasuke-kun. You can see her?"

"Her? It's a girl?"

"I'm not sure. But I feel like it's a girl."

"My family was male dominant."

Sakura makes a face, "It could be a girl too."

Sasuke nods, "I don't mind, boy or girl."

Sakura nods too, happy that her worry was for nothing because Sasuke is feeling happy, he looks content of the news and definitely looked nervous and excited just like she does, "Me too."

Sasuke place a kiss on Sakura's temple, "Thank you, Sakura."

She thinks, every good things happen in between them happen in this office.

[illyrian-lover-flower]

My little mischievous partner ~ Part 1

So before I start I just wanna point out that the main idea of this story came from @tomtenadia and I simply transformed it into a little Elriel ff with the IC. It was originally planed as only a one-shot, but it turned out way too long so I parted it.

And I just wanted to say @tomtenadia that I really am sorry that I post it this late, but anyway hope you enjoy. 

________________________________________________________________

It will be an peacefull evening they said. It will be relaxed they said. It will be fun they said. 

But all of this was the least from the situation right now.

Azriel, who had taken his first week off in decades, actually only wanted to spend some time with the seer. 

Just being around her and enjoy the last warm breathes of the summer air together with her, but of course did he get carried away as Mor and his brothers presured him into an evening with all of them. 

Instead of just him and Elain. 

And honestly Azriel didn’t know why he had agreed. Thinking for the fracture of a second that it was a good idea, but that thought had crossed his mind before his second glass of wine, or was it already the third? Maybe even the fourth? 

He honestly did not know how many it have been until now. 

The spymaster only learned that he would never trust his family when it came to peacefull evenings ever again. 

Knowing they would end up with two tipsy or drunken Illyrians, arguing over a topic they had been arguing over for the past five centuries. 

Their voices way too loud as to be tuned out as he continued listening to them. The warmth of the fire on his wings right now the only thing that kept him seated in the plush armchair.

“What do you mean by that you idiot?” roared Rhys, half slurring, at his brother, who had a smirk displayed on his face. “I mean by that, that Nesta would agree with my opinion.”

“You have no right to say that! Feyre knows I put best use to what I have!” 

Cass smirk grew at that. “I would say that too if had 10 inches to defend.”

Rhys huffed, chest puffed out as his violet eyes practically pierced his brother “Are you talking about yourself now or what?”

Azriel could only shake his head at the two Illyrians. Trying to tune out again, but the try was only of succes for a little amount of time, as suddenly a crash was heared. 

The lamp, that stood next to the seer that sat on the couch and absentmindly nibbled at one of her blueberry cookies, crashed to the floor. Causing the innocent fawn to almost jump to her feet. But that still didn’t change the fact that she chocked slightly on the cookie bites she chewed with such intesity that looking alone hurt. The intensness of her far away gaze prove that she, too, tried to stay with her mind as far away as possible from the arguing.

But that didn’t work as Rhys flared out his wings. Knocking over the lamp and almost hitting the innocent seer in her face. 

Elain, who already drank a good amount of wine too, dared to glare at Rhys back. A crack heared as she aggresivly bit off a piece of her cookie again. 

Azriel was amazed how the mood of the seer could change so easily. Normally all sweet and nice - even while she was drunk, but somehow she seemed allergic to loud bussy bodys. His two brothers shivering for the amount of a second, in which they had the full attention of an icy glare from the middle Archeron- that would have even made Amren proud. 

Causing him almost to laugh out loud and forget his aching skull. 

But his brothers were a literall pain in the neck. Their boaming voices a hammer to his head whenever they spoke. 

“Get a measuring stick and I will show you whos bigger! Or just ask Feyre!” 

Now Cassian was mocking him with a cooing voice “Do you really think you need a measuring stick? Don’t you think an ruler is more than enough for you?”

As Rhys loud voice already wanted to start arguing back - something in Azriel snapped. Causing him to jump to his feet, move swiftly past  the few couches in the sitting room and reach for his brothers. 

Taking each of their massive heads in his scarred hands as he clanked their heads together. Their skulls meeting with great force as a dull thud was heared. 

Both of his Illyrian brothers groaning as he let them go. Their hands rubbing the spots where they had collided with the head of  the other one just a moment ago. 

Cassian was the first to recover, still groaning as he rubbed his forehead “What the hell was that about?!” but his pissed tone soon vanished as he saw the fire flickering in Azriels eyes. 

Knowing even in his drunken state, to not piss off his brother further than here. 

The silence of his threats a cold blanket around them. 

Rhys was smart enough to keep quiet as well, hissing whispered curses of pain under his breath as he rubbed his forehead too. 

Everything felt right, now. Peace having settled, but only temporary. 

The strong head of the High Lord finding the better of his brother again, as he whispered to his comander, as they started to walk out the room, “I will still get the measureband!” 

Azriel sighed and lifted his hands in defeat. The seer, that had watched the scenario in quiet amazement, giggled at the silly gesture. Her tipsy state probably getting the better of her. 

Causing the pissed but tipsy Shadowsinger to smile genuinely at her, before he stormed up to his brothers. 

His cold presence in their backs making them turn around with their heads ducked in. Their hunched form remembering him of the time were Rhys mother had scolded the two of them for breaking her favourite vase. 

Azriel tried to cover them up back then, telling that one of his shadows had accidently knocked it over, but the Illyrian Lady of the Night court knew better. 

And right now Azriel would gladly be the one to scold the two, but his patience was already worn thin, so he quickened the whole process a bit. 

Pointing, with his scarred index finger, up the winged staircase. His voice not allowing any arguments “Go to your rooms! Both of you and I don’t wish to see any of  you two drunken idiots all night again! Got that!?” 

He grumbled at them. His brothers obbeying as they walked up with heavy steps the withe stairs up, Cassian not able to control his grumbling “Stupid mother hen! Always ruins the fun!” 

But the Spymaster only sighed. Trying his best to get the air out of his lungs.

Azriel was no speaker, that all of them knew, but sending a shadow to whack Cass at the back of his head was something he did with satisfaction. 

The head of the commander whiping around at the cool, stinging sensation on his skin. His fiery eyes widening in shock as he saw the cold promise that layed in Azriels pissed eyes, as he watched with crossed arms over his chest,  how his two brothers hurried up the stairs. 

A final sigh escaping the shadowsingers lips as he turned towards the sitting room again. Abondening the plush armchair and taking a seat beside the lovely flower grower instead. 

Her honey eyes glowed with something he had never seen before, as her normaly bright, head turning smile grew into a wide stretched smirk that made his heart shiver. “These two sure are a handfull.”

Azriel could only nod, rubbing his throbbing temples. 

This was clearly not the time of day he whished to put up with their nonsense, but they never seemed to have mercy with him. Mor,Amren and Feyre the only ones that even tried to allow him some peace, next to Elain of course.

Never would he have guessed that even the friendly seer could give him a troubling time, but he clearly mistook her. 

Elain was a fae that could send his entire body, with a soft touch, soaring up into the sky far,far above them. Which she did. The brush of her soft fingers on the heated skin of his forearm, making goosebumps appear all over his body.

The warmth of the fireplace infront of him, once again, the only thing that kept him seated. But then again, was it the warmth that kept him still or the quiet michivous gleam in Elains knowing eyes? 

Those warm doe eyes that never seemed to miss a second of the day, those eyes which were a calming ancheror to his raging thoughts - were now gleaming of a dangerous dark brown. 

A wicked smile stretching her lips, as she flashed him her white theeth. 

The sight alone of her, making his heart stutter. 

Those warm eyes reflecting the fire, as her hair cought the hue of orange and gold. Those golden curles of hers, suddenly looking like an river made of fire. Elains softness seemingly all gone, as that wicked smile and the hand on Azriels forearm kept him still.

Making him take in the rare sight infront of him. 

But it seemed that the tipsy seer was full of surprises this evening. 

Her petite form leaning in to whisper, in a sinfull voice, in his rounded ear. That wicked smile on her lips spreading on his own like a wild fire, as she explained her plan to him. 

A plan he would truely have never expected of her, but that made the smirk grow even wider. 

The sight of the two smirking figures on the couch would have made even Amren shiver, as they discussed a plan, that would not be forgoten by the Inner Circle, for the next centurie at least.

******

“Az sure isn’t as fun as a centurie ago.” slured Cass at Rhys as they strode through the large hallway on the second floor. The white wall to the commanders right, a pleasent companion on the way to his chambers. 

His brother could only nod as he, too, made the way to his room on wobbly knees and legs. 

The two drunken Illyrians not carring at all that, below them, the Spymaster could still hear them.

But both did not have the braincells for the thougt of carring rigth now. It was already hard enough for the two to remember the way to their bedrooms. 

A turn of the hallway to the right was Cassians reminder of where his room was, sadly for him he noticed the turn too late. The reminder hiting him like cold marble - quiet literally, like he needed to find out. With a groan, escaping his dry throat, he rubbed one of his temples - where his stubborn skull hit the cold floor. 

Rhysand could only watch. The look on his face not clearly readable. It seemed like he was torn between lauhing like crazy and helping Cassian get up. He decided for the first, as a howling laughter echoed through the empty white hallway. 

The sound too shrill, as the loud,booming midnight voice of his brother hit the commanders sensetiv ears. Making him cover them up with a light growel on his lips. 

He wasn’t quiet sure how long he sat there - or how long Rhysand laughed. But what he knew was that they both layed on their backs on the cold floor afterwards, probably because Rhys wasn’t able to hold his balance as he reached for Cass.

 The flickering faerie lights only a dimmed hue.

Weird. Hadn’t they been brigther before? Like really bright. Cassian remembered, that when they reached the top of the stairs and the light turned imideatly on, that it hurt his eyes so much he had to close them. 

The commander only shrugged as he looked into the hallway infront of him with furrowed eyebrows. Maybe he had just imagined the light so bright, since the light downstairs was even more dimmed.

But the temptation of giving in to this thought was taken away from him, as he saw the shadow. A shadow that looked like a pillow of needles. Sharp claws looking like cresent moons that wanted to slice the Commander and the High lord open. The high Lord that hadn’t even noticed the shadow behind him, since he was on all four trying to get up on wobbly feet - his back turned to the shadow. 

A cold shiver ran down Cassians spine as he noticed the twisting silhouette of claws and sharp teeth. Suddenly not so sure if it was just a shadow or the cloud of black  mist that was the creatures body.

With plate wide eyes fixed on the twisting thing on the wall - he shook his brother, that almost made it to stand, but was dragged down again as Cassian shook one of his wobbly legs. Making him fall with a loud thud as the commander  hissed at him “Rhys! Look behind you!” The high lord only threw daggers at his brother as his tan face colided with the white floor again. His cheek flat against the cold stone. “What is it Cass!” 

Cass had only looked for a moment at Rhys when he fell, but now - as he gestured to the wall. Everything was normall. His eyebrows furrowed as he mumbled to himself “I could swear I saw something ...” as Rhys crawled on all four to the next wall - so that he could get up safely- he only grumbled “Yeah sure.” 

Cassian could only shake his pounding head. The drunkness suddenly lifted by the shock, but as he turned his back to the white long wall opposite him - he could have sworn to have heared a hissing laugh. A sound that came close to swords clanking together. 

He shivered again, but got up on wobbly feet. His chamber was only afew steps away and Rhysand already started to walk to his own chamber, so there was probably no reason to be worried at all. 

“Night Brother.” was Cass last good night. Rhys grumbled as he took the way, closest to one of the walls , back into the main hallway “Night, short inch.” at that Cassian needed to laugh as he, too, made the short way to his door in a far too long time “You wish. We both know it’s not true.” 

The only answer was a slammed door and Cassian was left alone in the hallway his heavy hand already on the doorknob to his room as a cold breeze turned off all the faerie lights. Making him blink in the dark.

“Hihihihi.” There! Again that sudden laugh. Louder and clearly audible, as if someone was next to him. A cold breath on his cheek strengthening his theory. 

Cassian was never one to run away, but if that laugh belonged to the one he suspected. He would feel no shame tomorrow for having swung his door open and having stumbled into it. The door, that flung wide open at the force of stregth that was used on it, seemed to close itself again as the commander fell onto all four again. 

Slightly panting in fear, he turned on the dimm lights and only saw a black mist lick at the side of the lock, before it fell shut. 

The shiver increased as he felt his face go chalk white. The louring sound of sleep now the only thing that could make him forget abou these incidents. 

And so he went to bed. The thick blanket, that normally suffocated him, now too cold for him.

~~~~

Cassian didn’t know how long it was what he slept, but all he knew was the reason why he woke up. The sticky warm breath on his cheeks the complete opposite to the cold licking at his feet. Shivers waving through his paralyzed body, as he oh so slowly - turned on his back to look at the source of all this. 

Sharp yellowish teeth gleaming at him, as his eyes looked into the dark. The fullmoon light coming in through his window making his fears only worse as they made the thin yellow teeth look like little sharp knives. 

And for one of the few times of his life, did Cassian feel afraid of knives. 

But as he layed there - motionless- his brain started to catch up on him. A roaring scream escaping his lungs as he shoot up - hitting his head on the dark creature he so feared. His clumsy feet hurrying to get out from beneith the blanket.

[revengeoftheantichrist]

From Eden

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, Work-place harassment 

AO3  <<<Previous

Chapter 4

The staff on the upper level was being reshuffled today. This was an annual thing; it happened as the reproduction programme occasionally let greys change ranks, meaning certain positions had to filled and timetables changed. You didn’t have to worry about a lot, your position was permanent due to the speciality of your work. That’s what you thought anyway. “Y/N, my office please?” your manager had called. What was it this time? You got up and followed him, shutting the door behind you and taking a seat. “Is everything alright sir?” He hesitated a little before replying, “you are getting a promotion of sorts.” You looked confused. “The king has issued an order. He wants a personal garden on the 9th floor. Your track record is fantastic, so you will oversee the project and team. He has set some requirements that you’ll have to design around. Other than that, you have free reign basically, do what you want with it,” he finished. You sat there in shock. A personal royal garden that you were responsible for. One fuck up could be your demise. “I really don’t know what to say. I’m assuming I can’t turn it down.” He shook his head, “He wants the team to move down there too, so get packing. This afternoon, yourself and Lucy can go down and have a look at the space you have to work with and start getting some designs and plans down. You have all the resources available to you.” “when will we be moving?” “Tomorrow.” With that you were dismissed. //// “Hey Luce, have you ever seen what the king looks like?” You were on your delivery run to the 9th floor, where you’d be let in to see your project area. “no, I haven’t. But Sam did once, I think. I think he said something about him looking like a better version Michelangelo’s David,” she replied. You would describe ‘Adam’ in the same way. “Sam? Sam who then had to lick his boots then had his eye gouged out for ‘staring too much’?” She nodded. You had reached the delivery entrance. “Good afternoon Ms Mead, looking sexy as ever today,” you greeted. Her stoic face broke out into a little grin at your comment. “You’re damn right I look sexy. Anyway, leave the produce here, one of the staff will collect it. I’m sure you were told about your new job, so ill give you a tour,” she led you both in, swiping her special key card. You were nervous for some reason. Your survival depended on this. You gasped at seeing the inside of the 9th floor. It was dark and regal. Golds, blacks and reds. Marble polished to perfection. Priceless art pieces everywhere. This truly was the abode of a dark king. “Michael’s bust elsewhere so you don’t have to worry about seeing him too much,” Ms Mead clarified. Michael. The king’s name was Michael. You liked the way it tasted on your tongue. Repeating it to yourself a few times. You smiled to yourself, deciding that it was your favourite name. “Here we are, this is the space. Its right in the centre of everything.” She pointed to the circular marble stone in the centre, “You must build around that, but it’s all in the briefing and floor plans you were sent. I’ll come collect you in about 30 minutes. Do not wander off on your own,” with that final warning she let you be. You got closer to the stone. It was carved with deep channels in the shape of a pentagram. It must have been an alter of sorts. You’d assumed rituals would happen in dark spaces, but it seemed like the king wanted a sort of natural meditation space. One of the requirements was that’s the alter had to be surrounded by pomegranate trees. How very Hades of him. The tress cultivated in Eden were ancient, from Iran. You wondered how the family that had tended to them for generations felt on the day the trees were taken from them. Thousands of years of love and care could be tasted in the sweetness of the fruit, in the vibrancy of the dye the fruit created. Who had planted that first seed? What had those trees seen? Whose blood fertilised the soil? You felt it your duty to nurture those trees. And now you would have to part form some of them, it upset you a little, but you didn’t think about it too long, you had a whole other garden to plan. Mead eventually came to escort you out, needing to prepare for tomorrow. You gave instructions on beginning to remove the marble and the other structural changes that would need to be made for ‘little Eden’. The king had watched you leave from the balcony, smirking. //// Being a grey meant you didn’t have many belongings, so the room took you and hour to pack. You felt a little sad seeing it in three boxes. It had been your refuge for 5 years. A safe haven away from everything that went on outside of it. But for the past two weeks, even this safe haven had been invaded by outside forces. You dreams unnerved you. It was as if Adam had become a part of your unconscious mind. All you dreamed about was him. The pair of you in a garden, surrounded by little ones. But there were also snakes, a voice warning you to not bite the fruit. Catholic school didn’t prepare you for biblical dream interpretation. You tried to forget about them during the day, but all this talk of repopulation made it difficult. There were so many confirmed pregnancies, you wondered if you had the capacity for them all. It all reached its peak in February, everyone wanted Halloween babies, but so far there had been no Halloween babies. Your thoughts were interrupted by Lucy coming to get you. You gave the room one final look before handing the keys to the guard. A snake slithering out just before you shut the door. //// Your room on the 9th floor was closest to the garden, but furthest from anyone else. In order to save space, everyone was doubled up. Except for you. You had your room to yourself. It was a little lonely. But most of your hours were spent in the meeting room, discussing and finalising plans. Your final design had been approved; it was your dream garden, except for the alter in the middle. Work had begun; the marble removed, the piping for the water features in place, drainage and irrigation systems were ready and the artificial sunlight and temperature regulators were placed. All you had to do was plant and maintain. It was easier said than done, especially when a certain inspector liked to bother you. “Good afternoon Y/N,” Michael hummed from above you. You glared up at him, literally knee deep in dirt. “What do you want now? Was spilling my juice not enough for you this morning?” He had walked past your table that morning, knocking your drink from the table making it spill all over you. “There’s plenty of other things I could spill on you.” You scoffed and rolled you eyes at him, going back to checking roots and planting things. This was going to be a pond, everything had to be done before it was filled with water and koi. After five minutes, Michael got bored of watching you work. You were far too meticulous. But then again, this garden was for you, that’s why he let you design it. He imagined laughter ringing through the trees in a few years time. He’d get there. No, You’d get there. He wanted your full attention on him, so decided to be childish, throwing little rock off you and winding you up. “Oi! Pack it in! what are you? 9?” you still didn’t look up to him. “Yeah, Inches,” he replied. “Whatever you say,” you mumbled. He threw a bigger rock at your forehead this time, making you stop and finally look up at him. He watched your jaw clench in anger, and he laughed at you. You trudged over to him, stopping right Infront of him. You didn’t say anything, but he reached his hand out to help you out. Instead you pulled him into the mud. You turned back around to what you were doing, leaving him face first in the dirt, chuckling to yourself. Michael slowly got up, wiping his face. He hadn’t been this dirty since his sojourn. Had you been anyone else, you would now be a pile of ash, or in the dungeons for him to torture later. Instead he tackled you into the dirt. The pair of you broke out into a little scuffle, rolling around in the dirt. “Get off me! You’re too heavy!” you whined. His blond hair was now stained brown, your own grey uniform having the same fate. “No, I think I’m quite comfortable here,” he replied. “I’ll bite you; I’ll bite a whole chunk out of your face do not test me.” He grinned,” just like the bitch you are then.” You blew a raspberry at him, using your full strength to push him off you and to stand up. “My shift is over I’m leaving,” you turned to go. “At least help me clean up,” he pouted. “There greys specifically for that, I’m sure the king will let you borrow one of his,” with that you marched off, leaving the king in the dirt. //// You tracked mud through the hallway, wanting desperately just to clean up. “Y/N you look like shit,” Lucy pointed out. “I know,” you slammed your door open and closed. You peeled your overalls off and hopped in the shower. Watching the water turn from brown to clear. You had felt ‘Adams’ ‘Nine Inches’ when you were wrestling. You started to wonder how he’d feel inside you, the thought making you ache. You ran your hands down your body, to your wet folds, relieving yourself of the tension. You should have been more careful of your surroundings, you would have noticed the king watching you, relieving himself of his own tension.

Next>>>

[herwonderland7]

EPILOGUE

summary  》  Returning to the world where her current body is, it seems time hasn’t passed, as she was found at a different place.

characters  》  Gae Aera, Grandma Kim, The White Queen (Aerina), Lim Jaebeom, Mark Tuan, Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, Choi Youngjae, Bambam, Kim Yugyeom

warnings/author’s note  》  the end and it’s a wrap! 

genre  》  fantasy, got7!as!werewolves, got royal!au, got7 prince!au

“Is she alive!?”

“..well she is breathing!”

“Her pulse is still working!”

“But why isn’t she waking up?!”

Different voices were heard in Aera’s mind, as she couldn’t help but groan in annoyance on how loud and high pitch the voices were.

It was as if their voices were talking near her face.

Seeing a ball of light shining through her sight, Aera’s eyes out of nowhere open at once - causing multiple gasps coming from people. 

〖 AERA’S POV 〗

Where am I ?

My vision started to focus, and at the same time, my body feels really wet, as if I was splashed with water through my whole body.

And then I realized.

I’m back to where I came from, seeing familiar faces of people, which are the villagers. One of them was shoving others away, a face that I could recognize came and pulled me into her embrace.

“Oh my god! Aera!”

It was my mother, hugging me tightly in her arms and I could literally feel her body shaking. She proceeded to cup my cheeks, checking all inches of my face in a hurry.

“I’m okay, mother.” 

“Okay!? What were you thinking, Aera?! You jumped into a river!”

‘A river?’

“Right…” I muttered, and villagers started to wrap me with multiple blankets, as they helped me get up, thinking that I was weak and hurt but in fact, I wasn’t even harmed.

A river.. I’m sure that I fell into a hidden water canyon here.

“C’mon. Let’s get you home.” My mother had me by her side, helping me to walk as I mindlessly followed her, still thinking what had happened.

The lady watches her daughter, staring towards the window.

It’s been a few days after the incident where she was being called by villagers that they found her daughter right by the river. The same day where her daughter told her that she would be going into the forest.

She must have entered the other world.

“Aera.” The lady called her, putting a warm cup of tea infront of her.

Aera was given a week of medical leave from work, and her routine for every morning would be sitting by the window, staring outside mindlessly.

She had never done this before.

There were soft sniffles coming from Aera, as she looked at the other side while wiping her cheeks.

“Aera.. My love, are you okay?” Her mother questioned softly, as Aera turned towards the lady with a small smile, a sad one.

“I’m fine. Just dusts in my eyes.” Aera muttered as she wiped the corner of her eyes. Her mother chuckled, knowing her really well that she isn’t allergic to any dust - knowing she is lying.

As Aera was sipping onto her drink, something caught the eyes of her mother.

“What a lovely necklace, Aera. Which gentleman gave that to you?” 

Aera’s brow raised slightly, as her eyes immediately went downcast, seeing a necklace. Staring at it, Aera’s eyes automatically widened twice.

‘It wasn’t a dream or a memory! It is real!’

She began to touch it, and she felt how hard it is, how real it is - and Aera can’t help but tighten her grip onto the necklace.

‘Someone that I didn’t have the chance to say that I love him.’

Months later in Wonderland

“So.. the villagers on the west side want to make.. a statue of Aera?” 

“Yes, your majesty.” 

The Queen nodded slowly, handing a written scroll to one of the finance generals.

A few months had passed, and things changed in Aerina’s Kingdom, ever since the passing of the princess. Though everyone had move on, the Queen know there were still a group people that were still in denial - especially the citizens of Aerina.

There were ridiculous rumors here and there, but only the royal family knew the truth - hence the Queen had to do a public gathering right in front of the castle, explaining the truth to them and here she is, sitting on her throne, facing the generals regarding her own people’s request.

Which was making a large size statue of the late princess, in the middle of the kingdom, to worship her since Aera is a goddess.

“Should we notify the other kingdoms regarding the making of statues?”

“Yes please. Please inform the royal family of Morian first, followed by the other kingdoms.”

The Queen dismissed the generals and once they were gone, the White Queen sighed in exhaustion as she dealt with the kingdom’s situation. Now she finally realizes how hardworking and strong-willed Aera is on how she settled problems of her own people.

She dearly missed her daughter, but she knew is doing fine in the other world - so the Queen thought to herself that she might return one day, when they really needed her.

“A statue? For?”

“The citizens of Aerina believed that they should pray to the late princess for all the things she had done for them.” Morian’s general stated, as he was then being dismissed by Jaebeom after the general explains the situation.

Jaebeom sighed as he turned to look at the others who were just reading the scrolls that were given by the White Queen - it was a different request from the citizens, and adding on, the White Queen requested Morian to have the life size statues to be built in Morian too.

“..It’s the Queen’s request, so..” Youngjae answered, while looking at the others who were nodding their heads.

“..It’s been 9 months. I think it’s time for us to accept the fact that she is gone. It’s up to us now.” Mark commented, seeing all of his friends avoided each other’s eyes - knowing perfectly what they were thinking.

Some of them were still holding onto that hope, everyday. 

Jinyoung took the scrolls. “I’ll discuss more with the head of the village and town.” said Jinyoung, before exiting the meeting room, not even looking back.

“Bambam and I will tag along!” Yugyeom called out, pulling Bambam along with him as they ran out of the room. 

“I’ll deal with the financial issue regarding the decorations.” Youngjae offered, as he took the specific scroll regarding finance.

“I’ll talk to the White Queen about our plans,” informs Jaebeom, as he was already grabbing the papers, preparing to exit the room.

One by one, the others started to disperse, following the plan as they each have their own task to do.

It was as if they were trying to avoid the topic of the princess.

Now it’s just left Jackson and Mark.

“Do you miss her?” Jackson questioned Mark softly, as the older one was wrapping things up while folding the papers back.

“Of course, you too?” 

“Everyday without fail.”

                                               𝐓 𝐇 𝐄   𝐄 𝐍 𝐃

𝒎𝒂𝒔���𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

[najatheangel]

Hi~! Can I have a written ship for ateez, bts, and nct 127 please? I’m 21 years old, American, 5’4, Gemini, and I have green eyes. I’m very shy and awkward at first, but I’m more talkative, bubbly, weird, and feisty once you get to know me. I’m also a little moody and lazy at times 🥴. I’m going to school to be a vet tech (love animals) and I love taking naps. I enjoy sweets, soft/cuddly stuff, and trashy tv shows. I prefer to stay inside than go out to have fun, but I do enjoy shopping. Thank you so much! 🤗

Hii sweet pea🌸🌸, thanks for requesting. You sound like a sweetheart. I also appreciate your patience here’s your ship...

From Ateez, I ship you with...Seongwha

Positive Side: An adorable little duo. First of all Aries and Gemini’s are total couple material. There’s very strong communication and strong personalities that can handle each other. So both of your shells would open fast once you meet each other and at that point, the attachment becomes stronger as your days together goes by. Although Seongwha can be the more aggressive one in the relationship, it’s only because he’s a lot more passionate and excited about how things will start to develop in your relationship. Dates together are very soft! Since you both can be lazy at times, you both love to binge watch your favorite movies, dramas and tv shows together all day and have discussions in between every episode. His reactions to every app always makes you laugh because there so over the top. When you try to cuddle close to him, he would try to push you away acting like he didn’t like it at first, but then a second later he would pull you back close to him caressing the top of your head. He would be so supportive of your vet tech career and will be motivating you every step of the way.

Negative Side: As a team, it’s hard for the both of you to follow through with finishing a task/project without the other person. You both have this habit where you tend to procrastinate very easily by taking long naps, talking to your friends or even scrolling through social media. It’s understandable because your both working hard to take your careers to the next level but sometimes it can be hard to keep up with deadlines. For example, one day Seongwha would have to have an extra day exstension for not learning the choreography all because he was hanging out with his friends. In the case with you, you could miss one quiz one night because you stayed up all night watching Boys over Flowers.

But...: You both don’t let this happen all the time, especially when it all depends on your future. If it’s a goal you really want to accomplish or finish something your really interested in, your going to dedicate all the the time and put in effort in order to complete it. Once the job is done it’s back to the normal routine which doesn’t mean it’s necessarily a bad thing. When both of you complete your goals, you reward each other by going shopping or going out on a ice cream date. That’s the best part about this relationship, celebrating each other’s proud moments.

Uggh my gahd, stop it your too cute. 😭✨

From Bts, I ship you with...Jungkook

Positive Side: This bunny boy would love you in ways nobody else has shown you in a long time. At first it took sometime for you two to open up because of how shy, quiet and awkward you two can be when meeting each other, but he wanted you to feel comfortable by breaking his shell out as you were the one opening up to him first. Jungkook just follows your lead in the beginning when it comes to having conversations and even hanging out with him. After awhile, he just knew in his heart he wanted to be with you and worked for it until you accepted his confession. Jungkook loves exploring when it comes to trying new sweet spots with you. If you wanted a pound of chocolate chip edible cookie dough, he would get it for you. Also when your shopping with him to help him get his stage outfits for the next concert is a time where you both get silly chasing each other in and out the dressing room. Also you hyping each other up when getting each other’s hair done. “Wow look at my scrumptious blueberry. I love the blue hair on you.” He looks to the side blushing ruffling his hair. “I could say the same about you. They did amazing with your highlights.” Lastly, he would be there for you the whole time throughout your time finishing school. In a sense, he knows what it feels like to handle the pressure of graduating while practing as sn idol at a young age. He would give you words of encouragement and even right messages on sticky notes in your notebook every do it can boosts your energy.

Negative Side: Your both homey people which works out for the best, but out of the both of you, Jungkook is the more adventurous one. It’s expected that he’s more energetic because of his busy schedule and being an idol. Whenever he tries to ask you some days if you want to come along with him to go to the beach with him and the members or even try to tag you along with him to his next performance, your schedules wouldn’t line up or you were tired from working all day and just wanted to get some sleep. The both of you feel upset whenever you can’t see each other those days, but the you know that you have to finish your jobs for the day.

But...: Once a special occasion comes up such as a date, anniversary or a holiday comes up, you both plan months ahead to dedicate that time off. Once you get the approval to spend time with each other, it’s just makes your whole day. If it doesn’t ever work out, you guys still find time to FaceTime from your locations, you even decide to have fun with it. One time you had decided to do a FaceTime dinner date where you both dressed fancy and ordered the same food from different hotels. “The steak tastes so delicious babe. Thanks for recommending it to me.” “It’s no problem. I always know what you like. You look stunning in that dress baby.” The both of you blush at the amount of compliments you give each other and chat the whole night until you go to sleep.

From NCT 127, I ship you with...Haechan

Positive Side: Y’all would have a love-hate relationship. When y’all first meet, from the jump he would be dying to get to know you asking you all kinds of questions, but that’s because he wanted you to open out of your shell. Once y’all got to know each a lot better and become best friends, get ready for this man to tease you nonstop. He would jokingly try to push your bottons by making fun of how you eat soup, the way you walk in heels, literally anything and that’s when you both bicker back in forth coming for each other’s throats. After awhile, you both start developing feelings and it was awkward because the both of you were trying not to make it too obvious, but once you finally confess to each other it was a beautiful moment that you both can cherish. Not much changed in your relationship at that point it was more like best friends doing romantic things. He would drag you along everywhere whenever him and his 127 members travel around different states not giving a care in the world who was gossiping about the two of you. You also have chill dates where you’d sneak into each other’s rooms helping you study for school or watching movies all night long, but y’all would be distracted either way by play fighting or making out under the covers. Since both your moods change fast, it makes sense that this is your routine, but you both wouldn’t ever wanted things to change.

Negative Side: In the beginning, Haechan would sometimes go a little to far getting on your nerves bothering you constantly. One time you were tired from class and had to redo a paper from one of your English classes and all of a sudden Haechan was already on a ten dancing baby shark sexily in front of you. At first you were laughing and told him to stop, but then that turned to hours of silliness which led to missing your deadline to your paper. Even sometimes when he roasts you infront of the members, it turns into a big blowout with you both ignoring each other for days. “You know what Haechan you play too much and I’ve really had enough of your games. Your sleeping on the couch tonight.” “Fine by me, you snore too much anyway.” Snatches your pillow from you and slams the door. “I swear, he’s such a child..”

But...: The members couldn’t stand how gloomy you two were around each other and put you two in a private room to work out your differences. It was hard at first because your constant arguing. Once you both realize how hard you were on each other, you both made up and started to learn when not to cross the line with hurting each other’s feelings. He’s never going to stop messing with you, because that’s how he shows his form of love for you. What’s even better is that Haechan can be the best boyfriend at the same time being your number 1 supporter, teddy bear, best friend and lover.

Out of everyone, I ship you the most with...Jungkook ⭐️

@ermbabyel I hope you liked your ship and feel free to request again anytime in the future.

[utopianvoices]

dating au | c.jongho

⤗ check my masterlist for other members!

how he acts around you

tbh he’s really normal around you

the most normal out of all the members, i’d say

the chances of you developing a crush on him before he does is highly likely

doesn’t mean he likes you any less though

he might be the youngest in the group but definitely doesn’t lose out when it comes to maturity

when you first got to know him you were so surprised at how mature he was

reason one why you started to like him

reason two was because of how he treated you

always did things for you, like it was second nature to him

if you have dinner over at their dorm, he’ll instinctively clear the plate for you when you’re done

if you’re one of the last few left eating he’ll eat slower to keep you company

or just sits there with you and keeps you entertained while you’re eating

he wouldn’t even realise that he had fallen you

till he saw you in the morning one day

you had stayed over at the dorm because your movie night the previous day had extended longer than expected

and him being the gentleman he was, insisted that you had to stay over because he didn’t want you going back home alone at that time

lets you take his bed while he slept on the floor beside you

even though you insisted that you didn’t mind taking the couch outside

wakes up earlier than you and just looks over at you to make sure you’re comfortable 

and that’s when he sees how peaceful you look when you’re sleeping

even if there was drool all over face and your hair all over the place

he’d think you were the most beautiful

and finally comes to terms with his feelings for you

nothing changes actually

he just continues being the Good Boy he is

so you’ll have absolutely no idea that he returned your feelings

how he confesses

plans everything out to the tee

banishes the other boys from the dorm

and texts you, asking you to come over for a movie night

of course you agree right away

who would give up on a chance to see their crush 

ahem anyway

sets everything up beforehand

makes popcorn, grabs the fluffiest and cleanest pillow and blankets

even begs san to lend him his plushies

and boy had to beg

so you are greeted by the softest sight ever when you walk into the dorm

with all the plushies (except shiber, because san refused to let anyone other than him touch shiber)

and pillows set up perfectly

you don’t really suspect anything because you just think that it was him having some extra time to put all this together

“where are the rest?”

“uH they went to the pool.”

“.......at 8pm?”

jongho’s brain: (ﾟДﾟ;)

“tIME IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT, Y/N!!”

and you’re like “damn okay.....”

you’re shocked when the movie plays because it’s a romcom

not the usual action or thriller movie you both watched

“interesting movie choice” 

“ha hA HA thanks”

what was up with the awkward vibe

i’m writing it and even i can’t stand it

halfway through the movie and you can’t handle it

so you press pause on the movie and turn to the boy beside you

and he just stares at you like a deer caught in headlights

“what’s up with you??? you’ve been acting weird since the time i came! did i do something?”

and boy panics because he was only supposed to confess at the end of the movie

now that his timeline was met with some unexpected changes, he was wrecking his brain for the right words

finally just takes in a deep breath and confesses to you

“actually i called you over to tell you something important.”

and you nod your head, signalling that he had your full attention

“i don’t know how obvious i’ve been but i really like you and i would love it if you gave me a chance to go out with you.”

if you weren’t so happy, you would have probably been embarrassed at how loudly and quickly you said ‘yes’

but at the end of the day it didn’t matter because you scored one of the best boyfriends ever

＼(★^∀^★)／

first date

i hope you don’t mind sounding like a dying whale beside your boyfriend

because boy would definitely want to bring you for karaoke

actually spends so much time thinking of what he wants to do with you

for a first date

will discuss seriously with the other members to make sure he chooses well

after getting idiotic and useless suggestions from them 

he just decides on a simple date to karaoke and then dinner afterwards

wakes up earlier than usual to make sure that he looks good

because baby wants to impress

even checks the weather forecast to make sure that he’s prepared for anything that could happen

if it was forecasted to rain later in the evening, will bring an umbrella with him and pray you don’t bring an umbrella

he wants to be all romantic and share an umbrella with you under the pouring rain uwu

(´ω｀*)

books everything like the karaoke room beforehand so that the date goes as smoothly as possible

mostly because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if something unexpected happens

sO anyways

during the date, will pick the most romantic songs to sing

is pretty shy the first few songs

but he’ll gain some courage and start to look at you while singing the songs

looks at you with such sincerity that you can’t help but look away because of how flustered you were starting to feel

boy’s basically serenading you with his beautiful voice the whole time

when it was your turn, you’d refuse at first

literally who wants to sing after a vocal god has sung

but will somehow convince you to sing at least one song

if you’re a good singer, he’ll just listen and watch you in awe

if you weren’t so confident in your singing, he’d sing along with you

but would just make a fool out of himself so that you’d feel more comfortable singing with/infront him

after singing till your throats are sore, he’d bring you to a small diner around the corner

10/10 the type to be cliche and wipe your mouth if there was something there

he’d just slowly reach out while whispering a “you’ve got something.... right there...”

aND you’re dying because?? stop being so goddamn perfect

walks you back when you’re done and makes sure you’re not cold

if you’re cold, he wouldn’t give you his jacket

instead, he’ll just wrap his arms around your shoulder and pull you against him

letting his body heat warm you up

and it is a win-win-win situation

1st win: he doesn’t feel cold after giving you his jacket

2nd win: he gets to hold you close to him

3rd win: you’re not cold anymore too!!

first kiss

romantic asf

he just seems like the most romantic out of all the members tbh

let’s just pretend it was cold weather for the sake of this

it’ll probably happen during the fourth-ish date

you’ll be at the park

taking a walk, hand in hand

talking about whatever that came to your minds

when suddenly he stops, hands still intertwined with yours

so naturally it causes you to stop too

when you turn around to ask him what happened

he lets go of your hands and wraps them around the ends of your scarf

his heartbeat picking up pace as he looks at your confused face

he can literally feel his whole body filling up with love as he looks at you

and so he gently pulls the ends of your scarf closer to him

which makes you move closer to him

and finally he just dips his head and connects your lips together

involuntarily smiling into the kiss as your face flashes in his mind

literally all he can think about is you and it really translates into the kiss

if you’ve never been kissed before, this was for sure the best first kiss anyone could ever ask for

even if it wasn’t your first kiss it might as well the best kiss ever

boy kNOWS what he’s doing 

and is so gentle about it

as you pull away to catch your breath, he just rests his forehead against yours

his eyes boring into yours as he takes in every emotion displayed clearly in your eyes

and he’s sure that all his eyes hold are love for you

what the FUCK i just bias wrecked myself writing this

first fight

i can see him being slightly insecure in relationships

because i don’t think he has much experiences

and all he knows are from watching movies and dramas

and because of this insecurity of the unknown, it might translate to miscommunications between the both of you

which might lead to fights

the first time the both of you had a fight was when you were not answering any of his texts or calls

which was weird because you ALWAYS answered them or at least called back quickly

cue worried boyfriend

hits up all your friends on social media asking if they had any clue where you were

and is even more worried when he gets negative answers from all of them

is about to leave to your house when he sees one of your friend’s stories from a few hours ago

and stops dead in his track

because it’s a picture of both of you at a party and you hadn’t told him anything about a party

all but marches over to your house and bombards you with questions the moment you open the door

doesn’t really care about the tone in which he was speaking which triggers you too

so it becomes a full blown argument

“why didn’t you tell me you were going to a party?? i’ve never said no so why?? were you doing something you shouldn’t have or do you just not trust me enough to tell me where you are now?”

and you just retaliate with a 

“maybe if you shut up and listened to me, you would’ve known that the picture was taken weeks ago and that i’ve been sick!!”

....... cue the silence

“w-what?”

finally realises how sick you look and the occasional cough you let out

he’s filled with guilt from head to toe and honestly kind of just crumbles to the ground

wouldn’t approach you till you initiate it because he will feel like he doesn’t deserve your love anymore

takes it way harder than you do tbh

might let out a few tears even

so you’ll just sigh and join him on the floor, rubbing his back while whispering things like “it’s okay”, while he just cries while apologising into your shoulder

you two take the time to talk about whatever insecurities or issues you had and make sure you tackle them together one by one

will learn that conflicts can be avoided if talked about

so he never jumps to conclusion from then on

and fights are pretty much rare after the first few ones

favourite things to do together

oOoooO he loves to go grocery shopping with you

don’t ask me why

he just does

it’s the most wholesome, domestic thing to do and he lives for it

walks hand in hand with you to the store, swinging them back and forth like little children

if he’s in a playful mood, will put you in the cart and push you around

until a worker has to tell y’all off because.... excuse me..... you’re grown adults

smh

has a list pre-written before the trip but ends up getting everything and anything other than the ones on the list

you have to calm him down and make sure you’ve gotten the necessary items

before going crazy again and picking up all the junk food in the world

honestly how haven’t the both of you burst

oh, yes that’s because he literally drags you to the gym when he goes

and the first few times you were so adamant on not working out with him

but after a while you got so bored that you just decided to play around with the small equipment and bAM you both were now workout buddies

if the gym was empty 

he’d definitely be all cliche and do pushups with you underneath him, booping your noses every time he went down

and then would also proceed to show off his strength by doing squats while carrying you

is really extra basically

but you still swoon on the inside because the inner girl in you is screaming at your big and powerful boyfriend

♡(ŐωŐ人)

general affection

you know how he avoids kisses from the rest like they have some illness or something

is the exact opposite with you

whatever kisses his members fail to give him, you’re gonna have to do it

number one at whining

WILL whip out some aegyo if you still refuse to give in 

loves back hugging you

somehow it just makes him feel like he can protect you from anything, even for that short period of time

you’re making food? expect a wild jongho to attach himself to you 

deciding what to wear for the day? you’re attacked from the back

trying to sleep? he’s the big spoon

just basically loves to engulf you in his arms

will seriously stay in that position for hours if you both didn’t have adult responsibilities to attend to

so when you get a day off, expect to have a overgrown baby attached to you with super super glue

i’d say kisses and hugs with him happen on the same frequency

if he hugs you, he’ll go in for a kiss right after

or if he kisses you, will end it off with a hug

have i already mentioned that he’s a romantic fool

yes, multiple times

somehow even when he’s kissing you, is able to be the most gentleman about it

completely opposite from the rough and tough, strong man image he portrays

i don’t ever see him being rough about it

always gives you sweet and soft kisses

the kind which makes you smile

doesn’t get jealous often, but if he does..... oh boy

you in for a ride

kisses become very possessive and you honestly just have a hard time breathing

will nOT allow your lips to be separated for more than three seconds

if you complain that you can’t breathe

he’ll just call you a weakling and go back for another kiss

like okay damn we know you trained not to breathe when singing but others aren’t vocal legends like you jongho

does this thing where he throws you over his shoulder and walks around the house 

you know

casually

does this mostly when you don’t hit his ‘give me attention’ quota for the day

so he steals the attention from you

drops you on the couch and just does his best to squeeze onto the small ass couch that was clearly not made for two

doesn’t care

if there isn’t enough space for the two of you to lay side by side, will just drag you onto him while he lies on the couch

if you complain about being too heavy, he will just say “these were meant for holding you” pointing to his muscles

oMg loves loves to flex in front of you

i mean not like you don’t see his muscles every single day

but will still walk around sleeveless just to feed his ego when he sees you not so subtly staring at him 

in summary, has so many different moods but you love all moods equally

best boyfriend ever

[darkforestimagines]

Scratch

Sam x reader

"Y/N? Y/N?" you heard Sam call from the bedroom.

"Out here," you called from the kitchen. Toast popped out of the toaster and you took it out and dropped it on a plate. Just as you began to butter it, two warm arms wrapped around you and a warm chin sat heavily on your shoulder.

"Why are you up so early?" Sam mumbled into your neck.

"You asked everyone to be over at 6, so we could have breakfast and discuss the plan for meeting the Cullen's at 7."

You reached over to the windowsill over the sink and clicked the radio on. A folk song came on, too quiet to be intelligible.

"It's only 5:15," Sam hummed, kissing your neck. You shivered and leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth.

"And breakfast isn't going to make itself," you say, reaching over to slide two more piece of toast into the toaster.

"I don't deserve you," Sam said, giving you a little squeeze.

"Sure you do," you said, turning your head awkwardly so that you could kiss his cheek. "Can you do me a favour and go get some flowers for the table?"

"Flowers?"

"Daisies, dandelions... I don't care, as long as they're pretty and they're on the table."

Sam released you. The mason jar on the table sat empty, since your tulips had wilted a few days ago.

"I think I can manage that."

You heard the door creak open and slam shut. The more you cooked, the more the kitchen began to warm up. As you started moving things to the table, you opened the window so it wouldn't be so warm-- the shifters were so warmblooded, you didn't want them to be uncomfortable.

Taking a cursory glance out the window at 5:45, you didn't see Sam. Weird.

You slipped on Sam's rubber boots, feeling a bit like a child putting on their parent's shoes, and wandered out into the yard to find your boyfriend.

The cool spring breeze went right through your pajamas. You crossed your arms, trying to keep you own heat.

"Sam? Saaaaam?"

Nothing. Not even a bird. You walked around the side of the house and peeked into the backyard.

Nothing.

You walked back out to the front, hearing a truck come down the gravel road.

"Mornin' Y/N," Jared called, slamming the truck door shut. On the other side, Paul, Brady and Collin hopped out.

Paul opened his mouth to say something, but all four boys suddenly froze.

"Do you smell that?" Paul asked.

"It's a bloodsucker alright," Jared said.

You heard a rustling along the treeline, and then a scream.

"Y/N? Oh god, Y/N?"

"Sam, I'm so sorry,"

Someone was crying. You opened your eyes and found Sam leaning over you.

"Babe," you began to say. You felt so dizzy.

"Shhh, it's okay baby. I'm right here."

"Just calm down Brady, Y/N is okay,"

"What happened?" you asked, trying to sit up only to be pushed back down.

"There was a vampire. Brady phased too close to you and nicked your arm. You passed out." Sam said. You lifted your right arm-- nope, it's fine. You lifted your left arm-- ah, there we go. Someone had wrapped a green t-shirt around your arm, but it was soaked with blood.

"Take me inside," you said. The sight of the blood made you feel a bit woozy, but then again, you weren't in pain.

"Dude, I think she's in shock." Paul said from behind Sam. Your boyfriend scooped you up like a sack of potatoes and carried you into the house.

"Bathroom. Our bathroom. We need the first aid kit." You said. Sam set you down with your back to the tub. Jared opened all of the drawers until the first aid kit was located.

"Don't take that off." Sam said as you pulled at the bloody shirt.

"It's gonna stick to my wound, it's cotton." you said. "We need to clean it." you insisted. Sam gently removed the towel and you got your first look at your arm. Three long gashes monopolized your forearm.

"They're not so deep," you said. You felt like you were in a dream. You stuck your arm under the faucet of the tub and turned on the cool water. It looked like someone was washing a couple liters of fruit punch down the drain.

"Alright, that's enough." Sam said, turning off the faucet. He dried your arm with paper towels.

"Move Sam, let me do it. Just hold Y/N, they look like they're gonna pass out."

"I feel funny," you announced. Jared took hold of your arm and Sam sat down so that you couldn't see what Jared was doing. You pressed your right hand against his chest, letting it warm up before you flipped it to the back to let the other side warm up. Sam cupped your cheek and watched you with unparalleled focus.

"Where are the flowers, babe?"

"I got a little distracted," Sam said.

"That's okay," you said. His expression was still grim, you you leaned forwards and kissed his nose.

"When this whole thing is over, I think we need a vacation. Or a stay-cation. I just want to cuddle with you." You said. You heard Jared snicker from the other side of Sam.

"That's a good idea," Sam said. He looked tired and old.

"You look tired and old," you whispered, leaning your face into the crook of his neck. Mm. Warm.

"Hey Sam, Sue's here. Leah gave her a call." Paul said, sticking his head into the bathroom.

"Who's watching the fire?"

"Collin and Seth."

"Who's making breakfast?" you asked with a gasp.

"Seth and Jake are working on it." Paul said. Sam rubbed your back.

"All done!" Jared said, cutting in. "Looks like the bleeding is slowing down a lot. I can change the dressings after our little training session."

Your arm was wrapped in snowy white gauze.

"Let's move her to the couch, Sam. What do you want to drink, Y/N? Orange juice? You need sugar for all that bloodloss."

"Orange juice sounds good," you told him. Jared and Paul left the bathroom, and for a second it was just you and Sam.

"Sam, baby, I'm okay."

"You could've been hurt. Brady was reckless."

"It's not his fault." you said, taking Sam's hand in yours and giving it a squeeze. "Besides, a bite from a vampire is worse than a little scratch from a wolf."

"That's hardly a little scratch," Sam grumbled.

"Exactly!" you said.

"That's not what I meant," Sam said.

"No take-backs. Now, about that orange juice...?"

Sam shook his head at you and helped you up. He kept his arm on you until you were deposited on the couch. Paul had managed to find a sippy cup for you, and Sue began to pile blankets on you as soon as Sam let you down.

Everyone came to check on you. Truth be told, you felt tired, and after your orange juice you curled up with your head on Sue's lap.

"Y/N? Y/N?"

Your eyes fluttered open to find Sam kneeling infront of you. He smoothed back your hair and kissed your forehead.

"I'll be right back," he said.

"Have fun," you mumbled. You heard Paul's laugh in your dreams.

[therestismutlol]

Fair Enough • Haechan/Lee Donghyuck x Reader

You were there when it happened.

They were practicing, all eighteen of them for the Gayo Daejeon performance.

They were probably having fun earlier, but the moment you walked in the huge court they were serious, dancing in the middle of the song as their choreographer counted loudly.

You sat down at the empty bench beside one of NCT’s managers.

“I don’t get it. Why do they need to have back-up dancers? They’re already so many,"you asked him, but their manager raised his eyebrow at you. You immediately shut your mouth and bowed apologetically for conversing so thoughtlessly with an elder that you didn’t even know well.

This was not the first time you saw NCT practice in person, though. Definitely. You’ve seem them practice in the dance studio, in an open field, in this court; everywhere near the vicinity of SM, anywhere SM was concerned, because you were an SM Ent. trainee… But you were a special case.

You were set to debut in a girl group two years ago and be the senior of NCT instead, but the other members have left the company. There was Solhyun who left to pursue college, Sohee who was forced by her parents to stop her fruitless 7-year training, Tasha who went back to New York, and Lia who changed companies because of how SM treats you all poorly.

You were the only one left. Going solo might not be the best option, because you yourself know that you aren’t fit for that. But you were still there– here, even though SM doesn’t have any plans for you.

SM accepted a whole lot of trainees this year, sure, but most of them are male and the girls are a lot younger than you not older than 13, more inexperienced that you bet they’ll probably debut in a 4th gen girl group. You aren’t going to debut anytime soon, you knew well, but you had no other plans for yourself either. For the mean time though, SM gave you a job.

You became an average staff who runs around errands for everyone. Funny, because when you passed the auditions never in your mind did you ever thought that you’ll someday carry around luggages–bags of idols and doing their laundry, be dialed at unexpected times just to get something for them and all other things except performing on stage.

It wasn’t the ideal job, but hey. You couldn’t just go back to school now that your mom literally spread the news of you being in SM back home, the reason why you probably won’t finish your studies.

You sighed as you looked at the new member, Jungwoo. He sure was lucky to debut. Man, if only you were a guy you might not be currently jobless and be part of NCT by now, SM seems like they’re really taking the ‘infinite’ members seriously.

"I have a suggestion. What if I spin then do a bit more extra moves in this part?”

A familiar voice caught your attention, but not only yours but also everyone’s. It was Haechan, who didn’t even look like he broke a sweat, full of confidence at 9 in the morning.

The choreographer looked at him with raised brows, amused.“Well… That doesn’t sound bad. But wait, now that you suggested it, why don’t we make that 'extra’ idea a bit more extra?”

Your brows knit together. What, they’re gonna throw him up in the air or something?

“We’ll throw you up in the air or something.”

“What?” You whisper-shouted. It was also a shock to the person beside you as well apparently, his jaw slack.

“Throw me up in the air?”

“Yeah, like high up until you never return."Renjun joked, and Haechan was about to give him a whooping when the other guys laughed.

"Well, yeah, but we’ll arrange it to your limitations.”

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

Haechan wasn’t necessarily tossed in the air, but rather walked on it, as he ran on the others’ backs as if they were part of a staircase, guided by Johnny, the tallest, then he was set to jump then do a spin on the end.

They did it again.

It was an awe to watch. Honestly, at first you were scared for him because it looked dangerous.

But who cares anyway? They’ll be performing in a huge event so upping their game shouldn’t be too surprising, as artists of an entertainment that’s part of the Big 3.

Your phone rang, so you diverted your attention to your bag to fish it out. Upon seeing the caller I.D., you immediately pressed answer.

“Yes, hello,”

“Ma'am, where exactly am I going to deliver these five buckets of chicken?”

You stood up. The delivery guy from McDonald’s is now infront of SM, and like the other new, part-timing delivery men, he’s confused on the directions.

“I’ll greet you near the vicinity. There’s this coffee shop nearby the building, an–”

There was a loud scream.

You snapped your head to the source, and it traced back to the boy who just confidently volunteered for his own doom earlier.

“He sprained his ankle!” Taeyong shouts for everyone to know.

Everyone near went to him, and so did the manager who sat beside you.

“Hello..?"came from your phone, but you couldn’t bring yourself to talk as you had your eyes and mouth wide open.

Haechan was in pain, it was evident in his voice. It terrified you, and seeing him on the floor, crying while cradling his injured part, you knew that he wouldn’t be able to make it to the upcoming event set for them.

***

"Apparently, he broke his shin bone.”

You winced.

NCT’s other manager, manager Yoojin, looked at everyone in the waiting room as he delivered the news. Everyone was just as shocked as you, just as sympathetic.

“After they patch him up he’ll be staying at the hospital for the meanwhile,"he continued.

You couldn’t have imagined it, him actually hurting himself because of his recklessness–no one imagined it. He was fine this morning, and now he has a condition where if he performs next week, he might not be able to dance again. Even walk.

But it wasn’t his fault, actually.

It was the choreographer’s fault, you thought as you threw a glare towards the man’s way, who was sitting in a corner silently. But no one saw you, they were all either lost in their thoughts or discussing about the matter.

It wasn’t entirely Haechan’s fault. He suggested to do a bit more, sure, but the choreographer took it to a whole new level he expected Haechan to reach and the boy tried– like the paid, passionate idol he was.

This is where you agree that when it comes to management and care for the idols, SM sucked real bad. Not only for hiring these staffs but also overall. This is the reason why everyone in your group left.

Heck, it even took almost an hour before he was brought to the hospital. Now, you might sound like you’re a bit too over-the-top on blaming SM but who’ll be to blame for all of this? Haechan? Johnny, who was supposed to support him in doing the act? Everyone else?

"What do we do now?” You hear Zhong Chenle ask Johnny, who answered with a shrug and a sorry look.

You suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder, and you turned to see it was one of the staff.

“Did you bring the chicken?”

“Uh, yes."you remembered how, in the midst of panic and horror, you were still able to get the buckets of chicken then bring it with you in the car.

"Get it. They need to eat.”

“Right away.” You nodded as you got the car key from his hand.

You exited the room while wondering if you’d be able to bring all the chicken up on the fourth floor in one go, especially if the main elevators are under renovation and the stairs will be the only option to go up.

Climbed down the stairs for a few minutes. Maybe you should’ve asked for help from the other staff in this task.

You stopped when you almost passed by the emergency operating room on the first floor.

You couldn’t see anything of course, but you still glanced at the door with tinted glass. Haechan was in there, with a surgeon tending to him at the moment surely.

You don’t have any interest in him or with any other NCT members. You were all rookies together from the very start, so you aren’t really that awed whenever you see them walking around anywhere–also, they’re kinda like your bosses now so you just do whatever you’re told. You have the option to make friends with them, but you saw no reason to: treating them like your seniors and co-workers is enough. If you really had to describe your relationship with them in a short sentence, it’d be 'really formal’.

You definitely weren’t close with Haechan, but you felt pity for him. The idea of him actually leaving the life of an entertainer and him being so devastated about it affects you too. After all, you’re a fellow performer yourself(quite) and you couldn’t even dare to imagine life once you leave the industry just by an injury made by a petty accident.

“Poor boy.” You uttered, then turned left to the hall that leads to a covered parking area.

***

You sighed loudly after closing the door behind you. Just as you finished handing out each and everyone of the boys’ chicken piece you immediately went out, because Manager Yoojin told you to check up on the other NCT members left back in the court, and he also told you to bring the other chicken pieces with you.

This day is far from over, but you already felt so exhausted.

“This is training.” You encouraged yourself.

You sniffed the meat you were holding as you walked down the halls, and to the stairs.

Upon arriving on the third floor, you caught a glimpsed of red led light on top of the closed lift.

Wow, it seems like they’ve already finished 'repairing’ the elevators and you didn’t even notice. Since when anyway?

You stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to open when you pressed the '⬇’ button.

Ding.

Instead of stepping in, you halted then stepped back as nurses emerged from the elevator and pulled a bed with a patient in it.

You caught a glimpse of the face and your gut was right. It was Haechan, fast asleep.

And it looks like he’s got a cast now.

They wheeled him to a room, probably where he’ll stay for a week or two, making you realize that this floor are private rooms of patients.

You entered the elevator. As the door closes, you couldn’t help but recall the memory of his demise from earlier again.

That shit really hurt.

You cringed again, your brain automatically picturing it happening to you.

'No. Shut up. You aren’t going to debut anyway so what are you talking about.’

Talking to your brain inside your brain was definitely the sign that tells you that you’ve completely gone mad.

***

The next day you find yourself half-awake in your dance classes with the other trainees inside the building.

It’s because you’ve slept late watching (show). You didn’t even have the time to take a bath today because you were late.

“You have to sway your hips this way. That’s right. But remember to add a bit of a feel to it, like–”

Your instructor was interrupted by your phone ringing, and you scrambled to literally answer it as fast as you could because they were all giving you the 'look’.

“Hello?”

“(Y/n).”

You widened your eyes.“Mrs. Oh.”

One of the higher ups who’s in charge of field command in the company…and you were under her.

Everyone in the room widened their eyes when they heard her name, and your instructor cleared her throat before loudly resuming to start the class again.

Why did she call you this time?

“I cleared your schedule for the next three weeks.”

You frowned. “What? But…why?”

'Am I… getting fired?’

“Well, we have a different job for you.”

No.

Certainly, you didn’t know why you were appointed to be Haechan’s 'nanny’.

***

The morning two days after, you woke up early, around 3 AM in order to be by Haechan’s side when he wakes up. You already packed your things the night before, perfect for a four-day stay at the hospital.

You still can’t believe it. You frowned at yourself in the mirror while brushing your teeth.

SM surely could afford real 'nannies’ for him instead of you. It’s a multi-million dollar worth of company; even more so, so why you? Heck, you can’t even take care of yourself properly.

What’s wrong with SM? You don’t wanna sound like it’s gonna happen but what if you and Haechan become interested in each other? Or even if it doesn’t happen, the guy just started in the industry and you haven’t even debuted yet. Is SM seriously not afraid of scandals? It seems like the entertainment itself is the one who’s digging their own grave.

You turned off the faucet after spitting the paste and washing your toothbrush, then looked at yourself in the mirror.

Then sighed. You still wanted to sleep.

***

You knocked on the door that has a 'RM 123’ sign on the side.

The hallway of the third floor was deserted, the nurses standing by were behind the counter. It gave you an eerie vibe but once the door was opened by a woman who warmly smiled at you, you just realized everyone was just as tired as you.

“Oh… Are you (L/n)?”

“Ah, yes. Hello.” You bowed at her.

“Come on in.”

Obviously, his room would be large enough for it to be like a one-night hotel room. Haechan was still fast asleep on the hospital bed, white sheets covering him whole.

You took a seat on the couch that was propped against the wall, and the woman who made you enter sat beside you.

“Hello, I’m Donghyuck’s mother.”

It’s his mother.

Obviously. He looked a lot like her. She was also beautiful in your opinion, if she hadn’t thoroughly introduced herself you would’ve thought she was his oldest sister.

“Uh, hello,” you bowed again.“I’m (L/n)(Y/n).”

“They have told me of your arrival, so I prepared food. Tell me if you’re hungry, I’ll preheat it 'cause it’s in the fridge.”

“It’s okay! I just ate,”

You actually didn’t, but you’re not in the mood to eat right now.

She nodded.“If you want to eat there are foods in the cupboard and fridge over there.”

You looked at the place to where she’s pointing, and it’s at the far right. There’s a sink and a stove too, like a mini kitchen counter.

This place has everything.

“Anyway, I’m really glad you came. I needed help taking care of him, and I couldn’t do it 24/7 anymore because I am also busy with my job and my family back home."she stood up to get the remote from the bedside table to open the television."While I’m gone, I’m leaving Hyuck to your hands and I hope you take good care of him.”

“Of course… I’m paid to do exactly that.”

She laughs at your joke as she sits down beside you once again.

“Also,”

Your smile faltered when hers did as well. She looked at you straight in the eyes, and that made you fidgety.

“You seem like a nice young woman.”

She grabbed your hands that was resting on your lap, envoloping it in the warmth of her palms.

“And a clever one at that. Miss (L/n), I am giving all my trust to you, so I want you to be responsible. You, and Hyuck. How old are you?”

“___ years old.”

“See, you and Hyuck are mature now. I want you both to be responsible. Be responsible. Surely, you know what I’m talking about right?”

You actually don’t.

But you have a feeling of what it is, you’re just not sure if it’s really THAT or another thing.

“Yes."you nodded.

She caressed your arm with her other hand, smiling."Thank you, I just needed that assurance.”

She then stands up.

“Then, I’m seeing myself out now– I’ll leave you to it.”

She grabs her bag at the circular table near the couch, and you stood up to escort her to the door.

She opened the door, then stopped.

“Also, Hyuck’s a good kid. He’s a handful, but a good kid so I think you’ll get along fine.”

“Um. Okay?”

She waved goodbye, before closing the door.

You frowned. What

You went to the couch again, then fished your phone out of your pocket to check the time; 5:45 AM.

You yawned.

“Let’s sleep.” You muttered to yourself, then put your bag on the floor to lie down on the couch comfortably, opened the bag to produce a blanket.

Your eyes fluttered close, as the soft buzzing of the airconditioner flooded your senses.

***

You opened your eyes four hours later.

Sitting up, you yawned while rubbing your eyes.

'Oh… I’m in Haechan’s hospital room. I almost forgot,’ you thought as you looked around.

The sun was shining outside now, rays creeping in the room from the window.

You noticed that Haechan now sat on his bed and was looking outside the window.

“Haechan."you called.

He snapped his head towards you in a very startled manner.

"Ah… Hello.” He then bowed after collecting himself, and you bowed back. It seems like as an idol, he’s been used to surpise visits, considering his calm composure.

“Hello.”

“When… When did you get here?” He asks.

You frowned. He seriously didn’t see you sleeping on the couch for the past hours?

“Before your mom left. That early.”

He went silent for a moment, studying you. It did make you a bit conscious, his eyes were like finding a flaw of yours.

“What are you…doing here though?”

“I was sent to be your aid.”

“What? Seriously?”

“Yeah. For three weeks.”

He scoffed. “It’s not like I lost both my legs.”

“Well, even if you only hurt one, things wouldn’t be easy for you for the meanwhile, would it?” You stood up from the couch, stretching your arms high up.

“Come on,” you exhaled.“What do you want for breakfast?”

Haechan was someone you’ve known for a while. You’ve seen him on the MickeyMouse something show, seen him debut with the SMRookies, in NCT. But he was just someone you see on media, someone just passing by the halls of the company and at some point, just someone you’ve practiced with at the studio. Come to think of it, you two haven’t had any lengthy conversation until now.

It was weird.

Especially that you two are supposed to see each other every single day now, and that you two are only a few feet apart from each other, alone.

“I want to eat a bowl of carbonara."he says.

"Okay. Be more realistic, there are biscuits in the cupboard and sausages and tteokbokki in the fridge.”

“Then why did you even ask,"He uttered to himself but you heard it, and it took a lot for you not to hiss at him.

He lied back down, back now turned to you."I want biscuits and chocolate. The chocolate drink’s also in the fridge.”

Huh. Looks like he already knew everything about this place.

***

The day ended smoothly, he wasn’t much of a problem. He ate, slept, went on his phone, slept, got checked on by doctors and nurses, watched TV, then slept. The next day it seemed like his routine would be exactly the same, because when he woke up, he started with a question that’s concerned with the breakfast for this morning.

“While you were asleep I ordered carbonara.”

He blinked at you, and you swear you saw the corner of his lips rise.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Here.”

You brought out a freshly microwaved plate of carbonara from the oven and put it on the table that’s attached to the bed, and he ate the pasta with the chopsticks you gave him.

The TV was still on, because originally you were watching the morning news, and a breaking showbiz news appeared.

“Official line-up for Gayo Daejeon that’s going to happen four days from now is confirmed. The groups that are said to attend are BTS, EXO, TWICE, BLACKPINK, iKON, SEVENTEEN, GOT7, NCT…”

You looked at Haechan, just as his group’s name was mentioned and a picture of them appeared on-screen for a second.

He spared it a glance, but then he resumed eating.

You couldn’t help but feel pity for him again. You wondered what was going on inside his head, though you were very sure he was feeling so miserable… Because you would, honestly, if you were in his place.

But you’d rather not show sympathy for him. He might just become more miserable, or worse– become mad at you.

“It’s a shame, honestly.”

You blinked, then looked at him as he spoke. Is he really going to open up now?

“…I practiced so hard, and for so long.”

He was smiling bitterly, and you were starting to feel bad for him.

He looked at you.“Do you ever get that feeling where you wanna get up and dance, but you can’t?”

You shook your head. “I… haven’t broken my tibia.”

“…Ah, right,"he says, then ate a chopstickful of carbonara. There was a second of silence as he chewed on the lasagna. He then swallowed it, and continued speaking.

"It still hurts.”

You looked at the cast on his leg. “Right.”

“I look pathetic, don’t I?”

“You want me to tell you the truth?”

“Please.”

“You look pathetic.”

He sighs.

“You’ll get better soon.” You attempted to encourage him.

He looks at you, and you gave him a small smile.

“You just have to rest longer. You can’t afford to lose your job, because if you do, I’ll snatch your place and be one of NCT’s main dancers.”

He finally cracked a smile.“What?”

“I’m currently jobless, you see, so I won’t miss a beat when I see opportunity.”

“I can’t really picture you as a part of an all-boy group.”

“We could hide my gender.”

It was weird how you two are having your first decent conversation, but you’re glad it’s that of a good-natured one.

***

The third day. Everything was alright, but that was until the afternoon came.

“I think I’m gonna have to…”

“To…?”

“To…”

“To what, Haechan?” You ask louder, growing pissed. You were reading an article from a newspaper you found under the circular table, and he’s becoming a huge distraction.

“I’m gonna have to take a shit.”

Silence.

“No, you don’t.” Your mouth slowly opened to gape.

“Yes, I do.”

To think that you’ll someday help a grown man with excreting waste…

“Do you really need to…poop?”

He started to prop closer to the end of the bed, and you rushed to his side to aid him.

“Here, your crutches."you said as you hand it over to him which was resting beside his bed earlier.

He frowned at you."Seriously?”

“What?"you frowned back at him. "Do you expect me to carry you to the bathroom?”

“Well, at least just help me get to it.” He slung an arm around your shoulder and you immediately balanced yourselves fast as he put half his weight on you. Good thing you already set his crutches back on the wall prior.

“Warn me next time,” you glared at him, then at his injured leg. He just chuckled.

You two walked to the bathroom, and once you got inside and opened the lights you stared at the shiny, gleaming toilet.

What now?

“Take off my pants.”

“Shut up!"you made a disgusted face, and he laughed loudly.

"I was just kidding. Just help me sit down the toilet and get out.”

You did as you were told, then immediately left and shut the door.

You held your cheeks, and you knew you were red. That was so embarrassing.

“Also,” his voice came from the inside,“Call one of the nurses from the reception and request help. Should be a male.”

“You can do that?” You looked at the door.“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

Silence.

You wanted to kick down the door so badly after knowing he messed with you. You bet he was laughing behind this door, silently. But he was taking a shit so nevermind.

***

Fifth day. Besides the usual episodes he has where he writhes and cries because of the pain he was feeling on his leg(which panicked you on the first day but you eventually grew accustomed to it), nothing much happened(also today is the day he took a bath after a long time), but currently, you were washing the dishes you two used for lunch.

“…basically, everyone left that’s why I’m currently jobless.” You ended your story. You were basically telling him a part of the story of your life as you were carrying out your duties, because he was 'bored’ and wanted to know why you and your members haven’t debuted yet.

“Wow, back then I really thought you guys were going to debut.”

“Me too."you said as you wet his plate."Now don’t feel sorry for me because I feel sorry for you more.”

“Wow, okay,”

“How dare you injure yourself when you have a job,”

“How dare the floor,”

You two shared chuckles.

But then there was the ringing of the doorbell, and you and Haechan exchanged looks. You placed the soapy plates to the side before drying your hands at the towel placed on the near rack to open the door.

Mark, Johnny, Doyoung, Renjun, and a manager of them was just as shocked as you once you saw the other.

“(L/n)?"Mark asked.

"Yea, I was set to be his nanny for the meanwhile,"you explained immediately before anyone could form a word in their heads. You moved to the side to let them in.

Haechan smiled upon seeing them, and they shared one-arm hugs.

"Wait, I’m dying, I can’t breathe,"Haechan faked choking when Johnny came to hug him.

You stifled a laugh, but then decided to give them privacy by finishing the dishes and go and do the laundry downstairs instead. You needed clothes, and so will he anyway.

While you were on your way to the laundry however, you notice the decorations, the people, the spirit– the air around you.

It’s Christmas Eve, and it didn’t even cross your mind since you were so preoccupied with work. Your family was used to you not coming home for Christmas every year because of the same reason, the same reason why you’ve got no texts of worry or inquiry from them, so you’ve got no right to be mad no one’s reminding you about the festivity. Haechan was handicapped for the meanwhile so of course he wouldn’t give a damn anyway.

You wondered why the television, whenever you catch it on(which was probably always because Haechan), always coincidentally has no sign of Christmas reminder.

"Wow,” you stare at the Christmas tree in the middle of the Hospital’s lobby. When has this been put up? Taking care of a big baby really makes you live under a rock.

It’s Christmas, and it’s ridiculous to think that you’ll be spending it with a complete stranger.

“Yeah, it’s really a great deal. I’ve bought two for my wife.”

You turned to look at the strangers who just passed by. The man was carrying two large teddy bears.

Without a second thought, though you were still carrying a laundry basket, you approached them.

“Excuse me!”

They stopped in their tracks instantly, to your relief.

“Excuse me, but where did you get those?” You ask, pointing to the large stuffed toys he had on either arm.

“Uh, at the shopping centre from across the hospital. There’s this store called 'Jaehwannie’s’ which sells a lot of these, at a reasonable price.”

“Oh…okay.” You glanced at the near entrance of the hospital.“Thank you!”

The bears were so huge, you’ll have to put these clothes to the laundry first, then put it back up.

Duties done and so was the scavenging after, it took you long enough to find something you assumed was cute, good thing the shopping centre was 24/7 this holiday season.

You staggered down the hallway of the third floor, and you finally opened Haechan’s door with a scan of your card key.

Once you entered his room, you jumped in shock when you saw him just looking at you.

“W-Wh-Why are you still awake?” You widened your eyes.“It’s quarter to twelve midnight!”

He was frowning at you.

So you frowned back.

“W…hat?”

“What are those for?”

He was probably referring to the two huge bears half of your size that you’re currently holding on either arm.

You blinked at him.

Then suddenly, you felt yourself get warm and you knew yourself you were beyond embarrassed.

“I uh… You know. Christmas.”

“Oh… Did somebody give it to you?”

“No!"you immediately answered. But judging by his expression, you knew you sounded defensive without reason so you grounded yourself.

"um it’s actually… You know.”

It was too loud, and the curtains were tied beside the window.

Some fireworks were released outside in the night sky, lighting it up in various colours, and it was beautiful. You both were distracted, but you were the first to break from its spell and you took it as your cue to throw the light-blue bear at him.

“Hey–"he winced as he caught it anyway, but with impact.

"Merry Christmas.”

He looks at you with soft features now.

You just hugged your bear closer to you, a bit of embarrassment still eating you up.

“Don’t expect too much from a gift of mine, at least you have a gift even though I don’t know much about you. You should be grateful. You should be than–”

“…thank you.”

You couldn’t believe it.

He inspected the bear closely, then smiled to himself.

“It’s cute.”

You couldn’t say anything. And you couldn’t even fight back the smile forming on your lips either.

***

Christmas.

His family definitely video-called him for two hours early in the morning, also waking you up. Sadly, they couldn’t make it to the hospital because Jeju was so far and there were no unbooked flights for them, so they could only offer New Years’ celebration for him, which will be six days from now. Your family members, on the other hand, had texted you a 'Merry Christmas’ prior so you have no issues either.

Currently, you were making stew for breakfast.

“Why don’t you eat the hospital food anyway?” You complained, having to make him something everyday.

“I don’t like hospital food.”

“So I always end up eating them.” You roll your eyes.

Your mind wandered to the thing the doctor said earlier, when he came to check on him. Haechan’s far from fully recovered, but compared to the first day he was confined here, he says he was better. The doctor says the management was constantly bugging the hospital of treating Haechan outside of the building, and he says one more day and Haechan could be transferred to his home.

“I think it’s time for a cast change.” You heard Haechan say,“I’ll call for a nurse.”

“Do whatever, the telephone’s on the table beside you,” you answer. With the ladle, you took a taste of the stew. Not bad.

Does this mean that you’ll stop taking care of him sooner, though? 'Cause surely, there would be a personal nurse sent with Haechan.

You blinked. Then shook your head.

So?

You’ll finally have some rest.

You turned off the stove after it’s cooked, then put the contents in a bowl. You brought it to where he was, and he sniffed it.

“Smells nice,”

“Of course.”

As you placed his on the table in front of him, you two started to eat silently.

“So…"you started."Where’s the nurse?”

“They were actually changing the cast today, but in the afternoon so,”

“Okay,”

Slurping was the only sound heard inside the room.

You looked at him. He was bare-faced, but not bad-looking. Also, the mole under his eye was cute.

He looks like a baby while eating away.

“You know,"you started once again."You’re actually pretty nice. At first I thought you were silent or snobby.”

He raised his brow at you as his eyes met yours.“Where did that came from?”

You shrugged.

“Well,” he shrugs,“I actually am.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, but you know. I’m bored. And our ages aren’t that far apart anyway, so disrespecting you is a big yes.”

You blinked. Then frowned.

“…Wait a minute, I just realized that for the past days you’re actually not using honorifics when talking to me anymore.” You can’t believe it. Now that you think about it, he was calling you by your first name too!

“You just noticed?” He raised his brows.“You too, though.”

But how could you not notice you were talking to him informally for the past few days too!?

“B-But at least I’m not feeling THAT close to call you by your first name.”

“Call me Donghyuck then.”

The TV monitor was loud, but you couldn’t really make out any words from it as your mind was bugged at the way he grins at you. It was something really questionable, something you couldn’t make out if it’s something sinister or something really… warm. You see him smile often, but that was with others.

It’s just weird that he’s smiling at you. Smiling for you.

You lifted a hand to the skin above your heart, an attempt to soothe the blocked gushing of air. It was as if it was full, and you want to just… breathe.

“…you’re embarrassing.” You mumble, and he laughs.

“It’s just weird that you’re calling be by my stage name because right now, I’m not an idol. Besides, I assume you aren’t a fan of mine anyway, but if you’re more comfortable calling me Haechan then you do you. There’s nothing to be red about.”

You widened your eyes at him. “I’m… I’m not red!”

“You are. Why are you red?"his expression was that of a smug one.

"I’m not!” You turned your back on him and then he’s pulling the tips of the hair strands of yours that he could reach with his index and thumb.

“Call me Donghyuck oppa then,”

“No way in hell,”

“Come on! 'Donghyuck oppa’,"he pitched his voice a bit higher in an attempt to piss you off more, and it works so well.”(Y/n)!“

If you just known him longer, you could’ve hit him upside the head right then and there.

Not really your kind of Christmas, but you guess it’ll do.

***

You’ve woken up earlier than Haechan today, as usual. It also maybe or may not be because he had trouble sleeping because he watched the Gayo Daejeon last night, NCT’s and SMTown’s, and though he says he was fine and you were ridiculous to even ask if he was, the look on his face said he was beyond disappointed in himself again, because instead of being there currently, he was here, in the hospital.

He drowned himself in soy milk with you later that night until you had to tear away the slipping glass cup from his hand, and from his 'knocked-out’ self.

You looked at him, sleeping peacefully while embracing the huge bear you gave him.

He honestly looks like an angel. He should just be forever asleep, what if you just put a pillow over his head and suffoca

"What should I make for today’s breakfast?” You yawn as you stood up from the couch and stretched.

You heard the ring of the doorbell, and slipping on your slippers, you assumed it was either the doctor, nurse, or both, again. The food-bringer usually comes later.

“Good–���

You widened your eyes.

It was Manager Yoojin, two staffs, a doctor, a nurse, a woman who looks younger than you, and Haechan’s mother.

“…morning.”

You all bowed to each other, and you opened the door wider for them to come inside.

It was a lot of people. And you knew this was not something like a normal visit.

“Donghyuck will be discharged but will continue resting, though at our home.”

You nodded.

The doctor just left after explaining things you weren’t concerned to his family, the nurses adjusting everything, in the process of waking him up so they could remove the needle on his wrist, and the two staffs were there to gather all of his things. Honestly, it hurted when they handled the cute bear you gave him harshly.

You, Mrs. Lee and the younger girl sat on the couch.

“Nothing drastically happened when I was away, right?” His mother laughed, and you smiled, shaking your head.

“Except the disaster he makes whenever he attempts to do things on his own.”

“This kid, really,” she shakes her head.

You accidentally locked eye contact with what seems to be like Haechan’s younger sister, who smiled at you and waved. You returned the favor, but then Mrs. Lee called for your attention once again.

“Thank you for taking care of him.”

“Not at all; like I said already it’s my job. Though you promised he’d be a nice kid, he was not.”

Mrs. Lee and Haechan’s sister laughed.

“He’s warmed up to you sooner.”

“If anything, Mrs. Lee, you were wrong at the part where you said he’s a good kid. In all honestly, he was just being a problem.”

“I was not,”

You all looked at the person you’re all currently talking about, and he was there, rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

You shot him a doubting look, to which he raised his brows at you. Then, he looks at his mom and sister.

“Hey mom, sis.”

“Hello baby.” His mom smiled. His little sister just stuck her tongue out at him, and has now become a big mood especially when he stuck his tongue out back at her.

It was a really funny sight to see, but also a warm one. It really seems like Haechan grew up in a very close family, and you admire the Lees for that.

But somehow, seeing the nurses remove the needle from him is melancholic.

Fast forward Mrs. Lee and sister Lee left to get something to eat from the cafeteria on the first floor, and the nurses went back to wherever, leaving you two alone.

“Why the long face?"he asks, and you look at him, stopping at folding your clothes to put back in your bag.

"What?”

“If it’s about me calling you fart-head earlier, I’m sorry. I know I get carried away and it’s really disrespectful, especially if I’ve just known you…”

Why is he apologizing? –Well, it was actually sane he apologize because usually he’s being very impolite but you don’t see the need for him to anymore. That’s just…

“Too late.” You smirk, “Donghyuck.”

He stopped. Then his lips slowly lifted upwards.

“Hey,”

By now, you and him are now sharing a grin.

“Did you just call me–”

“Donghyuck.”

You two chuckled, and he tilted his head to the side, exhaling.

“Wow, okay,"he met your eyes. "Fair enough.”

You just shrug at him and continue packing your things.

“So, Jeju, huh."you started once again.

Even if you’re not looking at him, you could feel his stare at the back of your head.

”…Yeah, seems like it.“

Silence reigned between the two of you, before he spoke again.

"Guess I’m not seeing your face anymore.”

You look at him right when he said those words.

He was smiling.“That’s a relief. I’m actually growing sick of seeing you everyday,”

You internally slapped yourself. Of course, it’s Donghyuck.

“Gee, you’re welcome."You sarcastically shot back."No need to thank me for being your slave this past week.”

“Are you ready?”

You two simultaneously looked up to Mrs. Lee, accompanied by two nurses. They brought a wheelchair with them too.

You and Donghyuck exchanged looks.

***

There was a white van waiting at the second entrance of the hospital, greeting you all. You were informed that the van only caters the Lees initially, so obviously you’ll seperate ways from there.

“Bye, I guess.” You met eyes with the still fragile tan-skinned boy beside you.

“Yeah,"He smiles."Don’t miss me too much.”

“Excuse me?” You huffed.“You’re the one who’ll miss my cooking.”

“Your cooking sucks.”

“Oh yeah?” You cross your arms as you looked at him from foot to head.“Rude.”

Someone called Mrs. Lee, so she didn’t hop on the van yet. Donghyuck was put to a seat of the van by a staff though, but the door was still widely opened so you two could still exchange judging looks.

During the days, you really didn’t notice, but now, it was as if everything happened too fast. It went from you not knowing a thing about this boy to you two knowing the times you first stole something. Your uneventful life was suddenly tossed and turned in just a mere week, and you could say you’re not actually mad.

You’re going to miss him.

But only for a little bit of course.

Just a little bit.

From the corner of your eye Mrs. Lee has now put down her phone, which meant she’ll be joining the others in the car now, and will take their leave.

She smiles at you, before climbing up the van.

You waved at them, before turning your back to go inside the hospital once again. You’re taking a taxi from the other entrance, you’ve decided.

“(L/n)?”

You looked at Mrs. Lee over your shoulder.

She was frowning at you.

“Where are you going?”

Your feet once again turned to the van.

“Uhm, I was just going to take the taxi on the other…”

“Why though? We’ll drop you by your house for you to get more necessities anyway.”

“Uh…"you were confused. What?

She frowns deeper."Are you… not informed?”

Informed of what?

You check your phone, and then you raised your brows as you read a text message from Mrs. Oh.

'Hey (Y/n)?

We cleared your schedule again. Sorry for the abruptness, it’s just that we ran out of staff to send so if it’s okay, we extended your time with Mr. Lee to another week. You’ll be going to Jeju with them. The van that’ll arrive will send you home first for you to gather your passport and other things. Also, don’t worry, all of this will pay you double. Do your best.’

You look at Donghyuck’s confused face.

Donghyuck grew even more confused when a smile slowly grew on your lips.

You climbed to the car then closed the door after you, and sat beside his now slowly enlightened self, seeming to start catching up on the gist of things.

“Yeah,” you exhaled.“It seems like you won’t miss me that much anymore.”

A smile slowly formed on Hyuck’s lips.

[aristocraticundyne]

Things That Break - Wolf 359

Daniel Jacobi was, by definition, a pretty horrific person. By the age of 20 he was already responsible for thousands of deaths, isolated from whatever family he had left, and presumed dead himself by his 26th birthday. He was stoic and blunt, to a level of which usually much concern would be raised. But Jacobi was also talented at all the wrong things, chemistry, technology, clockwork. Bombs, explosives, tuning out the dying screams of thousands. Daniel Jacobi was trigger happy. Warren Kepler was also a pretty horrific person, for different reasons. He was successful, charming and mysterious. He was high up in the rankings of Goddard Futuristics business which meant he had authority and exercised it regularly. Kepler was a smart man, a professional man, but he lacked an army, he lacked tools, pawns to lead. Space travel was never a real consideration for him, he was paperwork and fountain pens and black ties. But there were some loose ends Cutter needed cleared up, and Kepler was more than happy to do the dirty work if it payed off for him in the long term. The Hephaestus station had been compromised, which wasn't really part of the plan, and Kepler had to go up there and take back control. Renée Minkowski, the only person up there that Kepler believed had any brain cells, had let her team slip. Goddard Futuristics favourite insane doctor Hillbert had completely ran off course, Escaped Convict Doug Eiffel was missing in action floating somewhere in the abyss of Wolf 359, Unit 214 kept breaking and Captain Isabella Lovelace had returned from the deep depths of literal death. This was one hell of a loose end. Warren Kepler compiled a team, his pawns. Super Scientist Alana Maxwell who was one hacked password away from the wrong side of the law and our dearest genocidal bomb expert, Daniel Jacobi. Skip to 4 months later, and it was the day before the Contact Event day. Where all Goddard Futuristics work built up to this moment, finalised proof of alien contact. Wolf 359 was unpredictable, no one knew what it would disperse out or what the effects would be on their ship or crew, but one thing was for sure; Kepler's ratings would go through the roof. He sat back in his leather chair, eyes closed and scotch in hand, dreaming of a life back on Earth. Dreaming of a reality where he could march into Cutter's office and show him he was worth it, worth the faked deaths and conspiracies and coverups, that it was worth breaking Doug Eiffel of all men out of prison, that it was worth letting Hillbert loose on the crew. He would be so proud of him. A small smile spread across his face at the thought. "Sir?" There was a crackled voice on the coms system, patched directly into Kepler's room, a private call. He recognised the voice. "Jacobi, it's late. What do you want?" Kepler's voice was smooth and calm like the midday sea. He always tried to deal with Jacobi kindly, he was a troubled boy but he meant well, and he was always loyal. "I think there's something we need to discuss, Sir, it's about the Contact Event" Kepler's smile faded a little and his mind switched to work-mode. There were so many things that could go wrong with the Contact Event that it barely warranted thinking about. "You can come in, Jacobi" Kepler said. After a few moments Jacobi was leaning on the side of Kepler's desk, thick boots to compensate for the weird gravity up here, Goddard Futuristics company blue overalls rolled down and tied at the waist, white tank top and grey slouchy hoodie. Jacobi didn't own and item of clothing that wasn't decorated with burn marks or oil stains or chemical stains, he was a scruffy kid, with barely any manners. "Sir..." Jacobi pointed upwards and stared at Kepler's disapproving expression. Unit 214 was always watching, listening, it was her job but it was also an inconvenience. Privacy was not an option on this ship. Kepler sighed and cleared his throat. "Hera...block out all sensory details you acquire from this room and regulate the oxygen and temperature levels. Jacobi and I need to have a private chat." Kepler always spoke like he was making a request, however everyone knew it was a blatant command. Hera, Unit 214, glitched slightly, she always did. Maxwell said they were working on it but everyone was aware that 'Working on it' simply isn't enough. "Yes Sir, removing all sensory system updates from your room" She said calmly and then the coms system went quiet. Jacobi visibly relaxed. "They are planning something" He said, staring at the wall. "We know they are, and we are on top of it. Right Jacobi?" Kepler raised an eyebrow. Jacobi nodded, his gaze falling to the floor. "Everything's covered Sir. If Lovelace or Hilbert try their secret room trick, all I have to do it click a button and-" He illustrated an explosion with his spread out palms and fingers. "And the others?" Kepler asked. "Maxwell has Hera sorted, Eiffel is harmless and Minkowski is nothing without her crew. Sorted" Jacobi turned to face Kepler, still not smiling. "Now now, I wouldn't say that Doug Eiffel is harmless, he is a convicted criminal" Kepler smiled wide as he reminded Jacobi of that, yet it was still a kind smile. Jacobi shrugged "Yeah well there's no children here for him to endanger so I think we will be okay" he looked back to the floor with a smirk. Kepler's smile lingered as he looked over Jacobi's features. "Jacobi, tomorrow is very important" The younger man tsked, a movement that bobbed his whole body a little "You told my family I was dead, perhaps I'll finally get to live up to their expectations after tomorrow." "Now now..." Kepler interrupted him "I don't want that negative attitude..." His hand landed on Jacobi's thigh. They had touched before, it was surprisingly rare to make any bodily contact up here because everyone was so busy and there simply wasn't any need for it. But a million miles away from Earth, the warmth of another human's skin was somewhat comfortable. Kepler often found himself with his arm around Jacobi's shoulders or waist, or with their hands touching, Jacobi's dirt clad, overworked hands tightly gripping Kepler's neatly cared for and large ones in times of stress. Not because Kepler needed the support, but because he felt Jacobi did. So it was no surprise when Jacobi didn't even flinch at the feeling of Kepler's heavy reassuring hand on his thigh. He was too caught up in his thoughts to notice it. "Jacobi-" "Do we get funerals out here, Sir? Or will you just throw my body into the atmosphere and let the star take it considering my family buried me 4 years ago" Jacobi stared at the wall as he spoke. Kepler smirked "Jacobi, you are over thinking things, tomorrow will be fine. Whatever happens, happens!" He smiled warmly and took a sip of his drink. Jacobi nodded slowly, and rested his hand ontop of Kepler's. "Tonight could be our last night alive, Sir" Kepler put his drink down "Technically it's always night time here, it's space..." Jacobi rolled his eyes and looked at Kepler "You know what I mean" He mumbled. The younger man stood up and walked around to sit on Kepler's desk right infront of him. Kepler leaned back with a chuckle as Jacobi looked him up and down. A full suit and tie, as always. "Sir, What do you miss about Earth?" Kepler noted how Jacobi's voice lilted like a school girl's as he spoke, asking a question to the only teacher and role model he had left. "Available booze, the order of it all, proper toilets, appropriately placed kitchen knives for me to stab you with when you get annoying" Kepler's lips curled into a smile and Jacobi chuckled, although they both knew that Kepler wouldn't hesitate to actually do so. "Did you have a wife? Kids?" Jacobi asked. Kepler shook his head and looked down to his own lap "Always too busy, I also despised the idea entirely. And you?" Jacobi laughed and smiled warmly "Can you imagine me meeting someone? 'So Daniel, what do you do for fun?' 'Oh I make explosives and I'm technically a terrorist, how's your meal?' Yeah no" Kepler chuckled deeply and looked to Jacobi "Isn't that how we met?" He reached both hands to explore Jacobi's thighs, he was a skinny boy, but Kepler still gained a sense of comfort and relaxation from slowly stroking knee to hip with open palms. Jacobi glanced at his hands "Yeah but you were recruiting me. It's different" he said shortly. Kepler sighed and dragged his hands away "Can I enjoy my scotch in peace now or is there something else you've thought of to say that's worth my time?" Jacobi thought for a moment "I guess I just wanna say that I'm thankful to be able to be part of this team. It's been an honour to serve under you Sir" He stood up and started to leave. Kepler had a ghost of a smile on his face "Sure...Jacobi, I'm not going to let you die alone tomorrow" His hand caught Jacobi's. Kepler needed something. A distraction, comfort, reassurance, he wasn't sure. Tomorrow was going to be hell. He would have to deal with the star freaking out, alien activity and half his crew turning against him. If he thought about it any longer he felt as though his composed and calm mind would split. Jacobi was scared. He was sure tomorrow's events would kill him, either the star or his fellow crew mates. And if he survived this, his friends might not, Kepler might not, and what would they do without a leader? He thought of his family and his mother, how they have already grieved for him. They wouldn't even notice his death now. Then he felt Kepler's firm hand in his, a contrast from the cold metal he was used to holding. He took a breath and slowly sat down again on his desk. Kepler stood up slowly, ending up between Jacobi's legs. He ran his hands up his thighs and to his hips and pressed their bodies together. Jacobi made a soft noise and melted against Kepler's strong frame, he closed his eyes and it was like being back in bed, his own bed at home in his quiet apartment surrounded by thick blankets and gentle heat. Kepler indulged himself in the feeling of another person's body in his arms, Jacobi was shorter and skinnier but the way his spine arched in to pressed against him, the way his hair smelt like chemicals and sweat and hard trustworthy work, and the way his breathing was soft and fragile in his ear but his heart pounded and fluttered in his chest, he was perfect. "Jacobi, I'm not going to let you die tomorrow" "You can't control that. We never know what the star is gonna do!" Jacobi's voice was low yet angry. "We know that something big is going to happen, we have everything ready and prepared. I trust that you have done what needs to be done. That being said...in the event that something does happen to you.." Kepler sighed with his whole body. For the first time, he fully considered losing Jacobi. It would be a loss to the team, he knew was to do in every situation, he was loyal and not always trouble. But Jacobi was also a pain in the ass, he was quick witted and opinionated. Kepler found his hands wandering up Jacobi's back, into his rough blonde hair, the younger male felt so right in his arms. "...If anything does happen to you, I'll hold you just like this..." Kepler finished. Jacobi's arms linked over Kepler's shoulders. He hid his head in the crook of Kepler's neck "Sir...is this uh, is this cuddle thing permanent?" Kepler pulled away a little, in order to see Jacobi properly. It was a long time since Jacobi had been held like this, since someone's body was this close to his own. The heat of Kepler's chest, the smell of his musky cologne, the way his arms wrapped around him so perfectly, it felt right to be this close. Jacobi felt Kepler pull away, his eyes fleeted over the elder's face and he felt a small pang in his heart at the loss of contact. Before he knew it, Jacobi was resting his lips against Kepler's. Kepler smiled and kissed back slowly, it had been years since contact like this for either of them. Space was lonely. Jacobi was impatient and sloppy, while Kepler, as always, was formal and calm. The two held eachother with wandering hands for what felt like a lifetime, yet it still wasn't enough time. Kepler pulled away with a gentle huff and Jacobi's casual smirk developed into a laugh. "Now now, Jacobi that was exceedingly unprofessional" Kepler smiled and stroked Jacobi's messy hair. "Hm, well in all fairness, Sir, we might die tomorrow and I'm not wanting to regret anything" Jacobi grinned. Kepler calmly slid Jacobi's hoodie off of his shoulders and gave him another soft kiss "So, crazy loose cannon Jacobi is afraid of dying, how...unexpected" "I'm not afraid!" Jacobi protested. "I just have so much left to work on. The Contact Point is kinda a big deal, and I might not get to work with the results after" "Whatever happens, happens. Don't let Eiffel, or the others, get in your way again. You're a smart kid" "You sound like Cutter" Jacobi snorted. "I'll take that as a compliment" Kepler smiled in a way that suggested he was up to something, he seemed to always smile like that. "Jacobi, would you do me the honours of spending your possibly last peaceful night, in here, with me?" Kepler sipped his scotch and smiled as he relaxed back into his chair, feet apart and legs spread. He was a devil of a man. And Jacobi was no angel. "Of course, Sir" Jacobi stood up off the desk with a smirk and lowered himself to straddle Kepler's wide lap. It was risky, and uncalled for and dangerous. In fact Jacobi was pretty certain that the folks back at Goddard Futuristics probably had this ship bugged, they were probably watching the whole thing. Kepler didn't care, he ran his hands down the sides of the kid who was known for breaking things and thought of a life beyond tomorrow, beyond the Contact Event. Everything would change.