#they're looking at each other for a moment from like... three inches away still; catching their respective breaths

[invinciblerodent]

Replaying from the beginning, I don't think I'll ever get over the fact that Astarion actually expected us to not immediately clock that he's a vampire. And I know this has been said before, but it's so hilarious.

He's over there, thinking himself suave and secretive, with such decor as...

A clearly bloody glass cup sitting right in front of his tent, in a puddle of blood, as the very first thing you see

another bloody goblet at his feet, with stains that do not look anything like wine on his white carpet

jars of blood inside his open tent, complete with a very clear bloodstain on the pallet under his bedroll

this clearly labeled bloodbank jar, covered in bloodstains, just on the table right next to him

this veritable dinner table napkin covered in blood, and of course, the pièce de résistance,

the fucking mirror in clear view, angled perfectly so that if he wasn't a vampire, you should be able to see his ass in it in premier plan when approaching from the campfire.

Not only is he very clearly a vampire, but he's also an excessively messy eater, which honestly makes the fact that he is only revealed on the third night a downright humiliating admonishment of the party's collective intelligence.

(Though, armed with the knowledge that he cannot seem to keep blood in his mouth, there is also some real potential here for the first act of physical tenderness he experiences in centuries to be the player character just... absently wiping a drop of their blood off his chin with their hand after a feeding.)

[analogwriting]

It Comes in Waves

Chapter 10: Spilling Waves

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 2.8k first|next

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You followed Chopper to the deck. You barely stepped a foot out the door before you heard Luffy screaming your name followed by the immediate feeling of his limbs wrapping around your body as he hugged you tightly. You yelped as his body slammed with yours.

“Hey, Luffy,” you choked out. 

“LUFFY BE CAREFUL THEY ARE STILL RECOVERING!!!” Chopper was going to blow a gasket at this rate. You looked at the reindeer. “It's okay, Chopper. I'll be fine.��

You patted Luffy's back. 

“I thought I lost you,” he mumbled, his face buried in your neck. That statement hurt your heart. “Can't get rid of me that easily.” You tried to lighten the mood but he was quiet for a moment more. Even with his carefree attitude, you knew that his brother’s death affected him. You thought about all the times the three of you happened to run into each other. They were always fun.

He slowly let you go and air slowly came back to your lungs. “I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry,” you mumbled, ruffling his hair once you were able to fully move again. 

Once he let go, you gave him a proper hug. You pulled away, looking at him with pride. Much like an older sibling would. “Look at you! I think you grew a few inches!” You laughed. Your eyes landed on his scar and that day filled your mind but you tried to not let it dampen your mood. 

Though, it was in the shape of an ‘x’. Probably because his life was a treasure.

“I did, actually! I'm also a lot stronger now! I can use haki!” You grinned at him lazily, putting your hands on your hips. “Well, shit. Looks like the title of King of the Pirates is already yours,” you mused, once more ruffling his hair.

Luffy quickly pulled you to the table to start eating. He was talking your ear off, getting you caught up. You greeted everyone, catching up and making small talk with everyone. They all filled you in on what they had been up to.

 As time went on, everyone dispersed into their own conversations. You noticed two people you had never seen before. “Who…?” You looked at Luffy who followed your gaze back to the two newcomers.

“They're a couple of people we ran into on Punk Hazard.”

“My name is Kinemon and this is my son, Momonosuke.” You immediately noted the way they spoke. “Sir Luffy has been kind enough to let us accompany you all to your next destination.”

You nodded. “Uh, I'm Y/n.” The man, Kinemon, nodded back. “I have heard a great deal about you. Sir Luffy seems to hold you in high regards. As does Sir Law.” Luffy you were expecting, but Law? He talked about you when you weren’t around? You had a hard time believing it. He probably just chimed in. Though, you thought about his behavior earlier. Now that you thought about it, where was he?

The samurai spoke up again. “So, how did you meet Sir Luffy?” He looked at you with a curious look. You weren’t sure how to make him out quite yet. He seemed innocent enough, but you were still weary towards strangers.

“Uh, well. Luffy and his crew kind of just…picked me up? Saved me.” You shrugged. “I had just escaped from the Marines. Very narrowly. I was floating on a piece of driftwood and Luffy, quite literally, grabbed me and pulled me onto his ship.” It was terrifying at the time. To suddenly be flying through the air when just moments before you were close to death. You had taken quite the beating at the time. Lost a lot of blood.

Luffy spoke up. “Oh yeah! I remember!” He cackled. “The face you made was so funny, y/n.”

“I would hope so considering you pummeled them right into me,” Zoro commented. He made a face.

You nodded, laughing softly. “Yeah…almost gave both of us a concussion. And that was before Chopper joined the crew so we would've just been nursing ourselves back to health.” Despite what had happened, you looked back on the memory fondly. You looked at Zoro. “And you yelled at me like it was my fault,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“Let it go, that was forever ago.” He rolled his eyes. Or his eye. How did he get that scar? “I was literally bleeding out and you were scolding me like I did it on purpose. I’m never letting you live it down.” You snorted, shaking your head. “Never apologized either.” You sighed. “But Sanji made lunch as an apology after Nami helped patch me up. So, I guess it worked out.”

Luffy looked at you for a moment. “Remember what you told me that day?”

You paused, feeling your own face soften as you remembered that day fondly. “You were bouncing around and apologizing. The way you were acting, I had said that you reminded me of a friend of mine. That you two had even kind of looked alike.” You looked down for a moment. 

“You said I reminded you of Ace.” He didn’t introduce himself right away, so you didn’t know he was the Luffy that Ace had spoken so fondly of. It wasn’t until you had told him that that he had burst into a wide excited smile and started talking animatedly about him.

You nodded. “You did. You still do.” The energy around the table grew somber at the mention of the captain’s brother. He held a special place in the hearts of many that were on board currently. “Same unruly hair. Same crazy attitude. Not to mention your appetite.” That gained some laughs. 

“I'm sure it wasn't easy cooking with both of them on board, eh, Sanji?” The cook groaned at the thought of it. “So much food.” The two of them seemed to have endless stomachs. Luffy was enough, but Luffy and Ace? If you hadn’t seen it yourself, you never would’ve believed it.

“You know, you remind me of him too, y/n.” You blinked, looking at Luffy. You didn’t think you looked anything like him. “What do you mean?”

“You look after me and take care of me when you see me. Like Ace did. Almost like an older sibling!” 

You blinked, feeling heat rush up to your cheeks. “Well, you're like a little brother to me, so it works out.” You smiled, ruffling his hair again.

After that, conversations continued once more and everyone turned to their own thing. As people finished eating, they spread out on the deck, doing their own things. Towards the end of the night, you were on a bench, Luffy's head in your lap as he snoozed. You had a feeling he must have been missing his brother a lot tonight and that's why he was attached to you. It was clear now how much Luffy cared for you - like another sibling. You faintly remembered Ace mentioning they had another brother but he had passed away a long time ago.

Luffy had lost two brothers and yet he still found reasons to smile. You didn’t know how he did it. You admired him for that. You were only recently finding your own smile again. All thanks to two brothers and co. 

“He really was worried, you know.” You looked up, seeing Robin. She was in passing to grab some cola for Franky when she noticed Luffy sleeping. “When Usopp and Law showed up with you, I thought he was going to lose it. Shut down like he did when…you know.” There was sadness in her eyes, but a fond smile on her face. You could see how much she cared about her captain. Luffy was lucky to have so many people that cared about him.

You frowned slightly as you thought. “He just has a big heart. He cares so much for everyone.” You don’t know why you kept trying to convince yourself you weren’t special in any kind of way.

“But not everyone reminds him of his big brother,” she mused, walking off again. It did make sense. You came in and out of his life, fretting over him whenever you saw him. Much like Ace had. You couldn't help it. When you found out he was Ace’s brother, you felt like you had to protect him. He was your best friend’s brother! Pretty much your own! 

You thought about various times you had run into Luffy. It was a whirlwind every time. A breath of fresh air. He was filled with so much warmth and love for those around him. It warmed your own heart and reminded you of the home you were forced to leave a long time ago. At the same time, it only strengthened your resolve in your mission. You wanted to make the world a safer place. You knew you couldn’t completely end slavery and take down the Celestial Dragons, but you did what you could.

“What are you thinking about?” You looked up, seeing Law. You shrugged, looking back down at Luffy. “Nothing in particular.”

“I don't believe you.” He looked at you, studying your face. “If I had to guess, I'd say that you're thinking about what Luffy said earlier.” 

You were quiet, staring at Luffy's sleeping face. He was right. You were still dwelling on it. Then something dawned on you. “Hold on. You weren’t even at dinner? How did you know?” You looked at him.

“Dinner was on deck. I just wasn’t at the table.” He shrugged. “I heard everything though.” You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment. Then you realized something.

“Wait. Why are you here?”

He stared at you. “Oh? Am I not allowed to be here? Are you upset that I’m here?” He smirked. You glared. “You and I both know that’s not what I meant,” you said. He held his hands up in surrender. “Alright, no need to get so hostile,” he mused. “No need to be so…feisty.” You stared at him for a moment before you burst into laughter and he chuckled along with you. “I completely forgot about him, oh my ocean.” 

Your laughter caused Luffy to stir and you quickly quieted down. “Oh, sorry,” you whispered to the sleeping man in your lap. He readjusted himself before snoring once more. You chuckled, looking at Law. “Gotta keep an eye on me now, huh,” you teased. Law smirked, nodding. “Oh yeah. Make sure I keep you in check or whatever he was going on about.” You both chuckled quietly to yourselves. Even though it was only a year ago - it felt much longer.

“So, tell me. Why are you here? Where’s everyone else?” You looked at him after making sure Luffy was still comfortably asleep. Law was quiet for a moment. “Luffy agreed to help me take down Doflamingo in Dressrosa.” You thought for a moment. That name sounded familiar. “The warlord?” He nodded. “Yeah. He…” For a moment, Law looked like he was about to tell you about something from his past before deciding against it. 

You opened your mouth to ask when Luffy began to stir.

“Y/n?” he asked, groggily. 

“Yes, Luff? I'm right here,” you crooked softly as you ran your hand through his hair. He adjusted himself before settling back down. “I just wanted to make sure you hadn't left yet,” he mumbled. “Don't leave without saying goodbye…” He drifted back off. 

“Do you make it a habit to leave without saying goodbye?” Law asked, referring to Luffy's words. You groaned. Not this again. You thought that was long forgotten at this point. You shook your head. “I don't. I think he was just saying it.”

“Ah, so just me then.”

You glared at Law. “Can we not do this right now? That was also forever ago.”

Before either of you could say anything else, the sound of Brook’s violin filled the air. You felt the exhaustion of the night's events catch up to you and before you knew it, you were also asleep. 

--

The next morning, you groaned. You noticed you were in bed. You sat up, holding your head. It was pounding. Water. You needed some water. You stood up, shuffling towards where the kitchen was. It must still have been early as only Sanji and Nami were in the kitchen. They were discussing something when you walked in. 

“Good morning, y/n!” They both chimed, a smirk on both of their faces. They even shared a look before glancing back at you. “What?” You looked at them. They were gossiping about something. “What did you two hear?” They only grinned in response. Oh, you didn’t like that.

“Sleep well?” Nami asked, there was a hint of something in her voice but you were too tired to figure it out. 

“Would you like some water?” Sanji held out a cup to you and you nodded. When you reached for the cup, that's when you realized you were wearing something that you didn't have on the night before. Your movements paused midair as you processed this. Nami and Sanji exchanged looks again, grinning at each other. “There it is.”

You were wearing the jacket that Law had been wearing the night before. How did you make it all the way to the kitchen without noticing? You were suddenly glad no one else was awake to see this. How did this happen?

“Listen-” You started, but the thief stopped you by holding up a photo. You took it, studying it. Your face immediately turned as red as the apples that Sanji was currently cooking with.

Luffy, Law, and you sitting on the bench, all fast asleep. Luffy’s head in your lap, your head on Law’s shoulder, and his head on yours. You couldn’t take your eyes off the picture. Mostly because you couldn’t meet Nami’s eyes right now.

“You guys look like a little family!” Nami teased, her shit eating grin growing larger somehow. “Nami, please,” you groaned, covering your face in embarrassment. “Everyone saw, you know.” Her teasing was going to kill you. You peeked at her through your fingers. “No they didn’t.” She looked at Sanji, who nodded. “Yeah. Just about everyone saw. Except Luffy, for obvious reasons.”

“We were tired! As if you guys haven't fallen asleep on each other before.”

Sanji and Nami shared, yet again, another look. Fuck. “Suuuure,” they both said, turning back to their own tasks. Nami went to take the photo back and you held it from her. “Oh, absolutely not. I’m destroying this.” She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think so!” She hopped over the table to chase you and you yelped, turning on your heel and running out of the kitchen.

Only to run face first into someone's chest, sending the both of you tumbling down to the ground. You groaned, slowly lifting yourself up and coming face to face with Law. You froze, blinking as you processed. Law stared right back at you - he seemed to also be processing.

“Get a room!” Nami playfully called before going back into the kitchen with a triumphant look on her face, pulling you both out of your trance. You scrambled to get off of him, straightening yourself up and dusting yourself up. “Sorry,” you mumbled. You realized you still had the picture in your hand. You quickly shoved it into your necklace.

Law cleared his throat. “You really shouldn’t run out of a doorway. You never know if someone is on the other side.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Really? A lecture this early in the morning?” Did he know how to interact without scolding? “You’re the one who bulldozed right into me,” he said. 

Then he looked at you. “Are you alright, y/n? You’re really red.” He reached out to put his hand on your forehead to feel for a fever and you dodged his hand. Mostly on instinct. “I am just fine, thank you. Nami just teasing me.” You waved it off. He looked at you. “Are you sure?” You nodded. 

You went to scurry off before anything else was said, wanting to forget what had just happened. “Wait, y/n-” Law reached out to grab you to stop you in your tracks, but grabbed the collar of the jacket, pulling it against your neck. You, already being somewhat flustered, felt the light pressure against your neck. In your surprise and with your guard being down due to illness, at least that’s what you’ll tell yourself, you let out a moan.

As soon as it sounded off, you clasped your hands over your mouth. Your face was a radiant red and Law even froze in his movements. You could see his own face turning red as he stared at you.  That was mortifyingly embarrassing. You could pass away right there. Then you absolutely booked it. You had to get as far as you could from him.

[all-le-smut]

Aeneas seems such a good character to put in the imagination. Just imagine the power.

Reinvention

Summary: Roman and Remus both separately like to fuck Virgil, but one day, when they're both in the mood and fighting over him, they accidentally fuse into a single creativity one again

TW's: Fusion, NSFW, slight pain play, praise, degradation

"It's my turn!"

"Ooo, someone's jealous of the bigger dick~"

"Guys, this is not something worth fighting over."

Virgil immediately regretted saying that when Roman and Remus both whipped their heads around angrily. The heat from their fight was coming at Virgil now, and at the same time, they yelled:

"Of course you're worth fighting over!"

Virgil facepalmed and just sat down, deciding to let the two of them hash it out.

Roman turned back to Remus. "You've had his ass for the past three days, and I've been very patient with you."

Remus laughed. "I think you're just upset that he prefers me," he teased.

"He does not prefer you!" Roman shouted. "The whole reason we have this arrangement is because he couldn't choose between us."

"Well, yea, because he loves you, but loves my dick," Remus chuckled.

"Oh my god, just share him, that's that only solution we have besides become one fucking person!" Roman yelled, waving his arms in the air.

For a moment, everything went still. Remus and Roman stared into each other's eyes, as if a lightbulb had sparked between them. Virgil looked back and forth between the two of them anxiously.

"Guys?" Virgil whispered. "What's going on?"

"Is it even possible?" Roman asked, ignoring Virgil.

Remus let out a hearty laugh. "Let's find out."

Without warning, Remus tackled Roman and they went crashing to the ground together. Virgil stood up from the couch to help them, but he had to turn away when a blinding light exploded from the two. Virgil fell to his knees from the blast and had to cover his face for a few moments. Once the light died down, Virgil cautiously turned around. There, on the floor where there used to be two bodies, there was now one.

The man stood up, muscles visible since his spiky green shirt had no sleeves. A swirling red sash wrapped around his torso and waist and doubled as a belt for his black, ripped jeans. His ass was hugged tightly in a way that made Virgil gulp. He had high heal boots that gave him a few extra inches of height, and his hair was brown with a streak of white. As the man turned to face Virgil, he revealed his well-groomed mustache paired with a goatee. His face was determined and his fists were in balls.

Virgil struggled to catch his breath. "R-Remu-- Roma-- who are you?" He stuttered out.

For a moment, there was silence. The man looked down at his hands as if he wasn't sure himself. Then, he smiled and laughed. His icy stare terrified Virgil and turned him on at the same time.

"My name is Aeneas, and I am Creativity," he announced. "Since you liked your two boyfriends so much, we--... I thought you'd just love all of those qualities in one body."

Without warning, Aeneas began marching towards Virgil. The anxious side couldn't move, and he didn't know if it was because of fear or arousal.

As if he were lighter than air, Aeneas picked Virgil up from the ground and threw him onto the couch. The creative side fell forward, catching himself before he crashed onto Virgil, and spread his boyfriend's legs.

"You can always say no, my darling, this is all about your boundaries," a piece of Roman seemed to shine through for a moment before Remus's sickening smile took over. "But I know you're too much of a slut to do that."

Virgil let out a whimper as Aeneas slowly leaned in to start sucking on his partner's neck. His other hand stroked down Virgil's torso and landed on his clothed erection and began to rub. Virgil was already breathing heavily and trying to stay quiet.

Aeneas chuckled deeply. "What a good little whore you're being for me. Come on, make some noise for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you squeal."

Virgil let out a squeak as Aeneas unbuttoned his pants and slid them off with his underpants in one strong swipe. Aeneas gripped Virgil's hard dick like he was choking the life out of someone, and it made Virgil whine louder than he meant to.

"There it is!" Aeneas smiled. "Good boy," he praised as he started to jerk Virgil off. "You know, I think this is rather nice. Praising you for the dirty fucking twink you are, and you just love it. Do you like it when I call you names and compliment you at the same time? Do you like it when your two lovers are working together like this? Answer me!" Aeneas demanded.

Virgil nodded fervently and let out a pathetic "Mhm," as he got closer to cumming.

"What a good slut you are," Aeneas praised... degraded...? Virgil didn't know, nor did he care. He felt amazing. "I bet you're just a few seconds away from cumming, aren't you? Well, you decide when you cum, but I decide when we're done, got that?"

Virgil's only reply was a high-pitched moan as he let go of all the built-up tension in his cock. He tried to hold back, but this was just too fucking hot. However, just like Aeneas had warned, that wasn't the end. Virgil's stomach was filled with dread and blissful arousal as he realized that was the first of many climaxes that night.

[saintst33t]

Part 2

Danny's POV

They don't need a warning about the oncoming dead. They have their weapons out and are facing them before I even have time to blink. I take this chance. If they want to stay and fight they can do it on their own. I hitch my bag higher then take off back the way I came.

I come to another sliding stop behind a dumpster. Flinching when my bag smacks against it. There's three of those things up a head. They're not too close together, if I can just find something to use against them I could probably make it through. I quickly scan over my surroundings, jackpot. An old broken chair lies opposite me.

I glance back just as the two guys race around the corner. I yank on one of the legs and stamp down hard with one foot. I have to hold back a yell as my foot erupts with pain but I give it one last twist and the leg comes off. It's not the greatest weapon but it'll do.

The guys are getting close as I take off once again toward the beings at the end. The first one comes into swinging distance so I swing. It falls back with the force but it isn't enough to finish it but I don't dwell on it. I just jump over it's still grabbing hands where number two and three are now very much interested in me and are shambling closer.

My foot is on fire but the adrenaline from the first hit is now coursing through me so I push through it, doing my best to ignore the throbbing pain.

I move onto my second target; however he's slower than his comrade. He has half an arm missing while the other has been completely ripped off. He's not an immediate problem so I ignore him. I dodge around him and move onto his friend, problem number three. Just as I go to swing my makeshift bat an arrow is suddenly sticking out of its eye.

I don't hang around though, I need to be long gone before the herd behind catches up.

I reach the end of the alley and split right. My heart drops as I practically run head long into another heard, I manage to skid to a stop mere inches from ones back.

I accidentally let out a startled squeak as I'm yanked back by my bag, into a pair of arms that then push me in the other direction. The one named Daryl is now pulling me along by my wrist.

At some point I end up getting in front of them both and end up pulling Daryl behind me.

We're heading down a main street, not even bothering to hide from those things.

"Turn left up ahead, the trucks there". I'm not sure if Merle's talking to me or not but I listen to his instructions anyway. I jump over an upturned trashcan, still pulling Daryl with me, and turn left.

I'm more prepared, this time, for the herd that appears as I round the corner. I skid to another stop and back up until the building hides us. My wrist is freed as Daryl loads up his crossbow.

"What now?" I can barely hear Merle as he whispers fiercely to Daryl.

"Don't fuckin' look at me, you're the one that wanted it fuckin' left there".

They're arguing, seriously! Thankfully Merle doesn't answer because this is not the time nor place to be putting the blame on each other.

Daryl steps away from the wall and shoots a bolt straight through the eye of a dead one which reminds me we're trapped. Round that corner are hundreds of dead people, well it's probably more than that but never the less it's a lot more than I'm comfortable with. And let's not forget the herd that's bringing up our rear.

I glance at the two strangers beside me and other than the few choice words to one another they seem perfectly calm. Which is the complete opposite to me, I feel like I could have a panic attack at any moment.

Only once, since this whole thing started, have I been in a situation this bad and it didn't end well.

There's a crash to my left. Merle has kicked in a door. They disappear inside and without hesitation I follow in after them.

As soon I'm through the door it's slammed shut and Daryl's pushing a desk up against it. If the dead realise we're in here, a simple desk won't stop them getting in, but it should hopefully slow them down enough so we can get a head start.

When I turn away from the door I realise that the two men haven't stopped. They're already weaving their way through the office cubicles that fill the entire floor of this building.

Once again I don't have any hesitation in following them, I know I should seeing as I don't know them and have no idea what kind of people they are, but there's no doubt in my mind that these two know what they're doing. Plus if they can get me out of here then I'm happy to follow.

The desk behind me jolts as the dead push against the door, so with my broken chair leg at the ready I run to catch up with the other two.

[bluecookies02]

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

It was always the three of us-NSFW

summary: DabiHawks is already established and the two of them are dating. You've been their best friend for years and them getting together feels like two heartbreaks at once. But- Take a guess man I dunno...I'm under the impression tht they like you too🤷‍♀️

❗️warnings❗️: slight angst (only the begging, your heart will be fine I promise), eating out, threesome, double penetration, creampie, praise...sex?

word count: 3k

Edited 13. January 2021

You're sick of it.

There's always a bittersweet taste on your tongue when the three of you hang out now.

Nothing really changed if you were trying to look at it objectively.

They still talked to you like before.

Invited you over, chilled with you, fuck even watched movies and cuddled with you.

Yet there was a string being pulled at your heart every time they kissed in front of you, held hands, whispered to each other...

You were watching a stupid comedy, your eyes blankly looking at the screen while you tried not to focus on the way their fingers tangled together, drawing small circles over each other's knuckles as they laughed at the screen.

Their hands were on the pillow that was placed in your lap, your small form in between them.

You try to focus back on the movie, ignoring the sound of cloud nine laughter that filled your ears.

You missed half of the scenes already, you can't make yourself watch it at this point, so you zone out again, falling down the rabbit hole you always find yourself in.

"Songbird, everything alright?" Keigo's worried voice snaps your attention back to reality, his brows furrowed as he stares at your glistening eyes. You don't know how much time passed but you didn't know you were so close to crying until his voice snapped you out of it.

Dabi's hands find purchase of your cheek, turning your face to him so that he could see what made Hawks turn off the TV.

You're met with blue eyes, a look of utter concern causing your skin to crawl, making it hard to fight the urge to punch something, anything.

"Talk to us doll, you know we're here" your heart shatters in pieces, hot tears piling up until they began to freely fall down your face, your fists clutching the pillow, your knuckles turning white.

They've seen you cry many times before, both of their arms flying around you to hold you tight, but your arms pushed and nagged at theirs, your small body shaking and kicking them away.

The fucking nicknames, the closeness of their bodies made you feel like you were suffocating, finally being able the breathe once they let go and you ended up on your feet.

You took a large gulp of air. You've practiced this. Replayed the sentence over and over until you learned how to say it even through tears. At this point, you couldn't keep stitching your heart up every time you spent time with then.

"I can't hang out with you guys anymore" it felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders until you looked back at them. You're gonna do this and then cry when you get back home. You got this.

"What the fuck? Why?" Dabi was the first one to speak, standing up and coming closer to you until you stepped away.

He grits his teeth and stays in place, Keigo's fingers pulling the hem of his sleeves to let you have your space.

"I...I think we at least deserve an explanation...yeah?" Keigo's broken voice surged through the room, Dabi's hand reaching out to his in an act of comfort.

Your eyes burned through their hands but you nodded nonetheless.

"After I say this I don't want to hear a word from any of you. Not a single one of pity or comfort or any of that." they hesitantly agreed, Hawks pulling Dabi back on the couch.

You began nervous laughing ,fighting the new wave of tears as you opened your mouth to speak.

"So. Haha...fuck...I'm in love with you guys. Fucking hilarious right" your forced laughter burned their ears, making them cringe.

"It was a really great time for a long while wasn't it?" you joked, clapping your hands together and squinting your eyes. You have no idea who you'll be without them, but you'll have to find out.

Two pairs of arms tackled you, almost making you fall to the floor, your feet losing balance as they held you up. You want to fight, yet you know you can't win, so your body settles for shutting down, you're ears buzzing and doing their best to cancel out any words they're about to let out.

"You're the dumbest bitch I know" Dabi mumbled into your hair, pulling you into his chest as Keigo's hands stayed on your hips. "You're such an idiot" Dabi lets out again, soothingly petting your back in an effort to calm you down.

You were a mess, mumbling confused nonsense, almost offended until Hawks reached for your chin, turning your head to him and smashing his lips against yours.

"It was always the three of us wasn't it doll?" Dabi questioned, pushing Keigo's face away and kissing you deeply.

Hawks tried to act annoyed for a second, fluffing his feathers and puffing up his cheeks before a smile fought onto his lips.

Your brain was running laps against your skull, everything feeling dizzy as you gripped at the hem of their shirts.

Dabi finally pulled away, his mouth hanging open as he caught his breath.

You thought about this possibility every passing second of your days, a small part of you hoping for something you deemed irrational. Yet it made sense, their hot breaths against your neck and airy laughs against your skin sending goosebumps all over to your tippy toes.

"Be ours, songbird" you only managed to nod, hiding your face in your hands as now happy tears welled up.

Two hot mouths kissed your knuckles, moving your fingers aways and pecking both of your cheeks and eyelids. You open your eyes, blinking the tears away.

A pair of red wings wrapped around all three of you, squeezing and flapping excitedly. They talked about this, dreamed about this, hell they won't go to the extent that they fantasized about you, and they are so mad that you had to go through this before they gathered the balls to do something about it.

You watched the two kiss sweetly, squishing you between them. A quiet moan leaves your lips when you see Dabi reaching a hand around Keigo's neck, his large palm plastered over his throat, his fingertips lightly pressing down when Hawks tried to pull away.

Your body shivered, your arms lending up to tug at the hero's hair, feasting on the small pants that left his lips when you latched onto his neck. He doesn't know whose lips he would rather chase as both of you move away.

Dabi fights against the wings, glaring at Keigo to let both of you go.

When he reluctantly complies, Dabi is quick to pick you up and drape you over his shoulder, smacking your ass and chuckling when he hears your scream. It certainly lightens the mood.

Hawks follows behind the two of you, skipping steps and closing the door behind Dabi when he enters the bedroom. He's like an overgrown puppy, excitedly waiting for a treat.

Your back hits the cushion, the villain's shirt being stripped off him by Keigo's rushing hands.

You're already rubbing your thighs together, mouth-watering as you catch a glimpse of his abs.

You don't have that much time to enjoy the view, since his hands are on you in seconds, gripping at the hem of your sweater. You sit up, raising your arms to help him out, your shirt following suit and flying to the floor carelessly. The blonde kneels on the bed, joining Dabi.

Heated hands cup your breasts kneading at the flesh while his mouth latches onto your nipple.

Hawks scoffs at his greedy boyfriend, lowering himself to your neck, mouthing at the skin as your body jolts after a particularly rough bite to your flesh. Keigo is definitely the gentle one, kissing your skin and humming softly while he takes his sweet time with you.

"He's going too fast isn't he little birdie?"

You're not sure if you can answer it...it's too much of both fast and slow, your nerves getting the best of you as he waits for your response .

Hawks gets it, he does...but he still wants to give an option of slowing down, tangling his fingers in his boyfriends hair and pulling him away only slightly.

Dabi's pierced tongue lolls out, giving a teasing flick at your hardening nub, followed by more as he swirls it around, grinning and looking up at you. The contrast of the hot tip of his tongue and the metal sending your brain into an overdrive.

He's still held back by Keigo, but he doesn't fight the pull, instead he finds himself unbearably hard from being bossed around like this.

You pull him back by the nape of his neck, Hawks' grip loosening so that you can stuff his mouth full of your plump flesh.

That is enough of an answer to him.

Keigo's fingers trail your stomach, ghosting over your belly before going to the buttons of your pants. He waits for a few moments, leaning his forehead against yours, pecking your lips before moving in between your legs.

Once you lightly nod, he unbuttons them with ease, moving down to pull them off your legs.

You look down at Dabi, eyeing the numerous hickeys on your tits. He looks up, darting his tongue out and licking over the bruised marks, smirking when you swallow over the lump in your throat. Your skin there is now mostly purple and red, some patches even grazed with small specks of blood threatening to seep out.

You hear a ruffle of feathers, a blush plastered across Keigo's cheeks as he inches his hand closer to your panties. He can see how wet you are, the material sopping up your arousal. His touch is gentle but heavenly good, his fingers gliding between your clothed folds.

Keigo's free hand grips the bulge in his pants, trying to ease some of the pressure by pressing on it.

Dabi moves to sit behind you, spreading his legs for your tiny form and pulling you against his chest. He had his fill for now and he wants to watch the show. He knows Hawks looks pretty with his mouth full.

He lifts you up so that the hero can slip the panties off, sitting you back down and spreading your legs once the layer isn't in the way anymore.

Cold air hits your exposed heat, your pussy clenching around nothing. You would be ashamed if you didn't hear the low growl coming from Hawks as he settled his face between your thighs. You smell fucking delicious, blood rushing to his ears as he takes a look at your sex.

His wings tighten against his back before spreading  out when he takes the first lick. You lean all of your weight onto Dabi when Keigo's hands dig into the back of your thighs, opening them out as he starts lapping at your cunny.

Dabi's breath hits your ear, a shudder rumbling through his chest when your pliant body humps against the blonde's tongue. His large hands snake up to play with your breasts, kneading the tortured nub between his fingers as he ghosts over the marks he left on you.

Turning your head to him, you pull him in a kiss, moaning when Keigo circles two digits over your sex.

You impatiently wiggle your hips to push them in, combing your fingers into his hair to will him on.

Dabi's arm is now securely wrapped around your belly, holding you tight while he explores your mouth, his piercing clicking against your teeth.

You taste like everything he needs and more, his bulge throbbing in his sweats and against your body, impatient to finally have you.

"Hawks." his voice is stern but begging, urging his boyfriend to stretch you out already.

You're already so wet, and the two digits slip in and out with ease, your juices gushing in Keigo's palm all while his tongue doesn't stop swirling at your clit.

Dabi impatiently slips his cock out of his sweats, raising you up to push against Kei's fingers.

Hawks scolds him, but pulls out nonetheless, guiding Dabi's length over your slit, silking him up in his own spit. You mewl when he prodes at your entrance, biting your lip as you wait for the stretch.

It burns, but you feel so heavenly full, His large cock pushing to the hilt in one slow thrust, His tip fitting snuggly against your cervix.

Dabi's breathing is ragged and heavy on your shoulder, his eyes shut tight as he savors the warmth of your cunt.

"Fuck Keigo, you have no idea what you're missing out on."

You look down at the blonde, his tongue darting out to lick along Dabi's base, going between his cock and your pussy, mouthing at where the two of you connect.

Hawks is somewhat keeping his cool but his cock humps against the bed, his whole body swaying as if he's dragging his dick along your skin.

Dabi slowly ruts into you, deep and torturous. Your eyes widen when you feel a finger try to push in, the villains' movement coming to a stop as he tries to comfort you. Tears start pricking in your eyes, your legs trying desperately to close as you urge them to stay open. You want it, you truly fucking do, but when you feel another try to slip past your tight walls you're not sure if you're gonna stay conscious. There's already no place left just from Dabi alone and shit, you feel like screaming.

"Please baby, I promise it'll feel better soon, can you be a good girl for us hmmm?I believe in you..." Keigo's voice rings in your ears, your half-lidded eyes looking at your stretched pussy, watching the fingers pump knuckles deep in and and out, dragging between Dabi's cock and your walls.

You're so fucking wet and covered in slick, your folds glossy in your essence, pooling around Dabi's shaft.

A warm hand rests on your belly, easing your muscles, and relaxing you. There's a third finger pushing against the first two, the stretch surprisingly not as painful as the previous.

Keigo leans over you, kissing away the tears that ran down your cheeks, massaging the ravenette's arousal with the pads of his fingers.

"We're so so proud of you dove...Thank you so much" your chest swells with pride, a wide smile adorning your face. You do feel like you're being tricked with these comments but it doesn't matter, they seem to work.

The blonde pulls the other man in a kiss, slipping his fingers out of your core as he aligns his head with your cunt.

Both of them move to each side of your face, placing their lips at the corners of your mouth. You gulp, filling your lungs and holding your breath.

Your hands fist Keigo's shirt, pulling and almost ripping the poor thing apart when he prods the tight rim. Fuck it's so hard to breathe, air practically knocked out of you, your shaky hands wrapping around Hawks.

Inch by inch, he bottoms out, groaning at the tightness around his dick.

Minutes pass by, your boyfriends lavishing and worshiping your skin with kisses and gentle touches, loving every part of you they could reach.

The hero's wings wrap protectively around both of you when he starts moving, his head pressed against your shoulder.

Dabi seems to pick up the pace too, thrusting in as soon as Keigo almost pulls out. The rhythm isn't rushed at first, both of them moaning with each throb of your walls around their lengths.

They're taking their sweet time, angling their hips experimentally, noting the way your body shakes at each perfect plow into your cunt.

It's too good and too much, the knot in your tummy already threatening to snap loose. And the boys are on the verge of their highs too, gradually becoming more and more greedy, not pulling out almost at all, pounding and rutting against your cervix.

Dabi's grip on you tightens, trying to keep your body in place as he and Hawks rock into your pussy. Keigo moves from the crook of your neck, raising his hand to get a hold of the villain's jaw, smashing their lips together .

You're squished in between them as they moan into each other's mouth groaning when they feel you squeezing around them.

They're gonna cream you so good, pump their seed into your hole and make you so so full...you'll never settle for anything less after them and they fucking know it.

Your eyes swell with tears as you feel the knot finally snapping loose, you don't want it to end, you don't want them to ever move away from you but your body works against you, bringing you to the most powerful orgasm you ever felt, surging through your muscles and making them flex and clench.

Both of them look at eachother, eyes wide and blown with lust as they cum at the same time, hot seed coating your walls and leaking down Dabi's shaft.

They're panting, their foreheads touching as they caress your body all over.

"I love you..." Hawks says breathlessly, his eyes closed and his wings folding against his back, giving you all room to move and breathe.

He slips out, causing the rest of their cum to seep out. Dabi scoffs at the mess smeared over his length and thighs, slowly handling your body and moving you off his lap.

Dabi picks you up and Hawks chuckles. "You like carrying them huh?"

It earns him a glare, placing you in the heroes arms and making his way to the bathroom.

"I.Have.My.Own.Cum...Dripping down my ass" he hisses out making Keigo wheeze, almost tumbling over and dropping you.

You can't help but smile, nuzzling your head into your winged boyfriend's shoulder.

Everything clicked in place finally, your eyes closing in comfort as you let them take care of everything...take care of you.

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been a hot minute since I wrote something a bit longer but here we r.

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This is pretty vague but i love the way you write the fujiwaras and tanuma both watching over natsume together?? Or like, the fujiwaras observing tanuma and natsumes relationship?? If you could write something about that that would be swell 💕💕💕

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"Goodness, you got here quickly," Touko says, ushering Kaname inside. "It's as if you flew!"

For whatever reason, the boy immediately looks shifty, glancing at Takashi's silly cat and then away again. Honestly, she really shouldn't be surprised that he sprang on the invitation to come over; Takashi has been home sick from school for the last week or so, and keeping his friends away while he was contagious has been like herding cats.

"You said I could come right away," Kaname says, awkward and earnest and uncertain of himself, as if he hasn't spent countless afternoons here over the last three years. "So I... I'm sorry, should I have waited?"

"Of course you shouldn't have," Touko assures him. "You're right where you belong."

"Here, Kaname, bring this upstairs with you," Shigeru says from the kitchen door, holding a tray loaded with tea and a selection of snacks. "It'll be a miracle if you can convince him to eat anything, but I wouldn't put it past you."

Kaname blinks, confused by that, even as he reaches out to take the tray. Touko smothers a smile behind her hand.

He's a tall, gangly thing, with inches of height on even Atsushi-- practically towering above Satoru and Tooru-- but he's never once over-shadowed any of his friends. He still shrinks like someone half his size if you look at him for too long. It doesn't seem to occur to him that he could be anything special to anybody.

"Um, I'll do my best!" he says, and Shigeru fondly waves him away.

"He's such a sweetheart," Touko says when he's gone upstairs with Nyankichi. "But he seems so lonely all the time."

Just a little bit, he reminds her of a scarecrow. Head and shoulders above everything else, arms always outstretched.

"Not all the time," Shigeru says fairly. He pulls a chair out from the table for her, and sets a fresh cup of hot tea in front of her when she's settled. Joining her across the table, he adds, "He and Takashi are good for each other."

Touko brightens, curling her fingers around her cup to soak in the warmth. "You've noticed, too! They're like two pieces of a matching set. I used to think they just sort of gravitated towards each other because they were both the same sort of quiet, you know? But I think there's more to it than that."

"You remember how we were at their age?" Shigeru asks with a smile. "We could sit together for hours without saying a word. Our best friends didn't realize we were a couple until we'd been dating for a month."

"It took me kissing you on the cheek after school for them to get a clue!" Touko laughs, sitting back in her chair. "They were stunned! Do you remember, Hana-chan said something like, 'how were we supposed to know? The two of you are just the same as you've always been!' And you told her-- "

"'Exactly,'" Shigeru says, with as much certainty as when he said it back then.

It's too soon to tell, but Touko thinks that's the shape of things. It's not that Kaname loves Takashi more than the rest of their friends do; it's certainly not that he's more demonstrative, or that he understands Takashi in a way the others don't.

It's just that he's so gentle, and stubborn when it matters, and no amount of bad moods or bad weather is enough to make him bend. He waited patiently this last week, but he ran all the way here the moment he was allowed.

If she were to go upstairs right now, Touko knows that she would find Kaname and her son deep in conversation, working their way through the snacks as they catch each other up on everything that happened while they were apart, more talkative and lively when they're alone together than they are virtually anywhere else.

It's very sweet. They both deserve to have that. There were multiple reasons that Kaname was the first one she called, but above everything else, it's because he deserves it.

And then the front door rattles open.

"Sorry for intruding!" Satoru's voice rings out from the genkan. Unlike Kaname, he's certain of his welcome, and trips right inside. He makes big, wounded eyes at her from the kitchen doorway. "Auntie, Tanuma’s bragging in the groupchat that he got to come over! Is that true? Is Natsume not sick anymore?"

Tooru is leaning over Satoru's shoulder, ever his partner in crime, and Atsushi is a little further behind them, clearly having lost this contest of wills somewhere along the way.

Shigeru hides his face behind his mug, so Touko is the one who tells them, "He's still a little ill, but he's not contagious. You're welcome to go upstairs and keep him company if you're not too rowdy."

With a cheer, Tooru and Satoru race each other for the stairs. Atsushi trails after them, calling, "You guys, she just said--"

"Good thing Satoru showed up. We couldn't ask for a better chaperone," Shigeru manages to say with a straight face.

Touko only feels a little bit guilty for laughing. She gave them as much of a head-start as she could. 

And later that week, on her way back from the grocery store, Touko will look out over a vegetable garden and spot someone's handmade scarecrow listing over the neat rows of sprouts. There are birds perched along its arms, and one pecking playfully at its head, disrupting the peaceful evening with their noisy chatter.

She'll smile the rest of the way home.

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Izzy said: Fairy! Im so excited for your dark content!! Since i saw it on your other blog, may i request for yandere bertholdt 👀 i feel the would make the most unsuspecting but worst (or best?) Yandere next to armin because he's so gentle and unassuming and shy, no one would ever think he has other intentions

Yandere Bertolt pt.I

{ Bertolt x reader | tw:yandere, tw:toxic-behaviour, tw:near-death experince, tw:murder mystery? Eh kinda, tw:manipulation tw:Emotional-rollercoster | Dark romance, fluff, slowburn, lowkey funny ngl | Canonverse }

{ "Roses" 1878 by George Cochran Lambdin 1830–1896 }

Securing the last belt around your thighs before attaching it to the one near your knees, you made sure to tighten it as much as you can before sliding it in the metal head.

Having the equipment room all to yourself, you took your time in double-checking everything was in place. Making sure your gas tanks were filled, carrying spare steel blades and tightening your boot strings.

The manoeuvring gear's parts made a clinking sound against each other with every step you took. Making your way to the nearby woods acting as the training ground, the sun shining made you shield your eyes with your hands, taking some seconds to adjust to the brightness.

The road was clear, with almost no birds or squirrels in sight.

It was one of those days when the wind seemed so fast as it swept by you, so much in fact that you could visibly see the few clouds swimming by as if they're racing each other. A perfect day to spend near a lake maybe, or in a field of flowers, but you had to spend it training in the woods with the other soldiers till your fingers ached from pressing against the handgrips.

You wanted to get it over with, feeling nauseous. Probably because you managed to oversleep and miss breakfast.

It started as normally as any other training session went, pushing through till your autopilot took over. While fun at first, there's so much manoeuvring between tree branches to slash at 2d wooden cutout of titans you could do before it started getting repetitive.

And so you let your body take over and move on its own, taking you further and further towards the edge of the forest till you couldn't hear the sound of anyone else's manoeuvring gear except your own.

The high wind rustling the trees making the leaves fall distorted your visions as they fell on you, and the flashing sunlight that swept through the small openings between the leaves only made things worse.

Blinding you for split seconds, too bright in fact, that you had to close your eyes shut as it burned after the light fell directly against it.

It's only after a couple of seconds late, that the sound of something snapping registered in your brain.

You were slowly turning in the air, strong wind resistance coming from below as gravity pulled you down.

Things were moving too quickly to process, dread shot through your entire body in shivers, you could feel your heartbeat in the back of your throat as you came closer and closer to the ground.

No matter how many times your clammy hands attempted to work the pistol-shot, no hooks attached to the nearby trees despite the gears working as you heard its zipping noise.

The realisation of the situation you're in finally settled, you couldn't do a single thing, but watch the trees grow larger and larger by the second as you fell to your doom.

You've survived many expeditions and missions, you've escaped Titans teeth that were mere inches from biting your head off, and this is what will put you seven feet below? A mere fall?

...no, it wasn't just a fall, it was arrogance for taking it for granted. After all, overconfidence was a slow and insidious killer, sneaking on the second you let your guard down.

But was it?

A flash of today's morning comes before your eyes, your brain recalling the unusual spot your manoeuvring gear was placed, you were too sleepy to notice it at the time but now it's the only thing on your mind, did someone-

Before you could hit the ground, the familiar sound of pressured gas fizzling out followed by the clinking of metal swishing by.

One second you were almost slamming into the hard ground, the next you were caught by someone mid-flight.

Bertolt tightly pressed you against his chest with one arm, securing you in place while his other used his gear to reach the nearest tree branch.

Your hands wrapped around him, securing yourself even more. He didn't flinch when your nails accidentally scratched his neck from how hard you were holding him.

Despite how close you were to his chest, your own hammering heartbeat was the only sound you could hear for it was stuck in your throat as the adrenaline pumped through your veins.

You hesitantly let go the second your feet touched the ground, although still shaking you managed to find your balance again, yet, Bertolt's hand didn't leave your back.

You looked below at the wires dangling from your gear, their end visibly thinner than the rest of it. It still didn't register how a wire made out of iron could snap so easily…

Your thoughts were interrupted by the hand reluctantly turning your face back up, Bertolt's nervous eyes meeting yours.

"Don't look down too much, you'll get dizzy" he said, concern clear in his voice before stepping closer to you, his large body tucking you between him and the tree behind, as if you might slip away "are you okay? Did you get injured?"

A bit taken back by his dotting, you shook your head before thanking him for not letting you fall.

"Don't mention it please...it's nothing, really." That seemed to make the corner of his lips rise a bite, slight flushing to his ears. "Maybe you should get some rest, you didn't seem well back there."

Was he watching?

The thought disappeared from your mind as quickly as it came, the guy saved you from a head injury after all, the least you could do is give him the benefit of the doubt.

Not to mention, it was Bertolt. Has it been any other guy, Reiner or Jean for example, then your attitude towards this whole thing would've been completely different. Putting as much space as you can between the two of you after brushing off their hands.

Has it been any other guy...but it wasn't now, was it?

No. It was Bertolt, soft-spoken and easily flustered Bertolt, who got nervous in most situations and didn't reply to teasing.

Bertolt, who didn't say a thing when Eren stole his seat next to Reiner, instead settled to sit next elsewhere.

Bertolt, who always remained humble and downplayed his skills despite ranking in the top five and becoming a really valuable soldier.

Bertolt, who you've only ever said hi to before once before he seemed to panic and just awkwardly wave back instead.

Maybe that's why you didn't mind him being so close, he wasn't a threat and most everyone knew that. If you asked people to rank the top three men they'd feel safe in a room with, Bertolt would almost make it to everyone's top two.

And so when he offered to walk you back to your room, it didn't raise any red flags despite it meaning you'd be alone with him in the dorms while everyone was training.

-

The short walk went fairly nice actually, he kept a respectful space between you while making sure to walk at a slower pace so his height wouldn't force you to jog.

From the sweat collecting at his forehead and his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt he seemed to struggle to find a good conversation starter.

You could read him like an open book, it was quite endearing the way he commented over how nice the weather is, four times in a row while stumbling over his words. But you weren't that cruel and so you decided to grant him mercy, starting a topic yourself.

Talking about your interest, hobbies and things you'd do whenever those rare moments of peace and normalcy would arrive.

He shared his too, apparently, he's into journaling, finding it much easier to write his thoughts on paper than out loud.

One conversation pulled another, as he seemed to grow more comfortable the more you talked.

Although, he wouldn't meet your eyes for more than 5 seconds before turning his gaze away, yet you could feel them staring at you the second you turn your head.

Somewhere between your conversation, the subject switched to talking about life. Bertolt asked you if this is the kind of life you've wanted, words unusually firm that it made you pause.

The question was out of place, a huge switch from your previous fun topics.

Nonetheless, you answered, "I don't think anyone would willingly choose this life. It's more of...doing the most out of the cards you've been dealt, this just happened to be mine."

The sound of his footsteps stopped, you looked at his face, he didn't look away.

"Would you rather have a more normal life?"

The way he stood, his back to the sun with you in his shadow, an unreadable expression on his face, really brought out his height and large build that you've almost forgotten.

you unconsciously took a step back, he took a step forward.

"If by normal you mean a non-starving one where I'm not at the risk of being eaten daily, then yeah." You answered, time felt like it slowed down. The seconds stretched for too long as you watched his reaction.

He...smiled, a sincere smile, the kind that makes your eyes shine. Soft expression seemingly relieved as he continued walking, a slight bounce to his steps.

"I'd love that too, to have a normal life one day."

And then he proceeded to tell you about his dream, the normal life of peacefulness he seeks. Sharing as many details as time would allow, from the kind of person he wants to grow up to be, to the colour he wants to paint the house backyard's fence.

It was lavender.

When he mentioned wanting a dog, you couldn't decide what was funnier, the mental image of Bertolt with an equally almost as big kind of dog, or a small tiny breed that would fit in his hands. Taking him for walks and playing catch as the dog tackles him to the ground.

Some chuckles escaped your lips, and while Bertolt didn't know what you were smiling about, nonetheless he joined too.

-

Your time together was cut short when the dorms came into view. Feeling both relief for finally being able to rest and disappointment for having to end your conversation so soon, especially since you think this is the first actual talk you had with him besides saying hi before.

Bertolt, looking out for you, made sure to hold the door to your room open for you. Some part of your brain wondered how exactly he managed to guess which room was yours, the other simply couldn't wait to get into bed.

You sat on the bed, Bertolt invited himself in and closed the door behind him.

He took his time looking around your shared room with his eyes, staring at the titles of the books splayed on the table, taking in the smell of scented incense your roommate bought every month, the doodles, drawings and notes hanging by mere tape against the wall.

Finally, eyes landing on the top bunk bed, currently empty with your roommate having left too early in the morning for the preparations of their next expedition.

Well...after all you were too used to waking up by the sound of them opening and closing all the drawers in search of their glasses that they manage to lose each day, yet yesterday they made sure to sleep next to it.

Huh, maybe that's why you overslept.

Yet, Bertolt's eyes didn't move as he stared seconds too long, shoulders growing stiff and palms tightening against his side.

"They left for an expedition, a titan capturing one... I think." You explained, "it's supposed to last three days, but since it's led by Captain Hange...I wouldn't be too surprised if they still haven't left yet."

"Must be nice, having the room for yourself."

You agreed before adding "well, it still gets too lonely sometimes."

Bertolt looked like he wanted to say something, lips parting for a second before he pressed them close into a thin line.

An awkward silence filled the room, as you looked at Bertolt who seemed to revert back to his old nervousness.

"I think I should go, Reiner must be looking for me."

You thanked him again for his help, he avoided your eyes before mumbling a reply, saying it's really nothing.

Did you do something wrong? You couldn't help but think that, after all things were going so well just now. Why would he get on edge again?

As a final attempt to redeem yourself from whatever unknown act you must've committed for Bertolt to act this uncomfortable, you called out to him one last time.

"Hey, Bertolt. I know we technically just met but, just know you can drop by anytime okay? You seem like a nice person and we can be friends."

Oh god did you really say, we can be friends, what is this kindergarten again? Welp you fucked up, looks like it's another failure to add to the calendar, man and you've been keeping such a clean track of days without accidents.

You know what? No, forget it, you tried your best and you had good intentions so why should you ever feel guilty for-

"You really mean that?" Bertolt, whom

You've become aware was still in the room, said.

Not sure how to reply to this, you just gave a nod instead.

"I'd love that." He spoke with a soft tone. And despite his growing desire to move closer to you, he opened the door instead, sparing you one last sweet smile before he left.

And for a good minute there, his smiling face was all that occupied your mind, a fluttering feeling that came and went too quickly for you to acknowledge.

-

True to your predictions, the mission was apparently delayed till midnight for...undisclosed reasons. Although gossip spread faster than wildfire, and by dinner time everyone was talking about the argument Captain Hange and Captain Levi got into, the story got modified and exaggerated each time it was passed around.

"Listen, I was there and I saw it! Well...not with my own eyes but it doesn't matter." Your roommate said, too eager to spill you everything that they almost forgot to eat their food. "It was big, like Captain Miche having to restrain Levi kind of big!"

You gave them a silent look, raising an eyebrow.

"...okay jeez it didn't get this far but it felt like it did, like it almost happened." They poked their food with the fork, before deciding to try some.

Their pouting face almost made you want to tease them even more, just to see what corner you can back them into before they confess to making up half the story they've been telling you.

But a wrenching gut feeling suddenly shot through your body, coming almost out of nowhere, the kind you'd usually feel whenever a titan was targeting you.

Confusion was naturally your first response, there couldn't be any titans nearby. You swallowed down, no don't be silly, it doesn't even make sense.

Maybe...maybe it was one of those cases you studied in class? About people getting PTSD flashbacks at random times, or from small triggers?

The air seemed too cold and too hot at the same time, you forced your eyes to move around the room in an attempt to remind yourself everything is fine, that you're here.

Seeing your friends, fellow soldiers and veterans just sitting around, enjoying their food while joking with their friends, helped ground you to reality again.

Yeah...see? Nothing's wrong, everyone's having a good time so-

Your gaze met Bertolt's, dark eyes staring back but not at you. No, instead they were focused on your roommate. The knot in your stomach twisted.

Beside him, Reiner was murmuring something under his breath as he leaned closer to Bertolt, his stare following the other's gaze.

Reiner seemed unusual, drops of sweat collecting at his forehead while Bertolt was the opposite, the calmest you've ever seen him actually.

Reiner gave Bertolt one final look, lips moving too fast for you to attempt to even read. Bertolt nodded.

And then it was like nothing happened, both of them going back to their usual selves. Reiner's attention was stolen by Eren asking about his food, while Bertolt looked at Jean who sat next to him without asking before commenting on Eren.

"Hey, are you okay? You look…" your roommate said, concern in their voice before their hand found your forehead. "I heard what happened this morning, with the manoeuvring gear, I didn't want to bring it up but…"

You didn't have to be told twice, and so you reassured them it's okay, you'll get some rest, not like you'd complain about having an excuse to get a day off.

That seemed to make them satisfied, well...that and making you swear on the scouts' honour to take care of yourself while they're away.

After dinner, as you were headed to your room while your roommate had to get to the stable before heading out with their group, you passed by Reiner.

It wouldn't have been unusual, wasn't it for the fact he was fully in his uniform with gear ready that you had to do a double-take.

You swore you just saw him in casual clothes at dinner...was he also going on that mission? Huh, weird you can't remember seeing his name on the list.

-

The week passed by slower than you would've liked, with both of the survey corps Captains gone, most of the soldiers...really had nothing to do but waste time.

It was almost funny, wasn't it for the fact you were bored out of your mind.

Captain Miche rarely gave orders, the only time you'd see him is during training season when everyone had to do a round with him. While commander Erwin didn't really entrust soldiers who weren't close to him with his paperwork or even chores.

At least Sasha and Connie were making the most of it, whatever they were doing seemed fun…

Bertolt never took you up on your offer either, despite him seemingly having a positive reaction to wanting to be friends he didn't show up at all.

Yet you'd still see him hovering by, either being assigned the same chore together or simply happening to be in the same room at the same time. And despite how much you've thought about going up to him to start a conversation, you knew how to read between the lines. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable that's all.

He'll come when he's ready, is what you told yourself.

And well, you were right, eventually, he did.

Not only did he initiate talking, he even attempted to ask if you'd like to accompany him to the nearby town maybe.

With the way his hands were clasped behind his back and slight flushing to his cheeks as he summoned all his courage to ask you that, how could you say no?

-

It was almost like seeing an entirely different person.

Bertolt, in his casual clothes, as he strolled by you through the food stands, seemed a much more...healthier version of himself?

He looked at peace, the smile never leaving his lips. He even made jokes and shared his opinions without being asked.

Whenever you went to check something that stole your attention, he would quickly follow by to erase any form of distance. Whenever your eyes fell on a piece of accessories for too long, he'd suggest you try it on, putting it on you himself.

And yet, whenever his hand would brush yours by accident while walking, he'd almost stumble into the ground and quickly pull it back. Or the time you attempted to adjust the collar of his shirt and you swore his knees almost gave out when you stepped closer, reaching his neck.

Both of you tried different kinds of food, he even offered you his own if you seemed to enjoy a certain food. Saying he'd rather you have it.

Both of you being broke soldiers ment there are only so many things you can do in the town before quickly burning through your savings.

It wasn't long before he suggested going back, you agreed to take the long walk back to enjoy nature a bit more.

You've wondered how come Bertolt only seems the most comfortable when talking to you on walks, but the story he was telling you was too interesting for you to think about it now.

You listened to him talk, it felt like you could listen to him for hours on end before getting bored. For someone who rarely spoke, he surely did have a way with words when he actually did.

It was nice, comfortable and gave you a false sense of normalcy as if the world was okay for a short while.

One final thought you had just before the both of you parted to go to your separate rooms, was that if Bertolt was going to write about this day in his journal.

-

For each day of the remaining week, you and Bertolt managed to hang out more and more.

You went to the lake, a frog landed on him that you had to remove because he was too nervous he might crush it.

He took you to a nearby spot in the town, it seemed normal at first but he just told you to wait. Apparently, each after some dogs would frequent this spot and Bertolt has already made friends with most of them.

And on the last day, both of you actually just spent it...in his room. He had a really comfortable bed and feather pillows that you almost didn't want to leave. And despite sharing a bed he still would keep space between you, no matter the uncomfortable positions he had to sit in.

By the end of the week, the expedition group arrived during sundown.

Their heads lifted high, pride clearly across their faces as they rode their horses. Captain Hange especially seemed much more excited than usual, barely managing to stay still on their horse.

The mission was a success apparently, they've managed to capture two titans with zero mortality rate and minor injuries.

...well almost a zero rate.

You were called into Erwin's office in the middle of the night, when Moblit knocked on your door asking you to quietly follow him.

The night air was cold against your thin clothes, silence filling the usually busy hallways, now errly empty.

Knocking before he told you to enter, he seemed busy with some paperwork, instead offering you a seat and asking to wait shortly.

The curtains behind him were closed shut, the candle sitting on his desk seemed on the verge of burning out, melted wax collecting on the plate under it.

It wasn't till after some seconds that you realised you weren't alone in the room, Captain Levi was leaning against the wall on the other side, arms crossed.

The scratching of the pen against the papers would occasionally get replaced with the sound of dipping the metal head inside the liquid ink container, carefully wiping it against the opening to remove any overflowing liquid.

Your fingers fiddled with the red cushion on the armchair, leg slightly bouncing before you force it to stop each time.

Waiting...and waiting.

The back of your throat felt scratchy, only becoming aware of how dry your mouth was then. Attempting to swallow down as a form of relief didn't help much.

"Here, drink it." A glass of water was offered to you by Levi, handing it to you before going back against the wall.

Saying a small thank you before finishing the glass, you felt slightly better afterwards. Although the growing tension in the air didn't help ease your mind.

"Cadet." Erwin clasped his hands, "I apologise for calling you here this late, although considering the circumstances I'm sure you'd understand."

Opening one of the desk drawers, Erwin pulled out something wrapped in a napkin, the white cotton having a growing reddish stain in its middle.

"I offer my condolences."

-

[potatowitch]

“ we can go back to hating each other tomorrow. “ for fenders?! 👀

I had planned for this to be a relatively short prompt fill, but then it got away from me and, well, 1200 words later, here we are. @dadrunkwriting @autumnofanders Tags: pre-relationship, injury, caretaking, reluctantly sharing a bed, bickering

Anders' boots slosh through the filthy water flooding the streets of Darktown as he makes his way back to the clinic. Around him, refugees and beggars huddle in groups around fires that sputter and spark, trying to stave off the chill that permeates the whole of Kirkwall. It is a small blessing that the undercity is somewhat sheltered from the bucketing rain and howling wind, though that's not much of a comfort for the people still freezing in the sewers tonight.

Anders has left Lirene in charge of keeping the clinic open, purely so that these people have somewhere relatively warm to stay. As it is, he's running low on mana after a day of curing fevers and a late-night birth with complications, so he wouldn't be much help to his patients anyway. He groans as a strong gust of wind filters through the cracks in the walls that face towards the sea, bypassing his ragged cloak and chilling him to the bone.

Not far from the clinic, he takes a moment to lean against a wall and rest his aching legs. Rubbing his protesting knee, his ears prick at a shout and the sound of metal hitting metal. Gang fights aren't particularly noteworthy down here, but even Darktown's stupidest criminals don't usually bother fighting in the streets when it's this cold, wet and dark. His curiosity getting the better of him, Anders inches closer to the source of the noise, keeping plastered against the wall in an attempt to stay out of sight. When he pokes his head around a corner to look into an alleyway, it takes him a moment for his eyes to adjust in the dark, and he's momentarily baffled when he sees a blue flash of light in a vaguely humanoid shape scrambling in the mud.

Then his tired brain finally catches up, and he's readying his staff to dive into the fray.

From what he can see, Fenris is holding back against three men, while another four enemies lie dead on the ground. Anders catches sight of whips and chains on the belts of a few of them as he rushes over. Slavers, then. That explains why they're bothering being out and about in this weather.

"Hey!" Anders shouts. Fenris' attackers all turn around, and the distraction gives Fenris the space to get back on his feet and ready his sword again.

The three men would normally be a trifle for Anders and Fenris to deal with together - Fenris has already managed to take down the group's only mage, after all - but Anders is exhausted, and he has to keep in mind that Fenris looks badly injured and Anders will likely need mana to heal him once they're done. The fight takes far longer than it should, everyone's feet squelching in the mud, scrabbling to stay upright and keep track of where they are in the dark.

When their enemies are finally defeated, Anders leans against his staff with a groan, giving himself a moment to catch his breath before looking up at Fenris. The elf is braced against the wall of the alley, soaked in so much blood and rain and filth that Anders can't tell where his injuries are just from looking. He does have a hand clutching his belly, and in the gloom his nose looks like it might be broken. Anders needs to get him back to the clinic so he doesn't risk bleeding out in the mud.

"Come on," he mutters, wrapping one arm around Fenris' waist. It is a testament to how hurt Fenris must be that he doesn't complain, only hisses through gritted teeth as he wraps his arm around Anders' shoulders. Together, they limp back to the clinic.

"Bloody Void, Anders!" Lirene says when they make it through the door, getting up from where she's sat at Anders' desk to rush over. "What happened to you two?"

"Slavers," Anders wheezes. He can feel the eyes of all the refugees in the clinic on them as he half drags Fenris back to his living quarters. "Can you get us - Maker, everything? I need lyrium, and wet cloths, and -"

"I've got it, boss."

Anders nods at her, and helps Fenris into his cot, heedless of how ruined his bedding is going to be.

"Where's the most blood coming from, Fenris?" he asks.

Fenris weakly lifts his hand off his belly, revealing a ragged stab wound. Anders presses his hands to it, slippery with rain and blood, and calls upon all the mana he has left to knit it back together again. Once Fenris is not in immediate danger of dying, Anders takes the lyrium potion Lirene has offered him - his last one - and uses the tiny mana boost to heal a gash on Fenris' upper arm. That done, he gently helps Fenris swallow a healing potion and gets to work helping him out of his armor. Fenris nudges Anders' hands out of the way of the buckles on his gauntlets, trying to undo them himself.

"Mage," he grumbles. "I can -"

"Fenris, come on," Anders sighs. "Please just let me help you? I need you out of your wet clothes and cleaned up so that you don't freeze to death in your sleep. This will go faster if you let me do it."

He meets Fenris' eyes, wide and dark underneath all the blood and bruising on his face. "We can go back to hating each other in the morning," Anders says. "Just let me do my job."

Fenris sighs, acquiescing to Anders' help. Eventually, both he and Anders are cleaned up and changed into dry clothes. Anders strips his cot of its filthy covers, lying Fenris down on the bare mattress.

"You don't have to give me your bed," Fenris murmurs. "Where are you going to sleep?"

Anders shrugs. "The floor is fine. You're more hurt than I am."

"No," Fenris says.

"No?"

"You … kaffas, you saved my life, mage. Why?"

Anders raises his eyebrows. "Why? Fenris, we're -" He sighs, shaking his head. "No matter how we might feel about each other, we are still allies, and I am still a healer. I couldn't leave you to die."

"Then I cannot leave you to sleep on the floor."

"Must you be so difficult, Fenris?" Anders groans. "You are a patient. I am not letting you sleep on the floor. Unless you fancy sharing my tiny cot, you'll just have to deal with that."

Fenris considers this for a moment. "Fine," he says, and starts shuffling back towards the wall.

"What are you doing?" Anders asks, bewildered.

"I am making room."

"You're serious?"

"Yes. Come here."

"Alright," Anders mutters. He gingerly climbs onto the mattress beside Fenris and lies down, facing away and closing his eyes. Neither of them say anything as they lie together, and the silence is almost unbearably awkward, but Anders doesn't want to risk breaking it. He's exhausted enough that he thinks he might be able to sleep, even as uncomfortable as he is, if he just tries hard enough.

He's getting there when he hears Fenris murmur something behind him.

"What was that?" he mutters.

Fenris' voice is thick and sleepy when he speaks. "I said I don't hate you, mage."

"…oh," breathes Anders. A weird feeling tickles his throat, and he swallows around it.

"I don't hate you, either."

He hears Fenris huff a laugh. They both say nothing after that, though the silence is less oppressive as it was before, and it’s not long before Anders drifts off.

[aubreyprc]

burn for you

Hotchniss 1800 AU - loosely based on Bridgerton

Seven - Burn For You

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He once again wakes to an empty bed, his arm flopping down onto her side to find it still warm and he sits up, looking around the room as he wonders where she could have gone when her footsteps echo from the stairs. She enters the room wearing his dress shirt and he can not help the smile that beams on his face at the sight, her hair astray as she bites her bottom lip, two cups in her hand as she heads back to the bed.

"Hi," she says shyly, sitting on her side of the bed as she passes him his cup, a small smile on her face as she catches his eye.

"Good morning." he smiles, his eyes raking over her bare legs as she crosses them under her. The rain hitting the window the only sound as they each send a smile to the other as the recollections of the night before and earlier that morning replay in their heads.

"I did not want to wake you," she says softly, he smiles when he looks from the window back to her.

"You should have." he tells her, her shy side smile as she drops her head sending his heart insane, his whole body vibrating with love for her. He watches her as she looks out of the window, the hot cup in her hands as she smiles at the rain.

"What shall we do if the weather does not improve?" he asks her and she turns to him, smiling as he raises his arm, a smile on his face as she grins, going into his arms with ease, her back against his chest as they watch the rain, his fingers trailing mindlessly across her arm.

"There are always things to do," she tells him easily, "I found a lot of ways to entertain myself when I was not allowed out for weeks on end." she says, "After... you know." she says quietly, dropping her head, the whole subject raw for them, after everything that happened.

"I'm sorry..." he whispers, kissing her temple lightly and she smiles, lacing her fingers through his own.

"It is fine," she says, "it was a long time ago."

He is silent for a few moments, before he looks at her.

"What do you want to do?" he asks, "regarding children?" his voice soft, patient.

"I have no idea," she sighs.

"Whatever you decide. I am with you." he tells her and she faces him, smiling before kissing him gently, pulling away as the rain silences outdoors.

"If the weather remains calm we could head into the filed? Have some lunch?" she suggests.

"Sounds perfect," he smiles, chasing her lips again.

They are half a bottle of wine in, lay together in the grass, their laughs loud in the silent air, the sun shining down on them as they share a kiss, her happy laugh filling him with joy as he rolls them over, entwining their hands above her head as he smiles down at her, her own legs wrapping around his waist as he kisses her. The wine soon forgotten as they get lost in each other, grateful for the privacy as he takes her apart under the summer heat, the quiet whispers of love echoing through the trees.

They spend the rest of the three weeks falling deeper in love, their days full of laughter and smiles, their nights full of whispered confessions and soft kisses, joined with gentle touches and sounds saved just for each other. They wound up more in love with each other at the end of the three weeks than they were at the start, something that seemed impossible until they took that last step, now completely enchanted by each other.

On their last night, she lays next to him, gently running her fingers through his hair as they bask in their final night as just them before they go back into normal life, back into their roles.

"Have you thought about how public you want to make this?" he asks her as they lay there and she frowns, "we are not a private couple, there will be lots of people asking lots of questions—"

"I think," she smiles, "that we keep what we can behind closed doors." she tells him, "we don't owe anyone anything, we can be as public as we want and as private as we want. We do not need to put on a show for them all of the time."

He kisses her, catching her off guard slightly and she smiles into it. He smirks as he pulls away, gripping her hips as she moves to straddle him and he brushes the hair from her face.

"I hope this means you forgive me." he teases, and she smirks, dropping her head, her lips inches from his own.

"I suppose so," she whispers against them before kissing him, frowning as he lifts her head up, looking down at him she opens her mouth to speak.

"I wont betray you again." he tells her seriously, his eyes burning into hers.

"I know," she smiles, leaning down to kiss him again.

-

"What happened between you and Haley?" he asks her as she lays in his arms. She shakes her head.

"It does not matter." she tells him quietly.

"I am sorry that I kissed her." he says. She twists her body to face him.

"It is fine," she says, "You did not do anything wrong... You were a free man."

"Since the first moment we met, I have been yours." he whispers, running a thumb across her cheek, "I should not have done what I did."

"It is okay." she nods, taking his hand, "there is nothing to forgive."

"When you are ready to tell me what happened. I will be here." he says as she rolls back into his arms, her head resting on his chest.

"It was really not that dramatic." she says, "We... Had some disagreements after Matthew passed and we were never able to mend the friendship."

He kisses the top of her head, his fingers dancing on her arm as he sighs.

"I am sorry you lost so much in so little time." he whispers, she nods against his chest. "I love you." he whispers, and she smiles, turning to capture her lips in his.

"I love you too." she whispers.

By the time they are back in town it is dark, the area silent as they head up the steps to their house. She lets out a surprised yelp as she is lifted of the ground, laughing as she wraps her arms him as he holds her.

"Isn't this how gentlemen are suppose to take their news brides home for the first time?" he smiles as she carries her through the door and she laughs. Kissing him back when his lips meet hers.

"Welcome home." he whispers, and its then they realise they're home is with each other, safe and loved. She jumps back onto the floor when he puts her down, smiling as she wonders around, truly looking at the place like home for the first time.

"Is there anything you would like to change?" he asks and she faces the wall.

"We could paint over the walls," she mentions, "the colour is hideous." she tells him and he laughs, wrapping his arms around her as he stands behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as they stare at his mother's portrait on the wall.

"She was beautiful." Emily whispers, placing her hands over his where the rest on her stomach, her back against his chest.

"She was," he agrees with a smile, "we could move it—"

"No," she shakes her head, "it should stay."

"Thank you." he whispers, kissing her temple, she turns around, her hands going around his waist as she looks up at him.

"But we are painting the walls." she whispers with a smile, and he laughs with a nod, kissing her gently as he backs them up, her laugh as she falls backwards onto the couch making him smile before she pulls him down by his tie, crashing her lips into his.

The next morning is peaceful, they spend it laughing together as they paint, neither notice Dave walk through the house just as she flicks paint at him, his laugh playful as he flicks some back and the older man shakes his head as he passes, leaving them to their own devices for a few more moments. Aaron grabs her waist and pulls her into him, placing a kiss into her smile as she leans back in his arms, happiness vibrating of the both of them as Dave re-enters the room, clearing his throat, and they both jump backwards and look at him, Emily's cheeks turning a violent red as she looks to the floor, holding back a smile as she rolls her lips.

"I shall not be here long," he tells them, "I am just here to remind you about the event you are to attend tonight."

"I am aware," Aaron tells him, "is that all? We are rather busy." he tells the man and Dave nods.

"Of course, carry on." he smirks, backing out of the room, the sound of their laughter hitting his ear just as he walks out of the front door and he smiles.

He is standing at the bottom of the stairs, moving his cuffs around when she heads down the stairs and his head snaps towards her. His eyes go wide as he see's her, his mouth going dry as she heads towards him and he clears his throat.

"You look... angelic." he whispers as his eyes follow her and she blushes, biting her bottom lip as she looks at him.

"You look handsome yourself," she smiles, moving his tie to the centre and smiling when he steals a chaste kiss.

"Shall we?" he says, entwining his hands with hers and she nods.

"Lead the way." she smiles, following behind him as she locks their hands together.

Her hand is still in his as they walk through the double doors of the Reid house, and she is not surprised when all eyes land on them. She steps closer to him as they head further into the room.

"Do people ever stop staring?" she says to him as she smiles at people she passes.

"No," he tells her with a smile of his own, "but you get used to it."

"Wonderful." she says sarcastically and he laughs before her family are stood in front of her, and he tenses.

"How was the honeymoon?" Elizabeth asks them as they take a glass of champagne from the tray passing them.

"It was nice," Emily smiles, "the scenery was delightful." she says and Clyde scoffs.

"I do not believe that you ventured outside of the bedro—" he starts, but he stops as he catches sight of Emily's evil daggers, clearing his throat as he looks away.

"You two are very popular around town. Everyone is quite happy with the match." she says, beaming at Emily, who uses all her strength not to roll her eyes, "we shall let you mingle." she says, "do come and find me later, Emily, there is something we must discuss." she says seriously, and Emily nods. Her mother isn't a meter away when she is grabbed again, this time by JJ and Elle, who usher her away with a smile while Derek and Spencer come beside him, their own smirks on their faces.

"How was it?" Elle smirks, JJ's staring at her.

"How was what?" she plays, looking between the two of them, "I do not know what you speak off." she says as she lifts the champagne flute to her lips.

"I suppose this means it is futile to think my child will be gaining a friend then.." JJ complains, placing a hand on her bump and Emily laughs, shaking her head.

"Speaking of that," Elle says as she looks around the room. "I have to tell you both something but you can not speak of it to anyone." she tells them, "not even to Will and Aaron." she says and the two women nod. "I am.. with child." she announces, holding back her smile as her friends mouths open in shock, happy laughs leaving their chest.

"Oh my gosh—" JJ screams, but silences when Elle shushes her.

"I have not even yet told Spencer. It was just confirmed today."

"Congratulations." Emily smiles, before she starts to frown and Elle looks at her.

"What?" she asks and Emily shakes her head.

"Nothing, I just realised that this means Spencer is having sex and that has made me feel quite ill." she says. Elle laughs and hits her arm, as JJ frowns as well, staring at Spencer as he stands with Derek and Aaron.

"That is not a nice image." she says and Emily nods in agreement.

"You two are idiots." Elle says as she rolls her eyes, "I could tell you just how—"

"No." The two women say in union, and Elle laughs.

Emily is walking through the halls, her mind elsewhere when she is grabbed by someone and she screams slightly, before realising who it is and she smiles, leaning her chest against his as his hands run down her back.

"What are you doing?" she laughs, and he smiles down at her.

"I missed you." Aaron says, before kissing her.

She pulls away with a smile, stroking his cheeks as she tilts her head.

"We are going to get caught." she tells him, but he silences her with another kiss, moving his hands from her back to her waist, about to pin her to the wall behind her when someone clears their throats and they just apart, snapping their heads towards the sound to find Clyde standing there.

"If you are going to partake in these.... activities, I would much prefer if you would do it in private." he tells them, looking away from them. "Emily, if you could follow me please, your mother would like a moment." he says, already starting to step away and she groans, sending Aaron a small smile before following, their hands remaining connected until their fingers entwined until she is too far away from him and they lose contact.

"What is going on?" she asks as she steps in stride beside him.

"Your mother would like to speak to you." he says, unable to look at her and she frowns, entering the door as he opens it for her, watching with shock as he sends a nod to Elizabeth before leaving the room.

"This is... not our house." she says, "you can not just bring me into a room—"

"The Reid's are old friends, I can talk to the duchess wherever I like." she tells her and Emily rolls her eyes. "We need to talk... about you and The Duke. About your... activities."

"Why does everyone keep calling it that." Emily mutters to herself, looking to the floor. "I am married now." she tells her as she looks up, "I can do what I like."

"You can, you are right." Elizabeth agrees, "but you also need to be careful. There is..." she stops, inhaling before looking at her, "there is something I need to tell you about, something that happened when you got your termination." Elizabeth says and Emily stares at her, waiting for her to continue, frozen on the spot as terror fills her veins.

"Something went wrong, towards the end." Elizabeth starts to explain. "You lost a lot of blood. You were in and out of consciousness for days, and—" she stops, clearing her throat, "we were told the chances of you being able to bare a child or... or carry to term without it being life threatening were rare.. and that having a child at all was a great risk." she explains, watching as her eyes widen as she takes in the news, confusion written all over her face as she stares at her mother.

"What are you saying?" she asks, her voice quiet, laced with shock and pain.

"I do not think that it is smart for you to have children. There is no way to guarantee for sure that you can... having a child is life threatening for you, complications and explanations that I did not understand but what I did was that you—"

"I could die?" Emily asks, "if I have a child... I could die?"

"We were told it was a high probability, yes." she says, "I am sorry, Emily. I know I should have told you before now—"

"Yes. Yes you should have." Emily shouts, running a hand through her hair as she turns away. "So... what now?" she laughs.

"That is up to you and The Duke—"

"I am to be a prude forever?" Emily shouts as she turns to face her again, laughing bitterly as her mother frowns at her language.

"I do not know of any other way to prevent pregnancy.."

"You are unbelievable." Emily tells her, "how could you keep this from me? How could you not tell me something like this?"

"I did not know how." Elizabeth defends.

Anger bubbles inside of her as she scoffs, shaking her head before she storms out, slamming the door behind her as she walks off.

It is as she is walking off that her mother's words register, and the world around her moves in slow motion as she heads off towards the main room, completely unaware of her surroundings, so much so that she passes Aaron, not seeing him and it takes him gently taking her arm and stopping her to break her trance.

"Are you okay?" he asks, she shakes her head and his heart crumbles. "What happened?"

"I would like to leave." she says, meeting his eyes, "can we leave?" she whispers and he nods quickly, worry clouding his mind as he walks them out of the house.

"Talk to me." he whispers as he takes her hand, walking them through their own door the pained look in his eye breaking his heart.

"I..." she whispers, "I have to tell you something." she says, walking off towards the lounge, and fear rises in him as he follows.

Her words break his heart, turn his terror into horror as he takes her hand, listening to her explain, and his heart clenches at the idea of loosing her, his whole body stoned with worry as he realises she could already be pregnant. He could already be loosing her, and he thinks he might be sick when she looks down to the floor, tears filling her own eyes.

He clears his throat before he speaks, not trusting to use it.

"So if you were to get pregnant, if we were to have a child... You could die?"

"That is what she said," she nods, "I am unsure on the details." she says and he nods, swallowing his fear at the idea of loosing her, the idea that she could die making him nauseous. They both sit in silence as they process the news, allow their brains to run wild and the thought of spending the rest of his life without her is enough to make him want to drop to his knees.

He is pulled from his thoughts when she stands, turning away from him as she wipes her tears, refusing to cry in front of him about this but he follows quickly, placing a hand on her shoulder but she moves from his touch, dropping her head as a quiet cry leaves her throat and he turns her, pulling her into his arms tenderly, wrapping an arm around her waist and another on the back of her head, stroking her hair as he kisses her temple while she cries, letting her grieve the prospect of a house full of children, a future they had barley even spoken about, a future she was unsure she even wanted, and he holds back tears of his own, heartbreak for her hurt, as well as his own, the notion that this could kill her horrifying.

"It's okay," he tries to soothe her but she shakes her head.

"No it's not," she cries, "I did not even know if I wanted them and now... and you. You deserve the option to have children. You—" He shakes his head, softly pulling her from his arms to make her look at him.

"You are everything." he tells her, "I can not live without you and if having you and growing old with you means that we do not have children then I am okay with that. I love you far more than a hypothetical child and I will love you forever. I need you here. I can not lose you. If children are a risk then it is one we do not take."

"But—" she tries but he shakes his head again, placing a tender hand on her jaw.

"I can not lose you." He tells her, "not now. Not ever. I burn for you. There is nothing I would not do to keep you here with me." he says as he wipes her tears. "Forever with you is enough." he whispers and she nods, falling back into his arms, her own wrapping around his waist as he holds her tightly.

"I burn for you, too." she whispers and he nods, kissing her head.

"You are enough." he tells her, closing his eyes and breathing her in, the last hours events reminding him just how fragile everything is, and just how quickly you can lose someone.

She meets the other women that next morning, a fake smile on her face as she still recovers from the nights revelations and she finds herself forgetting for awhile, about the news she was given, until JJ turns to her and Penelope.

"So," she smiles, "when will the two of you be gracing us with children." she smiles and Penelope laughs while Emily throws on her best fake smile, one she has had perfected for years, and listens as Penelope talks of a future about a house full of kids, and it soon gets too much.

"Would you excuse me for a moment?" she says, already standing and their eyes jump to her and they rise as she does.

"Is everything okay?" JJ asks her and she smiles.

"Yes, I am just going to get some air." she lies.

"Em." JJ says and she stops, turning on the spot and faces them all. "What happened?"

"Nothing—"

"You used to be a better liar." Elle points and she sighs, seeing no reason for lying.

"Last night my mother told me something... about—" she stops, "she said there were some complications, a few years ago and that having a child could.. kill me. I could die." she explains and her friends gasp, staring at her with shock.

"Oh my gosh.. Em—" JJ starts but she shakes her head.

"Honestly it is a none issue, I was unsure if I wanted them at all and it seems now the decision was made for me." she smiles, using humour to cope with the ache in her chest as they all look at her with sad eyes. "And I am sure between the three of you there will be enough children to keep this town running for years." she laughs and they laugh with her, before walking towards her, hugging her tightly. Emily holds back her tears as she swallows, trying to ignore the jealously that ripples through her as JJ and Elle subconsciously touch their growing bumps as they pull away.

She rushes up the stairs in seconds, finding Aaron standing in their bedroom, turning to face her when her steps head his way and he's taken a back when she wraps her arms around the back of his neck and kisses him roughly, his hands automatically finding her waist to pull her into him as he kisses her back.

"Em—" he says and he pulls away, "we can't—"

"We can." she says, before kissing him again, but he pushes her backwards slightly, ignoring her groan of frustration as she stares at him. "What are you doing?"

"Emily," he says seriously as he looks at her, "this is not a joke." he tells her, "you could die, do you understand that? Getting pregnant is a huge risk and I am not risking your life. I love you. I can not.. I will not live without you."

"We can not spend the rest of our lives scared of this." she tells him. "There is a risk, I know.. trust me I know but we can not spend the rest of our lives at arms length because of a what if... what sort of life is that?" she asks and he sighs, stroking her cheek as he looks at her. "There are methods—

"It it not one hundred percent.." he whispers, his eyes falling to her lips as they move inches closer to his own.

"I need to feel something that isn't this." She says sadly, "we can not spend the rest of our lives afraid." she says as she meets his eyes, but when he makes no move to kiss her she nods, smiling sadly as she steps backwards, looking to the ground as she walks off. She is barley out of the door when she spins her, her chest banging into his own.

"We can not spend the rest of our lives afraid." he whispers in agreement, before kissing her, his hands meeting her bare shoulders as he pushes off her coat.

Months pass, and the couple live by the motto ignorance is bliss. Yet that does not mean the fear does not linger, that there is not an intense panic in the both of them every month until she gives him the small nod they have come to use as an indication of all clear. She had only been late once in the last six months, and the terror that rose through him was enough to for him to have her at a distance for the entire month afterwards, even after she had told him they were fine. That she was fine. But, things soon fell back into place, both determined to not spend the rest of their lives afraid of the what if, instead choosing to live everyday like their last, and they suppose it is why they are so happy, so in love, because they know how quickly it can be taken from under them. Children become an unspoken once dream, neither allowing the thoughts to consume them. They were surprised by how easy they were able to accept the fact they would never have a child, how happy they were with just the two of them and he knows he would take her over anything no matter what.

It isn't until JJ gives birth, that it really hits her that she'll never feel the love of a child, never wear the look that JJ wears on her face as she looks down at her new born son, but that is not what breaks her heart. What breaks her heart is when JJ passes the few week old baby to her husband, and his eyes light up with a spark she has never seen before, his smile wide as the baby wraps his small hard around his large finger, his quiet, happy laugh hitting her ear like a siren and she feels her heart snap in half, has too look away from the scene in front of her when she remembers that she will never be able to give him that. Never be able to give him a little girl he can fawn over, a daughter who will hold him to the highest regard must like she did her own, never give him a son he can teach to box, who he can raise to be strong, who he can break the chain is father created in his own upbringing, never be able to give him an heir to the title his family has held for years and she backs out of the room, it suddenly feeling smaller than it should, her heart being rapidly against her ribs as her stomach flips, the pain in her chest worse than anything she has ever felt and she hates that she is once again the burden, that she is once again the reason why the person she loves will never get to be a father. She hates that once again its her that is the issue, the problem, as she leans against the wall outside, a hand to her chest as she takes deep breaths, holding back the sobs that catch in her throat, closing her eyes. Her breath is uneven as she exhales, her hands shaking as she clenches a fist and she almost feels as though she may fall to the floor, sick to her stomach at the memory of Aaron's face as he looked at JJ's son, the admiration in his eyes, the smile on his face...

"I thought I saw you come out here," Aaron smiles as he stops her, but he smile drops instantly when he looks at her, broken written all over her face, tears glassing over her eyes. "What is the matter?" he asks, reaching a hand out to take hers, shock taking over when she moves from his touch instantly.

"I find I do not feel very well," she tells him, "I think I should go." she says, looking anywhere but at him.

"Okay," he says easily, "I will tell them—"

"No," she says, "you stay." she smiles as best she can as she forces herself to look at him, "I will see you later on."

"Emily..." he tries but she shakes her head, telling him to enjoy his day and that she will just try and get some rest, she is gone before he can reply.

She holds her head high as she heads back to her estate. It is only when the door closes behind her and she is in the comfort of her house does she curl over, a harsh sob leaving her chest, painful and raw as she places her hand over her mouth, taking a sharp deep breath as she stands straight and rushes up the stairs, her tears falling quickly as she rushes into the bedroom, grabbing her bag and some of her clothing, tossing the items into the bag before she drops to the bed, crying into her hands as her dreams of him and her die along side her dreams of ever having a family of her own, of ever having love, of ever being anything apart from a disappointment. She rushes to her feet as she hears the door shut, wipes her tears quickly as his footsteps head towards her and she turns to face the window, unable to see the look on his way when he walks in.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice laced with confusion as he looks at the clothing on the bed, the half packed bag. "What is this?"

"Nothing," she says after she clears her voice, heading towards the closest to grab her other items only for him to grab her wrists, force her to look at him as he stands in front of her.

"You're crying." he says gently, "Em... sweetheart, what happened?"

She pulls from his grip, stumbling backwards as she wipes her cheeks, shaking her head as she swallows.

"I— I can not do this." she tells him, "I can not stay here and deny you the right to a family... to children..." she explains through her heart break, her voice hoarse with tears. "I will not burden you with—" she drops her head as she stops.

"What?" he asks, "where has this come from? We have discussed this, Emily. I am happy, more than happy with you just, just us. You have not denied me anything. Where did you get the idea that it was ever a burden to me?"

"I am the burden here. I have trapped you." she shouts, "I saw how you looked at JJ's baby today, do not stand there and tell me you did not want children because you would be lying and we both know it." she says, holding back her tears as she looks away from him.

"I want you more." he tells her, "I will always want you more."

"I have taken away your chance at having a family. I have—" she stops, dropping her head as she tries to hold back her sob as she shakes her head. "You should have the choice. You should have an heir to the title that has been in your family for years and you—"

"Emily please—"

"No," she says, shaking her head, "I can not be yet another burden to the person whom I love. I— I can not be the reason why you are never able to have the family you know that you want." she tells him, tears falling down her cheeks as she looks at him. "I am setting you free." she whispers.

"I do not want to be set free." he shouts, "nor do I want a family with anybody but you." he tells her. "You are not a burden to me. You are my choice. You are my heart. And I love you regardless of what you may believe." he tells her as he gently lifts her head with a finger under her chin. "It is you who I want forever with." he whispers. "Please do not think that just because we can not have children that I will love you any less. Ending the Hotchner line with me was my plan before you were even in my eye line, ending the Hotchner line with you will be the greatest joy of my life because we will be together, old and senile and in each others arms until the end and I will love you all through it." he tells her gently, wiping her tears as she looks at him, her expression soft yet guarded, and it breaks his heart that she believes so little in how much she deserves to be loved. He cups her face, smiling softy at her. "In case you ever foolishly forget, I am in awe of you, in love with you to the end. You must know you are the light in my life and I could never not be hopelessly in love with you. Do not ever think for a moment that you are anything but treasured to me, you are mine, and I am yours." he tells her, wiping the last of her tears with his thumb before she goes into his arms, wrapping her own around him tightly as he holds her close.

"I am sorry—" she starts, but he shushes her, shaking his head.

"There is no need for apologies," he whispers, "I know today could not have been easy for you." he says, slowly pulling her from his arms to look at her. "I too am sorry that the choice of children was taken from you. Whether you would have wanted to have had some or not, I am sorry that the option is gone..." he whispers and she nods, smiling sadly.

"Me too," she says quietly, taking his open hand and lacing their fingers together. "I think I would like a small sleep," she says, "care to join me?" she asks and he kisses her forehead, already throwing the bag onto the floor.

"Always." he whispers, dropping his lips from her forehead to her lips gently, before he steps around her, closing the curtains.

He slides in next to her a few moments later, the new long fire warming up the room as the heat from the fire expands and he wraps her in his arms, kissing her forehead as her eyes fall closed.

"I love you." she whispers to him, folding herself into his hold, her head resting on his shoulder.

"And I love you." he whispers, running his fingers down her back, "Rest." he says, "I am right here."

They are careful, more than careful, the repercussions always in the forefront of their mind, but he was correct when he told her nothing was one hundred percent, and she finds herself showing symptoms of their worst fear yet most ignored dream not four weeks later. It started with her being unwell, light headaches that would pass further into the day, a sick feeling it in put of her stomach that had her lurching forward most mornings, but neither but it down to what they feared it was, choosing to hope that she was just under the weather, caught a case of the flu from the winter season coming upon them. It isn't until she there is a failure of the return of her monthly sickness twice that the panic sets in, her chest feeling tight as she makes her way down the steps, a horrified look in her eye that has his heart falling into her stomach when he looks at her, his smile dropping instantly.

"No." is all he says as he looks at her, all other words lost apart from that single one, with so many meanings behind it.

"I—" but she stops, nothing to say, meeting his eyes with a small shake of her head with no idea what to do.

"Are you sure?" he asks her gently, she can only nod in response, shock hitting her like a wave as it dawns on her what is happening. What this could mean.

"JJ and Elle... they had the same signs. Sudden sickness, lack of—" she does not continue, seeing no reason to explain what he already knows. "What are we going to do?" she whispers, fresh tears falling from her eyes and he rushes to her, pulling her into her arms. He kisses the side of her head, holding her as close as possible. But he doesn't answer. There is no answer to give.

Her mother paces the lounge as she takes in the news. Emily sits on the couch, staring into space as she twists the ring on her finger.

"There is always termination—"

"She almost died last time," Aaron tells her with anger, "who is to say that is no as or more dangerous than having the child?" he asks.

"It is less of a risk—"

"No." Emily says, looking at the two of them as they turn to her. "Each option has the same risk, there is no solution." she tells them. "I am having this child." she stands.

"Emily—" He starts.

"I wish to discuss this no further. I am going to lay down." she tells them, before leaving the room.

"You should have been more careful. You knew the risks—" Elizabeth spits at him as he storms off, her eyes widening when he turns.

"And you should have never put her in this position in the first place." he snaps, "you know where the door is, please see yourself out." he tells her before heading up the stairs.

He stops at the door, his heart breaking as she wipes her tears.

"She has left," he tells her, taking small steps into the room, a soft smile on his face in hopes to comfort her. "We need to talk about this."

"There is nothing to talk about." she says. "Each option is dangerous."

"Yes, but—" he tries but she shakes her head, taking his hands in her own as she stands in front of him, smiling as she looks at him.

"There is no safer decision. No better outcome." her voice is soft as she smiles sadly at him. "I may—"

"Don't," he begs in a whisper, the thought of the word falling from her tongue making him sick. He closes his eyes as she cups his cheek, lets his tears fall silently as she wipes them with a gentle thumb.

"The possibility is high, and this is a risk." she agrees as his eyes open to look at her, "but if in the end this does not work out in the way we can only hope for. You will forever have a part of me, forever have a purpose." she nods, "I have made my choice, and I can only wish for you to accept it."

"Please don't do this." he whispers brokenly. "Please do not make me choose—" he drops his head but she lifts it, smiling at him with soft sad lips before kissing him, feeling her skin burn under his touch as he pulls her closer.

"I need you to understand why I must." she whispers, "I need you to accept this. I need you to be happy."

"I can not be happy without you." he tells her.

"I am not going anywhere." she nods, forcing him to look at her as she gently grabs his cheeks.

"Promise me this is forever." he whispers as his eyes burn into her own, "promise me that—"

"I promise. " she tells him, before he silences her with another kiss.

A kiss that lets her know he is by her side, but also a kiss that tells her his fear, his panic, but it is so loved with love she can not help but smile, knowing being loved by him, even if for a short while is a blessing enough, no mater what.

They keep it a secret from their friends, knowing their news is bittersweet, knowing that telling them makes it real, knowing that telling them burdens them with the knowledge that Emily could die, and they decide to allow them their peace, allow them to all fawn over JJ and Elle and their new additions, and to announce their news when they must, when they are left with no other choice.

Her bump grows rather quickly, his hands over it every night as he whispers soft words of love and promises, a smile on his face as he looks up to his wife as she runs a hand through his hair, her own joy written over her face.

The first ball of the new season means they are to attend and he makes his nerves known about her being in a stressful environment, how keeping her calm and safe was his main priority but she shushes him with a soft kiss and a smile. Her dress covers her growing bump and he looks at her with awe, the glow in her face breath taking as she heads towards him.

Aaron keeps an eye on her during the event, always watching to make sure she is okay, is not in pain, is safe and surrounded by people who care.

He comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, lacing their fingers together on her stomach as he rests his cheek on the side of her head after kissing her cheek.

"How are you feeling?" he whispers and she smiles, leaning back into him.

"I am good." she says, turning to face him slightly. She grabs his jaw gently and kisses him, smiling. She pulls away and turns back to the floor, watching JJ and Will and Spencer and Elle dance with their new children, happiness bouncing off them and she sighs, dropping her head to his shoulder and he holds her tighter.

"We are going to have that," he whispers to her, the feel of her smile making his heart flutters. "We are going to be okay."

"We are going to be okay." she agrees with a whisper, laughing happily as the feel of their baby kicking hits their hands. "We're going to have that." she says as she turns to him, kissing his smile as he looks at her.

Their daughter is born on summers day, and when the baby is placed in her arms, she looks to Aaron with a smile, his kiss making her laugh as their new baby reaches her hand out, taking Aarons finger in her grip.

They name her after his mother. She had her mother’s dark eyes, their shared dark hair and her fathers features, although if you him, she’s all Emily.

Three months later they get that moment they’d only dreamed about, and they dance with their daughter, along side their friends and their children.

Their dream of a family becomes a reality, and the Duke mansion is one now filled with love and laughter, forever and always.

Fin

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[nomsugayoongi]

Off My Face. Part 4!

Pairings: Jungkook X OC female (nameless)

Tags: Fluff. They get busted. Giggly!Joon. Flirty!Jk, SMUTTTTTT! Sweaty after practise Jk getting his fuck on in a bathroom. Not for littles.

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She was warm. She was comfortable. She was probably the most relaxed she'd ever felt, floating in dreams. Something subtle was pulling her out. Back towards consciousness. She groaned sleepily, a warm, soft lump at her side wriggled also. Awareness hadn't quite crept in yet. The lull of sleep drawing her away. But there was a noise. Something that didn't want her to stay here. Sound started to form. Like a tapping sound. Glass maybe. More wriggling at the side of her, weight across her stomach, something tickling her neck. She lifted a heavy hand to swat at it, only to connect with something solid. Her fingers wriggled. Something soft beneith them. Tapping. More awareness. Jungkook. First formed thought. Before any real comprehension kicked in, he did. She sighed. Sleepy smile. More tapping. "Jungkookie?" She knew that voice. Awareness crashed back into place followed by panic. "Shit" she hissed, eyes snapping open. Sunlight flooded the room, Jungkook still asleep next to her. She'd fallen asleep in his bed. "Jungkookie, I'm coming in!" Namjoon called through the door.

Her eyes scanned the room furiously. There wasn't enough time for her to go anywhere. Plus her underwear was on the bedroom floor. Naked from the waist down, she frantically pulled the covers over herself. The door handle creaked. She elbowed Jungkook and braced for impact. His eyes shot open and he groaned, cradling his ribs where her elbow connected. He didn't have time to ask her what the hell was going on. He was still squinting stupidly when the door swung open and Namjoon appeared. "JK, you need to get up. We have....WOAH!!" Namjoon's hands shot to his mouth, frozen in the doorway at the sight that greeted him. His eyes wide. "What the....?" He started. Jungkook was awake now, scrambling into a sitting position. "WHAT IS THIS?" Namjoon shrieked, his shock dissolving into giggles. "Shut the door" Jungkook hissed. Namjoon booted the door closed, not taking his eyes off the pair in the bed. "What happened?" He whispered, still chuckling childishly. "We fell asleep" she replied stupidly. Jungkook had jumped out of bed, opening the bedroom door he peered either way down the hallway. "Where is everyone?" He questioned. "Showering or having breakfast. We let you sleep as long as we could but we have practise in an hour. What is going on here?" He asked again. "Good, so nobody heard you freaking out then." Jungkook mused, ignoring Namjoon's question. He turned back towards his bed, running his fingers through his hair with a heavy sigh. He flopped onto the bed next to her, resting his head against her shoulder with a sleepy grumble. That was not how he wanted to wake up. She smiled, stroking his hair. "GUYS...are you serious? What the hell?" Namjoon questioned for the fifth time. "You said nothing was going on" he added, pointing an accusing finger at her. "It wasn't...then." she replied sheepishly. Namjoon sat on the edge of the bed. "Well...when?" He asked, still reeling. "Yesterday. After dinner." She said simply. Namjoon gawped at them. "So...what? Now you're like...bed buddies?" Jungkook chuckled, finally lifting his head. "I wouldn't say it like that. Look, we like each other. We wanna see where it could go but it's....new. We didn't want anyone to know until we'd had a chance to figure it out ourselves. So please don't say anything to the others. Hyung...please." he asked sincerely. Namjoon frowned, his expression immediately becoming that of supportive big brother. "Of course I won't. But guys....this is....insane. I mean...it's GREAT. But...WOAH!" He chuckled. She grinned, nuzzling into Jungkooks side. "I told you to tell him" Namjoon smiled. Jungkook frowned looking from her to Namjoon. "Huh? Told her to tell me...." He muttered. "How she felt about you." He responded. Jungkooks frown deepened. "Why? How long have you known?" He asked. Namjoon shrugged. "Ages. Since she got back from England." Jungkook pouted, picking up the pillow and bashing her with it playfully. "Told him months ago. Told me yesterday. That's some kind of backwards." He whined. "I couldn't tell you. It was too intense. I was all...spazzy" she replied, defensively. "Uh huh?" He hummed, leaning in to kiss her. "Uh huh!" She replied, catching his lips in a soft kiss. Namjoon cleared his throat loudly. "Still here guys. Plus, I don't wanna ruin your moment but you really do need to get up. 50 minutes till dance practise." He reminded. Jungkook groaned loudly, throwing his head back. "I'll be down in 5 minutes. Need to pee and brush my teeth" he grunted. Namjoon nodded, giving them one last huge smile before departing. Once Namjoon has left, Jungkook started trying to motivate himself, rifling through his wardrobe for something comfy to wear. He usually really enjoyed dance practise but that was when he hadn't stayed up most of the night before and didn't have a half naked, beautiful girl in his bed. "Jungkook, can you pass me my underwear please?" He turned, smiling at the blush flooding her cheeks as she sat in his bed, hugging her knees. "They're right there." He said, pointing to the spot on the floor where they'd landed. "Well...can you get

them for me?" She asked. "But they're closer to you than me. Why can't you get them?" He questioned, folding his arms with a smirk. Her face burned scarlet. "Cause...I'm naked under here. You'll see." She whispered. He walked over, picking them up and leaned onto the bed, kissing her before dropping them in her lap and turning back to his wardrobe. "I've already seen." He said in a sing song tone. "Jeon Jungkook" she hissed. "What? I have. I had my whole face right up in there. Too late to get shy about it now." He teased. She scrambled under the covers to pull on her underwear, blushing furiously. "Stop it, beast" she grunted. He turned back again with a grin, grabbing her hands and pulling her out of bed. He hooked a finger under her chin as she tried to avoid his gaze, forcing her to look at him. "Don't be shy. You don't need to be. You were so beautiful last night. Watching you come undone like that..." He paused and sighed, shaking his head. "...i'd be trying to make you look that way again right now if I didn't have practise. You don't have to hide from me. I like every inch of you. Very much." He caught her lips, his kiss sweet but just a touch of his hunger leaking through. His thumb trailed softly down her face. "JUNGKOOK" a collective scream bellowed from downstairs. He lept back from her reluctantly. "ALRIGHT" he hollered back. "To be continued." He muttered, apologetically, grabbing a handful of clothes and speeding off towards the bathroom. She took a quick shower and decided to get herself ready before heading downstairs. Hair washed, blow dried and straightened. Cute outfit. Minimal make up. She didn't want to look like she was trying to look good. But she still wanted to look good. That was an issue when the person you had just started dating could look good in a sack. She bounced downstairs about half an hour after Jungkook had left her. "Morning guys" she called. Namjoon was grinning at her stupidly which made her giggle. She ruffled his hair playfully as she walked past, causing a distressed grunt from him as he tried to fix it. She walked up to the table, throwing her arms around Suga's shoulders from behind as he sat eating his breakfast. "Oh...hello" he smiled, patting her hands. Jungkook was sat opposite looking sinfully good. Baggy black cargo pants, a black long sleeved shirt that absolutely swamped the frame underneath but still managed to look great on him. She guessed black sneakers too even though she couldn't see his feet. He was shovelling cereal into his mouth, his eyes flickering over her face in a way that made her feel naked. She let go of Suga, planting a peck on the top his head then made her way round the table, leaning over it unnecessarily to grab a piece of toast right in Jungkooks eye line. He swallowed a huge mouthful of cereal, fighting a smirk. "Hungry?" He asked. She hummed her affirmative as she chewed. "Starved" she replied. "You? Didn't you do enough eating yesterday?" She raised a cocky eyebrow then bit her lip to hold in a laugh as she heard Namjoon choke on his food behind her. Jungkooks face remained neutral but she saw his ears flush. He shrugged casually. "Nope. Still hungry" Jungkook replied. His eyes were burning into her. "You know he could eat for his country" Jin piped up. She let herself laugh at that and nodded, turning and heading away from the table. "That's very true" she replied quietly. ----------------------------------------------------------- She had just about finished cleaning the house when she heard the cars pull up outside and collective sounds of the guys. The front doors banged open and they filed in, talking and laughing amongst themselves. She grinned having already prepared cold drinks and snacks for them all. Jungkook was in the middle of the bunch, an arm slung around Jimin's shoulders. He gave her a huge smile, grabbing a bottle of water and stopping beside her. He pressed the bottle against his head, the cold condensation feeling nice against his warm skin before untwisting the cap and downing about three quarters of the bottle in

huge gulps. He looked gorgeous. His skin flushed and clammy, his hair now wavy and damp with sweat but he was still buzzing with energy. He always was after practise. His adrenaline kept him going much longer than the other guys. "How was practise?" She asked, sneakily resting a hand on his back, her fingers playing under his shirt, stroking over his sweaty skin. He smiled, draining the rest of his water before grabbing another. "It was good. A few hiccups but we're getting there. Some of the new choreos are pretty intense. Should be good in front of ARMY though." He replied. He leaned into her, smelling her hair quickly. "I need to shower." He said, scratching at his sweaty hair. He made his way towards the stairs, clattering Jin over the head with his empty water bottle and giggling mischeviously as a cushion was flung at him. He paused at the bottom of the stairs, beckoning her to follow before hopping up them 3 at a time like he hadn't just spent the last few hours dancing his ass off. She paused for a minute, wondering what excuse to use so she could disappear. Namjoon walked over with a smile. "Go. I got you covered." He whispered, grabbing a bottle of water and turning back to the group. She grinned happily, heading for the stairs. She could hear the water running in one of the bathrooms and wondered if he'd already jumped into the shower. She paused at the top of the steps, looking from the bedrooms to the bathroom door. "Psst" She swung round, Jungkook was stood in the doorway of his bedroom with a smirk. "Hey. I thought you were showering" she smiled. He pulled her into his bedroom, pinning her against the wall, his fingers lacing through hers. "I will be." His lips were on hers straight away, his body pressing her against the wall so hard it made her shoulders hurt. "I missed you" he mumbled between kisses. "Couldn't stop thinking about you at practise." His lips skimmed down, sucking and nipping at her neck. Her breath caught, she wrenched one hand out of his grip to tangle in his messy hair. His smell was intoxicating, a gentle mix of his usual scent and the warm, wet kind of smell of someone who'd been active recently. The kind of pre-sweat smell. Very masculine and playing absolute havok with her hormones. "Couldn't stop thinking about last night. You. The way you moan. How you taste. The look on your face." He grunted into her neck. She felt a sharp stab as he bit a little harder at the tender skin above her collarbone. Each word he whispered collecting at her core, provoking an instant ache. "Need more." He whispered. He lifted his lips from her neck, his eyes meeting hers. She almost moaned. He looked aggressively gorgeous, his eyes darker, burning into her, lips slightly swollen and parted, the tip of his tongue running slowly across his bottom lip. He took her hand, pulling her towards the bathroom. She almost had to run to keep up with him, taking long strides, yanking at her arm like he didn't have time to waste. Once in the bathroom, he kicked the door shut, pulling her in for another mind melting kiss. She was so busy trying to keep up with his insistent tongue that she didn't even notice him unbuttoning her jeans until he was hooking his fingers in and pushing them over her hips. She moaned against his mouth in anticipation. He broke the kiss, kneeling down to yank her jeans and panties off her feet then trailing kisses up her leg, stopping to sink his teeth into her thigh. She squeeked, watching a cheeky smile pull at his lips. He stood, lifting her easily and plonking her on the bathroom counter. She gasped, the cold marble surface agaisnt her bare skin making her squirm although she really didn't have long to think about it. He was already pulling her legs apart, sinking down as his eyes stayed fixed on her. She watched, his eyes never leaving her face as he delivered a long, slow lick to her slit. He groaned, sounding almost relieved as he repeated the action, tongue sliding through her folds, the instant jolt of pleasure as he passed over her clit. "Oh my god." She breathed. There was

something inherently more sexy about actually watching him do it. She felt like she should look away but his gaze wouldn't let her. His big brown doe eyes holding her innocently while the action with his tongue was anything but. After another long lick, he stopped at her clit, circling the bundle of nerve endings with the tip of his tongue, still watching her watch him, the corners of his open mouth curling in an almost sinister smile. "Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?" He groaned. She opened her mouth to reply but no words came out, she was rapt, watching him flatten out his tongue and lick hard, his lips closing around her clit in a way not unsimilar to the way he kissed her face. He moved one hand from her thigh, sitting back on his heels, his attention temporarily turning from her face as he lazily dragged his fingers up and down her pussy. She could see her wetness coating his index and middle finger as he stood up, presenting them to her. "Open" he whispered. Unable to do anything else through the haze of lust currently engulfing her, she obediently opened her mouth, lips closing around his fingers, tongue snaking round them as she experienced the tangy, slightly sweet taste of the arousal he provoked in her. He moaned, watching her suck his fingers deep into her mouth, her tongue soft and warm sending jolts of desire to his already aching cock. "Damn. I want to fuck you so bad." He panted. "Wanna feel your soft, hot pussy around my cock. Wanna screw you till you can't speak. Want it so bad." His voice was husky, his head dropping onto her shoulder as he battled ferociously with his need. "Please do" she croaked, her mouth dry. He whined, a small part of him thinking their first time together shouldn't be a lust fueled quicky in a bathroom with all his brothers downstairs. The rest of him couldn't have cared less if they were sat on the counter next to her. He was too far gone to notice. His stomach churned, feeling uncomfortable under the weight of his lust. "I can wait." He offered, although it was taking more restraint than he thought he possessed. "I don't wanna wait." She breathed. "I want you inside me." With that, his resolve snapped, his fingers already deftly battling with the button on his cargo pants before his brain had registered her response. He didn't even bother to take them off, he couldn't wait that long. He just undid them, and pulled his swollen, achy cock out of his boxers, hissing at the contact from his own hand. "Fuck" she gulped. He realised that she'd never actually seen him before, pausing with his long fingers curled around his shaft, he smirked, squeezing slightly, gently stroking his cock, ignoring the tingle of pleasure to focus on her reaction. In typical Jungkook fashion, he was an overachiever. His cock decently above average size without being obscene, deliciously thick, smooth, perfectly straight. Even his dick was pretty. If it wasn't for her overwhelming need for him to stop fucking about and nail her with it, she'd have been annoyed that this gorgeous, cute, devilish, cheeky contradiction of a man had literally not a single physical flaw. He was sculpted, proportioned and presented so perfectly that it stole her breath and at any other time, would have made her heart contract painfully with overwhelming affection. But she wasn't thinking with her heart. She was too wrapped up in her pussy, leaking, feeling so empty she could hardly stand it. "Gonna stand there jerking off or are you going to fuck me?" She hissed, past the point of impatience. His smirk grew. "Feeling needy are we?" He teased. She pouted pitifully and nodded at him with wide eyes. "But how can I fuck you when you look so cute?" He cooed, rubbing the head of his dick against her clit. She shivered, her fingers clenching against the edge of the marble counter top. "It's simple. You just stop being a brat and stick it in me." She huffed. He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Oh that's it? Just slide my thick, hard cock into your cute, tight, greedy little hole hmm? Just stretch your wet little pussy

out, fuck you till you can't see straight." He whispered. She moaned and whined at the same time. "Koo...please. I'm gonna die." She cried, wiggling uncomfortably. He chuckled, making a mental note to see how far he could actually push her in the future. He already knew he was going to have a lot of fun with her neediness. "Relax baby. I've got this." He lined up, rubbing the head of his cock against her hole a couple of times, biting his lip as he felt her entrance contract, trying to suck him in. He pushed slowly, feeling her stretch to accommodate him, then the slick, soft heat engulfing him inch by inch. He groaned heavily, eyes fixed on her impossibly tight hole swallowing his length greedily. "Holy shit." He panted, pleasure exploding through him. "Fuck you feel amazing. Fuck." He wanted to savour it. He felt her fingers clench, balling his sweaty shirt in her hands. "Oh god" she whined, wriggling deperately. The stationary pressure of his cock buried deep inside her was making her crazy. The slight burning stretch, the feeling of fullness. She needed him to move. Her hands gripped at his hips, pushing back. "Don't tease me" she panted. He leaned in, running his nose along her jaw, inhailing deeply, his lips finding her ear. "What do you need Jagi? Slow?" He withdrew painfully slowly, allowing her to feel every bit of him against her sensative walls. "Or hard?" He snapped his hips forward, driving into her mercilessly. She grunted, a stab of achy pain as he hit something deeper than she expected. "Hard." She hissed. He bit his lip, swallowing his own moan, pulling out of her. "Jump down" he instructed, taking her hand and helping her to slide off the marble counter. He kissed her softly before turning her round, pushing against her mid back until she bent over the counter. He groaned, eyes glued as she presented her ass to him. He bit his lip, running his hands over her soft, perfect skin before finding a home on her hips. He positioned himself, her hips giving him the leverage he needed to pull her back sharply as he thrust into her, his cock slamming roughly into her. He groaned, head falling back, a shock of delicious pleasure bursting through him. He fucked her like he was on a timer, relentlessly drilling his dick into her, the lewd slap of his thighs hitting her bare skin permiated the room, drowning out the sound of the still running shower. Her body banging agaisnt the counter top repeatedly as though he was trying to fuck her through the damn thing. He reached up, curling her hair around his hand and pulling her head back, looking at her in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed, mouth agape, brow furroughed, eyes heavy as she bounced around helplessly with every steady thrust. Her sweaty hands slid uselessly over the marble surface, finding no purchase. "You ok? " He grunted. She nodded rapidly. "Don't stop" she hissed. He pulled on her hair sharply, forcing her upright. "Kiss me" he panted. She turned her head, his lips hungrily attacking hers, moaning lustfully into her mouth as he ground his hips agaisnt her ass, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her. "Fuck. So good" he growled, one hand snaking round her waist to play with her clit. She yelped, pushing back, grinding desperately on his cock. He grit his teeth, his expression almost angry as he rapidly rubbed at her clit. His toes were curling inside his sneakers, his orgasm threateningly close. He needed her to cum. Quickly. "Fuck. Love this pussy. So good." He babbled, incoherently. She whined deperately, her head falling back against his shoulder as she sucked in a sharp breath. He felt her walls clench around his cock, felt her muscles tighten and almost sighed with relief, letting go of his restraint, the rapid pulsating of her pussy pushing him over the edge. He came hard, still pistoning his hips deliriously as he spilled what felt like everything he had inside her. He slowed his thrusting, the obscene squelching sound coming from her sloppy cunt only heightening his pleasure. "Fuck" he repeated, stilling his movement, clinging to her weakly.

She looked dazed. Her eyes not fully shut but clearly not actually looking at anything. She panted deperately, trying to regain some oxygen. He braced himself even though his legs felt like jelly, taking the majority of her weight. He nuzzled into her neck, carefully pulling himself out of her, shuddering at the friction against his overly sensative cock. "That was..." He sighed, not actually having a word. "Delicious." She hummed, a smile tugging at her lips. He chuckled and nodded. "Very very." He held her for a few minutes, feeling his heart rate calm and his breathing return to normal, enjoying the blissful afterglow, nuzzling and kissing her affectionately as the lust died down and was replaced with an overwhelming softness for her. She was completely still, breathing shallow and he actually wondered for a second if she'd fallen asleep. "Still with me?" He whispered. She smiled immediately. "Mmm hmm. Just...floating." she sighed. He grinned, knowing the feeling well. "I should shower. We'll be ordering food soon." He murmured, kissing her neck gently. She whined in protest but the sudden growling of her stomach told her he was right. "I know." She said sullenly, peeling herself out of his warm, cosy arms. "Gimme two minutes to clean up then I'll go so you can shower." She sighed, untangling her underwear from her jeans. She washed up quickly, checking her make up in the mirror and fixing the smudges before pulling her hair up. It was too mussed to leave it down now and she couldn't be bothered straightening it again. She made her way downstairs shortly after, leaving Jungkook in the shower although every step away from him felt painful and unnecessary. Some of the guys were still in their rooms, cleaning or getting changed. She headed into the kitchen, stealing a cold Sprite before collapsing on the sofa in the lounge. She sighed, wriggling her toes, the after affects of what had just happened still not fully gone. Her legs still felt shaky. She could feel a dull ache across her thighs where they'd smashed into the marble edge of the counter top repeatedly. She smiled. Yes it was slightly strange but she liked the thought of it bruising. A tangible reminder of what had happened. She bit her lip, feeling heat rise into her cheeks as she stared into space, deep in thought. She'd just had sex with Jungkook. Giggles swelled in her chest. It was so surreal. She didn't understand how she'd gone from pining for him to this. She suddenly missed him desperately even though she'd only been away from him for minutes.

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do re mi | myg

featuring. min yoongi x reader | 3.2k

summary. while teaching you how to play piano, min yoongi realizes that his dumbass might have feelings for you after all.

genre. fluff | f2l | roommate!au | mutual pining

warnings. a quarter-life crisis and a soft make-out scene at the end

Amongst Min Yoongi's many talents, his sixth sense of knowing when something was bothering you was the one that most oft caught you off guard. Whether it was the intensity in which you slammed a door shut, or the way in which you didn't choose to annoy the fuck out him like you did every other day of the week; he would notice each time. It was only clockwork that he tentatively wrapped his arm around your shoulders when you had collapsed against the couch with perceptible chagrin.

"What's up?" he asked, a simple question that often entailed a more than complicated answer. Peering down at your tightened features, he awkwardly patted your shoulder as if to make known that silence would be just as valid of a reply.

You ran your hands through your face. "I don't know,” you said. If you did, you would've told him, just as you told him everything. Though the pair of you had began as merely two people who happened to be roommates because there were no other affordable options, spending months watching Netflix with another person tends to lead to friendship — even best-friendship, though neither of you had established such a title. It was the kind of friendship that needn't clarification, rather it was just another unequivocal fact amongst many.

After kicking off your shoes (Yoongi would scold you for that in a less emotionally-turbulent time), you pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them in a ball-like manner. "It's really fucking lame but I’m just realizing some things,” he nodded, prompting you to continue. "I'm scared of the future, I think. I mean, everyone is, but when our prof was talking about internships and shit earlier I kind of freaked out then decided that hiding in the bathroom was the best option.”

In his gaze was a reassurance so intent that you had to look away lest you become ensnared in it. He oft had that effect, increasingly so throughout the past few weeks. "What about it?"

Your eyes fluttered closed as you took a deep breath. “I think I know what I want to do, but then I see other people, people like you, who are so passionate about their place on Earth that to not do that thing would be a fate worse than death. Like, I love the path that I’m on but there’s always a voice that’s telling me I’m gonna fuck something up and regret everything.” You played with the loose threads of your top, pulling at the offending stitching. You laughed. “This is so stupid. I guess I’m just realizing that I might not be cut out for it.”

His sudden silence filled the room so heavily that you began to wonder if you shouldn’t have said anything at all. Gears turned behind the messy black mop atop his head that hung over his eyes; a face similar to the one he makes when contemplating a new track he had produced, seeking for each of its flaws and corresponding solutions.

It was so sudden when he reached down to grab your hand that you almost jumped. An inch away from falling onto his chest with the sudden upwards tug, you steeled yourself. "I'll show you something," he said to which you replied with a questioning stare. "It'll just be a sec, c'mon."

You allowed him to drag you to his bedroom, though not without glaring at the back of his head and whining. "Your room smells like Cheetos and day-old boxers."

He rolled his eyes. "I cleaned it this morning, so shut up."

He pushed the door closed with his hip, never once letting go of your hand until he unceremoniously shoved you towards the left end of the keyboard bench. You wiped the accumulated hand sweat against the rough fabric of your jeans, both thankful yet forlorn that he had let go. His was a comfort rarely given and you craved his affection the way one did with a cat that ignored those around it.

He reached down to plug the extension into the socket. "Can I play you something?"

You blinked, unsure if the nervous tone laced in the question was figment or reality. “What?”

He gave you a blank stare though it didn’t distract you from the way his hands fidgeted in his lap. “I said, can I play you something? Something I wrote?”

Impatient, he didn’t give you a second glance or a moment to reply before his hands flew across the board, pulling melodies out of the nooks and crannies of its black and white keys. Through every note, he told you of emotion, of love, of heartbreak and melancholy. You don't think you had ever understood what music was until then. It was more than his expertise, though he was quite the expert; it was the way his eyes closed at certain shrills and the way his shoulders hunched at others, the way he slammed harder into the keys and at other parts softer. He played like a poet. A writer. And you refused to be someone who didn't appreciate it for what it was: a story told to you.

The slight smirk gracing his soft features told you that he found amusing the way your mouth gaped open in shock. You’d only ever heard the distant echoes of his sound from behind closed doors as you walked past.

Yoongi had never played for you before, was even shocked that he was able to now, knowing that your mere presence in close proximity provided quite the distraction.

When he stopped, the air almost rang in its silence, as if you had forgotten what the world sounded like without his music in it. The hush blanket laid across the room felt bare and vulnerable. You understood now more than ever why he locked himself within the confines of his space in all hours of the day. If you could live in his symphonies, you would.

"Wow.” Because what else could be said? "That was... Yoongi, you're amazing."

His smirk remained, though as more of a mask to hide softer feelings behind. "Must've been if you're complimenting me for once.”

"Because you already have a ginormous ego."

He began playing once more. This time, a slow and deceptively simple melody. The chords were arrows tightly strung that flew through the air in wisps of smoke. To you, its warmth was paralleled to the feeling of his own beside you, his arm occasionally brushing yours as he reached to play a few lower keys.

"I think you're taking it too seriously," he said. "The future, I mean."

Your brows furrowed. "I kind of have to, dude."

He rolled his eyes but kept playing, occasionally glancing at you as he did so. "What I mean is," he pressed softly against the keys in the left end of the piano, their tenor notes filling your ears. "You need to calm down. Like this," the already soft melody slowed. "You know what you want, don't you? Why are you hesitating?"

You stilled, the feeling of being both caught and scolded grounding you in time. Your eyes focused on his hands to avoid the feeling of his analyzing gaze on the side of your face. “There are things I want to accomplish but there’s also things I want to have,” you groaned in exasperation. “I don’t know if I should choose the former or the latter but they’re so entangled that I can’t even tell which is which anymore.”

"Some things are only difficult if you think they're difficult." He looked down at the keys. "Like playing the piano, everyone knows that learning it is hard but something like this-" he played three chords in succession. "-sounds simple, right?" He continued to play those same chords until they blended together in a single melodious breeze. "But when I was a kid, learning piano was the bane of my twelve year old existence. I hated it so much because my impatient ass wanted to be good without trying. So, in true dumbass fashion, I quit taking lessons after two weeks."

You tilted your head towards him. “How did you learn then?"

“Well, I realized I was being a huge pussy and went back." Shaking his head before the glaze of the memory could wash over, he nodded towards you. Grabbing your hand, he placed them over the keys. “Can I teach you a chord?”

Your heart spiked in one fell swoop. “What? And embarrass myself in front of the music god himself?"

He laughed and it lit up his eyes brighter than the screen of his laptop that he had forgotten to shut off, still on the League of Legends home screen. “I told you, it's only hard if you think it is."

Too flustered to argue, you could only watch as he directed your fingers towards the correct keys until three were stretched towards their respective positions. C Major. You wondered if he could hear the rapid pace of your heart through the vibrations on your skin from where his larger hand rested atop your own. You could only pray to any god who would listen that he didn’t.

Among the numerous feelings that bubbled beneath your chest, the sudden pinch of ice that struck your nerves as he lifted his palm away from yours was one that you were the most unsure of. Filing that thought away for later, you focused on the most important task at hand: avoiding looking like an idiot in front of Min Yoongi.

Before you could retreat, your hands pressed down.

A sudden burst of sound filled the silence that you hadn't realized had grown so deafening. Your eyes widened as if you hadn't expected the chord to occur despite Yoongi's administrations, like trying to guess a passcode and getting it correct in a miraculous feat of luck. The now fading sound was not like anything you were expecting, though you knew even monkeys could do what you had just done. It was an actual piece of the puzzle that was music rather than the CD case or paper bag that had come with it.

Likened to an excited pup, you looked towards him for praise or assurance that you had done it right only to catch his already grinning countenance at your widened eyes.

For the next half hour he taught you two other basic chords, never failing to correct you in such a patient manner that your heart rose and fell with each glance and soft appraisal.

"But sometimes," he grinned. "Sometimes you need to stop thinking."

Your brows furrowed, though you didn’t need more than a few seconds to understand his cryptic wording before you yelped, almost flying off your seat at the abrupt disruption of the peace.

He began smashing his hands against the piano, creating the worst orchestra your ears had ever had the pleasure to hear. Overcoming the shock, both of yours laughs bubbled out, drowned by the keyboard speakers. Without a second thought, you joined, key smashing against the lower end. Together, you created an ear-grating masterpiece of cacophonous noise and piercing melody, yet it was still one of the most beautiful things you’d ever heard.

Yoongi began cheering your name like the greatest hypeman in existence as you gave the most effortful performance of your life, hands pressing against the first keys you saw to the last. You didn't know what you were doing but it didn't matter, not when he was smiling with his gums on full display as you went with your gut for the first time in years. Yoongi, the boy whose hands crafted magic, whose words changed you, whose music moved you. Yoongi, who looked at you and saw past your forced pretensions and society-enforced perceptions.

You laughed until your lungs ached for air, having not even realized that your whole body leant against his as you tried to catch your breath.

"Oh my god, I think my ears are broken," you covered them, finally dragging your hands away from the keys.

His grin widened. “You're a quick learner."

“Is this the part where I say that it's because you're a good teacher?"

“Only if you're polite, which we know you aren't." He hadn't stopped smiling and you had never felt prouder of any accomplishment in your entire life. “Was I able to distract you?"

You laughed, bringing your hands back to your lap to fiddle with them. He's seen you wear the same ramen-stained hoodie three days in a row with hair just as ratty yet you had never more felt exposed. “I’d say yes but I think I’ve exceeded my Yoongi compliment limit for the day."

"And here I was thinking that that compliment limit was zero."

"Hey," you playfully knocked against his shoulder. "I always say your breakfast is good."

He knocked against you back, his eyes turnt to half-moons. "That's because you want to brainwash me into cooking for you everyday with half-assed compliments."

"Or maybe," you lightly leaned against his hoodie-covered shoulder. "It's because I like eating breakfast with you."

He paused, and a grin that could only be described as shy graced his features. He tapped against the keyboard but didn't press hard enough to allow a sound to be let out.

"I trust you," he said in the silence. "That you can follow your heart. Even if that sounds corny as fuck, I really believe it."

You smiled, something you've been doing more and more often with him around. "I'll try," you said, watching as he contemplated his next words with a bite of his bottom lip. Giving him time, you glanced back at the piano. "Is it really that simple?" You pressed on a key.

He finally looked up. "I think so," he played the key beside the one you had just pressed, the side of it touching yours. "Even if it doesn't sound right to other people, who's to say that random key smashing isn't music? When you think you're supposed to play a certain way, that's when you hesitate. Even when you fuck up a piece," he pressed another key. "Regretting it doesn't stop the echo."

He began to play another soft melody, leaving you just as entranced as you were the first time he did.

“I’m a hypocrite, though,” he closed his eyes, lightly scoffing. “Giving you advice that I can’t even take.”

Your voice came out in a whisper. “Why?”

“Because...” He took a deep breath, hands leaving the keyboard as he fully turned to you. “I like you," he said it like it were a fact you should've already known. “I... I like you. A lot. I can't remember when you stopped being my annoying roommate who'd hog the fridge space and became the annoying roommate who I couldn't stop writing songs about. Before I could even realize and stop myself, today’s me kept looking forward to tomorrow’s you. I’d be a hypocrite to tell you to stop hesitating about the things in your life while I spent every second of every day wondering whether I should tell you my feelings and ruin our friendship.”

For if there was anything Yoongi knew more than most was that love was fucking stupid. It caused people to be irrational, selfless, and weak-hearted, yet why did he want to forget the stupidity that came with it whenever you walked into the kitchen for breakfast, hair messy and shirt tousled?

Love was fucking stupid. But maybe he could be an idiot if it meant that you'd be stupid for him too.

“I know you don't feel the same way but I just needed to tell-" you kissed him before he could finish what was sure to be a sentence so ridiculous that even the most astute of linguists would be left baffled. He was Min Yoongi. The boy who spent all day locked in his room making music and playing games with his friends. The roommate who'd wake up early just to cook you breakfast. The friend who knew you better than you knew yourself. The man who you'd found yourself falling for with every gummy smile. Yoongi. It had always been Yoongi.

And he was kissing you back.

His lips were as warm as the hands that carefully wrapped around your hips, gently pulling you closer to him. He kissed the way he played, soft and thoughtful.

Pulling away, he whispered your name slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. Never before had your name ever felt so wonderful a one. His forehead pressed against yours, eyes flickering between yours in disbelief. The hand around your waist tightened as if in fear that at any moment you might say that you hadn't meant to give him what had to be the best moment of his life -- that you had actually accidentally fallen on him and he had simply been mistaken.

"You're an idiot," you laughed. "I've liked you since the first time you've cooked me breakfast if the heart eyes I gave you each time weren't already a dead giveaway."

He shuffled in his seat. "You have low standards then," he said. "Or are in desperate search for a house-husband."

You smiled, your nose brushing against his. "Maybe, a bit of both."

He leaned away from you, eyes lit up in a euphoria that didn't hinder from his nervous cadence. "Actually, that song I played for you? Earlier?” You’d never seen him blush before. “I, maybe, composed it thinking of you.”

"A personal chef, jester, and composer? I think I'm winning."

His nose crinkled. "You know you can still back out, right?"

"You're acting as if I'd even want to."

"Stupid songs like that... I suck at love yet I still want to give you everything," he whispered, voice hoarse. "But my everything will still only amount to that."

"If that's your everything,” your hands interlocked with his. “Then your everything is more than enough."

"I like you," he murmured the confession between your lips as if it were clandestine, the urge to say it a million times more bubbling up from his chest. Though stronger than his urge to say it was his urge to hear you say it back.

Your lips met his completely. Perfectly. "I like you, too."

Pulling away once more you couldn't help but laugh at the reddened color of his cheeks and ears. Cutting away at the awkward and still unsure tension, he inched backwards with a startlingly loud clap of his hands. "Now that that's settled, can we go back to making out? This corny shit is so awkward."

"I can't believe I like you," you groaned but kissed him back anyway.

While there was nothing in your life that you could be sure of, you knew that the man whose smile could light up the entire city of Seoul would be there for you for every step, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[hermannsthumb]

If you're still taking requests!! Fake Dating situation where Newt and Hermann go to a public event together. they're used to being mistaken for a couple at the Shatterdome, so they expect to be mistaken for a couple at the event. But then they meet someone who definitely Does Not mistake them for a couple (because homophobia) and assumes they're just Very Good Friends. cue Newt and Hermann aggressively pretending to be a couple.

always and forever taking requests!!! this is such a fun one, THANK YOU

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“We’ll have to go in eventually,” Newt says.

Next to him, Hermann silently fumes, apparently unable to decide whether to continue tugging at his stiff collar or grinding the bottom of his cane—over and over, in a sort of circle—against the sidewalk, leaving streaks of black rubber behind. “I hate these damn things,” he says under his breath, though it’s unclear whether he means his outfit or the event. Hermann’s dressed up tonight in a suit that’s hilariously oversized (even for him) and fraying in places, with a bowtie that he’s knotted crookedly. Newt wonders if the suit’s a hand-me-down from his brother. “Begging for funding, as if we haven’t anything better to do with our time. As if we’re not working for the better of all of them. It’s bloody degrading.” He works his jaw angrily. “And if that isn’t enough—everyone always makes—assumptions—about us.”

Oh, okay. The event. “Assumptions?” Newt says.

Hermann lets out a hiss of air between his teeth. “Assumptions,” he repeats, delicately. “About—ah—the certain nature of our relationship.”

“Oh,” Newt says. “Oh.”

At the last one of these things they went to, someone (actually generous enough to open their checkbook for once) asked Hermann whether they should make it out to the PPDC or Dr. Gottlieb and his husband. At the one before that, a dinner event, the name placards at their table said Dr. Newton Geiszler-Gottlieb and Dr. Hermann Geiszler-Gottlieb. Before that, at a more casual affair at an up-scale bar, some tech hottie sent Newt a martini, before hurrying over and apologizing in person that (gesturing between Newt and Hermann) he didn’t realize Newt was with someone. Newt really wishes Hermann would just get it through his head already that introducing someone as your partner and dropping the important research part of it tends to hold drastically different connotations outside of, like, the group of people who know them on the Shatterdome base, because that would clear up probably sixty percent of the confusion. If not just so he can pick up a few numbers at these things for once. Still, though—for some reason it’s never really bothered him like it clearly bothers Hermann, but Newt supposes he’s not exactly a catch by any standards, so it makes sense. “I just don’t know where they get the impression—” Hermann begins, and Newt interrupts him.

“Yeah, well, you should take it as a compliment,” he says. “You could do a lot worse than me.” He opens the door for Hermann and ushers him in. “Seriously, we’ll be late if we don’t go in now, and that makes it, like, twice as awkward.”

As usual, they have to sit through some incredibly boring speech about how they’re sitting among some of the best scientific minds of the century right now, how they’re honored to play host to their colleagues at the PPDC, how the buffet will opening shortly for dinner, and then a different person gets up and makes another speech, and then another person with another, until finally the first person gets back up and promises that closing remarks will be in three hours, and how they should all enjoy themselves until then. Claps. Under his breath, Newt says to Hermann, “Doubt it.”

“Which side shall I take, then?” Hermann sighs. He’s probably the only one in the room not clapping. He told Newt a while ago that he doesn’t like to put on airs, and especially not in the service of flattering someone’s ego, and he’ll only clap for a speech if he feels it deserves it. He’s such a weirdo.

Newt surveys the room, considering. Luckily, people tend to flock together in similar little groups at these things. Birds of a feather shit. “Left. Everyone on the right is too young and hip-looking, so that’s out of your range.” He gets a cane to his shin, and grins even has he winces. “Kidding. Let’s just do it together, it’ll make it more bearable.”

Their first target is a forty-something marine biologist who’s very excited to meet Newt— “I followed your research on jellyfish for years!” she says. “I had no idea you’d be here tonight!” —and who is more than happy to promise donating a little to help fund the war effort. Their next is someone younger than both of them, whom Newt suspects is heir to his dad’s tech company or something, and who is easily guilted into promising even more than the biologist. “We’re having a lot better luck than usual,” Newt says, as they watch the kid hurry away to mingle with a group of other twenty-somethings. “Do we look more, like, respectable tonight or something?”

“It’s the open bar,” Hermann says.

“Yeah, probably,” Newt agrees.

“And anyway, we’re still terribly behind on our goal, so there’s no use getting too pleased over ourselves,” Hermann says. He sniffs. “If you still want that bloody—whatever it was—kaiju spleen, we need at least—”

“Okay, okay,” Newt says.

He nods at a small group standing by one of the buffet tables, holding half-eaten plates. People tend to be in better moods when they’ve eaten something. Hopefully more generous moods too. “Let’s try them,” he says.

Hermann is the one to initiate the conversation this time, launching at once into a variation of the little script he and Newt penned so long ago the night before their very first gala. “Good evening,” he says. They get a few polite smiles and nods of acknowledgement in return. “I’m Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, and this is my partner—” Newt tries not to groan. “—Dr. Newton Geiszler. We’re here representing the PPDC tonight. I don’t suppose we could have a moment of your time?”

The mood of the group changes immediately, but why Newt can’t figure out; it’s like they suddenly go hostile on them. Hostile, and tense. Newt is suddenly astutely aware of how each of the three dudes have a good few inches on both him and Hermann. “The PPDC?” the guy in front says. He's not smiling anymore. Maybe they all supported the jaeger program defunding or something. “Sure.”

“Er,” Hermann says. He clears his throat. “Newton—that is, my partner and I work for the kaiju research division at the PPDC’s Hong Kong base. As you may well be aware, the latest cuts to the PPDC’s budget have been quite dev—”

“So you and your friend,” the guy says, with a little more emphasis on the friend than Newt would like, “are going around asking for donations? To help buy pencils or something?”

“Well. Essentially,” Hermann says. He doesn’t seem to have picked up on what Newt did, though he grows visibly nervous anyway. Outright hostility isn't anywhere near as common as indifference at these sorts of things. “Though, pencils is—er—a vast understatement.” He casts a furtive, desperate glance at Newt—a help me if Newt ever saw one. “My partner—Dr. Geiszler—simply doesn’t have enough funding for the samples he needs to study—and donations would certainly help with our funding for other necessary supplies—"

“I sure we’d love to help you and your friend,” the same guy says, and there’s no missing the emphasis this time, “but we’re a little busy at the moment. Please come back and talk to us later, though.”

Hermann clamps his mouth shut. Newt narrows his eyes, and in a move bold enough to surprise even himself, snags Hermann’s arm and links his own with it. “Sure thing,” he says loudly. Hermann goes rigid and stiff under him. “Come on, babe, let’s get something to eat. I know how you get when you’re hungry.” Then, before he can stop himself, he brushes a single kiss at Hermann’s cheek, and tries not to laugh at the looks they get.

He waits until they’re out of eyesight (Newt having had to sort of drag Hermann along with him) to drop Hermann’s arm. Hermann hasn’t moved a muscle since Newt touched him, and even now, he just sort of blinks at Newt. “What on Earth—?”

“Dude,” Newt says. “That guy was a total jerk. He thought we were together, and—”

“He did not,” Hermann says. “He kept calling you my ‘friend’. It was a bloody nice break from what usually happens, I might add, and now you’ve gone and—”

“Hermann,” Newt says. He sighs. “You’re, like, totally missing my point. He thought we were together.”

“But he called you—”

“Yeah, exactly,” Newt says.

Hermann blinks a few more times. “Ah,” he says.

“No way in hell do we need his money,” Newt says. “Anyway, sorry about the—” He touches Hermann’s cheek, and then gestures to Hermann’s left arm, which is now just sort of hanging limply at Hermann’s side. “I just wanted to screw with him. I won’t do it again, though—”

“No!” Hermann says quickly. The tips of his ears go red, and he fumbles as he grabs Newt’s arm again. A sudden warmth situates itself like pressure over Newt’s chest, identical to the kind that’s creeping up his wrist where Hermann’s fingers just grazed his bare skin, and he’s struck with the sudden bizarre urge to duck his head and blush himself. Since when has Hermann had this kind of effect on him? “What I meant to say is—” Hermann licks his wide lips. “He might still see us. We ought to—to keep up the ruse.”

“To really screw with him?” Newt says.

“For what other reason?” Hermann says.

Newt forces himself to keep a smooth, neutral expression as Hermann unwinds his arm to lace their fingers together instead, with a lot more awkward fumbling. “Uh-huh,” he says. He remembers how soft and smooth Hermann’s cheek had felt, so unlike his own, which can never seem to hold a clean shave. How nice Hermann's hand feels in his now. He’s definitely going to have to unpack this later. “Yeah, that’s—good idea, Hermann. Let’s do that.”

[aestheticallyholland]

NEVER NOT | AFTER YEARS . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

❃ WORD COUNT 2.8k words

❃ AUTHOR'S NOTES you have reached the final chapter of my tom holland series, never not! for those who have reached this part, i would like to say thank you so much for taking your time to read this cliche story that i wrote originally on wattpad, and hopefully, you enjoyed and loved it. thank you also for the constant reblogs and likes for each chapter in this series. i truly appreciate every reblog and like you gave. i also hope that you are satisfied with the ending of this series. with lots of love, lei <3

NEVER NOT MASTERPOST | LEI'S LIBRARY

"All love stories are tales of beginnings. When we talk about falling in love, we go to the beginning, to pinpoint the moment of freefall." - Meghan O'Rourke

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"ONE MORE POSE FOR ME!"

Flash.

"And another one!"

Flash.

"Alright!" Y/N exclaimed and removed her Canon 90D DSLR camera from her right eye. "That's it for today, guys! Great job everyone!" shouted once more and looked at the photos that she took from the monitor of the computer.

She was doing a photoshoot for one of the famous magazine companies, The Hollywood Reporter. She was one of the photographers for the magazine company for almost a year already. She surely was so happy to receive a call way back a year ago before that she was hired. And, she surely was so happy to pursue what she dreamed of.

"Great shots, Y/N. Great as always." Someone said from behind her and Y/N could just smile at the compliment.

"Thank you, Millie." She said and looked at Camille. Camille became a fashion designer like how she always wanted to be. She worked alongside Y/N in several photoshoots just this year, coincidentally.

"Want to grab some coffee on the way home?" Camille asked as she prepared her purse and placed it on her shoulder.

"Sure," Y/N said and got the hard drive that was plugged into the computer since all of the photos were there. Not only was she a photographer but also one of the editors for the magazines. "But after that, I gotta go somewhere."

"Are you gonna go to that place again?" Camille asked and Y/N looked at her and nodded as an answer. They walked out together as they were the only people left there.

"I'll probably call Erika after you go. Just gonna remind her about the reunion that our family had planned for this weekend." Camille said while walking beside Y/N.

"But she'll probably be with Harrison right now," Y/N said.

"They're still together all these years? Never knew she was a relationship person honestly." Camille said.

"Me either. But, she's happy so I'm happy for her." Y/N said.

They entered the coffeehouse that was packed with busy people. The scent of coffee went to their noses as soon as they got in.

"I totally forgot that it's still Friday today," Camille said. "So many people."

They lined up in the long line since there was only one cashier available.

"By the way, have you seen the latest movie?" Camille asked Y/N and she gave a confused look.

"Which one?" Y/N asked back.

"I think it was the— erm— The latest Spiderman movie. I don't know the full title but I heard they just released a new one this month." Camille said. "Tom is in it right?"

Tom.

That name that Y/N will never forget.

Y/N smiled under her breath before answering her. "Yeah, I guess."

After that, they just waited for the line to be shorter and shorter until they were the next one to order. After they ordered, they stood in the corner waiting for their coffee to be made.

"One cappuccino and latte for Y/N!"

"I'll get it," Camille said and walked fast to get their orders. She mouthed thank you to the lady and went to Y/N's side again. "Here's your cappuccino," Camille said and handed Y/N her drink as they made their way out of the coffeehouse.

"So, I'll see you on Monday at work?" Camille asked.

"Always." That was what Y/N answered. "Take care!" She added before waving goodbye to Camille and went in the opposite direction as her with her drink in her hand.

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Y/N parked her car on the side of the empty road. After how many months, almost a year, of driving lessons, she could finally drive for herself.

Before she got out, she got her drink and her other things first and removed her coat. She got out of the car with her things and shut the door and locked it.

The wind suddenly blew her hair and she smiled at this great feeling. As she walked towards the sand, she took off her shoes and placed them in the same spot that she would sit on. Luckily, no one was in the place other than herself.

The sun was almost setting and the waves were still moving in the ocean. She had come to this place almost every day or at least most of the time. The light of the sun reflected on the sun symbol on her bracelet that he gave her a few years back. She sighed at the thought of him.

She had lost contact with him just almost a year ago because of his busy schedule but Harrison would be the one to tell her how Tom was doing and all. Well, not really lost contact but they rarely contacted each other for the past few months due to their work.

Although those had happened, she never stopped going back to this place that Tom wanted her to always go. This was the place that kept her alive and stress-free.

Their relationship had its ups and downs.

Tom became one of the most famous celebrities in the world ever since he got the role of being Spiderman. After that, he had more upcoming movies for the past years later on.

Although there may have been rumors about him being in a relationship with one of his co-stars, Zendaya, because of their roles in Spider-Man, her trust for him remain. Although at some point, it hurt her but that just passed away.

Overall, she was happy for him and for what he has achieved. She was so proud of what he had become. It didn't stop her from visiting his family's house and spending time with them.

"I wish you were here right now." She whispered to herself as the wind could not stop making her hair fly.

"And I'm here." A voice said from a distance but loud enough for her to hear. Her eyes widen at this very familiar voice and her eyes began to water.

She slowly looked in the direction of the voice that she heard and there stood the person that she has been waiting for.

He gave her the same smile that she would never forget. He still looked the same as before but he was more muscular now. He looked better in person than on the big screen or in his interviews. His brown hair is now shorter but still had curls on.

"Tom?" She whispered and he could just easily read her lips calling his name. He opened his arms widely for her. She then ran up to his open arms and did not think twice about wrapping her arms around him. He spun her around as soon as he closed his arms around her.

Her tears fell from her eyes while hugging him. When Tom heard her sob, he placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair. "I'm home, love." He whispered to her.

She pulled away for a while and admired him. His face features, his hair. Everything about him. She suddenly pinched his cheeks with both of her hands that surprised Tom.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked as he felt the slight pain from the pinch. His voice is deeper than before and his British accent is kind of mixed with an American accent.

"You are real," Y/N said that made Tom chuckle.

She was still as adorable as always. Tom thought

"Of course I am. You thought you're hallucinating?" Tom asked her and she nodded.

"It's been so long to finally see you personally," Y/N said and she slapped him on the chest. "You kept me waiting you know!"

"I'm sorry, love." Tom apologized and kissed her forehead. "Four years, huh?"

"And three months," Y/N added while looking at him and grinned.

"You have been counting," Tom said that made Y/N nod. "I missed you so much." He said and pulled her for a hug again. "God, I do miss you."

"I missed you too, Thomas." She replied and noticed the scrunchie that was on his wrist. The same scrunchie that she gave him before. "You kept it." She said and held to his wrist where the scrunchie was and smiled at him.

"Of course. It really reminded me of you." He answered.

They decided to sit down and talked about each other's new life. Tom was surprised about Y/N's career since he never thought she would be into photography like his brother, Harry.

"Your mom really influenced me to go to that," Y/N said. "That's why I'm so grateful for her."

"I had a photoshoot in that company actually," Tom said and that made her eyes widen. "Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, but that was like two thousand seventeen or something." He answered.

"Your American accent is really showing up," Y/N said and smiled at him.

"Well, most of my roles required this accent which I'm good at, surprisingly." He answered.

"How long have you been here already?" She asked him, curiously.

"Just today. I told my family first and Harrison that I was coming back for a week's vacation. And, I wanted to surprise you." He answered and placed his arms around her shoulders. She placed her head on his shoulder and gave a relieved sigh. Her happiness cannot be measured right now.

"You wanna go to the water?" Tom said and Y/N suddenly ran away from him and giggled.

"If you could catch me first!" Y/N said and ran which made Tom scoffed a laugh.

"I will!" Tom said and chased after her. After a few seconds of running, Tom was a few inches away from her and scooped her legs and carried her bridal style and he walked towards the water.

"No! Put me down! The water is gonna be so cold!" Y/N said but Tom ignored her and laughed. Then, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and forcefully pushed both of them down together to the water.

"Holy shit, the water is so cold," Y/N said as she raised her head up from the water as well as Tom. "Damn you, Holland!"

"You're gonna pay for that," Tom said and splashed her with water and Y/N did the same. Basically, the couple had a water fight. They kept laughing and splashing on the water to each other even as they stood up.

Tom then grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her closer to him. They both wrapped their arms around each other and Y/N just gave a light laugh.

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"Do you have a towel in your car?" Tom asked as they got out of the water, their bodies and clothes soaking wet as they stayed there a while ago to watch the sunset.

"Yep. It's on the back. I came prepared." Y/N said as she gave Tom the keys and walked towards her car. Tom could just laugh.

Tom got the towel and wrapped it around Y/N's body and continued to hug her from behind. They decided to stay on the beach a little longer until they dried up. After a few minutes, they then went inside the car with Tom as a driver although Y/N insisted that she would drive.

They went directly to Y/N's apartment that she rented ever since she got her work. Tom parked in the basement of the building. As soon as they got out, Tom locked the cars and gave Y/N back her keys. They walked together and got to an elevator going to her apartment.

"How's your dad and Aria?" Tom asked as Y/N shoved the key on the doorknob.

"They are doing great actually," Y/N answered. "Aria got a job in New Zealand in tourism. And, will you believe that my dad actually got married a year ago?" Y/N said happily and opened the door.

"Really? I never heard of that." Tom said.

"Because we made it a private wedding so it's only our relatives and Mom Trina's family too," Y/N explained to Tom. "Mom Trina is an amazing woman and I'm glad they got to meet each other."

"Your mom will be happy that your dad is happy," Tom said and Y/N could only smile.

She placed her things down the counter table. "This is my home." She said to Tom who was looking everywhere in the apartment. "It's not that bad." He said.

"Yep. In my room, I get to see the city and the sunset and sunrise too." While Y/N was talking. Tom just kept staring at her, admiring her. He couldn't explain how happy he felt when he finally saw her again. He walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. This startled Y/N a bit but she held his arms and leaned her back to his chest.

"How did I get so lucky to have you?" Tom whispered and moved her hair away and gave a peck on her neck.

"Destiny, I guess." She answered and turned around to face him. She saw him looked at her lips and decided to close the gap between them by pressing her lips to his. Tom responded to the kiss and pulled her closer to him. As soon as the kiss became heated, she jumped and wrapped her legs around Tom's waist and he was carrying her. He then walked towards her room and shut the room by kicking his foot at the door while kissing and carrying her.

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The ray of light hit Y/N's eyes as soon as she woke up. She felt strong arms around her bare waist and she smiled. She yawned and stretched her legs before she tried to move Tom's arm around her. She could still hear his soft snores beside her. His curls are really showing off when his head was on the pillow. She tried to get up but was stopped when she felt a hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to the bed. Strong arms wrapped around her again but this time tighter.

"Tom!" She exclaimed.

"Don't leave me here," Tom mumbled while his eyes were still closed and snuggled his head to her neck which tickled a little.

"Alright, baby," Y/N said and snuggled back at him. "But I have to cook breakfast. It's like almost lunch already."

"That was a long long night." Tom teased and Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered what happened last night. She slapped Tom's arm playfully who just laughed at her. "Let's do it again," Tom whispered in her ear with a husky voice and attempted to kiss her again but Y/N covered his mouth with her hand.

"Nope, nope. Not happening." Y/N said as she shoved his arms away from her and stood up with the blanket wrapped around her. "You better go and shower, Holland!" She exclaimed as she exited her room.

"Join me, then!"

"Shut it, Thomas!"

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"Alright, we're on our way now, mum," Tom said through his phone as he drove in the road. "Love you too. Bye." He ended the call and placed his phone down. His eyes focusing on the road.

"What did she say?" Y/N asked.

"Harrison and Erika are already there and there done preparing." He answered and she just nodded as an answer. He glanced at her and smiled, taking her nearest hand and intertwining their fingers together. Y/N looked at him and smiled back. Tom decided to stop driving for a while which made Y/N confused. He parked the car on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, concerned.

"I just..." Tom paused for a while. "I'm just so happy that I got to see you again," Tom said and looked at her deep in her eyes.

Y/N placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. "Me too, Tom." She said.

"I'll take you with me once my vacation is over," Tom said and her eyes widen.

"But I have work—"

"I already talked to your manager and he's fine with it. He's gonna give you a break for a while." Tom said.

"How is that even possible?" She asked and giggled.

"Secret," Tom said and grinned. "I want you to see my work and some of the co-stars want to meet you."

"Seriously?" Y/N asked. "You talked about me to them?"

"Yep." Tom answered, emphasizing the 'p'. "Even the Avenger cast wants to meet you."

"Alright, then. I'll get to see celebrities." Y/N squealed and smiled at him. "At least I get to see my boyfriend work. This is exciting."

Tom placed a hand on her nape and pulled her head closer for him to kiss your forehead and lips.

"I love you, my love." He said. "You are my world and my everything."

Oh, how lucky they were for each other.

"I love you, too, Tom."

Always.

Forever.

Fin.

❝ WE WERE SO BEAUTIFUL

WE WERE SO TRAGIC

NO OTHER MAGIC

COULD EVER COMPARE ❞

❃ ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE to add, feel free to also comment or reblog how this series was. i would lovre to read your thoughts and feelings about this series. once again, thank you for reading NEVER NOT, by yours truly 🦋

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Hey there! Could I please get a fred Weasley x reader where the reader is a Slytherin, but befriends everyone all the same, maybe with the trope of her being best friends w the twins and everyone trying to set her and Fred up bc there's so much tension? But they're terribly oblivious? I absolutely love this trope lmaoo. Thank you and have a wonderful day!✨❤️

This is cute-- How in the world do you guys come up with this adorable stuff omfg.

Warnings: Abuse, swearing, panic attacks, slight NSFW conversations, set in a non voldy world.

You were a strange one. A Slytherin with a Hufflepuff personality. Honestly anyone that knew you questioned if for once the sorting hat was wrong for the first time. You had friends EVERYWHERE. Fred and George had heard of you, people saying even Filch could find you enjoyable to be around. Once they heard that, oh boy, they had to meet you. Fred and George finally did by the lake one day. Fred was talking to George, noticing a few cracks from limbs in the tree they were standing under here and there. Finally they had an answer as to what was making it do that when they heard “OH SHIT” followed by “INCOMING!” followed by you falling right into Fred’s arms. “My bad, I was trying to get a bird back in its nest.” You apologized, hopping down the the ground. Fred blinked a couple of times, looking at the tree and then you. “Uh... twig.” George said, pointing to his head to indicate you had a twig in your hair. “Hmm? Oh! thank you!” You realized. “Did... You just fall out of a tree?” Fred asked. “You’d be surprised on how much that happens. Oh are you those twins I’ve been hearing about?” You asked. “Probably. I’m Fred--” “That’s George, yep I know.” You nodded. “...Who are you?” George asked. “Oh-- I’m Y/n!” You said. “Ohhhhh. See this is beginning to make sense now.” George nodded. Fred was just... Staring at you. It wasn’t a perplexed face of “What the fuck just happened”. It was more: “This girl is.. Pretty?” 

The twins started having more interactions with you. But there was the day you three became friends that neither of the boys will forget. Fred and George were sitting in the library. Reading? No. Napping? Yes. Well, until you slid into a seat. “Y/n?” Fred yawned. “Act. natural.” You said with this wild eyed look making George raise a brow. Then Draco ran in... With green hair. Fred was now awake and you were hiding your face in a book. “Have you seen Y/n!?” Draco growled. “No... But I see you decided to wear your Slytherin pride today.” George snorted. “You.” Draco growled. Then he noticed you laughing. He pulled down the book. “YOU!” He shouted. “Shit!” You gasped before Fred slid a chair in front of Draco, George bolting with you. You all hid in the one place Draco would never be caught dead in. The Gryffindor common room. You collapsed out of breath on the couch laughing with the boys. “What in the world made you do that?” George wheezed. “He decided to be a dick to my friend this morning. I got revenge. Tomorrow I’m thinking blue. He’s been giving Ravenclaw trouble lately.” You laughed making Fred snort. “Your idea is amazing, might I suggest we rig an exploding ink pen?” George said. “With silver ink, because red just seems to clash with that boy’s eyes.” You said making the boys laugh harder. “Oh I think we’re going to enjoy having you around, won’t we Freddie boy?” George asked. “Indeed Georgie. Indeed.” Fred chuckled.

So the mischievous three were introduced to the world. You had this policy though: Only prank the assholes. So that automatically meant a lot of kids from Slytherin. With each prank you got closer to the boys. Specifically Fred. Something about him just drew you in, like a moth to a flame. George wasn’t stupid either, he could see the looks you two would give each other. When you all entered your fourth year, you had started helping out with their little underground business. You spent the first two weeks of summer that year at home but actually ended up staying with the Weasleys’. You seemed... A little off though. Fred and George both noticed you begin to space out at times, giving off almost this sad look. Whenever they’d talk to you though, you looked at them like you normally would. Something was wrong. They could feel it. It wasn’t until they met your father at the station they realized what was going on. He seemed to snap at you a lot, making you go completely silent. To anyone that didn’t know you this was a normal response. To the boys though, you always had something to say. If you were quiet, this was because you were afraid. Not disciplined. You sat on the train in complete silence. Neither of the boys were sure if they should ask you about your dad. You focused on the rain drops on the window. “I’ve always liked the rain. What about you guys?” You finally asked. “Makes me tired as shit.” George said making you crack a smile. “Heard one of Harry’s uncles is teaching this year.” Fred said. “I think I remembered him mentioning that. The Remus guy?” You asked. “He’s standing in while Quirrell is away.” George nodded. “As long as it isn’t like last year’s substitute.” You groaned. “Fucking Gilderoy.” All of you said in unison making each other laugh. “I swear a simple breeze makes Quirrell catch something.” George sighed. “He does end up getting sick a lot. Remember when he got chicken pox?” You asked. “You would’ve thought the bastard was dying.” Fred nodded. ”He has the immune system of an infant, I swear.” you laughed. 

You all sat around in the Great Hall, you catching a glimpse of who the new substitute professor was. He had a scar on his face and it reminded you of something. You just couldn’t figure out what. Eventually though, you came to like the way Remus taught. He had a sense of humor. Not that Quirrell didn’t it was just very awkward when he did finally crack a damn joke. Remus rose a brow when he saw your first and last name on the roll call. “Miss Y/n, is your mother perhaps Persephone L/n?” Remus asked. Fred rose a brow. “She was sir.” you said, making George look up. “Was?” Remus asked. “She passed on when I was eight sir. Why, did you know her?” you asked, earning a couple of students to glance at your response. “I did. Very kind woman. Who did she marry?” Remus asked. “Cassian Lestrange sir.” You responded, making everyone now halt. “...I see.” Remus nodded. “Something wrong?” You asked. “No offense.. I truly mean none. But I genuinely cannot see Cassian as a father.” Remus admitted. You nodded looking down. “He’s... An interesting man.” You muttered, your look distant and pained. Remus noticed, but changed the subject. Fred looked back at his desk. He had no idea about any of this, much less a distant relation to Draco. Judging by your reaction to the questions though, Fred decided it was best to leave it be. You enjoyed Remus’ class, him noticing a few similarities to your mother as you interacted with other students. You always had a smile on your face when you spoke to others. But the one thing he always noticed was the looks that you and Fred would share. George usually paired up with a girl but Fred ALWAYS paired up with you. You two worked well together. It almost reminded him of two other people he knew... Today though, wasn’t the best of days. It was time to practice Boggarts. You already knew what yours was, but you weren’t ready to exactly displayed to the class. You however walked forward and did it anyways, holding your breath as the Boggart began to shift. Finally it did.

Into your father. You opened your mouth to say a spell but nothing came out, your hands shaking as it inched forward. Fred looked at you and then the boggart, quickly pulling you back with one arm and shouting “riddikulus”. You couldn’t still your breathing and it only seemed to be getting worse. “Y/n? Look at me.” Fred said, ignoring the students watching you. Remus locked the closet and you hyperventilated. “Class dismissed.” Remus said, shuffling the other students out. “I-I can’t-- b-breathe.” you whimpered. George ran over and you gripped your head. “Y/n. I’m right here Love, follow my breathing.” Fred said softly. You followed his movements. “What’s your favorite book?” George asked making Remus raise a brow. “S-sense and Sensibility.” You answered, still regulating your breathing. “Personally I’m more of a short story man, what about you Freddie?” George asked. “Not big on reading. More of a napping fellow.” Fred answered. You let out a small laugh and straightened your posture. “What’s your favorite class?” Fred asked. “P-probably this one.. with the exception of t-today.” you answered. Remus reached into his drawer and handed you chocolate and a bottled water. “Thank you professor.” You muttered. You sat down and sighed. “Y/n... I hate to ask this, truly I do. But is there anything going on at home?” Remus asked. You didn’t say anything. “I... Don’t want to answer that question.” You finally said. Fred frowned and George exchanged a look. “Boys, do you mind leaving us for a few moments?” Remus asked. Fred kneeled to you, looking at your face. “I’ll be outside if you need me. Okay?” He asked. You nodded and he got up, leaving with George.

The door closed and Fred let out a long sigh. “I am going to kill her father, want to help?” Fred said. “Hand me a shovel.” George said simply. “Why didn’t she say anything?” Fred asked. “She doesn’t even want to talk to Lupin Fred. You saw her face, she most likely didn’t want to remember.” George said. Fred looked at the door and sighed. “We can’t let her go home George. Not this summer.” Fred said. “I’m with you.” George agreed. The two boys became a bit more protective over you. But they found it so strange that you still kept the happy go lucky personality despite going through all of this. Then Fred found you one night in the astronomy tower with a blanket. You were propped up against one of the stone arch’s and looking at the night sky. “Y/n?” Fred asked. You looked over at him. “Hey Fred.” You said with that smile. He sat across from you. “What brings you up here?” Fred asked. “Insomnia. And cookies.” You said. “Cookies?” Fred asked. You scooched closer to him, pushing a tin of cookies to him. He took one and you sighed looking at the stars. “Can I ask you something?” He said. “Sure.” You nodded. “What keeps that smile on your face all the time?” He asked. You let out a long breath, thinking over a detailed answer. “Lots of reasons. I have two kickass best friends that will fight for me no matter what, I have really cool teachers, I have friends who are like family.” you answered. “But... I keep that smile because some times someone just needs to see the good in the world. I won’t lie to you. My life is much darker than I think you accounted for. But if my smile provides someone else some light then damn it I’ll keep this up.” You said. Fred looked at you surprised. “Y/n...” He muttered. You looked at Fred and he said nothing, pulling you into his arms. You slowly hugged him back and he sighed. “I swear if anyone tries anything with you again, I will personally send them to their grave.” Fred said making you laugh. “I’m serious!” Fred said, not being able to keep a straight face seeing your smile. “Shut up and take a cookie.” You laughed. 

You two were found passed out the next morning my Luna. You were in Fred’s arms and he was holding you close. You two never brought it up, despite the fact that both of you were blushing like crazy when you woke up. It was now CRYSTAL fucking clear how Fred felt about you to George after witnessing a snowball fight between you two that resulted in Fred tickling your sides and making you laugh during a Hogsmeade trip. You smiled in his arms, faces inches apart. If Fred and George’s jackass brother hadn’t gotten into a fight with Draco, George was 95% sure you two would’ve kissed. 

You seemed distracted by something else though, and that was your professor. The scar on his face- why did it look familiar? And why was Remus going to Snape for a secret potion? You noticed that he was pretty secretive about his personal life and Harry never answered the question of where the mark came from. You took what you like to call “The Granger Approach.” Which was basically reading until you had a reliable answer. Fred sat with you the entire time, napping or talking to George while you read. Both boys were passed out by the time you found an answer. “Oh... Shit.” you realized, making Fred open an eye. “Find what you’re looking for?” George yawned. “...Yeah and I think Remus is going to be absent tomorrow.” You said looking at the full moon through the large glass windows. “Why’s that?” Fred asked. “He’s a werewolf.” You said in a whisper. Both boys looked at you with a “You can’t be serious” expression. “What makes you say that?” Fred asked. “Ron said something. Harry’s class saw his boggart. It was the moon.” You said. George blinked. “If our little brother is your proof that’s not exactly reliable.” George said. “How do you explain the potions he gets from Snape, or the scar on his face, or the fact that he was leaving campus this afternoon?” You asked. “He was?” Fred asked. “He was sneaking around but I noticed him.” You shrugged. “Alright. Say he doesn’t show up tomorrow. Who fills in for a substitute?” George asked. “Probably Snape.” you grumbled. “You’re a Slytherin and you don’t like Snape? My God you really are a strange one.” Fred teased making you smile. George rolled his eyes. “Do we ask him about this?” George asked. “No. We leave this alone unless Remus needs help.” you said. “How in the hell were you not sorted into Hufflepuff? Like honestly?” Fred asked. “I have no idea. Luna says its never wrong though.” You shrugged. 

Sure enough, Remus didn’t show up and Snape took over class that day. Fred, George and you all exchanged knowing glances but overall didn’t say anything. The school year finally came to a close and you were honestly sad to see Remus go. The crazy thing was: That day when you explained your boggart to Remus, he told you that his door was open to you if you needed to leave home. You declined but Fred was hellbent on you staying with them for the summer. He hated the idea of you being potentially in harm’s way. This offer you accepted. You showed up, bags in hand with that same beautiful smile. Molly was of course excited to see you and you were happy to be there. The Burrow honestly felt like home. You and Fred had so many moments though that made the whole family go “Dude. Kiss already. PLEASE.” Specifically when you saw a spider and screamed, practically climbing up Fred while he killed the damn thing. “You managed to go into the forbidden forest alone and came back unscathed but a small spider scares you?” Fred asked, your legs having a death grip around his torso. “THEY ARE FUCKING CREEPY FRED!” You whined. “It’s smaller than you!” He laughed, holding you up. “SO IS A GRENADE!” you whined. You hopped down and eyed the dead spider. “Afraid it’ll crawl--” “FRED IT HAD BABIES!” You screamed, climbing right back up him, more directed to his face. “Oh for Christ’s sake--” He said, enchanting a broom to sweep them out. “You’re a Slytherin. All of  you have creepy creatures for pets and you are terrified of..” “Fred faced you as you were linked to his side, inches away from him. You looked in his eyes, almost as if you were looking for something, swallowing hard. “What the hell happened here?” Ron asked, seeing the two of you. “I saw a spider.” “OH GOD WHERE--”

George was tired of this tension. Yes, it was cute to see his brother head over heels. But my GOD WERE YOU FUCKING DENSE. BOTH OF YOU. How could you two have so many OBVIOUS moments that would make people who barely knew you go “Oh so they like each other” But you two still be clueless to the other’s intentions. You two also talked endlessly to George and Ginny. Both of them would sit there listening wanting to say something, but kept their oaths of silence. This year things were bound to change though. You see: this year was a Triwizard tournament. Other schools were coming to this shindig. And a boy from Durmstrang seemed awfully fixated on you. You were friendly, inviting him to sit and Fred would just be internally screaming the whole time watching you. The Durmstrang boy would do things that literally made Fred’s eye fucking twitch: playing with your hair, complimenting your smile, constantly looking at you. You were oblivious to this being flirty though, unaware of the boy’s crush on you. Finally one day Fred had to talk to you about it. He could not stand watching this little fucker with you. “You should talk to her Fred. Tell her how you feel.” George said. “And if she doesn’t feel the same way?” Fred asked. George practically slammed his head down onto the table in frustration, releasing a long groan. “JUST. ASK. HER.” George whined, making Fred jump. “Good God man, what’s gotten into you!?” Fred asked. “NOTHING FRED. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.” George groaned, getting up and making Ginny nearly die of silent laughter. 

You were in the library, grabbing a few books for a herbology project when Fred popped up, scaring the shit out of you. “Christ! Say something when you’re behind me!” You breathed. “Sorry! Sorry.” Fred apologized. “What do you need?” You asked curiously. “What’s going on with you and that Durmstrang kid?” Fred asked. “What do you mean?” you asked, moving down the aisle, looking for a specific book. “Do you like him?” Fred asked. “He’s cool.” You shrugged. “Not like that Y/n.” Fred huffed. “Like what?” You asked. “Romantically. Do you like him romantically?” Fred asked. “Wha-- no!” You gagged. Fred felt a wave of relief wash over him. “Why did you want to know?” You asked. “It’s just... He acts like he likes you. That’s all.” Fred said. You stopped and turned around, a questioning squint on your face. “Would it have bothered you if I did?” You asked. “Yes.” Fred answered, no hesitation in his words. “Why?” you asked. Fuck. Fred did not think this through. “It just would’ve.” Fred said. “Again, why would this have bothered you?” You asked. “No particular reason!” He lied. “Answer the god damn question before I ask out Luka out of spite!” You snapped. “You do that and I ask Angela out!” He said back. You glared. “Oh that bothers you!?” Fred noticed the expression. “Yes it bothers me!” You said. “Why!?” Fred asked. “I asked you first, you dolt!” You said. Both of you were quickly becoming aggravated, glaring at each other. Fred couldn’t take it anymore and slammed his lips onto yours, resulting in you dropping the book in your hands and cupping his cheeks. You two eventually pulled away for this stupid thing called air and you let out a small laugh. “Well shit Fred, if you would’ve just started with that I wouldn’t have had to ask.” You laughed. He smiled, his hands around your waist. “You’re lucky we’re in public or else I would’ve done a lot more than that Princess.” Fred said in your ear. You looked at him with a smirk “If I knew making you jealous would make you act like this, my God I would’ve made friends with this kid ages ago.” You laughed. “Oh bite your tongue.” He chuckled. “Hmm, I’m thinking I leave that to you.” you teased. He shook his head, kissing you again. 

George caught you two and he actually screamed “HALLEFUCKINGLUJAH” at the top of his lungs, making both of you jump. You three ended up in detention (you and Fred were in trouble for the book mess), George telling you two how the past few months were absolute hell. “I have been watching you two jackasses, trying to get you to DATE since LAST JANUARY. IT’S OCTOBER.” George complained. “It wasn’t that bad!” You laughed. “Not that bad-- NOT THAT BAD!? FRED TALKS MY GOD DAMN EAR OFF ABOUT YOU AT NIGHT-- I DON’T SLEEP” George whined. “Has he now?” You asked, smirking at Fred who was smiling. “You’re always on the bastard’s mind! And I have to listen to Ginny complain to me with the same issue-- ‘Y/n was talking about Fred again to Hermione. Something about if given the chance she’d definitely shag him’.” George quoted making you choke on air and cough as Fred looked at you with an amused smirk.  “Would you now?” Fred asked. You rolled your eyes “What was it you said to me a few hours ago-- ‘You’re lucky we’re in public or else--’” “I remember what I said Darling, I just wanted to know where your mind was.” Fred teased. “Oh you know exactly what I’m thinking you little shit.” You griped making him snort. “Oh God Mcgonagall better come back soon, I’m locked in a room with two randy jackasses.” George prayed aloud. “Relax we’re not going to shag.” Fred said. “Thank god.” George sighed. “That’s not until three.” Fred yawned making you snort and George slammed his head on his desk. “DRINK HOLY WATER YOU UNGODLY SINNERS” 

[paversandplatters]

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Apocalypse! Au (TW! Minor gore and cussing)

Reader x multiple

Chapter 2: The church

Y/n puts the vehicle in gear carefully making a U turn and starts down the road in a westerly direction. Her original plan was find refuge in one of the larger towns along North Florida’s citrus belt such as Lake City or Gainesville- still seems viable despite the fact that the engine continues to ping and complain- something has come loose during the plunge to the woods and she doesn't like the sound of it. They need to find a place to stop soon look under the hood, get their wounds looked at- rest maybe, maybe find some provisions and fuel.

“Hey look!” Nick speaks up from the shadows of the rear seats pointing off to the Southwest at the end of the lot.

Y/n drives another 100 yards or so and then brings the Escalade to a stop at the gravel shoulder. She kills the engine and silence crashes down on the car’s interior, it’s almost deafening. Nobody says anything at first- they just stare at the road sign in the middle of the distance. It's one of those cheap translucent white fiberglass ones, set on wheels with the big removal plastic letters still bearing the words “Calvary Baptist Church all welcome Sunday 9 -&- 11.”

Through the spindly Cypress trees and columns of pine that line the road, she can see the luminous white gravel of a deserted parking lot. The long narrow lot leads to the front of a building, it's broken stained glass windows partially boarded up. Its steeple caved in on one side and scorched as if its seen a bombing raid. She stares at the huge steel cross at the top of the steeple- which is covered with a patina of rust- has come loose from its moorings.

It now lays upside down dangling by the remains of its rotted hardware. She can't help but get very still while gazing up at the ruin upended cross, the symbolism isn't lost on her but it may only be the beginning. She never been one for religion but realizes that this may very well be a sign that they've been left behind and this is the rapture and the world is a purgatory now. They’ll have to deal with what remains like junkyard dogs or vermin stuck in a sinking ship.

“Remind me”she says almost under her breath not taking her eyes off the building in the distance one of the windows in the rear has a dull yellow incandescent glow, behind it the chimney is spewing a thin wisp of smoke into the lightning sky.

“how much ammunition did y'all manage to scavenge before we left Calhoun?” the two young men give each other a quick look

Nick speaks up “I have one of the 33 round mags for the Glock and a box of two dozen .380s for the other pistol and that's it..”

“That's more than I managed.” George grimaces “all I managed to grab ammunition wise is what was in the office which I think it's like 6 rounds, maybe 8?”She picks up her Glock from the seat counting the number of times she's fired since they left Calhoun she's got six rounds left.

“All right gentlemen ... I want you to bring all of it, all the hardware locked and loaded.” she opens the door “and look alive…”

The two men get out of the vehicle and join her in the Golden light of the dawn. Something is wrong, Nick notices His hand are shaking as he injects a fresh magazine into the hilt of his pistol

“Y/n, I don't understand” he says finally.

“what are we loading up for? I doubt there's anything in there but scared church people. What are we doing?”

But she's already started down towards the church- her Glock is gripped tightly in her hands, arms dangling at her side like a calling card.

“It's the end of the world boys there's no such thing as church anymore it's all up for grabs…”

The two young men glanced at each other for a moment before hurrying up to catch up with her. They approached the property from the rear, through the grove of sickly eucalyptus trees that mark the outer edges of the churches lot. She can smell the stench of menthol and ammonia in the air as she creeps across the weed whiskered gravel, careful not to make too much noise when her boots crunch under the stones. The light in the chapel's rear window has dwindled with the morning sun and the roaring of crickets fade now, the silence returns over making her heart throb in her ears.

She pauses behind a tree about 20 feet away from the lighted window ... With a few quick hand signals she rouses the two who are hiding behind a nearby oak. Nick moves out from behind cover carrying the pistol against his solar plexus like a vestigial appendage. George moves behind his friend wide eyed and jumpy flinching at the twinges of pain. These two are not exactly the crème de la crème in the world's new survivor class she realizes but perhaps she should see these young men as they truly are. Loyal partners, and friends- surviving all the same.

She issues another signal stabbing a finger at the rear of the building. One by one the three of them move toward the small woodside annex off the rear of the Chapel- she’s in the lead her pistol now gripped in both hands, now pointed downward. The closer they get the more the sun rises over the horizon the more they realize something isn't right. The windows of the building and rectory of the deacons quarters are lined with aluminum foil. The screen door has been ripped off its hinge and the inner door is nailed shut and crisscrossed with lumber. The stench of the dead permeates the air and gets stronger as they approach. She reaches the building first and she gently stands with her back against the boarded door signaling the others with a the tip of her finger to her lips.

They approach as quietly as possible, stepping lightly over the trash and dead leaves that are skidding across the back of the deck in the morning breeze. George stands just behind her, while Nick keeps to her side, both keeping weapons at the ready. She reaches down to her scuffed boot and pulls out a 12 inch Randall knife from the interlining. She carefully wedges the point under one of the boards near the door latch and Yanks.

The door probes stubborn. She pries at it repeatedly with the knife making more racket than she cares to but she has no choice they would make even more noise if they had tried to break through one of the windows. The nails give slightly the creaking sound amplified and the hushed daylight. She has no idea of what they're about to find inside this building but she fairly certain now that both humans as well as the dead inhabit this place.

Zombies don't build fires and the average survivor with the access to soap and water doesn't usually smell like death. The door finally gives and the two men moving closer to her, guns up now as they enter at the same time. They find themselves in an empty room illuminated by dim yellow light and the smell of stale smoke and Bo smacks them in the face. She crosses the floor, her boots making the floorboards creak. She makes note of the small potbelly stove still radiating the heat of the dying embers, the braided rug stained with blood, a desk littered with teabags, dishes, candy wrappers gossip magazines, a few empty 44 bottles and crumpled cigarette packs…

She goes over to the desk and looks down at the display of playing cards arranged in the classic poker pattern it looks like somebody, likely a hand full of people, were here only a moments ago and left in a hurry. A noise from behind the inner doors suddenly takes her attention. she whips her head around to the source, both men stand across the room gazing sheepishly back at their leader.

Again she puts a four finger to her lips giving them the signal to hush. The two mens eyes are aglow with nervous tension, on the other side of the door shuffling noises build, the telltale sound of dragging feet. There's also the reek of mortified flesh almost as pungent as the methane and it's getting stronger. She recognizes that a number of undead are trapped in an enclosed space. She turns and points to George’s shotgun.

Nick understands that he's supposed to blow the lock off the door and George is supposed to back them both up. Neither young man is very happy about this plan. Nick looks pale and George is drenched in sweat both of them nursing wounds and perhaps even internal bleeding. Neither seem gung ho about fighting off and undetermined number of biters. But she is an irresistible leader and the mere look in her eyes is enough to kill any dissension in the ranks. She holds three fingers up. She begins to countdown. 3, 2-

A loud crack sounds as a rotten hand covered with mold burst through the weak spot in the lumber.

Nothing in reality ever seems to play out the way George imagines it should. He trips on his backward shuffling feet and falls on to the floor. The pain in his ribs explode the injury jostled by the impact and at the same time another pair of hands thrust their way through the busted slats of the door. Looking up he sees she has pulled something from her boot. He watches as a dull gleam of a Buck knife strikes through the air. She drives the blade through the tissue and cartilage sawing through the bone it’s hands flopping to the floor as neatly as tree limbs being pruned.

George watches as he tries to sit up, the back of his throat burns and his body threatens to upchuck the paltry contents of a stomach. Things are moving quickly now, hands are flopping around him like fish on a boat’s deck, slowly growing still as the electrical impulses from the reanimated central nervous system drains out. George’s vision blurs his mind swimming dizziness gripping him as his wounded lungs labor to get air.

She's already scooped the fallen shotgun from the floor pumping shells into its breach with a single jerk of her arms as she turns back to the door George manage to get himself back up into a standing position kicking the ghastly hands out of the way . She slims a boot into the door and it implodes revealing the interior of a dark Chapel. Nick gets a fleeting glimpse of the sanctuary before the 1st blast shatters the tableau.

What was once a quaint little church with stain glass and pine pews now resembles an arbiter from the 9th circle of hell. The dead number in dozens maybe as many as 40 or 50 most of them chained to the pews with heavy chains. They react to the light of the outer room as if she had just turned over her oktan exposed a colony of vermin.

Insensate faces jerk towards the noise, some are decorated with spiked collars and others have large makeshift cage like muzzles. The scene gives a a sense of some sort of demented zoo or kennel for these reanimated cadavers. Stranger still, in that terrible instant before the first flash of the 12 gauge, it seems like somebody apparently tried to administer these beings after they were reanimated.

In front of each are dead birds morsels, pieces of roadkill or unidentified human remains are scattered in the pews next to each being. The candles still burn in the same sanctuary on the advert stands in the front room on the modest little altar. Somewhere the buzz of a live microphone drones. The air smells of modified sewage perfumed with rancid flesh and disinfected.

Nick gets one final glance at her before the air lights up- the look on her face is a mixture of sorrow, rage, loss and regret. It's the look of someone confronting the merciless abyss. Then the shooting starts.

The first blast flashes and takes the closest cadaver down in a puff of carnal tissue, the shell ripping through the skull and taking a chunk out of the wood above the door. Three subsequent shots happen, making their ears ring. Already covered with blowback her anguished face stippled and splattered, she now moves deeper into the Chapel and starts in on the others.

It only takes a few minutes, the air flashing like a fireworks display as she goes from pew to pew, either vaporizing skulls or thrusting her Randall knife through petrified nasal cavities before the things even get a chance to bite at the air. George staggers towards the open door to get a better view and he notices Nick just in the side Chapel entrance.

She has the strangest look on her face now as she finished off the last of the monsters with a hard quick slashes of the knife the gun has been emptied, 8 shells peppering the wall behind the heaps of moldering flesh. Completely slick with blood, her eyes burning with inscrutable emotions, she almost looks beatific as she dispatches with the last re animated corpse .

For one terrible moment watching this all from the doorway Nick thinks of a woman having an orgasm. She lets out a voluptuous sigh of relief as she impales the skull of what seems to be an elderly woman. The Crone sacks against the back of her Pew, she was once somebody's mother, somebody's neighbor. She may have once baked cookies for her grandchildren search for famous bread pudding add ice cream socials and laid to rest her beloved husbands of 47 years in the Cemetery out behind the rectory .

Y/n pauses to catch her breath staring down at the woman, head bowed for a moment, when all at once she abruptly stops and looks up narrowing her eyes. She cocks her head to one side and listens closely to something in another part of the building at last she fixes her gaze on George and so softly whispers

“do you hear that ?”

@the-wandering-pan-ace

[moon-lixie]

there are some encounters that happen at the wrong time but that doesn't mean they're easy to forget.

word count: 1.895k

warnings: mentions of alcohol.

genre: Seungmin x Felix, mild angst, mild fluff.

song: Scaredy Cat - DPR IAN

note: this is a extra scene for my story Mulberry night that you can read here, and that I would recommend reading beforehand to understand better what's going on.

It had something to do with the concerning amount of alcohol he carried on his veins or the mesmerizing beauty he found in the stranger’s orbs, but he had been left stupefied with just one glance at the taller man.

His hair was pushed upwards and to the sides leaving his forehead in full display, his lips had been twisted in a disapproving grimace until he locked eyes with Felix’s lost ones, then he had urged himself to pretend the spilled substance marking the blond’s clumsiness was nothing that could ever manage to upset him.

“I’m so sorry.” Felix felt his confidence wash away at the sight of the very much sober man, suddenly conscious of the small slur of his words and the way his hands didn’t move as fast as he would’ve wished when he reached to try and wipe away at the stain with his own fingertips.

“It’s fine, really,” the stranger told him, fingers circling his wrist in order to stop him from moving further; Felix felt small and lost, then all of a sudden the man smiled at him and every ugly feeling his chest cradled washed away for the time being. “Let’s just take this away from you so it doesn’t happen again.”

He had no idea what was going on but he couldn’t fight the giggle that left his lips when the man reached out and took the half empty glass from his hand with an amused glint on his eyes, just to leave it forgotten on a random table.

“Do you want to dance?” The words stumbled from his lips without previous thought; he was drunk and simply too careless to keep track of everything that tried or ended up coming out of his mouth.

Nevertheless the man in front of him didn’t seem persuaded to leave because of this, he simply nodded and offered a, “I’m not the best at it, but if you’d like,” before allowing Felix to string him along to where the lights shone with much more intensity.

It was hard for him to keep track of what happened after that, he was quickly lost in between the glow of the man’s skin under the hellish lights of the club and the way he would smile tentatively and yet widely for Felix to admire.

Somewhere along the dancing and mindlessly laughing he had slipped his name and soon Seungmin had corresponded with telling him his own, enchanting his tongue to only wanting to pronounce that for the rest of the night.

The only thing he knew for sure was that he had not drank a drop of anything but water ever since Seungmin had slipped himself into his night, and that he had no desire to do it because suddenly his problems didn’t weigh as heavily while he held his hand.

That’s exactly why he hadn’t been able to stop himself from accepting each and every one of the considerate things the other man had offered him, from bottles of water that helped him sober up to a journey to his apartment just to make sure he made it safe home that had suddenly ended up with Seungmin’s back against the wall.

He couldn’t help himself, even if he wasn’t as far gone as he had at the beginning of the night, he still tried to hold dearly onto every single thing that made his heart feel less bruised and right then it was Seungmin’s lips that did the trick.

With hurriedness he held onto the caramel locks of the taller man, kissing him like he had to make every second count, meanwhile all Seungmin did in return was kiss him back slower, decreasing his hurried pace.

Seungmin’s hands held him by his waist with a gentle grip, later leaving his fingers to trace comforting circles right on the skin of his torso; that’s when his heart began aching all over again but for different reasons than what had been bothering him before.

He parted away from the gentle kiss and sighed the heaviest exhale of his entire life, tears threatened to form on his eyes but he bit them back before facing the adorable man whose cheeks were flushed and who looked like he was willing to give him everything in this world if he dared ask, even if he didn’t know him one bit.

The words that left his lips next were a puff of pain seasoned with the right amount of fear. “I can’t do this.” Any hesitation that he was experiencing before was completely ripped off of his body when Seungmin nodded understandingly despite having no idea what was going on.

The universe must like to play with him because how else would he have ended up stumbling with someone like him on a night that he had planned to be his own demise, just like the many others that had come before.

“You seem like a really nice guy that has his crap together,” Felix began, softly laughing pitifully to himself. “I’m everything but what you may be looking for.”

Seungmin looked him in the eye and said nothing but he could see he had not yet convinced him to walk away so he did first, moving away from the warmth his body provided him and simply holding onto him by his hand.

“Seungmin, I am a mess, I go out every night to get drunk just to crawl myself back home and regret everything I did when the morning comes; the worst thing is that I can’t stop.” The sincerity with which he spoke was frightening because those were things he had difficulty accepting to himself and yet the man in front of him was making him pronounce them with ease if that’s what it took to convince him that he was a bad person not worth his time. “I like you but I don’t want you near me, not when I’m like this.”

“I like you too.” That wasn’t the answer Felix was expecting, not at all. “When you bumped against me and I looked up the first thing I thought was that your smile was enthralling and then you laughed and...” Seungmin sighed and allowed his eyes to close for a split second before his pupils made contact with his again, sporting a glimmer that made Felix feel every inch of his body tingling giddily.

“It was unlike me to be there today, my friends are the responsible ones for my presence, but I don’t regret it. When I saw you I couldn’t care less that my shirt was soaked in alcohol nor that you were beyond tipsy, and that too, is unlike me.” His long fingers brushed his hair backwards with a mild amount of distress that was tampered by the almost blissed out smile he sported like it wasn’t a crime against Felix’s heart. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wouldn’t mind getting to know you, even if you need time and space right now. Felix, you’re one of a kind and letting you go would be stupid, I know as much after spending tonight with you.”

Once again it was his considerate and nice actions that convinced Felix further that he couldn’t do that to him, no matter how much he felt like he wanted to.

“I’m afraid it might take me a lifetime.” With that, the shorter man walked forward to press a peck against Seungmin’s cheek before finally letting go of his hand, this time determined to get inside his apartment and forget about tonight as fast as he could do.

Seungmin laughed, getting the message, and if he was discouraged by it he didn’t let it show. “I have time.”

That took Felix to the present day and his trembling fingers thrumming against his thigh while he waited for the prettiest man in the world to open the door, trying to convince himself that perhaps three months weren’t enough for Seungmin to have forgotten about him.

He brought himself to knock a second time, if only to soothe his nerves; he was beginning to feel like it was a terrible idea and Chan would need to put up with his complains if the door didn’t open soon, or worse, if the door opened to reveal someone who was way over him in the way Felix couldn't.

For the past months the memory of Seungmin had been kept in a corner of his mind for the moments in which he had allowed himself to be happy and especially for all of the times in which he tried to get his life in order.

The image of the tall and good looking man was burned on his lids, appearing every single time he closed his eyes to drift to sleep, that’s why he couldn’t help but feel small surprise bubble in his chest at the sight of the man in front of him, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose and hair slightly messy falling softly around his head.

After taking a deep breath he smiled warmly at the sight and broke into a giggle as he watched the man’s scowl yet again dissolve at the sight of him.

“How?” Was all Seungmin asked at first, allowing his eyes to take in the figure of the smaller man; Felix couldn’t help but wonder if he liked his dark hair, even if he had dyed it a long time ago, Seungmin hadn't seen it before.

“Jisung,” Felix offered as an explanation, referring to the friend that they apparently had in common, not that he knew Jisung that much but any friend of Chan’s was also his. The taller man’s mouth shaped itself in a surprised ‘o’ before he smiled again.

“You said you would need a lifetime,” Seunming said almost as a reproach but there was no real bite to his words.

Felix shook his head amused. “I said, ‘I think’,” he replied matter of factly; he could remember the conversation with an uncanny accuracy. “And you said you had time so I thought...”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow at the pause the older made, perhaps expecting him to continue despite Felix’s obvious unwillingness to do so, and it was when he seemed to catch onto that detail that he took it upon himself to continue the conversation like nothing happened. “I meant everything I said that night, I must confess that I had been waiting to catch a glimpse of your blond hair around the city but I wasn’t that lucky.”

And there it was again, the warmth and happiness he had experienced all those months ago, coming back like they had never left. “Well, I’m here now.”

“Would you like to get coffee with me?”

“Right now?” Seungmin laughed and nodded before saying, “Of course I mean right now, I just need to get ready real quick.”

And like that they left, not before the taller man let him know that he looked so much brighter —and prettier too— than the last time he had seen it, if that was possible; Felix felt the urge to tell him how much that was because of him but decided to keep it for later on along with the explanation of everything that had happened to him that he could give after they got to know each other better.