#word drabble once' bandaid would be good

[dabihaul666]

hhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu one of my worst traits is thinking something has to be more than it is which ive kind of circumvented with "i only like to sketch"ing whatever i post re art but fic.................. idk bro

i personally wouldnt waste my time on something under like 1200 words or something i dont expect anyone else to do it for me either and i want it to be long i want it to mean something it has to be good and impressive it has to [loud truck blares by]

[heartstringsduet]

For the tarlos drabble..maybe a peek into the danger zone universe👀

Thanks for being invested in that fic still <3 Had to find y way in and this might not ever be a true part of a sequel because I had to speedwrite to meet my word count, but I had a BLAST writing this. But also...sorry???? 👀😂 The second inspiration is by @strandnreyes prompt for the Speak Now Writing Prompt song "Enchanted" and the line "Please don't be in love with someone else" - liberally interpreted. - Danger Zone Universe

Week 26 - Freshman Year - January

TK lays on the blanket, head in Grace’s lap and hums as his hair is tugged at playfully. UT students rush by, all a mass his eyes never focus on. He should be doing his first assignments for the semester, but he can’t be bothered to. 

Christmas break has made him long to be back and lose himself again in anything that isn’t the mess of his family. Christmas break has made him miss room 126, the meticulously made bed on the other side, the sink filled with only his stuff, the little pad of sticky notes and the cramped space of his own bed. He’s missed strong arms and the familiar little snores and being kissed like he was worth being known.

He misses sharing a room with Carlos. 

It was only made worse by how little time they had to give into the need that had built for months and months of fighting and pining. It’s the second week of the new semester, 10 days of sleeping in the same room, and neither of them has picked up where they left off. TK had felt too vulnerable for once to face rejection if Carlos didn’t want him after he had gotten his fill. TK just hadn’t had the strength to make a move after a week of pretending to be fine in his father’s new house and new life. 

And Carlos… Who knew why Carlos also hadn’t come into the room, pulled TK in and fucked him into the mattress until the neighbors hammered against their door.

Maybe it was a one time thing after all. Maybe once was enough to ebb Carlos’ curiosity. TK thought that maybe Carlos would be different. But in the end, they get what they want from him and they move on. It’s how he is, too. It’s okay. It has to be. They have four months of sharing a room to either go back to being in a war or at least be civil. 

TK has done a good job at pretending that everything is fine. Casual. Carlos is out of the room more often than not and when he’s in, TK slips in his headphones and quietly listens to a podcast, not even in the mood to provoke Carlos by turning the volume up. 

Nights are the hardest. He sees the silhouette of Carlos’ body under the blanket on the other bed and remember how it had felt to feel it against his back. They’d fallen asleep after a second round, Carlos first, then, TK, the arm around his waist keeping him warm and safe.

There’s a party tonight. There’ll be other guys. None which will make his blood boil or his mind go into loops. But there’ll be guys who will show him just how much they want him and that’s what he needs. 

Gracie’s hand in his hair is a nice comfort, a bandaid, but he feels like he is slowly bleeding out the longer Carlos and him are so goddamn polite and distant to each other. He doesn’t even feel like bringing the Danger Zone sign out. It’s tainted now that he thought they’d both use it together. 

So Carlos isn’t actually interested. So what?

TK will just have to find a bathroom or an empty bedroom tonight. Maybe someone who looks like the complete opposite to Carlos, so he can remind his body that it doesn’t truly desire it. TK doesn’t need shyness,  warm brown eyes, sweet fumbling and kind questions, leading into passion that felt incinerating.

All TK needs from tonight is to forget what it felt like the one moment he thought he was in love and loved.

“Darling? You sure you’re okay?”

TK hums under Grace’s gentle hands. “Yep.”

“Really? Been hearing zero complaints about a certain roommate and that is a trademark TK Strand thing.”

“We’ve been getting along this semester.”

“Hmm. That’s nice?”

“Yeah,” TK says, voice carefully light like he has learned to do for both his parents. “It’s nice. What about you and Judd? Didn’t he invite you over to his uncle’s ranch over New Years?”

Grace softly flicks his ear and says, “With a bunch of other friends. And you were invited, remember? So don’t get ideas, mister.”

“What ideas could I possibly have?” TK says, finding genuine joy now that they’ve wandered away from his endlessly hung-up mind. It’s easier to lose himself in trying to see the two friends - the one not-yet couple he might see an actual future for no matter how bitterness about romance was nurtured in him early on - get closer and closer.

They talk about the New Years party he was invited to but couldn’t go to because the night before, his dad had come home from chemo and TK had heard him wretch in the middle of the night. He’d sat up with him after the third time, both of them just watching TV with a tea in hand, silent but together. When TK has slipped into sleep, he’d dreamt of a funeral, of a tombstone, and he had woken up in fear that this was the last New Year’s he might have with his father.

It was a miserable night. Followed by a miserable night. But that had felt right to TK, matching the guilt he carried about being a bad son.

Hearing about the party doesn’t make him feel worse though. Hearing how much fun Grace had dancing on an ancient oak table that creaked under the weight of her and her friend, how they had given each other a friendly kiss on the cheek (yes, all of us, okay, yes Judd gave me one, too, DON’T SAY ANYTHING) and how they had all stayed over, having to sleep on the floor on blankets, TK thinks it’s what his friends deserve. 

He wouldn’t have been able to party the way he usually did with them anyway. Judd and Grace are worriers. The less they know of this side of him, the better.

Grace breaks off in the middle of telling TK about the one box of cereal fifteen of them had to share for breakfast the day after. TK looks up, confused, to see her smile and shout, “Carlos! Hey, Carlos!”

His stomach drops. She waves and TK feels it like motion sickness. He holds his breath until he hears a sigh. Grace finally stops shouting and mumbles, “Doesn’t even hear me.”

TK finally follows her gaze over. It’s in between classes, there are a bunch of people walking between one campus building and the next. It still doesn’t take TK’s eyes more than a second to find the familiar shape of his roommate. It’s the way Carlos moves, like each step is a bit weighted, like his shoulders have finally learned to stay straight, like he can part the sea of people without intended to draw attention.

TK’s eyes also find familiar red curly hair and a slight, sturdy body right next to Carlos. The world shifts upright, more motion sickness, as TK sits up. Carlos is laughing. Laughing at something Oliver is saying. He didn’t know they were talking anymore. Why would they be, after Carlos had chosen TK, had blown Oliver off to fuck him, after the Christmas party?

A question settles in and once it’s there, it’s all TK’s mind can think.

Is Carlos actually into Oliver? Is Carlos actually into Oliver? Is Carlos actually into Oliver?

TK’s hands curl into the dry grass and he rips at it until it comes up with the soil still attached. 

The anger will make him go into their room later, will make him want to not just peel up a corner of Carlos’ fitted sheet but rip it off and to shreds. Instead he will lay in his bed, hands over his eyes and hope he’s wrong. That even if Carlos isn’t in love with TK, he at least isn’t in love with someone else. He can live with the former. If his fear is founded though, then TK just lost a hope he thought he had squashed over the last two weeks.

[kelp-person]

my last sagau post got pretty popular ( for some reason ?? ) so now i've decided to give whoever's interested a glance at what my imposter! sagau would be like. ( btw sorry if any of the mentioned characters are ooc this is like the third time i've written for genshin 🗿 )

edit :: if you want more content from this little au, feel free to check this little drabble i wrote out !!

𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗨, 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧 ...

☀︎︎ the "creator" ( at least, they claim to be ) is but a child: a spoiled brat who throws tantrums when they don't have their way and laughs at the agony of others. they don't share, only wanting to keep the best for themself, and if they are displeased by any of their toys, then will tear them apart and scream as the stuffing falls to the floor like freshly fallen snow.

☀︎︎ the "imposter" ( once again, a claim made by the so-called "creator" themself ) is also but a child, except this one is too kind and oblivious for their own good. they're not stupid - they KNOW that these people all want their head on a stick - but for every chase, for every attack thrown their way, their smile ( which also proudly shows that they're missing a single tooth ) never falters.

☀︎︎ the "creator" - who is dressed in only the finest of silks and fabrics - is enraged at word of an "imposter" going around and "ruining" their face and name, so they make a decree: find the "imposter", kill them, and the hunter will be rewarded with whatever they can imagine and even beyond that.

fun fact: the archons all know that decree is a lie, because they know that their "creator" is far from kind.

☀︎︎ the "imposter" - dressed in your average, everyday clothes with colorful bandaids covering almost every visible part of their body - is more confused than anything. people yell at them; snarl at them when they think they can't hear, and they don't understand why. their confusion only grows when they hear this so-called "creator's" decree. why do they want them dead so bad?

☀︎︎ and then there's everybody else, who's caught up in the "creator's" mess. at first, they, too, were full of rage. how DARE this ignorant child take their god's face and name and wear it around as they please with not a care in the world?

☀︎︎ but then the "hunt" actually begins, and suddenly beliefs in their "creator" start to dwindle, and all because this "imposter" is far too compassionate for them to understand how their intentions could possibly be perceived as "evil".

jean is one of the first to encounter this "imposter", and at first she's initially surprised at how ... innocent they look? for a moment, she watches in surprise as this child who looks so much like her dear "god" interacts with the usually aggressive slimes. their laugh is so vibrant and full of warmth, and their touches are gentle as they pet the colorful blobs that come up to them. what surprises jean even more, though, is when she makes herself known as a threat, the slimes are quick to defend the "imposter": surroundings them in a protective wall and glaring at jean with a ferocity that DARES her to draw her blade. in that time, she believes that the "imposter" will sick the small blobs on her, but they don't. instead, they smile and tilt their head, looking both confused and curious at the same time.

xiao is next. he goes for the kill almost instantly once he sees the "imposter" wandering the streets he watches over, but the moment he does, a tree branch suddenly comes out of nowhere and straight up just whacks him on the forehead, making him stumble back in pain whilst also drawing attention to him from the "imposter". he goes to growl, to threaten them for taking his "god's" face and name, but all words almost instantly die on his tongue when they kneel down next to him and place a blue bandaid against his forehead. the shock of their action is enough to make him freeze, and he suddenly feels his throat go dry when the "imposter" grins and asks him if he's okay.

and then there's the electro archon herself, whose rage is almost enough to ignite a thousand suns. she goes to fight the "imposter" - to put an end to this hunt once and for all - but then accidents happen, she's trapped under something heavy and water is filling the room fast until bubbles of oxygen are escaping her lips as she tries to free herself. and then that's when it happens: the "imposter" comes down and helps her out, nearly risking their own life in the process, and for some reason - rather than just leaving them to perish - she returns the favor and helps them out of the water too.

"why did you save me?" ei asks, her eyes focusing in on this 'imposter' with a heavy glare brimming with suspicion.

to her surprise, though, rather than being intimidated, the 'imposter' merely grins and answers, "because it was the right thing to do." they tilt their head to the side curiously. "isn't that why you saved me?"

ei stays silent, too busy to even hear the 'imposter's question as she stares at the way the sun rises behind them, giving them a heavenly glow that feels so much like 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 despite their messy appearance gained from being chased around all of teyvat.

( would it be strange to say that this 'imposter's smile was a lot more comforting than the one her 'creator' ever gave anyone since their reign began? )

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

School Nurse

@letstalkaboutfandomsbaby led me to yet another 2D man that I want to get wrecked by

How would a school nurse react to Hwajin’s presence? Dabauchery will ensue.

AN: this started out as a short little drabble, turned into a long smutty mess that I finally rangled in with romance because… after care. As a nurse I was getting to into the logistics of the pencil stab

TW: smut, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, power exchange, mild wound description (pencil stab), sex in a nurses office, oral sex

NO MINORS

Hwajin knew you would look good on your knees. You had a bratty, stubborn nature that he wanted to overpower. He thought you were too gentle with trouble makers. When he told you this, you argued that it was your job as a school nurse to take care of all the students.

How was it that you were so hostile with him but when it came to even the worst students you were so gentle. It irritated him. You actively avoided him. Maybe he wouldn't care if he didn't find you so damn adorable. Thoughts of you kept him company late at night.

Even when he forced you to take a baton after he saw a student get in your face yelling. The only person you used it against was him. Apparently you wouldn't allow him to pull students out of your office regardless of their offense.

He was shocked to learn that few students ever bothered you. The worst offenders would constantly make advances at you and since you would have his head, he disciplined them only once you were out of range.

And you were equally irate. He treated you like a child when you tried to present him with research that aggression towards children under the age of 18 was just as detrimental as ignoring their bad behavior. You weren't against addressing the students inappropriate behavior, but the number of visits to your office had tripled upon his arrival.

It become rare that schools had a nurse on campus, barely coming back in to practice following the hands off policy. And at the most part you were mainly treating the faculty and the more unlucky students. If the Ministry of Education wanted to bring in people like Na, would you even have a job much longer?

/

"What are you doing here? I'm not harboring any students," You hissed as the warden entered your office.

"If I remember correctly, I'm here to oversee the whole school. That includes you. Besides I actually need medical help."

Hwajin turned the lock on the door before unbuttoning his shirt. He turned around to show you a shallow hole between his shoulder blades. You tried to keep the blush from creeping on to your face as you scanned his muscular body.

Apparently a student surprised him by sinking a pencil into his skin.

"Violence breeds violence," You chided when the realization hit. "Oh god, did you kill the student?"

You were truly alarmed. He took slight offense to that question. He wasn't a great guy but he wasn't going to kill someone on the job.

"Just give me something to bandage this up," he rolled his eyes.

You motioned for him to sit on the medical table but of course he had to make things difficult, choosing to straddle a chair instead. In spite of his protests that he could take care of things himself you pulled on a pair of gloves.

"Don't be such a pain, Mr. Na. There's no way you can properly clean what's on your back."

You probed around the wound that was already angry and red. The blood has begun to dry. Trying not to cause unnecessary pain you attempted to visually assess the bed of the wound for any debris that may lead to infection.

Instinctively he howled in pain as you began to clean.

"Will you just put a bandaid over it so I can get back to my job?"

You had to admit you were getting some sick satisfaction from this. The wound was clean and you applied an anti bacterial ointment but it was in a location where the skin tended to pull and stretch so you were sure it would bleed throughout the day-

"Are you smoking in my office?"

Hwajin gave you a cheeky grin before blowing smoke toward your face.

The nerve. In retaliation you flicked the inflamed skin while avoiding the actual wound.

"Ouch, you're cute when you get angry," Na laughed.

Your cheeks were scorching, "Okay Mr Na, you're all wrapped up. Stop by at the end of the day so I can change the bandage."

He winked while buttoning up shirt, "I knew you liked seeing me."

"Out." You hissed.

As he walked down the halls he chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait for you to submit to him.

/

Through out the day your mind wandered to Hwajin. Him sitting in front of you, shirtless and rippled with muscle. The parts of his skin left unscarred were so soft compared to his attitude. You wondered if his palms were as soft or were they were rough and calloused.

As if on cue the man walked into your office, catching you during one of your fantasies. Was it already the end of the day? Sure enough, the clock showed school let out half an hour ago.

Just like before he secured the door and stripped off his shirt. The bandage wasn't soaked, but it did need to be changed. The day warped your work and some of the tape was lifted away from his skin.

This time politely in the chair, he hummed as you removed and replaced the soiled bandage.

"Starting tomorrow you should just leave it open to air. This is really just to keep you getting your blood on your shirt. If you start thinking you have an infection go to the hospital." You turned around to discard your gloves.

As you turned back, you bumped into Hwajin Na. He smiled down at you and ruffled your hair, "Thanks, nurse, you took such good care of me. You'll have to let me thank you."

He lowered his mouth to your whisper in your ear, "what should I do for you?"

Your were in a losing position, you didn't want to make eye contact but you couldn't stare straight ahead, he still wasn't dressed and it was too overwhelming. You settled on looking down toward his feet.

You quickly snapped your eyes back up when you notice a bulge trying to push past his pants.

"Uh, no need to thank me. It's my job." You stepped back against the wall, at least giving you a bit more space.

Hwajin placed his arms against the wall so he could close the space between you.

"What's wrong? You're flushed. Let's see if you have a fever." He pressed forehead against your. "You feel a bit warm, but not worrisome."

You stammered, "Uh, Mr Na, it's late so we should probably wrap up."

"Mr Na," he mocked you. "Why do you do that? We're both adults, you can call me Hwajin."

Your eyes darted around the room. Maybe you were being punked. Was he testing you?

"It's respectful, it would be rude to call you by your first name."

He brushed a stand of hair behind your shoulder, pleased with your response.

"Well I can think of other titles you could call me that I would enjoy much more."

You were struggling between your desire and your fear of losing your job. Surely he knew what he was doing to you.

Of course he knew, the gleam in his eyes made that clear.

"Well, it's pretty late and I don't know about you but I'm tired after today so I'll see you tomorrow."

He dropped his hands and you took that as the end of his teasing. But instead he hoisted you against him, grasping the back of your thighs.

"My poor little nurse, I've kept you so busy. How about you lay down and let me help you relax."

"Hwajin, put me down," You smacked his shoulder. Listening, he sat you down the cot you constantly sanitized. In spite of what you were saying you allowed him to crawl on top of you.

"Hmm, now you use my first name, little nurse? And here I thought you were respectful," he nipped at your ears.

You shivered.

"Well pick one," You groaned. "First, no last name, then no first name. What's left."

His tongue darted across your neck while began tearing at your clothes, "how about you just be a good girl and call me 'Sir'."

At this point the primal part of your brain took over as you pathetically began to rub against his thigh. Your Irrational brain didn't need a job, it just needed this man to fuck her.

Nearly all your clothes were discarded to the floor as his mouth began to tease your breasts. Your hand tangled in his hair when sink his teeth into your tender flesh.

"Talk to me baby," he sighed. "Use your words, ask for what you want."

You lay out a whimper and tugged at belt loops, "fuck me."

He pinched your in thigh, "Now that's not using your manners. Am I going to need to teach you to behave?"

You mumbled a response that he could barely hear, eliciting another pinch to your thigh.

You huffed, "fine, please fuck me, Sir"

Pleased with your response he tugged your panties to the side, stroking your soaked pussy with his middle knuckle.

"Atta girl. You're so fucking wet for me. How long have you been waiting to be my little slut?"

He slid one finger inside of you with ease, arching you back as moved inside you. You were trying to fumble at his the button of his pants but he pushed your hands off him.

With a growl he removed his hands and your underwear from your body, "Not yet, although I'm flattered how desperate you are for me. Turn over, ass in the air, show me what's mine."

You were happy to obey, sliding into one of your favorite positions.

"You're not be very nice, sir," You teased. "You could at least remove your pants."

His hands came down hard on your ass causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Watch what you say, unless you like being disciplined. You already know I don't tolerate disobedience. And as much as enjoy your screams, don't forget that just because school is over doesn't mean everyone is gone."

You bite your tongue as he spanked you again. He certainly wasn't holding back. But he was right, there were after school clubs and some teachers stayed as late as 8. His fingers found their way inside your warmth again, fluid dripping from your aching cunt. You had adjust to his rhythm of spanking when his fingers were at their deepest. You felt so close to release. When he withdrew from you yet again.

You let out a frustrated groan until his hand made firm contact with your pussy. Once, twice, three times produce a wet spanking sound. You couldn't hold in your tears, thankful you were a glutton for pain.

"You still with me, princess?" He cooed, getting off the bed. You nodded. "Good girl, hold that position for me just a bit longer."

You nodded again, words evading your mind. You appreciated the coolness produced by the cot. Hwajin repositioned the pillow that had fallen on the floor and removed his belt.

Standing next to you on the bed he finally directed you into another position. He helped you stand, barefoot on the linoleum floor. You were held against his chest as you gathered your bearings.

He nuzzled against your hair, "I'm not a gentle man, if you need to stop at any time you say so okay. And that's an order. Can you do that for me princess?"

You told him you would as he helped you sink your knees to the pillow. He ruffled your hair again, telling you how good you looked. Finally he unzipped his pants, his erect dick right in front of you.

"Look at me."

You complied, tearing your ways away from his cock.

"If you want my dick then prove it. Open up that pretty mouth of yours."

He grabbed you by the hair, guiding your lips his shiny tip. Your tongue circled around him, admiring his taste. You weren't usually self conscious but you couldn't help but be nervous you'd disappoint him. As you began wrap your lips around him, Hwajin inhaled sharply. He gave your hair a gentle tug.

"Eyes on me. Good. You're doing so well. All the way to the base, baby."

You were almost there when there was a knock at your door. Hwajin kept his grip firm on you, instead of allowing you to pull back he shoved his throbbing dick down your throat and began fucking your mouth while putting a finger to his lips. He was smirking like the devil. Your throat constricting in protest.

"Excuse me, nurse," one of the school kids called. Knocking again.

"Fuck," Na muttered as he released into your mouth. Tears spilled over your eyes as you struggled to swallow.

The nock persisted, "hellooo? Come on I need to pick up a physical form."

"She's busy, fuck off."

As the footsteps faded down the hall Na released you from his grasp. He couldn't help but laugh at you when you pouted up at him, your were glistening and your cheeks were rosy and puffy. God, next time he swore he would take a photo of you on your knees after sucking his dick.

"Really, you had to open up your loud mouth," You whined. "You could've just pretended no one was here."

He shrugged in response, helping you off the floor.

This time on the cot you were both undressed. Hwajin sucked and bite on your neck. You nudged him off telling him he was gonna leave a mark.

"You're telling me I can't mark up my little whore?"

"Just not where students can see."

That was fair enough, there were other places he'd rather leave bruises. Between your thighs. Your stomach. Your breasts. Proof that he had made you his.

He wouldn't bite too rough, not want to scare you off. He planned on making more of these moments with you. You were better in person. Exceeding his late night fantasies.

Finally he began to slide his cock inside you, your pussy searing with pleasure at his size. It was a struggle to control the volume of your moans.

"Does my little slut like that? You want me to stuff you?"

"Please," You cried, needing more or his touch. "Please don't stop, Sir. Please let me cum on your dick."

Hwajin began to pound harder into your tight pussy, admiring how your body reacted to the sheer force of him. Each time he snapped his hips against you, your lush breasts, along with the rest of your body, followed with an intoxicating jiggle.

You were exactly what he needed and he wished to consume you. His mind flashed to images of you tied up and exposed for him, placing all of your trust in him. Or he could snap a pretty collar around your neck and tie you to the bed with a leash, you would be begging him to fuck you like a bitch.

"Tell me need me," he growled. "That no one else can fuck you into submission and make you dumb with pleasure. Your mine and I don't share."

Tears rushed down your face as a mixture of pain and desire burst the pressure in your core. You clenched around him, babbling what he instructed you to and meaning every word.

The tightness of your orgasm shocked both you and Hwajin. Paired along with your heat pushed the man past his limit, releasing his thick cum inside of you. Even through the near blinding pleasure of his own release Hwajin felt a moment of worry, he hadn't meant to pour himself inside of you, he was fully aware he wasn't wearing protect and had gotten your consent.

Between your gasps and moans you were were repeating a breathy thank you. Unless he had died and gone to Heaven You were actually begging him for more of his seed. Crying out that you needed him to stuff you full. The man nearly confessed his love for you on the spot.

However he maintained his composure. Pressing closer to you and guiding you through the high of your orgasm.

He combed his fingers through your hair, whispering praises and reassurance. Telling you to relax into him, he wasn't going anywhere. Finally your grip on him relaxed as a gluttonous smile graced your lips.

Na propped himself up next to you with his elbow. His other hand cupping your face.

You looked at Hwajin, "This doesn't mean I'm going to ignore your behavior towards the students."

"You know, seeing you protective over a bunch of snot nosed punks makes me want to fuck you until your nine months pregnant. It would keep you out of my hair while you were stuck waddling around home safe and sound. Win-win."

You gawked at him. Joking that you had yet to see any paternal instincts from him.

"I am actually great with children so long as their raised right. Like hell I'd let my kids turn out like these delinquents."

The two of you bantered back and forth while re-dressing. It was dark by the time you exited the school. Na was lighting a cigarette the minute he was past the schools threshold. You began to tell him goodnight where the two of you should naturally part ways but Hwajin caught you by the wrist, a confused expression thrown your way.

“Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet," he said, cigarette hanging from his mouth. You were about to respond when he cut you off. "Round two will be so much better in my bed. You'll be lucky if You leave my place in time for work tomorrow. But we should probably feed you first. I gotta take care of my little nurse."

[bestiesenpai]

skate rat choso

This is just a little drabble for skate rat Choso, I got inspo from a cute ass pic of him holding baby Itadori :) no content warnings for this, although I must say it might get cringe? I tried to be wholesome, so let's see how that worked out. Gender neutral readerrrr and idk if i need to say this but choso and reader are 18+ lol

It was finally the first warm sunny day of the season. Birds were chirping, sparse clouds dotted the sky and there wasn’t any pollen in the air to make Choso sneeze. It was the perfect day to go to the skate park.

“Got your helmet?” And of course he was going to bring his little brother Yuji along with him.

“Mhmm!” The excited six year old nodded, nearly falling over as he held up his little helmet covered in sparkly Kirby stickers. Heading out of the house, Yuji ran down the steps, leaving Choso behind to carry his bike and his own skateboard.

“Your backpack, don’t forget this!” Holding up the tiny bag, Choso shrugged his own bag on. Yuji’s didn’t have much in it besides a few bandaids and a bag of chips. Holding his arms up at the bottom of the steps, Yuji waited for Choso to put it on him.

“This is gonna be great!” As soon as he could, Yuji ran down the street with Choso taking longer strides behind him. The walk to the skate park wasn’t far, and they got there in no time to see a couple other people Choso’s age riding around.

“What do you want to do first, do you want to take off the training wheels right away?” Setting Yuji’s bike down, Choso dug in his back for the screwdriver he brought.

“Yeah!” Hopping on the bike, Yuji bounced up and down impatiently, already dreaming of how he was going to fly through the air on the bike. Tossing the now useless wheels to the side, Choso pressed his hand to Yuji’s back.

“I’m going to hold onto you for a little bit to make sure you don’t fall, okay?”

“I’m not a baby!” Yuji shouted, trying to shake off Choso’s hand.

“You’re my baby and I want you to be safe.” Gripping the back of his shirt, Choso stilled Yuji. “Now try to push off.”

Lifting his feet off the ground, Yuji let out a short yelp as he began to sway side to side. Nearly falling several times, he refused to give up and with an almost angry pout on his face he was able to push the pedals and get the wheels spinning forward.

“I’m doing it!” He gasped, looking down at his feet and the way he wasn’t falling over anymore.

“You’re doing great!” Choso jogged a bit behind him, ultimately letting go and watching Yuji ride around in a wide circle.

“Did you see me? Did you?” Coming to a shaky stop, Yuji leapt off his bike and grabbed onto Choso’s shirt, tugging on it.

“I did, you were awesome.” Scooping the young boy up, Choso gave him a big hug. Squirming out of his hold, Yuji picked up his bike again.

“Ride your skateboard with me!” Yuji didn’t wait for Choso to respond, already stumbling to a start on his bike. Tucking their things underneath a tree with a couple other people's belongings, Choso let his board clatter to the ground and stepped on it, pushing off and meeting up with Yuji in no time.

As they rode around, avoiding any big dips or curves, Choso let his eyes wander across the park. There were a fair few people here, a couple that he recognized doing tricks in the bowl and sitting on the sidelines. Later, when Yuji was tired from riding on his bike and he didn’t have to pay attention to him too much, Choso would do some tricks as well and see if he could do anything new.

“Look Yuji, another kid your age is here.” With a little mop of messy black hair, the scowling child had a tiny little skateboard in hand. His helmet was strapped to his backpack that no doubt carried all his protective gear as well.

“I know him, he’s a new kid! He just joined last month.” Stopping slowly, Yuji stared quite obviously at the other boy. “His name is Megumi.”

“Why don’t you go over and ask if he wants to ride around with you?” Choso pushed Yuji towards the boy, finding himself intrigued with the adult that was following him. Riding over to the Megumi, Yuji leaned forward on his handlebars.

“Megumi?” He called out and the boy turned, his eyes widening upon seeing Yuji and Choso. “D’ya wanna ride together?” Megumi was silent, his lips forming a tight line on his face. Glancing at Choso, Megumi scrambled behind the person with him.

“Sorry, he’s a little shy.” You answered, trying to tug him off your pant leg. Smoothing a hand on his back, you leaned down to Megumi. “Is this a boy from your school?” Megumi nodded silently. “Do you want to ride around with him? I bet he’d let you hold onto his handlebars to balance.”

Megumi mumbled something indistinguishable to Choso, but apparently you heard it and understood. There was a quick back and forth and a rushed promise that you’d stay close by, and then Megumi was slowly tiptoeing out from behind you.

“Okay.” Clutching his board to his chest, Megumi looked at Choso and his own board.

“How long have you been skateboarding?” Choso asked, smiling at him. Megumi held up a five and you giggled.

“He’s been doing it for five months now.” Answering for him, you unclip his helmet and plop it on his head. “Show him your board, baby.” Flexing his little fingers, Megumi turned it around, showcasing the underside of the board.

“Cool!” Yuji gasped, stepping closer and pointing at the large wolf painted across the bottom.

“Thanks.” Megumi whispered, smiling softly despite himself.

“You wanna see mine?” Bending down so both boys could see clearly, Choso flipped his over. The deck was horribly scraped and scratched from grinding on metal and concrete and so were the trucks, but you could still make out the dragon design that was once there.

“That’s really cool.” Running his hand along the bottom, Megumi’s eyes gleamed with wonder.

“I can teach you some skating stuff later if you want.” Standing up straight, Choso flicked his eyes over to you. He really wanted you to accept the offer, he wanted an excuse to try and talk to you.

“Y-yes please!” Bouncing on his toes, Megumi looked over at you. “Can he, (Y/N)?”

“Of course!” Giving him a big thumbs up, you fished out his pads from his little backpack. “You have to put your gear on first though.”

Megumi rushed to put his gear on and in no time he and Yuji were riding around the flat parts of the park, both wobbly and slightly unsteady on their feet. Choso sat next to you on a bench and watched them, letting the sounds of the other park goers fill the silence between you.

“I never introduced myself! I’m (Y/N)!” The abruptness of your voice surprised him, but Choso was glad you broke the silence first because he was too nervous to. Waving and smiling at him, you didn’t seem to notice the blush beginning to coat Choso’s cheeks. “I’m Megumi’s older sibling, we just moved to the area not too long ago.”

“Oh uhm yeah, Yuji said that Megumi was a new student.” Nodding dumbly, Choso smiled nervously.

“Yuji is your brother's name?”

“Mhmm! And I’m Choso.” He quickly tacked on, almost forgetting to tell you his own name.

“It’s nice to meet you, Choso. I hope our brothers get along well.” Taking a look over at the two of them, you smiled. “Well actually, I don’t think I have to worry about that.” Pointing over to them, you and Choso shared a soft laugh at watching Megumi and Yuji chase each other around, their wheels lying forgotten on the grass.

“I’m not surprised, Yuji is really outgoing.” Choso had to bite back the stupid grin he had wanting to bubble to the surface. His little brother's ability to make friends with anyone was unexpectedly starting to pay off. If Yuji could make a good bond with Megumi, Choso had no doubt he’d be seeing the two of you again.

“Have you been skating long, Choso?” Your hand skims the edge of the board resting on his lap.

“I started when I was Yuji’s age.” He could remember clearly the very first time he rode a skateboard and the first time he fell off it too. “Do you skate or anything, (Y/N)?”

“I could never!” Rubbing the back of your neck, you laugh, feeling embarrassment come over you at your next words. “I tried to ride Megumi’s little skateboard one time and fell right on my face!”

“Ouch, really?” Laughing a little as well, Choso fiddled with the wheels. “If you want, I can teach you too. It’s not that hard, you just have to balance a little and-”

“(Y/N)!” A sharp wail cut Choso off and you both looked over to where it came from. Clutching his knee, Megumi had tripped and fallen over a ramp. Walking over swiftly, it was a relief to see only a few drops of blood on Megumi’s knee.

“It’s okay, it’s just a little scrape.” Running your hands through his unruly hair, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Do you want a bandaid?”

“I have one!” Yuji shot up, running past Choso and grabbing his backpack. He had a handful of bandaids and laid them in Megumi’s lap. “I have spiderman and hello kitty!” Picking up a sparkly one with strawberries, he held it out to you. “This one’s my favorite!”

“Thanks.” Meguim’s voice wavered slightly and he sniffled a little, but he took the bandaid out of Yuji’s hand and gave it to you to put on him.

“Okay, you’re all better. Go play some more.” A few minutes later Megumi was back on his feet, making sure to stay away from the big structures sticking out of the ground. Sticking around a few seconds longer, you exhaled sharply and turned to Choso.

“So, what was that about teaching me how to skate?”

Choso had never been happier about his decision to come out to the park today. While he loved spending time with his little brother, more than anything else in the world, getting to know you was something that was beginning to rival it.

With his helmet slapped on your head, you looked adorably scared to step on his board. Choosing a corner where no one would skate by, you gripped a concrete column tightly and put a tentative foot on the board.

“I’m scared.” You whined, glancing up at Choso and then back down to your foot.

“Let go of that thing, put more of your weight on the board.” He beckoned you closer, holding out both hands for you to take. Pressing your foot more firmly, you slowly inched your way off the column.

“Oh shit!” Just as you were going to take your other foot off the ground, the board began to slide underneath you. Flailing your arms, you jumped off and a few feet away. “I almost died!”

“It’s okay!” Choso laughed at your dramatics, stopping the board before it could slide too far away. “Take my hand and step on again.”

“You better not let me fall!” Pointing threateningly at him, you took a deep breath and put your foot back on. Bypassing his hand, you gripped his shoulder tightly and shuffled both feet on.

“Bend your knees a little.” Choso’s hand was hovering near your waist. He wasn’t sure if he should grab it or not to help you balance, but you quickly made that decision for him by nearly falling as you leaned too far forward.

“Choso!”

“I got you!” Saving you from certain death, Choso hugged you close to him, putting his foot in front of the wheels to stop it from sliding back and forth. Your fingers were clutching his t-shirt tightly, leaving deep wrinkles in the fabric.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Shaking your head, you forced yourself to stand up straight.

“You haven’t even pushed off yet.” Keeping his hand on your back, Choso let you squeeze the life out of his other hand.

“I don’t know if I want to, you saw me almost die just now.”

“Emphasis on almost.” He chuckled when you swatted at his chest. “Just try it once and then you can say you did it.”

“If I break a leg my mom will be pissed.”

“Don’t break a leg then and you’ll be fine.”

“Shut up.” Giggling at his comment, you squared your shoulders and looked forward. “Okay, I’m going.”

Choso talked you through pushing off, telling you where to put your foot and how to balance on the board while you pressed against the ground. He pulled you along as well, trying to help build up enough speed.

“You’re doing it!” He shouted, trying to let go of you as you started to cruise. You laughed loudly and breathlessly, heart pounding in your ears and legs shaking terribly as you fought to control your body.

“I-I am!” Letting go of Choso’s hand, you slid up to grip his arm. The tiny breaks in the cement were nothing, barely making a dent as you rode over them. What did make a dent, however, was when Choso fully stepped away from you right as the wheels met resistance on a big crack in the ground.

Luckily there was grass in front of you that you could fall into, and you did so with a loud shout accompanying it. With your hands outstretched to break your fall, your knees met the dirt hard and the whole ordeal knocked the wind out of you.

“You okay?” Choso was hunched over you, eyes wide as he knelt down beside you. Taking a moment to roll over and catch your breath, you sat up on your elbow only to be knocked down by Megumi tumbling into you.

“(Y/N)!” Wrapping his arms around your neck, he smooshed his cheek against yours. “You fell!” Nodding at the obvious statement, you wheezed as he squeezed you a bit harder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, baby.” Blinking hard as you tried to reorientate yourself, you saw Yuji with his bandaids out.

“Do you need one?” Holding up a large yellow one, he looked you over with the seriousness of a doctor.

“No Yuji, I’m good, not bleeding anywhere.” Patting Megumi’s back, you sat up straighter and eventually made your way back on your feet. “But I think I’m good for now on learning how to skateboard.” Brushing the dirt off your clothes, you glared at the crack you had tripped over.

“That’s fair.” Choso nodded, taking his helmet back from you.

“Don’t get hurt again.” Megumi chided, patting the parts of your body he could reach.

“Promise I won’t.” Hooking your pinky with his, you shook your hands together.”

“Hey Megumi, do you want to skateboard with me?” The question from Choso made Megumi immediately turn away from you, forgetting all about his fallen sibling and nodding so hard he almost fell over.

“Yes!” Megumi ran to grab his things, rushing to put his gear back on and meet Choso at a small ramp. You and Yuji trailed behind, choosing another ramp close by to play with. Yuji had gotten more familiar with his bike, only needing help stopping and staying balanced at times.

“(Y/N), do you and Megumi live close to the park?” He asked, doing circles around you.

“Mhmm, we do.”

“We live close too!” Yuji gasped, taking a second to look at you before going back to his task. “We come all the time, you should come too. And bring Megumi.”

“I have a feeling we’ll be coming by a lot.” You snorted, looking up to see Megumi going down a tiny ramp with Choso right beside him. Megumi was utterly enamored with the older man, completely focused on what he was saying and doing.

Hours passed of the four of you playing together in the park. Megumi showed off his ability to go down a ramp without falling many times, and he and Yuji raced on their respective wheels from one end of the park to the other. You also ate lunch together, Choso chatting you up when he could and ignoring the tingle of nervousness at the back of his mind.

“Ice cream!” As the sun began to set and the clouds were dyed a pastel orange, the shout from another kid alerted Yuji and Megumi, and the distinctive melody of the ice cream man flowed through the air.

“Choso!”

“(Y/N)!” Both boys gasped, looking between you with wide, hopeful eyes.

“I’ll buy.” Choso already had his wallet out and was getting up from the spot in the grass you’d chosen to take up residence in.

“Are you su-”

“Yay!” Jumping up as well, Yuji and Megumi ran to get in line for ice cream.

“Be back in a sec.” Choso didn’t give you the chance to argue about who would pay, already walking over to join them. In just a few minutes time, they were back with big smiles on their faces.

“Look, we got the same one!” Yuji announced to you, holding up the spongebob ice cream he and Megumi both got. “It’s got gum for eyes.”

“Here, we got you one too.” Choso handed you a frozen treat, munching on his own. “Megumi said you liked ice cream sandwiches.”

“You didn’t have to.” Taking a bite, a delightful shiver went up your spine as the treat came in contact with your teeth.

“I wanted to.” He shrugged, eating his ice cream quickly and crumpling up the wrapper. Choso was itching to skate a bit, try some new tricks and potentially show off to you, and now was a good time: there weren’t as many people left at the skatepark, most tired out from a full day and going home.

“I’m gonna skate around a bit.” He announced after gathering up the courage. Picking his board up, Choso made a point to put his helmet on. He wanted to set a good example for Yuji and Megumi and cracking his skull open on the concrete wasn’t the way to achieve that.

“You guys have to watch! Choso is really good at skateboarding!” Yuji was the best wingman Choso could ask for and he didn’t even have to tell him to do anything. Moving closer to the bowl, as you sat down on a bench, both Yuji and Megumi cuddled into your sides.

Choso started off slow, cruising and going over smooth inclines. He’d done many dangerous stunts before in front of a lot of different people, but having you here was making him a bit timid and as he did a kickflip he could only hope you found it exciting.

He refused to look at you as he did a few tricks, grinding down a handrail and popping his board up. A few times he fell or stumbled off and an embarrassed blush overtook his face, contrary to how he would normally brush off any mistakes he made.

“Choso go down there!” Yuji shouted, pointing at the large bowl encompassing the middle of the park.

“Okay!” He yelled back, riding over to it and dropping in with no hesitation. There wasn’t anyone else in with him, so he had full range to do whatever he wanted. Going as fast as he could, his shirt clung to his body from the force of the wind passing by.

“Woah!” Megumi shouted, lurching forward to see Choso carving across a curve and popping up, flipping his board in the air a few times before landing back down and skating away. “(Y/N) did you see that?!”

“I did.” As impressed as you were by the trick, Megumi was ten times that. Every single move, Megumi was inch further and further off the bench until he was right at the edge of the bowl and bouncing up and down in excitement.

“C’mere.” Hopping out, Choso lifted Megumi under his armpits and put him on the board. Setting his feet around Megumi, Choso dropped back in, holding the boy around his waist as they pumped up and over curves. Megumi let out happy squeals as they rode up ramps and along the railing of the bowl.

After both Yuji and Megumi had a chance to ride in the bowl with Choso, they were properly exhausted. Flopping onto you once more, they were almost too tired to watch Choso finish his run.

When it was time to leave, Choso was pleasantly surprised to learn that you lived in the same direction as him, getting the chance to walk you home.

“So uh, what’d you think?” He asked as you headed out of the park, Yuji half asleep in his arms. “Of my skating.”

“It was really cool.” You flashed him a smile, your own little brother walking slowly next to you. “And I know Megumi loved it too.”

“Awesome.” Letting out a quick sigh of relief, Choso rushed out his next words. “I should give you my number so our brothers can hang out again.”

“Totally! Yuji was saying earlier that he wanted me to bring Megumi back to the park.” Choso would seriously have to thank Yuji later. He quickly got your number, already trying to cook up a reason to text you that wasn’t related to his brother.

“You live here?” Coming upon your house, Choso’s brows rose. “We live just down the street, at the end of the block.” It makes sense now why there were moving vans here just a few weeks ago.

“Guess that makes us neighbors, huh?” Ruffling Megumi’s hair, you gestured to Choso. “Say goodbye, baby.”

“Bye Choso, bye Yuji.” Megumi waved, already shuffling toward the front door. Yuji barely waved back, snuggling closer into Choso’s shoulder.

“I’ll text you later, okay? Maybe we can get frozen yogurt or something?” You said, beginning to slide your feet across the pavement after Megumi. Choso was probably just projecting his own emotions but he could have sworn you looked a little nervous asking.

“That’d be awesome.” A light blush dusted his cheeks and he nodded like a fool. “I’m free whenever.”

“See you later.” Giving one last final wave, you closed the door behind you, leaving Choso on the sidewalk. Turning abruptly, he walked down to his house, keeping his head down to avoid anyone seeing the large, uninhibited smile on his cheeks. He was really happy he went to the park today.

[beyondspaceandstars]

While You Sleep

Chapter 11

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: nothing (i think?) Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

a/n: hi all please be patient I am having some writers block/lack of motivation lately for writing so this series may be a bit on a pause (hopefully not) but I am working to get out more drabbles to maybe just get some inspo or something!

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Waking up in Bucky’s arms felt just too good to be true. You were sure it was a dream, a nice, new dream Fate had blessed you with, but when Bucky shifted beside you and you felt every sensation, you knew you were truly awake. 

It also helped tremendously that you had a pleasant dream about him. It feels like centuries since you were shaken awake by the actions of The Winter Soldier. You couldn’t even consider any of it the actions of him next to you, feeling like the person in your dreams was and wasn’t the man in this bed. Everything felt like it intertwined dangerously, vines running through your mind. But, truthfully, you didn’t wanna think too much about it. You were finally getting your chance at the real soulmate experience, dates and dreams and all, and that was too priceless to spend time dwelling over much else.

Bucky awoke slowly, his normally rough eyes met yours in the softest manner. You two were tangled comfortably, still in most of last night's clothing, minus your panties and Bucky’s sweater which he must’ve ditched in the middle of the night. But none of that bothered you for a second. You were just too glad to be in this bed with your soulmate, cocooned lovingly in the sheets.

Bucky’s hoarse morning voice broke the silence, “Good morning.”

You smirked. “Good morning.” You shifted on your side and Bucky removed his arm from your waist, letting you get comfortable. The other arm around your shoulder stayed put. Quite surprisingly, it was his metal one. You could see Bucky’s torso completely now, the light from the sun hitting him in just the right way. Your eyes traveled from his arm to his shoulder, looking curiously. He was a fascinating phenomenon that you couldn’t believe was yours.

Thankfully, Bucky didn’t shiver away at the interest you were taking again in his arm and instead, indulged in your curiosity. “What’s going on in that pretty brain of yours?”

Your eyes snapped back to Bucky’s face. Your cheeks heated up from the question, feeling like you were caught doing something wrong. But Bucky didn’t look at all upset. Slowly, your eyes drifted back down and your hand came up to caress the base of his neck, just barely skimming his shoulder. He shuddered under the feeling.

“Does it… Does it hurt or anything?” You asked, suddenly feeling very stupid the second the words left your mouth. You bit your lip, trying to find the words to peddle back, but Bucky didn’t seem very bothered by it.

“No,” he shook his head. “I guess I don’t think much about it now. It’s just part of me. Obviously.”

You nodded, still letting your hand trace invisible patterns on his skin. “And you use it to fight bad guys?”

Bucky chuckled. “You’re still on that, huh?” You smirked and shrugged, wordlessly asking him to continue. “I… I help where I can. Don’t think it’s much to get excited about it but I like to think I have a hand in making the world better. It’s the least I could do since…” His words trailed off, leaving a kind of heaviness in the conversation. Bucky’s eyes lost their softness. They were beginning to water up but before any tear could escape, he spoke again. “You know, I actually am glad you brought this up. I have a mission soon.”

Your brows furrowed. “What?” 

He nodded and sat up in the bed, untangling you two. You followed his motions, gripping the blanket to you as you now sat side-by-side. 

“Should just be for a day or so. Mainly just gathering intel, nothing really crazy from the looks of it, but I still wanted to let you know.”

“W-When?”

“Tomorrow.”

Your jaw went slack. “You have a mission to leave for tomorrow and I’m just now hearing about it?”

Despite your rising anger, you let Bucky take your hand in his. He rubbed soft circles on your skin. “Doll, I promise, I didn’t know about it until yesterday morning.”

“Were you going to tell me?” You were a bit surprised by how softly your words came out, just barely making it above a whisper. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears, worry and uncertainty course through you. You didn’t know what these missions could really entail. Could they really just be intel gathering? What if stuff goes wrong? Stuff goes wrong all the time, right? Your head was swimming and all you really knew was that you were losing your soulmate for a bit. Sure, you had gone your entire life without him (and he went without you much longer) but now you two were connected. It was practically set in stone. The situation had changed drastically and now he was leaving to do God knows what…

Bucky let out a sigh, the noise forcing you out of your worried thoughts. He spoke gently as if sensing the uneasiness within you, “Yes, I planned to, doll, I just didn’t know how to bring it up. When you asked about my job again, I just jumped on the opportunity, okay? I swear, I wasn’t going to just disappear.”

You wrapped your arm around his, leaning closer to rest your head in the crook of his neck. He shifted to welcome the touch. 

“You can’t disappear,” you whispered. “After what happened that night on the phone…” It flashed back. The dial tone in your ear, the thought of Bucky gone in the night. You didn’t want to remember those feelings, really. “You gotta promise me you’re going to be safe.”

Bucky let out a soft chuckle and you possibly would’ve found it comical, it was actually quite funny asking an ex-assassin to be safe, but thanks to the bond, there wasn’t anything funny about anything. You couldn’t imagine even having to put a bandaid on him. 

“I’ll be safe, doll,” he said. “Try not to worry.”

You scoffed. “Impossible.”

A moment passed before Bucky reached to cup the side of your face. Instinctively, you brought your face up to meet his. His expression as he stared back with a true whirlwind of emotions. Sadness, appreciation, love… But he didn’t express anything outwardly, and instead just placed his lips on yours. His body pressed into you as the kiss deepened, slowly pushing you back to the bed. You two fell back once again into the entanglement of one another. 

***

“You’re going to be okay, right?” 

“Yes, sweetheart, I’ll be fine.”

You tried giving an understanding nod but still, all you felt was worry as you and Bucky stood outside your apartment building saying your goodbyes. It was early and he had made sure to stop by before you had to leave for work. You thought you two had said your goodbyes in more ways than one yesterday but he wasn’t leaving so easily and you were secretly glad.

“I’m just making sure,” you sighed and reached to grab his hand. He accepted, intertwining your fingers.

“I know,” he nodded. “Are you going to be okay?”

You raised your brows. “Me?” You let out a small laugh. “I’m not the one going on a mission to do who knows what in God knows where.”

Bucky shook his head, a small smirk on his lips. “No, but I still have to make sure you’re safe here.”

“Bucky, I’ve spent a lot of time alone. I’m going to be just fine.”

Bucky’s expression morphed into something unsettling. He looked quite distressed at your comment, which you hadn’t truly expected, but hearing it out loud, you wanted to cringe at the statement. It was probably the most uncomfortable reminder but Bucky didn’t mention anything about it.

“I’m just making sure.” He repeated your words as a teasing remark, making you let out a small sigh of relief.

In a quick last-minute move, you pulled him closer to place a loving kiss on his lips. He smiled into it as his other hand came up to caress your cheek. Warmth raced through you as he broke the kiss.

“Have a good day at work, doll.”

“Have a good mission, Buck.”

***

You thanked your lucky stars that work today was ridiculously slow. It was almost the weekend but the usual rush of morning folks had dwindled pretty fast. Truly, though, this was a best-case scenario in your eyes because in between the fleeting customers and out of the watchful gaze of your boss, you took time to send Bucky some texts. While, yes, you knew he hated texting (who could blame him with the T9 keyboard he was working with) but you still thought they would be nice for him to read. 

I’m sure you’re high off in the sky getting briefed on your task but I wanted to wish you luck. You hit send with a goofy grin feeling a bit silly and a bit… concerned. Your worry for Bucky hadn’t stopped and you knew most likely it was consequences of being separated from your soulmate but you wished the gnawing at your soul would quit it. Still, though, a part of you felt giddy being able to send him cute little things while he was gone.

Your coworker took notice of your behavior quite quickly. As she came around the counter  restocking the syrups, she asked, “What’s got you all lovestruck?”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your smile. “Bucky’s gone for a bit and I was just sending him a little love note.”

Your coworker chuckled. “A love note. Oh, how far you two have come.” With that sentiment, she went back to her restocking, leaving you to stare at your phone. You nodded to yourself realizing, yeah, you and Bucky had come far. You didn’t know if all relationships hit the gas pedal but there had always been an urgency with you even before ever looking at Bucky. You had wanted this for a while, always unsure if you would get it thanks to what the nightmares showed, but now it was real. It was as Bucky said, if it felt right to you two, then it must be.

Thinking of you. You sent off another little message before sliding your phone back into your pocket. You waited the rest of your shift but never received anything back, not that you really expected it, though. You figured if he had time to call, he was going to wait for that opportunity. 

Eventually, the clock hit quitting time and you exited the coffee shop, waving a brief goodbye to your coworker. Standing on the sidewalk, you half expected to maybe see Bucky eager to walk you home or take you to dinner but the street was gravely empty. You shook off the unusual thought and began your journey home. 

It was a fairly quiet night and you were thankful for that. It gave you a chance to just be with yourself for a second after a whirlwind of days and nights with Bucky by your side. Maybe this distance would be good, you thought. The distance creates a need and your reunion would be unlike anything you had ever felt before. You blushed at the thought.

You made your way into your apartment building and up the stairs. Unlocking your door, you threw down your items and began getting ready for bed. The softness of it was just begging for you. While you would’ve loved to be back in Bucky’s, you were dying for a bit of sleep to maybe ease your hyperactive thoughts of your soulmate and his mission. 

After taking off your make-up and getting on your pajamas, you crawled under the covers. Sleep hit you almost immediately, a new occurrence you were getting used to. You never really recalled a time when you were welcoming sleep with open arms.

But maybe you were counting your blessings too soon. Tonight ended up not being how it had been for the past few days. The nightmares came back in a sudden rush, way too fast for you to even think about what the hell was going on. You felt so lost, being pushed so many steps back in your progress, as scenes of fighting and guns blazing flashed in and out without any warning. The emotions came back as well. Need and anger were swelling in your heart as you fought and fought within the nightmares. Everything began feeling…so real. The nightmares felt strong as your body felt it had a mind of its own, tossing around your bed in panic as your brain filled with the images and… yells?

You were shaking now. You didn’t remember hearing sounds in your nightmares before but everything can be suppressed if you’re traumatized enough, you figured. But there was just something within you that didn’t feel right. Granted, nothing was right about the nightmares but this was different… these sounds felt real and sudden… Your brain was screaming. What the...

Something cold hit your back. At first, you had thought your blanket fell off but when you went to grab it, you found your hands were bound together. Real panic, nothing of the dream kind, raced through you. Your eyes bolted open. 

You didn't find your blanket because it wasn’t there. You weren’t in your bed. Hell, you weren’t even in your apartment. You were alone, shoved into a dark cell, your back pressed against a cold, metal wall. The panic was settling in but you couldn’t find the strength to react besides staring around frantically in the dark. You couldn’t make out anything, barely able to even see your own body. It was deadly silent.

You began praying to whatever was out there that this was just a dream, that you just really couldn't wake up, you had only thought you woke up. But that just wasn’t the case and a sad part of you really knew it. Nightmares suddenly weren’t just reserved for bedtime.

[luxekook]

the golden boy | jjk

» pairing: phys. ed. teacher!jk x biology teacher!reader » genre: enemies to lovers, smut » summary: the new physical education teacher insulted you the moment you met him, and you’ve given him hell ever since. if only you didn’t think that he was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen and that he was so much fun to play with. » word count: 2.5k » warnings: 18+, cursing, switch!jk, dom!reader, jk says something dumb, sexism, reader is a bad bish, jungkook is whipped, declarations of ownership from kook lol, smut (slight noona kink, oral (f receiving), biting, hair pulling)

» request: @jeonstime​ said: JUNGKOOK + COCKTAIL PLZ

as part of the bangtanhq drinks and drabbles challenge

“And this is Dr. (Y/l/n), the head of our science department and biology teacher. You’ll be working closely with her to create the Sexual Education curriculum,” Principal Kim introduces you to the newly hired P.E. teacher. “(Y/n), this is Jeon Jungkook.”

You nod at this new arrival, extending your palm towards him. Jungkook is attractive as hell, if you’re being honest with yourself. Your eyes flick over the lean muscle of his body and the wide-eyed beauty of his face. It’s too bad you are swearing off men for the time being after a particularly bad first date last week.

“I thought you would be a dude,” He mumbles after a long pause, looking you over in confusion. Your nostrils flare as you rescind your hand before Jungkook can even move to shake it.

“And why is that?” You fold your arms in front of your chest. You have faced incredulity before from a plethora of men - and women - about your chosen career path. Most women and minority groups in STEM fields have. It is part of the reason why you have forgone the route of lab work like a number of your fellow doctoral graduates in favor of high school education. You want your young students to feel empowered to become epidemiologists and astronauts and brain surgeons no matter their gender, their race, their sexual orientation. 

And you want to eradicate the exact kind of reaction that Jungkook is giving you. Your glare is ice cold and absolute as you pin it on him. Kim Namjoon, your principal, is facepalming from beside this new boy and is looking at you with pleading eyes to diffuse the situation. But, fuck that noise.

“I-I don’t know?” Jungkook finally blurts out, running a strong hand through his mess of chocolate brown hair, “I’m sorry, (Y/n).” His cheeks are flushed prettily, and you almost cave. You almost assure this Jungkook that his remark is nothing new. You almost begin to picture tugging him into the hidden closet on the third floor and— You cut off that train of thought. 

“That’s Dr. (Y/l/n) to you, Mr. Jeon,” You turn to leave, pausing briefly to look at the duo of men over your shoulder, “Welcome to Bangtan High School.” With that, you stalk down the corridor. Your heels clicking emphatically as you leave the infuriatingly handsome and ignorant new hire in your dust.

You miss the longing sigh and the heart eyes that Jungkook sends after you. You miss Namjoon placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and saying, “You royally fucked up, kid.” And you miss the way Jungkook scrunches his nose and pouts forlornly, “I know…”

The beginning of the school year arrives the following week. On the first day, you make sure to pick an impeccable first day outfit that screams ‘I’m a fucking badass bitch, and I will end sexism as we know it’. Of course, it’s an impossible task for any outfit to achieve, but your knee length black dress and black Louboutin heels come pretty damn close.

When you enter the doors of the high school at 6:30am, you look ready to kill. And when you lay eyes on Jeon Jungkook exiting the teacher’s lounge with a steaming hot mug of coffee looking like a snack, you think you just might. As soon as you start down the hallway towards him, Jungkook looks up at you and subsequently chokes.

You smirk, maybe you wouldn't have to get your hands dirty after all. “Morning, Jeon,” You sashay past him to enter the lounge he just exited. Unfortunately, he follows.

“G-good morning, Dr. (Y/l/n),” Jungkook says softly from your side as you prepare your own cup of caffeinated bliss, “I wanted to apologize for last week.” 

You face him, eyebrows raised as you wait for him to continue. He blushes under your undivided attention and mumbles, “I’m really sorry. I realize that I sounded like a complete sexist asshole, and that isn’t me. I hope we can start over?”

God, he’s giving you the most adorable puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. His curls are in complete disarray once again with one falling just so perfectly over his forehead. It’s honestly unfair that he looks this good at this infernal hour. Just for that alone, you let him sweat for a few more minutes as you turn back to finish making your coffee.

Finally, you address him, “Apology accepted.” He smiles widely, his eyes gleaming, and he opens his mouth to say something. You can’t have that. You place a finger over his plush lips and move closer to him, “But let me just say this. If you ever, ever say something like that in front of my kids, I will end you.” You grin wickedly up at him as you try to ignore just how good his lips feel under your finger and how much better they would feel on your—

“Good morning, Jungkook! Good morning, (Y/n)!” Vice Principal Kim Seokjin scurries into the teacher’s lounge somehow looking like he just woke up and stepped off the runway at New York Fashion Week simultaneously. “Happy first day of school!”

You pull your hand away from Jungkook’s mouth, grab your coffee, and head towards the door. “Back at you, Jin. Bye, Jeon,” You kick open the door with your heel and shoot them a small smile on your way out.

You miss the way that Jungkook adjusts himself in his low slung track pants. You miss the way Jin shakes his head amusedly after your departure and tells Jungkook, “That one’s a hurricane wrapped in a deceivingly cute package.” And you miss the way Jungkook nods absentmindedly as he licks his lips, ideas forming in his head…

The first weeks of school always fly by for you with new faces to learn, new courses to prepare, new material to deliver. You love every minute that you spent with your students. 

But, you hate every last second that you spend hearing about the amazing new P.E. teacher and how handsome and sweet he is. It seems that everyone, aside from you, is completely whipped for Jungkook. Even your own students bring him up in your classroom, telling you about the new physical fitness regimen he has them on and raving about how cute he is. 

Don’t even get you started on how much you despise seeing Jungkook in the hallways, in the teacher’s lounge, in the cafeteria. He seems to be everywhere you go, almost as if he tracks your location. He even pops his head into your classroom during your free period to say a shy, soft ‘hello, Dr. (Y/l/n)’ that sends you into a feral state each time.

Fuck, what is it about him that makes you go insane? One day last week you had even walked past the gym and had stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of a sweaty Jungkook wiping his face with the hem of his t-shirt. It had been a whole lot of abs and a whole lot more fuel for your fantasies. 

It absolutely doesn’t help that you constantly catch him staring at you - your body, your legs, your mouth. You had even overheard him ranting to the media teacher Kim Taehyung about how sexy you are when you ignore him, how he wants you to like him, how he longs to please you.

You are at the absolute end of your tether - especially because you and Jungkook are supposed to begin constructing the Sex Ed. curriculum together soon. Just the thought of discussing anything sexual with the boy gives you way too many dirty ideas. You decide that you might as well just rip the bandaid off so to speak, and so the next time you spot that curly head of his wandering past your classroom after school, you gesture for him to come in with your pointer finger.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he stumbles into your classroom. “Shut the door, please,” You say, getting up from your desk chair. 

“Am I in trouble?” He jokes as he follows your orders. You glare at the tempting expanse of his back, his tapered waist, his tight ass.

And so you cannot resist teasing him. “Hm, do you want to be in trouble with me, Jeon?” You smirk at him as he faces you once again, his throat bobbing as he swallows.

“Maybe,” Jungkook mumbles. He fiddles with one of the rings on his fingers, a nervous habit no doubt. 

You slowly walk towards him, your hips swaying. Stopping inches away from him, you grab his hand to stop his movements, “You’re a restless little boy, aren’t you?” You flip his palm over and place your hand in his, reveling in the size difference. 

“W-what are you doing, Dr. (Y/l/n)?” Jungkook looks at you like he isn’t sure if he should run or kneel at your feet. You hope you can convince him to choose the latter.

You shift closer to him still and bring your mouth to his ear, “I’m playing with you, Jungkook.” 

A whine bubbles up from his throat, “Say my name again. Please. I’ll do anything.”

You drop his hand and step away from him. Moving back to your desk, you prop yourself up on it and cross your legs. Your pencil skirt rides up just enough to show the garters of your tights. Jungkook chokes. You grin.

“I know you will, Jeon,” You continue to smile as he scowls at the use of his last name, “I heard what you said to Tae. You want to please me?”

Rather than be embarrassed like you thought, Jungkook swiftly approaches you and sinks to your feet. How divine. He gazes up at you with a mix of lust and hope, “Yes, more than anything, Dr. (Y/l/n).”

You slowly uncross your legs, giving him a glimpse of the lace that lies underneath your skirt. “Call me (y/n).”

His eyes widen further than you thought possible as he nibbles on his lip, “O-okay, (y/n).”

“Good boy,” You purr, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. Jungkook leans into your touch, sighing.

Hesitantly, he looks up at you, his pupils blown out, “Can I touch you, (y/n)?”

“I suppose,” The words barely pass your lips before his hands are on you. His touch is tentative at first, running his hands slowly up your calves. He surprises you by placing a soft kiss to the inside of your knee, and for once you’re mad at yourself for wearing your favorite garter set. 

His touch becomes more assured as he moves higher, his fingers digging into your thighs, his mouth placing hot kisses higher and higher. And before he can move his fingers over your panties, you tug his head back with your hand tangled in his hair.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to touch me there, Jungkook,” You frown, feigning disappointment.

His pout is fierce in response, “But, (y/n), you’re so wet. You smell so good. Please let me taste you. Let me make you come. I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Please.” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” You sigh, “I can just call someone else who I already know will make me come hard.”

Jungkook bites your inner thigh, and you moan before you can stop yourself.

“You’re mine,” He glares up at you, “You’re my scary smart noona. Your orgasms belong to me.”

You push him backwards by placing the sole of your heel on his forehead, “And when was this decided? And why was I not consulted?”

“It was decided as soon as you looked at me,” Jungkook says like that should have been common knowledge, “And I didn’t tell you because I thought you would reject me.”

“And you don’t think I’ll still reject you?” You arch an eyebrow.

“No,” Jungkook grins, his hand coming up to grab your ankle, “I think you like me.” He tugs your leg over his shoulder, bringing you closer to him. His gaze flicks between your pussy and your eyes.

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re so infuriating. I can’t understand why I like you, but I do. Despite your terrible first impression, your annoyingly cute ass has gotten my attention.”

Jungkook’s grin is blinding, “So you do like me!”

“Against my better judgement,” You sigh, your lips twitching as you can’t help but stare fondly down at the smiling boy between your legs. “Now, are you going to please me, baby? Or just stare?”

Jungkook lunges forward, hitching your thigh further over his shoulder and pushing your underwear to the side. Barely pausing to breathe, his hot mouth is on you, closing over your clit without warning. You hum in pleasure, and Jungkook pauses to grin up at you. 

“So responsive, noona,” The honorific rolling off his tongue, “And you taste so delicious. You’re so wet for me—”

You groan, “Jungkook, for the love of god, shut up and make me come.”

Jungkook sends you one last shit-eating grin before his tongue returns to lick at your pussy, up and down. His mouth finally returns to your clit, sucking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it. 

Your hand once again winds its way into his curls, pushing him harder against you. He moans into your pussy.

The sight of the boy you’ve lusted after and slightly hated for so long being tongue deep in your pussy practically pushes you over the edge already. God, why hadn’t you done this sooner? You think to yourself as Jungkook brings his fingers up to your folds and parts them.

His tongue sinks into you, your hips buck slightly against his face. His other hand comes around to steady you - and to grab your ass. Jungkook’s tongue flicks in and out of you, and you feel the heat building up. 

“Jungkook,” You moan, hand tugging at his hair, “Harder, baby.”

Your words have their desired effect as he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and places his mouth back on your clit. You moan as his fingers curl inside you, the rings cool to the touch as they brush your walls. You come with a gasp. Jungkook continues to fuck you with his fingers and his mouth, carrying you through your orgasm.

He licks up everything you give him, and when you gently push him off you, he licks his fingers clean. “Well?” Jungkook leans back on his heels, “Are you going to need to call anyone else after I made you come like that?”

“That depends,” You laugh, “Are you going to keep making me come like that?”

Jungkook nods, his gaze dead serious as he says, “(Y/n), noona, you’re never getting rid of me after that.”

“Oh my,” You tease, “Whatever did I get myself into?”

And his answering smile is breathtaking.

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

[leviaju]

𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎-𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔

beelzebub x gender neutral reader

nsfw

1.6k+ words

anonymous asked: Can I request a oneshot or Drabble of Mc sitting in beels sweater and then he loses it n ends up cockwarming them cuz they’re so cute? >\\< ily -🌸

oooOOOOOOO an anon after my own heart!!!! love cockwarming, just so intimate!! this one is on the softer side, but still nsfw for obvious reasons

also i changed the title from 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 cuz i realized that anyone who saw a notification on my phone would know that i’m actually secretly a hoe! 

“Baby.”

The sound comes in a low hum, reverberating through the chest that your head rests on. You snuggle in closer, hands trailing the warm skin underneath you. For a few beats, all you can hear is the two of you breathing, and the lift of his chest every time he takes in air.

“Cupcake...”

He sounds a bit more imploring now. The arm that had been holding you against him loosens a bit, and you whine, gripping him tighter. Above your head, you can hear a low chuckle, and you tilt your head up. His hair is a mess still, thanks to your hands tugging and carding through the roots, but it’s the blush on his face that captures your attention more than anything else. The highs of his cheeks are still a pretty pink colour, dyed by exertion, and your heart swells. Beelzebub leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

And then you hear, and feel, a loud grumble from his stomach.

“Dumpling, I really love you, but…” Beelzebub trails off, looking abashed as he smiles shyly. As much as you hate the thought of letting go of him and losing your heat source -- your room is so cold, why is it always so cold? -- you know he can’t help it. Laughing quietly, you slowly slide yourself off of him, already missing his presence despite him not even leaving your bed yet.

“No worries. Can you bring me back something too?” You hum at his grin, and can’t help but smile back. Beelzebub crawls out from under your bed covers and walks over to the other side of your room, searching for the boxers he has discarded early on in the night. Whistling as he bends over to grab them off of the floor, you bury your bare body further under your blankets. The bed is already cooling down without his heat. Beelzebub laughs softly, shaking his head before making his way to the door.

“Of course. I’ll be right back,” he smiles, shutting the door behind him quietly. Everything is too quiet now, without his breaths, without his heartbeat against your ear. Especially after the extended intimacy of the night, you’re desperate to fill yourself to the brim with him once more, craving the touch of his skin. Not only that, but his body heat as well. Even for a demon, who naturally have higher body temperatures than humans, Beel runs hot; it proves extremely beneficial, especially because the House is always kept so damn cold. What that also means, though, is that at times like this, you’re left even colder than you’d started.

Soon enough, however, your saviour comes into view. While you much prefer to have Beelzebub at your side, his sweater will do. You’ve always loved the sweater; it looks so good on him, and is worn down just enough so that it became one of the comfiest things that you’ve ever worn. It’s also big, even on him. What this means was that when you put it on, you can practically swim in the soft fabric. You don’t get to wear it often, as it’s his favourite and therefore always on his body, but you’ll be damned if you’re going to pass up this chance. Psyching yourself up for a moment, you prepare to bear the cold air with no protection from your blankets. Okay… okay.

First, you decide to slowly peel the sheets out from under you. Nope! Nope. Bad idea. That draws it out and makes it worse, and already your nipples are getting hard from the chill. Okay, no… gotta do it like a bandaid.

Damn it all.

Quickly, you pull the blankets from your body. The movement causes cold air to fan against your body and you curse, but manage to waddle as fast as you can towards the sweater, despite the initial shaking in your knees when you climbed off of your mattress. Beelzebub is always kind to you in bed, and the soreness is a delicious reminder of what just occurred, but it still inhibits your ability to move very fast. Nevertheless, you manage to lift his sweater off of the table in your room, where it had been thrown haphazardly, and tug it on. It’s cold from being left alone for so long, but the scent that fills your nose makes up for it tenfold. Pushing the sleeves up so that they bunch at your wrist, you zip up the sweater, and once again find yourself completely surrounded by comfort. For a moment you stand there, relishing the feeling, but it doesn’t take long for you to notice the chill air on your legs causing goosebumps, and you sigh. Now just to make your way back to bed, and…

“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I grabbed all of it.”

You can hear the smile on Beelzebub’s face through his voice, and can’t help but smile back. Turning around to face the door, you see a stack of various snacks, some with bites taken out of them already, completely hiding your boyfriend’s face. Beel walks over to the table in your room and sets the snacks down, before casting his gaze on you.

“Do you want some of…” His voice quiets to a murmur and you tilt your head, walking up to him. As soon as you’re within arm’s reach Beel pulls you in, holding you close against his body. Already, against your leg, you can feel something semi-hard prodding your thigh.

“Beel?’

“Sorry,” he mutters into your shoulder, arms tightening around your waist. “I was thinking about you the whole time I was in the kitchen, thinking about what we did.”

His voice takes on the low tone that he only ever uses in bed, and once again your legs shake. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“You’re insatiable,” you laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t know how much more I can handle, though. We’ve already done it more than usual.” Your reply is honest, and even though Beel tries to hide it, you can feel him deflate a bit. To make up for it, you squeeze him for a moment. He’s quiet, thoughtful.

“Could I just be inside you? Wanna be close. You’re too cute.”

Your heart pounds at the thought, and you take a few moments to consider. There’s no harm, right? And with little Beel poking at your leg, growing bigger by the second… who are you to say no?

“Alright. Yeah, okay. That sounds g-- ah!” Breathe evades you for a moment as Beelzebub lifts you without a second thought, carrying you in his arms. He takes a step towards the bed, hesitates a few moments, then grabs a few snacks from the table to place on your nightstand. Despite how exhausted you are, your body responds to the thought of him being inside you once again, twitching subtly. You’re still… prepared. He’d wiped you down afterwards, but that doesn’t change the fact that he came in you almost every time, leaving your insides wet and weeping. Even now, he can just slip in and not be met with any resistance, and the thought itself is delectable.

Ever so gently he places you on the bed, and you roll to your side. He tugs off his boxers before making his way into bed behind you. Already, you can see he’s fully hard, and it takes all you have not to bite your lip at the thought. He’s so fucking big. Maybe you’re up for one more round?

The ache in your body as he pulls you closer says otherwise, however, and you sigh. This might be enough, then.

“You’re so cute,” Beel murmurs against the back of your head, one arm slipping its way under his… no, your sweater, to wrap around your waist. The other, you feel, is positioning his tip against your entrance, and you find yourself clenching around nothing in anticipation. You can hear Beel lick his lips.

Your body shivers.

“So adorable,” he murmurs half-mindedly, pushing in the tip agonizingly slowly. A shaky breath finds its way into your lungs, and you slip your arm under the sweater, placing it over his and squeezing gently with your hand. He hums.

“I love seeing you in my clothes, did you know that? Makes you look so small and cute.”

He pushes in another inch and, as you expected, is met with no resistance. The multiple rounds before had prepared you well. “And makes you smell like me.”

You can feel him smile against the back of your head as he tightens his grip on you momentarily. His hips stutter, and he swallows hard.

“And makes me smell like you, too. Afterwards, I mean. When you give it back.”

This is something you’ll always appreciate about Beelzebub. Despite knowing you’re more than ready to take him quickly, he makes sure to go slow, lifting his head to check your expression to ensure you weren’t in any pain. When he notices your furrowed brows he worries, but the flush of your cheeks and redness of your bottom lip tells him otherwise, and he leans down to press a kiss to the shell of your ear.

Finally, he’s fully seated inside you. You sigh, almost grateful that he doesn’t have to move anymore, and allow your body to fully relax. Now, you can fully appreciate the feeling of him inside you, how big he is. Beelzebub presses a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, and you feel him move his lips to speak a few moments before any sound comes out.

“... Are you sure you can’t go another round, Muffin?”

You laugh, and the feeling causes him to shudder. As much as you’d like to… you’re tired. Your body aches and your eyelids are so heavy it’s hard to keep them open. Without you answering, Beel knows. You reply anyways.

“Maybe later. For now, just hold me?”

And who is he to turn you down?

[beneathstarryskies]

The Escort

Pairing: Gene Takovic (Saul Goodman, Jimmy McGill) x OC

Word Count: 2,433 (yes, I know I said I was doing drabbles. I got carried away.)

Warnings: Smut, Prostitution, Age Difference

It would be a lie for Gene to claim he’d never solicited sex from a prostitute. In fact back in the “golden days” when he was still known as Saul Goodman, he did so on a somewhat regular basis. Back then he could afford it, and he wasn’t so fucking miserable he couldn’t enjoy it.

He used to have a girl on retainer back in Albuquerque. Her name was Cindy. She was always happy to see him, and sometimes the sweet part of him (the last little part of Jimmy McGill he could never quite get rid of) wondered if she actually liked him. He remembers the day he told her that he wouldn’t be coming around anymore. It was the same day he’d come to realize that he did actually like her, also the same day shit hit the fan and he realized he’d have to leave town. For a second when he saw the panic in her eyes he’d considered taking her with him. When he settled into his life as Gene Takovic, there were many lonely nights he wished he’d done just that. 

Instead he settled into this lonely routine. Work, home, work, home, work, home. Eventually not giving much thought to his old habits. He’d become a bit more focused on missing the power he had possessed as Saul Goodman. He’d felt bullet proof until Walter-fucking-White showed up. There was no love lost there when he’d seen on the news that the man had been killed. It served him right as far as Gene was concerned. 

It wasn’t until his “birthday” that he’d even thought of solicitation again. When a few employees gave him a birthday card with a business card for an escort service tucked inside. They’d all laughed at their own cleverness, but then as Gene stood there with the card in his hands it had grown silent. They began to worry their boss hadn’t gotten the joke. Then, he let out a choked laugh and said something along the lines of “oh, you guys”. When they weren’t looking, he slipped the card into his pocket. He stuck it on his refrigerator when he got home. Every so often he’d walk by and look at it. He’d consider calling the number, but always successfully find a reason not to. 

One morning as he ate his cereal at the counter, his eyes were drawn once again to the business card. A nagging loneliness had long since begun digging into his chest, but suddenly it seemed to be burrowed deep inside of him.  He knows that hiring an escort would more or less be like putting a bandaid on a stab wound, but maybe for just one night it’d be nice to not lay down by himself. He thinks of Kim, the woman he’d loved back when he was still good ol’ Jimmy McGill. And he thinks of Cindy, the sweet faced prostitute from Albuquerque who might be the only woman on the face of the Earth who actually liked him as Saul Goodman. He remembers the simplicity of just having someone to talk to, to touch, to fuck. He doesn’t remember a time when he’d been filled with so much yearning. So, he calls the number. A woman with a raspy voice answers the phone. He almost hangs up, but forces himself not to. 

“Yeah, uh, I was looking to set up a meeting with one of your escorts-” 

“What kind of girl? Hair color preference? Anything particular you want or don’t want?”

“I just would like a girl,” Gene realizes he sounds fucking ridiculous. He’d never used an actual escort service before. He sighs, “Someone I can talk to.” 

“So you want a smart girl?” 

“Sure,” he concedes. “And pretty.” 

He gives the woman his contact information so she can call back later to arrange the meeting. She gives him some information and asks that he wires the money for the service fee.  When he goes to get ready for work, he finds he has a bit more pep in his step. A few hours later the woman calls back to let him know they’d found him a girl. They agree for her to meet him at a local hotel on Friday night. They’ll meet at the hotel bar, and the woman emphasizes that where things go from there will be up to the escort. 

He’s more nervous when the time finally comes around than he’d anticipated. For much longer than necessary he fusses with himself in the mirror. He tousles then recombs his thinning hair multiple times before finally leaving it alone. He dresses in a nice pair of slacks and a button up shirt. He tries not to stand out, but worries at the same time that he looks like a loser. 

He’s sitting at the hotel bar sipping on a cheap whiskey neat by exactly 8:00. There’s a good spot at the corner of the bar where he can see the entrance without looking like he’s actively watching the entrance, and that’s where he stays. Then, a brunette enters the bar. She’s wearing a dark blue dress that’s figure hugging, but yet it doesn’t look slutty. He recognizes her immediately from the email the agency had sent him. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every face before settling on him. He waves shyly, and she smiles before approaching.

“Gene?” she asks. 

“That’s me,” his voice comes out in a croak. 

“Great,” she smiles. “I’m Elise.” 

“Can I get you a drink?” he asks. 

She nods, “Yeah, I’ll get a rum and Coke.” 

Gene feels nervous as he repeats her order to the bartender. He wipes his palms on his pants before realizing how ridiculous that is to do in front of her, and then grabs his drink with both hands in an attempt to look calm. If she can tell how nervous he is, she doesn’t comment on it. The bartender sets her drink down in front of her, and she eagerly takes a drink of it. Gene wonders how experienced she is with this, if at all. 

“I got a room,” he says quietly. 

Her cheeks flush now, and he takes it as a confirmation of his previous curiosity. 

“Oh,” she takes another deep drink from the glass. “We can head up there if you want.” 

He nods, but not exactly for the reasons she likely thought. Despite knowing this isn’t the case, he can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching. He leaves some money on the counter before standing up. He offers her his arm, and when she stands up she graciously intertwines hers with his. They walk arm in arm to the elevator. An uneasy silence between them as they make their way to the room. 

Once there, she hesitates for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed. Gene sits beside her, and notices her hands shaking a bit. 

“So, what do you do, Gene?” she asks. 

He groans, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

“That bad, huh?” she laughs nervously. 

“It’s like a fall from grace,” he shakes his head. 

“Well, at least you’ve been high enough to fall,” she says. There’s a sadness in her eyes he doesn’t like, but somehow recognizes. She shakes her head, “Anyway. Enough of that.” 

She stands up and kicks off her high heels. A forced air of confidence trying to cover her insecurity, yet another thing he recognizes from a past version of himself. 

“So, what do you want to talk about?” she asks as she leans against the tv stand in front of him. 

Gene’s eyes wander up from her bare feet, tracing her curves before finally settling on her face. In this light she looked a lot younger than she had in the bar. Maybe in her early twenties. 

I must look fucking ancient. 

“I’m not sure I want to talk anymore,” he confesses. 

She bites her lip as she thinks more about what he’s insinuating. She steps forward and cups his face in her soft hands. Her thumbs soothe along his cheekbones as he lifts his eyes to look at her. 

“That’s okay,” she whispers before leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. 

He sighs against her lips, and when she tries to pull away he finds himself pulling her closer. He keeps pulling her closer and closer until she’s straddling his lap. His arms are wrapped around her waist, holding her tight against him as he buries his face into the crook of her neck. Taking in her sweet scent, and leaving kisses along her soft skin. 

“You shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers to her. “You seem too nice.” 

“Even nice girls fall on hard times,” she replies. 

He kisses her lips roughly, yet when his hands move up her back they’re tender. He finds the zipper to her dress, and eagerly pulls it down. She leans back slightly so he can pull the garment over her head and toss it to the side. His large hands roam over her skin, enjoying the way she feels so smooth beneath his touch. He’s pleased to find she’s not wearing a bra, but just a pair of lace panties.

He soothes his hands up her bare back, then circles them around to cup her breasts. He tilts his head back to look at her. Her cheeks are still tinged with pink, but when their eyes meet she doesn’t have the same uneasiness he’d seen before. She pulls him into a sweet kiss, before leaning back so her fingers can begin working the buttons of his shirt. She pushes the light blue shirt off his shoulders. Being skin to skin causes Gene to slow things down a bit. He holds her close again, just wanting to take in the feeling of having someone against him. He lets his lips explore the curve of her neck before dipping down to kiss her breasts. 

As he touches her he tries to pretend it’s not because he’s paying her, although that’s futile. Why else would a woman like her want to be with Gene Tokavic, Cinnabon Manager? He pulls away, causing her to whimper at the sudden loss of contact. A worried look paints her features. 

“Did I do something wrong, Gene?” she asks softly, her fingertips tracing the lines along the sides of his mouth. 

“No,” he sighs. “You’re fine.”

“Oh?” 

“No, not like that,” Gene shakes his head. “You’re beautiful.” 

She smiles, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah, just perfect actually,” he sighs. “It’s me. I’m not, well, anything.” 

She steps forward, “That’s not true. Everyone is someone.” 

“Not anymore,” he shakes his head. 

Her hands move from his face to his shoulders. She rubs his arms softly before moving them to be wrapped around her waist again. She presses a soft kiss against his cheek, before leaving a trail down his neck.

“You know this kind of thing used to be easy for me,” he says. “I don’t know when I’ve gotten so conflicted.” 

She lifts her head up to look at him again, her blue eyes filled with understanding. 

“Everyone changes,” she shrugs. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, just enjoy being here. Right now.”

She stands up and unbuckles his pants. He raises his hips slightly to help her pull his pants along with his underwear off. She takes his cock in her hands, and strokes softly. Earning a soft moan from him. 

“The present isn’t so bad, hm?” she smirks. 

“Not at all,” he agrees. 

She lowers herself onto her knees in front of him. Her tongue circles the head of his cock, and the noise that escapes him is a desperate whimper.

“Fuck,” he groans. 

 She takes him deeper in her mouth, pulls off with a smack, then takes even more. She repeats this action a couple more times before she takes his full length in her mouth. He grunts when the tip of his cock hits the back of her throat. She begins bobbing her head in a steady motion.  Her tongue glides along his shaft with each move she makes. He feels that familiar tension building, and he cups her cheek to stop her.     “I’m gonna cum,” he warns. 

She pulls back, wiping a bit of saliva away from her lips. 

“That’s okay if it’s what you want,” she reminds him.  

“I want to fuck you,” he growls. 

She bites her lip to suppress the smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. So many of the other escorts had warned her to have low expectations. But something in Gene’s eyes made it hard not to feel excited as she stood up. Immediately his hands are on her hips, pulling her back onto his lap. She makes a surprised squeak, but doesn’t protest. He dips two fingers into her entrance, pleased with how wet she’d gotten. 

“Tell me you want it,” he tries to sound dominating, but it comes out a bit more desperate than he would’ve liked. 

“I do,” she whines. 

“You what?” 

“I want you to fuck me.” 

With those words he flips them over so he’s on top of her. Without warning, he pushes inside of her roughly. Her fingernails dig into his shoulder blades when he pulls out, then enters her again. 

“Fuck me,” she whines. 

He obliges happily. His thrusts are hard and fast, yet his hands are desperately clinging to her as though she might disappear. She rolls her hips to meet every movement. Then he sits up on his knees, and as he fucks her he reaches down to work her clit. She lets out a series of moans and curses as she comes on his cock. Her walls tense around him, and he pulls out just in time for his hot cum to spill on her belly. 

“Fuck,” he groans as he pumps every last drop onto her skin. 

He sits back when he’s finished, his hands resting her knees as he takes her in. She’s a mess. His cum ia spread all over her abdomen. Her hair falls all around her face. Her eye makeup is smudged, yet he can’t quite hide the warm affection growing in his chest. He goes to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth. He hands it to her so she can get herself cleaned up. 

“You know, you’re my first client,” she says. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she confirms. 

“I could be your only client,” he suggests. 

“You mean like a sugar daddy situation?” 

He laughs, “Something like that. Just don’t actually call me that.”

[jungshookz]

no but like what if one day ballet!yn was being teased by some of the girls in the class during their pre-class stretch about how she thinks balletteacher!jm is a SMOKE n shes like gUYS SHUT UP but jimin is like >:))) oh oKAY

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!!! mr. park is back n hotter than ever!!! everyone seemed to miss him so he’s bACK i’m going to be honest with u there is some sexual tension here but we all saw that coming 

➺ wordcount: 3k

➺ what to expect; “park jimin is a tall glass of water and we are all thirsty.” 

➺ optional reading: not necessary but you can read this drabble before getting started on this one! 

➺ note; this was sent in a whiLe ago!! better late than never >:-)i have no idea why i was suddenly inspired to write aLL of this tonight because i have to wake up at 8 and it is currently 2:15am and i haven’t showered yet but i had to do it for ballet teacher jimin because just like y/n i too am hot for teaCHER

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“surprise, surprise… look who’s late again!” seulgi smiles a little toO sweetly as you stumble into the classroom

“the bus was late, it’s not my fault-“ you grumble as you drop to the floor to join the other girls who are in the middle of warming up

“well, you should think about leaving campus a little earlier if it means coming here on time like the rest of us.” seulgi sighs as she turns side to side to check herself out in the mirror

“oh my god-“ you gasp in mock shock in the middle of pulling one of your leg warmers on

seulgi glances at you from the mirror “what?”

“…is that a pimple i spot?” you point up towards her forehead and her eyes widen in horror as she leans closer to the mirror

“what?!” she smooths her fingers over her forehead furiously and you can’t help but snort

that’ll keep her occupied for the next twenty minutes or so

you let out a grunt of relief as you focus on working the kinks out of your shoulders and your neck while rolling your ankles at the same time

pop crackle snAP

ever since the incident (aka you attempting a grand jeté and failing miserably leading to a very sprained ankle) you’ve been taking it easy buT you went to a check-up over the weekend and the doctor says your ankle seems to have healed veRy well and you can go back to doing what you were doing

as long as you knoW what it is you’re doing, of course

maybe stay away from the grand jetéing for now  

“so, y/n, when are you going to tell us what went down between you and mr. park?” ailee nudges your thigh with her foot and you let out a light laugh before raising a brow

“what are you talking about?” you arch your back and hiss quietly when you feel a particularly loud crAck

goD that’s good

“you know, when he basically kicked us all out of the room just to help you and your ankle.”

“you weren’t even there when we got kicked out, ailee.” wendy snorts and ailee rolls her eyes

“i know, but still!!”

“i don’t know what stories you guys have concocted but he basically just patched up my ankle for me and that was it.” you shrug while rolling out your pointe shoes

“don’t play dumb, y/n!” lisa calls out from across the room and you twist slightly to look at her “park jimin is a tall glass of water and we are all thirsty-“

“oh my god, you guys!” you interrupt her before she can finish and a couple of the girls burst into giggles “he’s our teacher!”

“i don’t know about you but i’m veRy hot for teacher-“

“it’s unprofessional because we’re his students and we shouldn’t even be talking about him like this-“

“but you have to admit you’ve thought about kissing those lips-“

“do you guys remember that time he yawned and stretched and his shirt rode up a little bit because i definitely do-“

“oh god and he smells so fucking good all the time-“

“and that ass just does noT quit!”

“i would kill like ten people if it meant i could sit on his face.” seulgi mutters as she smooths some tinted chapstick over her bottom lip

“seulgi!” you laugh and peel your leg warmer off jusT to hurl it at her “it’s concerning that you have a set number of people to kill just to sit on someone’s face”

she catches it right before it hits her arm before throwing it right back at you “it’s more concerning that not once have yoU ever openly admitted to thinking that park jimin is insanely attractive-“

“first of all, we should be addressing him as mr. park because he told us to-“ you point out as you slip your leg warmer back on “and secondly, i’m here because i want to become a professional ballerina, not because i want to gawk at my teacher like the rest of you-“

“hey, we wanna be professional ballerinas just as much as you do, but who says we can’t have a little fun?” jisoo giggles before wiggling her eyebrows

“you know, there’s only one logical explanation i can come up with to explain why you don’t gush about mr. park the same way we do.” seulgi sighs as she takes a seat across from you and begins to stretch out her legs

“enlighten me, detective kang.” you can’t help but roll your eyes because wHY are you guys still talking about jimin when you should be talking about,,.,.,. like.,,.,. stretching? or somEthing else related to ballet and noT your teacher

also

on a slightly unrelated note

you and seulgi have kind of become friends? but not really

you guys have a best frenemy kind of relationship if that makes any sense

the two of you are still very much competitive with each other anD will not hesitate to take jabs at each other when the opportunity arises

but other than that you guys sort of get along

except when performances are around the corner because she gets super bitchy about getting whatever role it is she wants

anyways

back to it

“because you have a crush on him.”

you immediately freeze in the middle of tying the ribbons around your ankle

“i’m sorry, i what now?”

“you have a crush on him!” seulgi smirks veRy cockily “think about it! you don’t like it when we talk about him because you want him allllll to yourself and you can’t even fathom the thought of another girl lusting over him-“

and this would be one of those moments where seulgi likes to get under your skin just to get a reaction

you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek as you take a second to consider the possibility

do you have a crush on your teacher?

he’s mr. park

you can’t have a crush on mr. park because he’s mr. pARK

he’s very strict and controlling and sometimes a little mean like that time he yelled at you in front of the class for being the only who missed a count  

but also he can be really sweet and caring and surprisingly funny and you’ll never admit it to anyone for as long as you live but one class you started daydreaming (this was the class he yelled at you about missing the count lol) about what it’d be like to hold his hand and kiss his cheeks and dig your nails into his oh-so broad back as he-

your movements slow down slightly as you think about what happened on the night of the incident

“you really are something, you know that?” he laughs lightly as he smooths the bandaid over your cut

you can’t help but let out a little huff “…is that a good thing?”

he gives your knee a little pat before reaching over a tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear

“miss y/l/n - it’s a very good thing.”

“that is the most ridiculous theory i have ever heard in my entire life-“  

“every single time we talk about how attractive jimin is, you get all quiet and blushy in the corner and you neVEr contribute to the conversation-“

“yeah, maybe because there’s a line of professionalism and respect that i need to stay behind unlike yoU guys-“

“oh, and now you’re getting all defensive because you know for a fact that every word coming out of my mouth is TRUE! just admit it, y/l/n, you have a crush on our teacher-“

“i mean, i think i have a crush on mr. park-“ jisoo chips in and you and seulgi immediately turn to glare at her as if to say stay ouT OF IT

“i- you know what, this is just ridiculous!” you scoff and get up off the ground “i’m going to go and get some water to cool off-“

“oh yeah, you’re gonna cool off? is thinking about jimin’s face in between your legs getting you all hot and bothe-“

“jesus ch- lalalaLALALALALA-“you immediately stick your fingers into your ears and start babbling loudly while seulgi starts speaking louder and louDER

“you loVE HIM!!! YOU WANNA KISS HIM ROMANTICALLY!!!” seulgi’s practically shrieking at this point and the other girls are having a hoOT

in fact some of them are chiming in to make fun of you as well

“oOoooh y/n do you wanna hold his hand-“

“do you think about him in class sometimes?? a couple of us have noticed that moony look in your eye from time to time-“

“maybe if you ask him nicely he’ll help you with stretching-“

“y/n, look, this is my demonstration of what you wanna do to mr. park-“ lisa turns around so that her back is facing you and she wraps her arms around herself before sliding them up and down sensually anD making kissy noises

“oh, real mature, lisa-“ you take your fingers out of your ears and wince because woW these girls are loud “okay, everyone shuT UP-“

everyone quiets down a little but they’re still giggling and whispering among each other

“what’s it gonna take for you people to drop this duMB theory??” you cross your arms and raise your brows as you tap your foot on the ground impatiently

“all you have to do is admit that you have a crush on our teacher and i’ll be satisfied.”

“but i don’t have a crush on him!”

“y/n, need i remind you that i’m, like, slightly psychic? because you are totaLLy lying through your teeth right now.” seulgi inspects her nails casually and you let out a quiet huff

okay

you know what

yEs

maybe you do have a crush on jimin

maybe it’s true that you don’t like it when the other girls talk about him because a part of you selfishly wants him all to yourself

maybe everything seulgi’s said is truE

and the whole class obviously knows that you like jimin because a) seulgi is the biggest gossip on the planet and b) even if seulgi said that the earth was flat, everyone would believe it regardless because she iS the top dog around here

and if you admit it then hopefully they’ll leave it alone forever

“alright, fine!” you clear your throat and stand up a little taller “i have a crush on park jimin.” you gasp dramatically and make little jazz hands

you know what

if you’re going to confess you should do it right

you should go aLL out

“in fact, i think mr. park is a complete smoke show. i think he’s the hottest person i’ve ever seen in my entire life, and yes, i have noticed his pillowy lips, and i did notice that time he stretched and revealed his glorious six pack to the world, and i am very much aware that he smells like he stepped straight out of a shampoo commercial, and yes, you’re right, he has a veRY nice ass - and you know what, seulgi? i’ll say this one just for you.” you narrow your eyes and lean forward a little bit “i would 100% love to sit on park jimin’s face because i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to him.”

seulgi nods slowly and presses her lips together

it almost seems as though she’s stifling a laugh

…which was not the reaction you were expecting

you were expecting her to get all gloaty and i-told-you-so about it

“wow. and now everyone’s gone quiet!” you point out the obvious before crossing your arms

her and the rest of the girls get up off the ground and immediately form a line before getting into first position

and you know exactly what that means

every single hair on your body prickles to life when you hear someone slurping up the last of their drink behind you

“good afternoon, ladies.”

oh

my

god

“good afternoon, mr. park.” everyone (except for you because you are understandably moRTIFIED) responds politely

you feel like your feet are glued to the ground and you want nothing more than for a black hole to appear and swallow you entirely

“i said, good afternoon, ladies.”

it takes every fibre in your body to twist around slowly and you force yourself into first position

you’re a mere one and a half steps away from jimin and that’s making you more nervous than you already are

you swallow thickly

jimin offers you a sly smile as he runs a hand through his (newly dyed!!) ashy silver hair before taking his sunglasses off

“g-“ your throat closes up as soOn as you try to speak “good afternoon, mr. park.”

you feel like there’s a rock in your stomach

you also feel like you’re about to projectile vomit everywhere

why do bad things always happen to you

WHY

you just-

you just openly confessed that not oNLY are you romantically attracted to your teacher, you are also sexually attracted to your teacher!

great!

good one!

love that energy for you!

you know what

maybe it’s not as bad as you think

maYbe he didn’t hear anything

maybe you’re in the clear and you’re just overthinking it

“would you like to join your peers in line, miss y/l/n?” jimin asks and gestures towards the girls

“yes, sir.” you nod stiffly before quickly heading over to join lisa at the end of the line

the room is dead quiet as jimin sets his belongings down before taking his jacket off

oh god

he’s wearing that thin white shirt that gets a liTtle see through when he’s sweaty-

“how bad was it?” you lean over to whisper to lisa

her face is getting pink from how hard she’s trying to not completely burst into laughter right now

her cheeks are literally tremBLING

“he was here for the opening line and he was here for your final statement, which i think, pretty much summed up your entire speech.”

i would 100% love to sit on park jimin’s face because i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to him

i would 100% love to sit on park jimin’s face because i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to him

i would 100% love to sit on park jimin’s face because i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to him

yep

it’s official

you want to: die

you’re already sweating through your unitard and you guys haven’t done anything

“no talking please, ladies…” jimin hums as he plugs his phone charger into the outlet

maybe you can just pretend like you lost your voice so you won’t have to speak for the rest of eTERNITY

“okay!” jimin claps his hands together before crossing his arms “i’m gonna rock your world-” you’re verRy aware of the fact that he maintains strong eye contact with you the entire time he says that “with some grand jeté’s today. everyone ready?”

“yes, mr. park.” everyone responds simultaneously except for you agAIN

“-es mr. park.” you blurt out at the last second

you stop nervously picking at your chiffon skirt when you see jimin’s eyes flicker down to your hand

oops

surprisingly enough jimin doesn’t jump straIght into the grand jetés right away (he’s taking it easy just for u because he’s still worried about ur ankle)

he makes everyone practice balancing and standing in the final position which is basically just standing up straight on your pointes

also anoTher surprising thing that he’s doing

he said that today was more of a casual class so he’s letting everyone talk amongst themselves while practicing

of course you haven’t said a word because your lips still feel like they’re glued together

also you decided it’d be best if you hung out at the very baCK of the classroom just to attempt to avoid being spotted by jimin

“arms straight… chest out… very good…” jimin slowly makes his way down the back row and you curse quietly when you feel yourself wobble slightly

your eyes widen in surprise when you feel two hands place themselves on your hips from behind

“back straight, miss y/l/n.” jimin reminds you gently before sliding a finger from the small of your back up to the centre of your back “arch here. chest out.”

his other hand slides around so that it’s resting right on your stomach and you feel like your entire body is on fiRE “squeeze your core tight.” he mutters into your ear

you feel your cheeks heat up almost immediately because that should noT have been as hot as it was

christ almighty

get it toGETHER

“you seem a little distracted today, miss y/l/n.” jimin murmurs quietly as he moves to stand in front of you

he leans back a little to look at both your arms before reaching over to raise your left arm a bit “everything alright?”

“everything’s alright, mr. park.” you somehow manage to keep yourself composed even though jimin is basically staring two holes into your soul right now

“mhm.” jimin reaches over and places his pointer finger under your chin before raising your head a little

you lock gazes with him and you notice a little glimmer in his eyes “can’t have you sprain your other ankle because you were too busy thinking about sitting on my face now, can we?”

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how abt #44 and #3 + Loki and lots of fluff!

…i told myself i wasn’t gonna make anything TVA related. here i am, with a TVA related drabble. i got too soft and i wrote TOO MUCH who allowed loki to do this to me

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“What you did was stupid,” you chastised as you grabbed the makeshift first aid kit from its new place in your kitchen cabinet.

Loki let out a groan in response, shifting on the small couch in your TVA assigned apartment. “It wasn’t. Director—“

“Loki, you almost got killed.”

Loki’s head whipped around to look behind both his shoulder and the couch to see you standing in the kitchen archway. You noticed the slight panicked look on his face.

“How did you know that?”

“Researcher, remember?” you replied simply, making your way back to the couch. “Thankfully your magic saved you or I would have raised some hell.”

Loki couldn’t help but coo at that.

“My little researcher raising hell for the man she had claimed a piece of work at first?” Loki let out what seemed like a soft, fond chuckle as you landed on the couch cushion next to him. “Methinks I’m in love, dearest.”

You couldn’t hold back the scoff of laughter as you placed the first aid kit on the small coffee table, digging around for gloves, ignoring your emotions for just a moment.

“The course of true love never did run smooth.”

Loki let out an airy hum in reply. “If true lovers have been ever crossed, it stands as an edict in destiny.”

You felt the urge to continue what scene Loki was reciting from but ignored it in favor of finally tending to his wounds once your gloves were on.

It was a gash. A huge gash that was slashed diagonally from one side of his abs to the other. By the looks of it, it was deep at some point, but the magic healing capabilities Loki seemed to have made it a lot better that what it is.

Now, that you thought about it, as you kneeled between Loki’s spread legs to get better access to the gash, you cared for him.

A lot.

And no, it wasn’t just because of his charm and how he wooed you at work while finally turning his life around to be a good guy with you and the rest of the TVA.

He cared for you too. Passionately. You can recall times when the two of you were out in the field and he protected you a plethora of times just so you could get your information.

There were other times, like today, where you could show your token of gratitude and how you cared about his well being.

Even when he didn’t.

“I care about you,” you blurted out just as you finished blotting the wound with disinfectant. “You know that, right? I’m not.. I’m not just doing this because I feel obligated to.”

Loki lifted his head from his shoulder and opened his eyes, a soft smile appearing on his face.

“I know to some extent you do, otherwise I would have gone to Alexandra to tend to my wounds—“

Loki’s sentence was cut of with laughter as you smacked him with one of your softest throw pillows, trying to hide the giggles you wanted to erupt with.

“I’m serious!”

“I’m joking!” Loki exclaimed, hands pulling the pillow out of your own as he grunted to sit up and lean down to your level between his legs. “I’m joking, my love. I would only ever go to you. Whether I be in need of medical assistance, or in need of… other things.”

“I won’t hesitate to smack you with the bigger throw pillow, Loki.”

Loki pressed a quick kiss to your forehead with a smug smile before leaning back and letting you get back to work.

“Fine. I’ll be quiet, if it will appease you.”

You let out a hum. “Sure you will, Silvertongue.”

“It isn’t my fault that I’m unable to hold my tongue around you, my dear.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back on your knees to grab the cloth that was to cover his wound, as well as grabbing the gauze to keep the cloth secure.

Loki, shockingly enough, kept his word as you finished tending to the gash. He even kept quiet as you sat in his lap to actually take care of a few cuts that had gotten on his face.

“I care for you too, you know,” Loki mumbled as you concentrated on putting a bandaid on his forehead without getting his hair caught in it. If you weren’t so concentrated, you would have let the butterflies properly erupt in your stomach.

“I know,” you replied absentmindedly as you successfully placed the bandaid on his skin.

Just as you turned to reach for another bandaid, Loki’s hand caught your chin and tilted your head to be at eye-level.

“Did you hear me, dove?”

“I-I.. yes?”

Both you and Loki laughed softly at your reply. Loki took a moment to scan your face before letting his other hand rest on your hip.

“I care for you. Far too much, I fear.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes again as you placed your hand just over his own that was on your chin.

“Well, it’s a good thing I care for you too then, isn’t it?”

The two of you shared a wide smile before Loki leaned forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

[hughiecampbelle]

Animosity (Dick Grayson Drabble)

Character/s: Dick

Word Count: 631

Inspired By: mind games by ren

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt

A/N: I promised writing, and I had a good idea, but it seems like writing block has come out of nowhere and it's incredibly frustrating. It means doubting every word and rewriting the same starting paragraph multiple times. I know this isn't my best, I hope I can be happy with the next story :) This is the last fic before break ends and I go back to school and I wish it were better 💜

Your latest play thing. A boy to toy with. Grew out of him, the games you played together. Volatile. Violent. Disturbed. Shattered every plastic tea cup, tore up the paper money, crushed the cardboard box he came from. Playing pretend used to be fun. You never needed anything but eachother. The older you got, the more you realized holes in the playhouse walls and screaming fits weren't part of any of the rules. Your relationship was ruthless, sharp, full of aches and pains no bandaid could fix, no matter how many doctors you played. There was something deadly about it, the passion driven anger, the hate fuck, the anger the boiled your blood black and blinded you to every red flag.

You two never could have worked out, not permanently. In and out of one another's lives for eternity. There always slept an underlying tension, a need to be close, a repulsion to that need. Hate and love seemed to wear the same shade of red, disguised as one another when you found yourself staring him down. Things never ended on good terms. One of you broken, bleeding, the other torn to shreds, crawling to safety. You words were sharp, but your skin was deadly, your lips poison. He'd been warned, by everyone in his life, one day he was going to get himself killed because of you.

Screaming fits. Throwing whatever was in reach. Picking up glass. You still stepped on a few bits and pieces, your bloody prints a reminder he was waiting just as you were, would have followed you wherever you went if he could. Starved of one another's affection. You'd never been able to find that in another person, no matter how much you tried. You changed around him, the same ways he did. Those soft brown eyes hardened, his hands locked into fists, losing all ability to chew his tongue. The words you thought were the ones you ssid, let him know how much you resented him, his life. Called himself a hero. What a joke.

You'd been trained to kill. Get the job done and move on, but he lingered. Moved in bone by bone. Sacrifice pieces of himself. Spending the night, no longer slipping out before the sun rose. Holding you in front of his friends, in public, instead of reclining at your touch. Kiss you passionately, angrily, instead of simply on the cheek. There were good times, few and far between, but you already knew what was coming, too late to stop it. A train wreck. A car crash. The mangled remains of what used to be. Part of you didn't want to stop it, enjoying the heat of the moment, what was to come. In some ways it was even more beautiful than the safety. Maybe that's what you couldn't stand: safety. The promise of a ring on your finger and someone to love forever.

The violence ws much sweeter anyways.

You wouldn't see one another for a while. Sometimes weeks, months, at one point years, but things never changed. Place the tea set on the table, hang pictures over the holes in the walls, try to forget all the terrible things you'd once said to one another like you always did. Forgive and forget. The clock started. You were going for a record breaking blow up. You never regretted going back to him. Find others, replace that time with him, but he'd always be there in the end. Not in a cliché way, you'd never walk down the aisle and say your vows. You'd never have a place of your own together to grow old in. But you didn't need that. You'd find your way, a new place chaos could live for as long as you wanted to play pretend.

[sintheyokai]

Uncle

So @oiseaunoir11 and I were chatting and I threw this idea into the void and he really liked it so here I am starting to write a Twisted Wonderland drabble story with an OC I made on the spot. Al this may involve Morad. Also this might involve @edda-blattfe HC about Rook so CW for Implied Abuse towards like... The end? And @twistedwonderlandimagines HC about Pomefiore vs. Savanaclaw. Rated T for like... One swear?

Uncle

Vil sleepily walked through the halls of Night Raven college. He had gotten a late night notice from Sam (although he's still questioning how the shopkeeper got into the dorm) that someone was waiting for him in the front office.

Headmaster Crowley's office, specifically.

Needless to say, he was a bit confused and pissed (who dare wake up the beautiful Vil Schoenheit?), but he went regardless, never changing out of his pajamas.

He finally reached the door, and rapped on it three times.

"Come in." he heard the Headmaster speak from inside. Vil entered, only to be nearly tackled by a hug.

"Vil, my dear little brother, it's so good to SEE you!"

Oh by the Evil Queen no.

"Phillis?" Vil raised a sleepy eyebrow at his brother.

Phillis was much taller than Vil, and looked nothing like him. He had pitch black hair, his eyes a sweet warm brown, and skin much paler than his, but cheeks having a beautiful rosy hue.

"That would be me, Vil! Thank you for stopping by, I was worried you'd continue your beauty sleep."

"I nearly did..." he peeked behind his elder brother to see a woman holding something wrapped in a blanket. "Oh, Casanine! You're here too?"

Casanine giggled softly, "Of course, Vil, you should know by now that my husband and I are joined at the hip!"

Casanine was nothing short of a doll. Her face was round and delicate, and her whole body was like china. She, too, had jet black hair that reached to her mid back. But instead of brown eyes like his brother, hers were a piercing blue.

Crowley cleared his throat as to gain their attention.

"Mr. Schoenheit, I believe you have something important to tell your brother?" he pressed.

"Oh! Yes!" Phillis suddenly grabbed Vil's shoulders lightly.

"We need you to look after Ebony."

There was a silence. Vil wasn't quite sure he'd heard right. Was he still asleep?

"Wh-What?" he stuttered. Phillis shook his head, bowing in apology.

"I know, I know, it's far too early, and you probably have quite a lot of work to do, but Cas and I have major tests till Friday, and my school rules state we can't bring our kids during those kinds of tests."

"But doesn't she have school?"

"No, it's Heroes Week, she's off of school for now."

"So I'm...."

"Babysitter from today through Thursday, yes Vil."

Phillis then picked a bag up off the floor, offering it to Vil.

"She's got her blanket, her stuffed bird, some snacks in case she doesn't want anything here, pajamas, spare clothes, toothbrush and paste, medicine and bandaids, and some storybooks in case she has a rough night."

Vil took the bag and slung it over his head and onto his shoulder. He then held out his arms to Casanine, who carefully handed him the little blanketed bundle that was his niece. She stirred a bit, looking up at her uncle.

"Uncle Vil?" she said, in a cute yet groggy and sleepy voice as she looked up at him with equally sleepy doe eyes.

"Good morning, Ebony~" he cooed, stroking her bobbed black hair before turning back to his elder brother and sister in law.

"You two go home and get some rest before testing. I'll take care of her."

"Thank you SO much, Vil," Casanine smiled, "This means the world to us!"

"Not a problem, Cas."

And with that, Vil left for his dorm, Ebony lightly snoring all the way.

--- --- ---

The next morning was hectic. Vil was the last one still asleep, and Rook was getting everyone ready. He left for Vil's private room for a moment, pounding on the door four loud times. He put his ear to the door.

"Uncle Vil! You're being robbed!" he heard a far too loud whisper.

Rook raised an eyebrow before Epel came by.

"Has he still not answered?"

"No, but I heard someone in there...

They put their ears to the door once more.

"Uncle Vil! There's two! Wake up!"

A rustle of sheets. Silence. A hurried rustle of sheets. Then Vil, quite loudly:

"I slept in! Oh by the GREAT SEVEN, I am laTE! Sweetheart, see who's at the door!"

Rook and Epel were surprised to hear the word 'Sweetheart'. They stepped back to allow said "Sweetheart" to open the door.

The large wooden door was opened, but Rook and Epel saw nothing.

"Uncle Vil, are these your fends or should I gab a boom?"

The duo jumped and looked down to see a small child, probably elementary school aged. She was pale, had shiny, bobbed black hair, and big blue eyes that looked far too big for her head.

"Rs, Ebony, remember to practice your Rs." Vil ignored the question, finally tying up his sash and grabbing a small, short sleeved denim jumpsuit from the bag on the floor. Ebony puffed her cheeks a little, then tried again.

"Are. These. Your. FrrrrrrIENDSSSSS... Or. should. I. GrrrrrrrAb. A brrrrrrOOOOOOm?"

Vil gave her a small smile, "They're friends sweetheart. Now go put this on, quickly, so we can get you something to eat as fast as possible!"

"Okay! You look RRReally pretty today Uncle Vil!" Grinning, the child grabbed the jumpsuit and ran to the bathroom to change. Vil looked at the gaping mouths belonging to Rook and Epel.

"My niece." he said, only causing the mouths to gape further.

Ebony was soon out of the bathroom, making a beeline for her pair of laced, red tennis shoes and purple socks. Vil glanced at the clock. They had 15 minutes to get to the Mostro Lounge to probably grab a quick bite before his classes.

"Ebony, honey, do you need help tying-"

"No thank you! Watch!" the child grew a cat like grin before quickly tying her shoelaces, "Look Uncle Vil! I did it!"

"Ahh! Look at you, tying them all by yourself!" Vil squealed as Ebony got the other shoe tied, "Such a big girl, I'm so proud! Now come along, let's go get something to nibble on!"

She grabbed her stuffed bird as he gently took her tiny hand before pulling her alongside him, Rook and Epel following close behind.

Upon entering the common room, there was an explosion of "Awwww!"s and "So cute!"s among the students. Vil paused for a bit.

"Everyone! This is my niece: Ebony Black Schoenheit, her parents can't take her to their school due to testing, so we have to care for her, understood!?"

A collective "Yes Dorm Master" was heard before Vil rushed out, niece in tow.

By some damn miracle, they made it to the cafe with 10 minutes to spare and at a minimal line. When they got to the counter, Azul took a quick glance at Ebony.

"Heroes Week?" he guessed. Vil was slightly taken aback at the guess.

"Yes, actually, how'd you guess? Oh, and two of the chocolate croissants if you can, Azul."

Ebony suddenly gasped, peeking into the glass cake cabinet.

"Morad!" she squealed, dashing behind the counter before Vil could catch her. Ebony practically tackled the poor, unfortunate child to the ground in a hug.

"Ah! Ebony!!" Morad squealed with equal delight upon realizing who was hugging him.

"Morad, get off the floor, you might trip someone." Azul asked politely, the two children getting up quickly, "Is this the Little Miss Ebony you've told me so much about?

Ebony grinned and bounced about, "Moraaad! You did tell your big bother about me!"

"Ebony, dear, I know you're having fun, but Uncle Vil needs to get to class!"

"Okay! Who's your fist class?"

"My FIRST class is Potions with Professor Crewel."

"Boom boom class?"

"Yes, Ebony, boom boom class."

"YAY!!" Ebony burst into a fit of giggles as she ran to her uncle, who handed her one of the croissants as they walked out the door.

--- --- ---

When they walked in, just as the bell rang, Divus spoke.

"Mr. Schoenheit, is there a reason you're bringing a child to my class?"

"My apologies, Professor, my brother and his wife had their own classes to go to, and they couldn't bring her today."

Cater went wide eyed, "You have a brother??"

"Yes, put a sock in it, Cater!"

"That's enough." Divus raised a hand, "Very well. As long as she doesn't get too close to any potions."

Ebony suddenly hugged the professor.

The room was silent.

Then a muffled voice came from the depths of his fur coat.

"Fluffyyyyyyy~~."

For the entirety of Potions class, Ebony practically stuck like glue to Divus, playing with his coat and occasionally asking her uncle what he was brewing. There was only one explosion throughout the lesson, which made her scream (and sent her into a concerningly gleeful frenzy).

Once that class was over, Vil gave her a key.

"Ebony, sweetie, go grab your blanket, my next class is going to be Professor Trein, he's a bit boring. Do you remember where it is?"

"Yep! On your bed!"

"Good. And if you get lost, you know what to do?"

"Find somebody and be caful."

Vil kissed her forehead and patted it, "Yes, find someone and be careful. I love you."

Ebony giggled, running off to the Pomefiore dorm as Vil went to History, only hoping that his niece would make it to both the dorm and class safely.

--- --- ---

Kalim and Jamil were just coming from the infirmary. Kalim had fallen off his broom during flight class and had needed to go get a few bones healed by the nurse. As they walked through the halls, they heard a little voice.

"E-Excuse me!"

They turned to see a little girl, holding a blanket and stuffed bird, trembling a few feet behind them.

"Hey kiddo!" Kalim grinned, "Something you need?"

"D-Do you know where M-Mr. Trein's class is?"

Kalim and Jamil glanced at each other. Was this Mozus' granddaughter or something?

"Yeah!" Kalim answered, "We're headed there now actually! You wanna come?"

She said nothing, only grabbing Kalim's hand and staying close.

Mozus was in the middle of a lecture when they came in.

"Mr. Viper. Mr. Al-Asim." he said, eyes brooding, "You are late."

"Yep! Nurse." Kalim chirped, handing his professor his and Jamil's late passes.

"And what of this child?" Mozus pressed.

"They finally adopted!" Floyd shouted from the back of the class, sending a small ripple of giggles throughout the classroom.

Ebony suddenly let go of Kalim's hand, making a beeline for her zoning out uncle. He only snapped out of it once Ebony started shaking him and squeaking a whisper.

"Uncle ViL!"

"Ebony! Oh Ebony, baby, what's wrong?"

Ebony nuzzled deep into Vil's chest before looking up at him with nearly falling tears and failing a whispered whimper.

"I DOn't liKE THE SHot scAy rED maaaaaaaN!"

The room was silent as only one thought ran thought ran through Vil Schoenheit's mind.

I am going to fucking murder Riddle Rosehearts.

"Mista, may I pet your kitty?" Ebony's attention was immediately taken by Lucius lazing about on Mozus' desk, all fear vanishing into piqued curiosity.

The class held their breath. Surely Mozus Trein had enough heart to-

"Absolutely not."

One could almost hear the imaginary mirror shatter into a thousand pieces.

"Aww... Okay!" Ebony piped, not seeming bothered as she snuggled into her stuffed bird and put the blanket over her shoulders.

Vil rubbed her back before Mozus continued his lecture.

---

15 minutes left. 15 minutes and he'd be out of this hell with Ebony in tow.

Vil was having much more trouble staying awake during Professor Trein's lecture on the History of Sirens. It also didn't help that he was constantly distracted by his niece's blanket, which just didn't want to stay over her shoulders.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't find Lucius. He wasn't on the desk, nor playing with some books in the storage room, so where...?

He heard a soft purr to his right, and he glanced over to see...

"Lucius, let the child sleep." Mozus interrupted himself for but a minute before continuing. He didn't get far though, as Lucius continued to seemingly nip at Ebony's hair. "Lucius! Let her sleep!"

Lucius suddenly grabbed a corner of the blanket, dragging it over her shoulder and tucking it in with his paws. He grabbed the other corner and repeated the process. Then, after the cat seemed satisfied with his work, he curled up, cuddling near Ebony's head.

Silence.

"Ahem! So, c-can anyone here, tell me, whyyyyyy-" Mozus struggled to keep his composure and continue the lesson. Several jaws nearly dropped.

The man had a weakness.

And they just found it.

Even once that class ended, Ebony was still asleep, so Vil loosely wrapped the blanket around her before picking her and his bags up, walking to the mess hall.

About halfway there, she stirred awake.

"Where are we going Uncle Vil?"

"Lunch, honey. Do you want me to put you down?"

"No thank you. Unless it helps you walk! Wait..." she suddenly hugged his neck, "Will the scay red man be there?"

Vil patted her head, "Yes, sweetheart. But don't worry!" he gave her a small, playfully happy pout, "Uncle Vil will take care of the scary short red man for you, okay?" he tickled her a little on the neck, sending her into a giggle frenzy.

"Okay! You're so strong Uncle Vil! And so pretty!"

They made it to the mess hall, and Vil sat his niece beside Rook. He then told Ebony:

"What did the scary man do, honey?"

"He sceamed 'Off with your head!', and I didn't know if he meant me."

"Okay, so Uncle Vil's going to fight the scary red man okay?"

Ebony started to tear up, "Please don't die Uncle..." she whimpered, bottom lip quivering. Vil kissed her forehead.

"I won't, Ebony sweetie. Go play with Morad! Maybe that will help."

And he rushed to the Heartzlabyul table while Ebony went to the Octavinelle table on the other side of the room.

"RIDDLLLLLEE!" Vil yelled, making the monarch nearly choke on his cupcake. He turned around with a fierce scowl.

"Schoenheit, how dare you yell at-"

"Do you want to explain why you were screaming in the hall?"

"My dorm members were being disrespectful!"

"Really!? Cause you done scared the shit out of my niece because she thought you were talking to her!"

Riddle was silent for a moment.

"You have a niece? How old?"

"Five, soon to be six. Wait no that wasn't the point of this conversation!"

Riddle went pale.

"Oh... I-"

Riddle paused. The words he were about to say felt so weird!

"I'm sorry. Is there a way I could make it up?"

"Yes, actually." Vil whispered something into Riddle's ear. Riddle let loose a small smile.

"Of course, Vil! I'll see to it by tonight!"

"Good. Now, I'm going back to my ta-"

"VIL!"

Vil snapped his attention to the voice, Epel quickly hurrying to him.

"Savanaclaw has Ebony!" he said, clearly panicking.

"Is she hurt?" Vil asked.

"Not yet!"

"Then what's wrong?"

"Y-You're not worried?"

Vil sighed, "One thing my brother taught me and his kid is that your decisions are no one else's but your own, and that as long as it doesn't harm yourself and others, be it in the short or long run, go for it. Trust your gut too."

Epel listened carefully to these words.

“So even if I hate those beasts’ guts, as long as Ebony is safe, I’m fine.

There was then a sudden scream.

"Uncle Vil!! Look!!! I'M SO HIGH!!!"

Vil looked over to see his niece on the first year's, Jack's, shoulders, eyes wide and face in utter joy.

The Pomefiore Dorm Leader and the Savanaclaw Dorm Leader locked eyes.

And suddenly Leona knew.

And Vil knew that Leona knew.

Leona looked at Ebony and seemed to tell her something. She frowned, but almost immediately perked up again before asking Jack something. He seemed hesitant, but eventually gave in to her smile and started walking towards Vil.

"So she's yours?" he asked.

"My niece, but yes." Vil smiled, "I see she already adores you. Must be the ears; she's always had an immense love for animals and anything animal-esque. Kemonomimis, Anthros, the like."

"Uncle Vil, Uncle Vil! I met a little blue fie haid boy!"

"A blue fire haired boy? Was his name Ortho or Idia?"

"His name was ORRRRtho and Morad said that they were bOOOOOOOYYfeeeeeeeends!"

Vil nearly dropped his niece as Jack passed her.

"Really now?"

"Yep! I didn't have the hot to ask him if he knew what that meant."

Vil chuckled. He had known Ebony knew what a boyfriend was, he was just glad she didn't flaunt her knowledge.

"You sure you're alright with her coming over to your our table?" Jack scratched the back of his neck a little.

"As long as you don't harm her, I see no problem."

"You seem like a good uncle."

Ebony hugged Vil tightly, "He is! Uncle Vil is the prettiest, bestest, funnest uncle ever!"

Vil felt himself blush and grin.

"Alright, alright, let's go back and eat lunch."

"Alighty!" Ebony chirped.

As they walked back, Jack heard Ebony fail to whisper.

"Uncle Vil, their eas were so FLUFFYYYY~!"

--- --- ---

After lunch was flight class with Mr. Vargas. As Ebony stayed outside the changing rooms, Ashton approached her.

"Hey there!" he squatted to get eye level with her, "You wanna fly today?"

The child giggled.

"Uncle Vil says I'm too little, sir!"

"Aww." Ashton made a childish pout, "Well, I hope I can see you flying in my class someday!"

Ebony giggled again, bouncing up and down as Vil came out of the dressing room, holding a broom.

"Ebony, can you stay with Mr. Vargas while I take today's lesson?"

"Okay!"

And that she did the entire class period, watching students zoom around on their brooms and cheering people on as they did a small race and game after lessons.

They walked back to the Pomefiore dorm, the rest of the day to themselves.

"Uncle Vil, may I have some chocolate?"

The man in question turned to see why his niece had asked such a question. He stiffened as he saw her staring into the windows of Mr. S's Mystery Shop.

"It's closed, Ebony sweetie."

The child whipped her head around, the look upon her face screaming "I'm not amused, now try again."

"It's fo-thity, Uncle, we have time."

"Yes, but it's very dangerous to go inside after three thirty."

"Why?"

"Demons."

"Well, they won't mind if we're only in there for a LITTLE bit, right?"

Vil looked at the pleading eyes of the child he cared for.

"Ebony Black Schoenheit, you know I can't handle those puppy eyes please stop."

Ebony continued, eyes almost seeming to get bigger and bigger.

"Fine..." Vil sighed in defeat, "Which one would you like?"

"Dawk chocolate!"

"Dark chocolate? A very good choice!"

"Really?"

"Yes! Why, did you know that that's healthier than the normal chocolate? Milk chocolate?"

"Really!? Wow! So... is it a healthy that it will make me as pretty as you, Uncle Vil?"

The dorm leader squatted to caress his niece's face, "Ebony. Ebony, my sweet little apple." he kissed her forehead, "You are already twice as pretty as I am. Cherish that."

With Ebony giggling, the family entered the store, the smaller one making a beeline for the seemingly specific bar she wanted before rushing to the counter.

"Why, hello, little lady! Are you paying for that?"

Ebony's smile died into a look of realization.

"Oh yeah I need money."

"Which is exactly why I'm here." Vil placed some bills on the counter, Sam handing the change back to Vil, who, in turn, gave it to Ebony to keep. They exited without a hitch.

--- --- ---

When it was time for bed, and Ebony was in her pajamas, she brought Rook a small book as he sat on the couch.

"Uncle Vil is aleady asleep. He had a vey tied day."

"A very tired day, you say? So you want me to read Sleeping Beauty to you?"

"Yeah! It's the only stoy about one of the Seven Heoes I like. Oh, but you have to stop after the Prince kisses her. Uncle Vil does that with ALLLL my stoies."

So Rook read to that part, closing the book.

"Now?" he asked.

"The kiss didn't work!" Ebony piped.

Rook was taken aback at her answer.

"Then what happened? How did Miss Aurora wake up?"

"Welllll...." Ebony pondered her answer, "I like to think her mommy and daddy found out. They were vey sad, so they visited her. Then they kissed her forehead to say goodbye..."

She seemed sad for a bit before perking up.

"But then she woke up! Do you know why?"

"I don't think I do! Enlighten me!" Rook asked with exaggerated and childish interest.

"Because a good mommy and daddy's love is REAL true love!"

She suddenly hugged Rook for but a second, recoiling almost instantly.

"Ow..." She whined, and Rook looked down in time to see a small ball of light disappear...

And her fingertips grow pitch black.

A fierce, unbearable cold that nipped her fingers to make them look like his.

"Your... Daddy did that to you?"

Rook noticed that Ebony's eyes had become his shade of green. It didn't last long, however; her eyes were soon back to blue and her fingertips normal.

"That's... That's not nice... Daddies shouldn't do that!"

"You saw?" Rook didn't mean to sound angry with Ebony, but... he really didn't want her telling.

"Yeah. Mommy says it's my hero power- what's gonna get me into a big school like Uncle Vil. I don't really get it though..."

There was a silence.

"Have you told him?"

"Who?"

"My uncle! Isn't he your friend?"

"Would you?"

Ebony nodded, "Yeah! I trust him!"

Rook thought for a bit.

"Well, what if you didn't trust anyone?"

Ebony took this question into consideration.

"... I'd make friends." she said, "Then I'd spend time with them so that I can know to trust them or not.”

More silence.

“Hey, you have to pomise me something.” Ebony suddenly stood on the bed so that she was somewhat eye level with the huntsman.

“And what do I have to promise you, Little Miss Schoenheit?”

“That by the time I get to big school, you’ll have told somebody.”

She held out her pinky and waited, presumably for Rook.

“Pomise?”

He contemplated, looking at the hand outstretched in front of him. Finally, with a small smile and tears at his eyes, he wrapped his own pinky around hers.

“Promise.”

--- --- ---

The week went by almost too fast. Soon, Ebony’s parents returned from school for their daughter. As they stood in the front hall, Vil assuring his brother that everything had worked out fine, Ebony suddenly hid behind her mother.

“What’s wrong, Ebby, love?” Casanine asked.

“It’s the scay red man, Mommy!” the child whispered.

Riddle approached them and knelt down, “It’s okay! I’m not gonna scare you this time!” he smiled.

He pulled out a small box and retrieved something from inside it.

It was a miniature cupcake with red icing.

“I heard it’s almost your birthday, so I asked this to be made for you. Do you want it?”

Ebony’s eyes widened, almost sparkling with curiosity. She slowly came out from behind her mother and shuffled up to the monarch. Grabbing the treat with a delicate hand, she then scurried back, this time hiding behind her father.

“Thank you!” she said once behind Phillis. Riddle got up from his knee, then bowing a little before heading back to where he had come from.

Phillis suddenly hugged Vil, who slightly recoiled at the touch before hugging back.

“Thanks, Vil. Ebony seems like she had fun. Any chance you could watch over her again?”

“Perhaps.” Vil smiled, “If Ebony wants to stop by again, that’s fine!”

At the mention of a possibility, the little girl nodded feverishly.

“Yes!”

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

Consider: Danny Phantom and Laika, the space ghost dog

Sorry this took me so long to answer, I was sick for a while. But anyways. You. I like the way you think. Hey Anon, I don’t know who you are, but you have earned my undying love. I want to, will, and already have married you.

I have so many emotions after I considered this and really, I can’t help myself when it comes to screaming about space. So here are my considerations (also shhh im ignoring some science facts for the purpose of telling the story)

Also, please take a look at this wonderful art made by the lovely @wolfsongroar because it inspired the ending to this drabble

::

Danny didn’t exactly remember how or when he first heard of the dog.

He had been young, a little innocent kid so easily starstruck by anything dealing with the idea of space. The kid often went on conquests for information and his parents were always too happy to help their future little scientist. It was probably a children’s book or magazine. He recalled learning the name of the first satellite put into orbit - courtesy of Russia - Sputnik. He learned of Sputnik II, the famous vessel that brought the first animal into orbit.

At the time, the young Danny Fenton knew there was a dog but something bad happened to it. The article was put into simpler, glorified terms aimed for a younger audience, essentially saying the dog died peacefully after a week in space.

The reality of what happened to the dog - Laika - didn’t escape his sharp mind. But young Danny Fenton didn’t quite get the concept of death quite then. Such an idea terrified him, and the poor little compassionate soul was scared for the dog.

The memory of crying in his parent’s laps while having death explained to him was gone but never quite forgotten in the flurry of childhood.

::

At age fourteen, he became painfully familiar with the concept of death. It still terrified him. This was a memory that was always haunting the edges of his every thought.

It was the push of a button that changed things for Danny, and he would never forget.

He was panicked, a bolt of something stronger than anxiety took over Danny’s being. He wanted to run. Strange sounds, strange lights, and strange sensations were too overwhelming. Try all he wanted, but Danny couldn’t move.

His muscles were seized in a literal death grip on a piece of loose wiring. He touched it by pure chance and now he was wishing this jumpsuit was made of some sort of insulator. An incomplete circuit or some broken wiring, that was the problem with the portal, he realized just too late. The electricity caused all of his muscles to seize, he couldn’t move.  Now his body was at the mercy of his environment. Hell, the electricity was probably cooking his body as he stood there.

His heart hadn’t even been beating when a bolt of pure ectoplasm had hit him in the back of the head.

Danny’s mind had been moving a mile a minute as it happened. Everything was too hot, the air was a coarse poison. At least the sparks were pretty, they remind him of the stars.

CRACK.

::

Nothing had been the same since.

He obsessed over things. He was always depressed or tired or angry or on the verge of tears. He scared everybody (intentionally or not) he knew and they now bend over backwards as to not set the ghost off. Even dogs were scared of him.

This lost, tainted taste of humanity made him upset. This was nothing he wanted.

And on nights like this, when he wished he wasn’t some sort of half breed that shouldn’t exist, he liked to distract his mind and dwell on happier times.

He was reading something online about Laika.

And it wasn’t a happy or valiant story as that children’s book portrayed it to be.

Newspapers and other public sources of the time said that the dog lasted a week and went relatively peacefully. Later on, the actual details were released. The reality was the dog was alive in Space for a few hours at the most.

And now Danny knew it was far from peaceful.

That fact made Danny’s heart hurt. It made his core ache in sympathy.

Laika had been a stray they took off the street, trained to stay in tiny spaces, undergoing various tests that astronauts go through. A ship was no place for a dog.

Something went wrong. She quickly died of stress. She quickly died of overheating. The scientists didn’t expect her to last more than four days in the first place. She had been left completely at the mercy of a cruel and unforgiving environment.

And maybe he was grasping at straws, but Danny couldn’t help but to think of how similar his own death was.

He cried.

::

Space was an interesting place.

It was terrifying, cold, eerie, beautiful and peaceful. It seemed to be too much to describe or handle, it always contradictory.

He loved it

And Space always had an interesting effect on him - namely his ghostly mind.

The first time he visited had been due to an accident with a new teleportation power. And that was one of the few accidents that lead to some good in his life.

Space made his ghost half feel… completed? There was no good word for it. That place brought back a childish happiness that he thought had been long dead, it felt good. The ghostly parts of him that liked to obsess Latched onto this and made him visit as often as he could.

Later he would find out it was because of his last thoughts. Years later, Danny would find that he couldn’t exactly recall his last thoughts, but if they were about Space then it didn’t surprise him.

Danny had a small collection of souvenirs going, which also made his ghost half happy. A few space rocks he thought looked neat, two tiny bolts, and a piece of a broken solar panel.

The space junk as interesting. Though hard to come by in the sheer enormity of Space, he loved to look at it and for it. One of Danny’s favorite fun facts was of a spatula being lost in space. He would love to find it one day.

Sam and Tuck compare his new collection to that of a bird who collects shiny things. He tells them to shut up.

And while being up there makes him happy, Danny still feels somewhat unsatisfied. At the end of the day, he still has to return home before curfew and he still has to deal with being inhuman. Half the time it’s like putting a bandaid on a wound that needs stitches. It’s like going to Disneyland when you have depression.

Looking at the trash at leasts gets his mind off of things.

It was by pure chance he stumbled upon another ghost in Space.

He was initially lured in by wreckage of a cone-shaped satellite (or capsule? He wasn’t sure what was a better word for it). But oh wow… he hasn’t come across anything quite like this yet. Fascinating! When Danny’s mind became fixated on the celestial trash, he manages to forget everything, just for a bit.

The contraption is larger than him, and he isn’t sure of what to do with it. His mind not-so-helpfully offered the idea of taking it home. That wouldn’t work. Probably. Maybe he would try it but he needs to know more first. The cold metal surface seems to have been worn down by the (nonexistent) environment. He flew closer, maybe there would be some identifying mark.

The last thing Danny expected to happen was for his ghost sense to go off.

The innocent wonder and fascination were gone in a snap. Back were those guarded and aggressive fighting behaviors that he associated with cold lungs. He was unsettled. This was supposed to be his little safe place, no ghosts should be here. After glancing around and seeing nobody, his stance dropped by just the slightest bit.

His eyes were once again trained on the satellite in a suspicious, untrusting gaze.

Something in the back of his mind was itching, though. Despite himself, Danny’s suspicion was melting away into something akin to thoughtfulness and curiosity. It was the satellite. Maybe the Itself vessel was a ghost? Concepts, possessions, and structures have the potential to crossover into the Ghost Zone and be classified as undead. In this case, he doubted that theory.

A satellite with a ghost on it?

He finally touched the cold metal, not really affected by the temperature. He wished there was sound in space, though. The action felt incomplete without some sort of thumping noise.  Nothing happened. He further hesitated before phasing his head in near the top, his personal otherworldly glow lit up what he saw. Wires and electronics. Lovely. He continued to slowly work his way down, marveling at the technology.

On some level, Danny knew it was coming. Regardless, the boy wasn’t prepared for when he came eye to eye with a starry ghost dog.

Both ghosts were transfixed.

Danny didn’t even realise he had phased a hand in until the ghost dog had gotten up from a resting position. But the halfa’s eyes gazed to the floor of the small pod, past the legs of the ghost and to the mess on the floor-

Startled, he phased his head out, forcibly putting space between himself and what was in there.

He couldn’t get his mind off of it. He couldn’t get his body to stop shaking. His arms were clasped tight around his body in some attempt of self comfort. A anxiety attack of some sort is what Jazz would tell him what was happening. It didn’t matter, though.

Danny never did good with seeing the aftermath of death. And that? He had reasons for trying not to cry in Space but things were already difficult, that is close to pushing him over the edge. This was supposed to be his solitary corner of reality. The halfa continued with his internal war.

But a little wet nudge on his cheek brought him out of that headspace. There was some ice on his cheek, but Danny didn’t give it any mind.

He cracked open one eye - not even realising they were closed - and there was the starry mutt. ��Laika’, some part of his mind whispered.

Danny didn’t dare to move one bit, only staring. Dogs didn’t like him very much anymore, he reminded himself. But…The mutt was wagging her tail, and little bits of stardust were flung with it. The dog had not run away yet.

Danny reached a hand to it.

Laika didn’t flinch like other dogs he tried to pet. To his delight, she leaned into his gloved hands. And the dog didn’t protest one but as he brought the ghost into his arms.

Both of their cores were pulsing, in something akin to a mutual understanding.

He heald Laika for a while longer. Danny tried not to cry in Space. His tears had the terrible habit of freezing in his eyes and it was often a painful ordeal.

Still, the tears came.

[ssssnekson]

the mist settled ( moxiety )

This is more of a... very long drabble. I didn’t mean for it to get so long I was just testing my writing style cause I got inspired by a book. Haven’t written in ages so if it’s funky please tell me :]

Rating: PG

Characters: Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders

Words: 1,154

Warnings: some self doubt, not insanely romantic but they do kiss, mentions of polymary, mention of analogical

Pairing: Moxiety! first time writing it, tell me if I did any good

Summary: Virgil comes to pick Patton up from work and Patton finally musters up some courage.

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It was a foggy crisp night. Patton stood outside in his fluffy uniform skirt and apron, pencil still tucked behind chestnut colored hair from his earlier shift. He sighed and looked out towards the road near the diner. He could see the bright lights of Virgil’s deep dark purple Camry coming towards him and if he strained his ears hard enough, he could hear the faint notes of the Be More Chill album as much as Virgil liked to deny he listened to musicals that often. Patton knew that once he touched the car those faraway notes would dissipate and the music would melt into Brendan Urie and the occasional rare Lizzo song. The thought of Virgil not being comfortable with sharing his true tastes of music with Patton was disconcerting and made Patton shiver a bit more in the chilly night air.

The sky was completely black with no stars. The fog rolled in from the hills and looked palpable, like one could run their fingers through it like some kind of wool. Virgil’s wheels made a soft crunching noise against the gravel, grounding Patton away from his introspections and back to the present time where Virgil was getting out of the car in a big puffy coat, sweatpants, and an unmatching sweatshirt. He seemed to not be wearing socks either, and it being compared to Patton’s neat and tidy appearance they were a sight to behold. Patton found himself smitten.

And wasn’t that just the problem at its very core? Patton’s immature feelings, his uncontrolled sighs and imaginings of holding hands and kissing foreheads. He was in - not love, not yet - he was hardcore crushing on his best friend. Now, they both liked men. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was Patton was 100% sure that Virgil had a crush on Logan and Patton was 100% uncertain if Virgil was any type of poly or if this simply wouldn’t work out. But looking at Virgil’s face take on a soft pink tint as his eyes landed on Patton’s skirt and exposed legs, Patton decided to throw caution to the wind. Virgil was interested. Patton was very interested. And Virgil was coming closer… Wait a minute…

Virgil came close, grabbing Patton’s hands and pulling them close to his chest.

“Hey, Pat.” He said, and his eyes glimmered with beautiful familiarity and perhaps an ounce of love.

“Hey, Virge!” Patton said with enthusiasm. Tonight was the night and there was no way he was sending Virgil mixed signals by pretending to not be anything short of enthused to see him. Virgil returned Patton’s smile with a small one of his own.

“How was your shift?” He asked, still cradling Patton’s hands and therefore making it hard to think.

“Pretty good,” Patton forced out, cheeks a ruddy red. “Jenny came back tonight and showed me more pictures of her newborn!”

“Sounds great,” Virgil said, then his small smile widened into something playful. “... Any leftovers?” Patton nodded happily and released his hands from Virgil’s gentle hold to grab the bag sitting next to him on the floor.

“Four beignets with the housemade jam, a couple wings, and two slices of sausage pizza!” He said and proudly held out his gifts to Virgil. And ah, there it was. That flash of something lovely in his eyes, that softening of his smile and relaxation of his posture.

“God, Pat. This is amazing. We’ll be eating good tonight, huh? What movie should we watch to this scrumdiddlyumptious food?”

Virgil must have used a Roahl Dahl word on purpose, to entice Patton to the movie night(as if he could say no anyways).

“Hmm. How about Winnie the Pooh? Or Shrek 2?” Patton suggested. Virgil laughed.

“Those are two very different movies, Pat. But somehow, I think they’d work together. Good idea.” Another smile. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Wait-” Patton stopped Virgil from turning around, a hand on his sleeve. “I have something to tell you.”

Virgil turned back so he was facing Patton and his eyes betrayed his anxiety. Patton hated that look on him so he decided to do this quick. It’ll be just like ripping off a bandaid.

“I… I have a crush on you, Virgil!” He borderline yelled. His cheeks easily filled in with a sweet red and warmed his face in the dewey darkness of the night. Virgil’s face did the same and his face was nothing short of shocked.

“Are you serious?” Virgil asked, and Patton’s heart sunk. “Wh-what? Why me? I’m so- I just..!”

Virgil took a moment to rub his hands over his face before placing them clasped in front of him. “Patton. You could do so much better than me. I’m like, one piece of worthless gravel to your Mount Rushmore. I’m like the Adam Sandler to your Dawnye “The Rock” Johnson. The Cromwell to your Wednesday Addams! You’re too perfect to be with me!”

Patton slapped his hands to Virgil’s cheeks, snapping him out of it. “Virgil! Be quiet! You are none of those things and it should do you very well to never think like that again, you hear me? I’m not perfect, not by a long shot, kiddo. And nobody is. Everyone knows the only truly perfect beings are puppies and kitties!”

Virgil snorted at that, “Pat, what-” but Patton wasn’t finished.

“In my imperfect eyes, you’re the one for me. The only one for me. When I’m around you, I feel like I need to wipe my glasses off constantly because my face steams up so often! When you play the guitar for me, I practically die on the spot because I think, maybe, just maybe. This song is about me. Virgil, I-” Patton gets cut off my the feeling of chapped lips on his and the mist seems to stop its slow descent downwards. Patton’s hands slid down to Virgil’s shoulders and Virgil’s moved to Patton’s cheeks. The kiss was soft and slow and both of their faces were wet from fog but neither of them cared. The car very well could have burst into flames and Patton would insist on a few more seconds to kiss Virgil before addressing the situation. Virgil’s lips traveled over his in an intoxicating mix of just enough pressure and then not enough. They parted for air and then immediately dived back in with more open mouthed presses of lips, and Patton sighed when Virgil drew away. His lips were kind of red and swollen and Patton wanted to kiss him even more. The mist settled, landed on Virgil’s nose and Patton’s exposed legs. Patton shivered, and Virgil’s nose twitched.

“How about we… go back home and continue this there with some Shrek 2?” Virgil asked, rather shyly.

“Yeah, of course! Of course.”

And with hands intertwined they navigated the way back to the car and managed to only give chaste kisses across the seats as they made their way home.

[evanstanhoney]

When You Hurt I Hurt.

a/n: idk what the fuck this is? just a drabble from a slightly inebriated Marlee who just wants to a curly-headed fuck named Shawn to love on her. as you can guess this is highly unedited so...take it as you will :) 

summary: it’s always more difficult than you think to say goodbye. 

⚠️warnings: angst, breakups, mentions of blood (kinda)

word count: 1k

It's one of those things that you never expected. Falling in love. And certainly not with someone like Shawn. He just seems too perfect. He was so unreal and much more than anything you could have ever cooked up in your childhood dreams of what prince charming could be. But he was real and he was yours and somehow he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

That's why when things started to go bad you didn’t want to let it go. You didn’t want to believe that what you had, what you’d dreamed when you were little could go bad. That it could be taken away from you. But you and Shawn. You weren’t good together. As much as you wanted each other and as much as you wanted it to work. You just couldn't. Call it busy schedules call it little quirks, there was always something between the two of you that kept you from connecting. Fully connecting. And when that realization happened… there was nothing you could do about it.

He tried to come around your condo when you weren't home, to get his things. He knew your schedule well enough, and since the moment you decided it was over between the two of you he made a conscious effort to keep a distance. But he mixed up your Wednesdays and your Thursdays and now he’s standing in the doorway of your once shared home staring at you like a deer in headlights. He doesn’t say a word so you take the reigns.

“Hi.”

It’s not much, but it’s something.

“I’m sorry.” He stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. Shawn was never nervous around you and seeing him now. Tiptoeing around you like he was maneuvering around landmines was weird.

“Don’t apologize. This is your place too.”

Was. It was his place.

“I just wanted to grab some more of my things. I don’t want to disturb you.”

“You’re not, really it’s okay.”

Shawn makes his way to your once shared bedroom, while you turn your attention back to your laptop where you're sat at the kitchen counter, typing away in a hurry for some deadlines. Your life with Shawn may have stopped dead in its tracks but you still had responsibilities you needed to take care of and while you may have spent many a night crying yourself to sleep and avoiding said responsibilities, you were never going to let Shawn see it.

You were just about finished typing up an email when you were a flow of swears coming from Shawn out of the bedroom. You followed his voice into the walk-in closet and find him holding his hand to his chest teeth biting into his lip. You look down and notice a few droplets of blood on the carpet.

“Oh my -”

“I’m fine. Go back to work.” You could barely make out the words as they came out, through his gritted teeth.

“Shawn -”

“ I’m fine.”

“Come here,” You say firmly stepping closer to him, “let me see.”  You pull his hand away from his chest examining the wound. It’s not the largest cut but it’s deep and bleeding quite a bit.

“It’s not that bad honey. I’m fine.”

Your heart stops a bit at the nickname, but you quickly regain your composure. He doesn’t even realize what he’s said until he’s seas your face go pale.

“It’s not fine.” You sigh looking up at him, “Let me see what I can do.”

You pull him into your large bathroom and sit him on the edge of the tub. You turn towards the cabinets under the sink in search of the first aid kit you’d forced him to buy.

He insisted that they were unnecessary, that he wouldn’t need anything other than a few packs of bandaids, but you knew better. And you knew your clumsy boy, so you finally talked him into buying the nice kit you’d seen at the shop. Turns out you’d never ended up using it until now.

You grabbed the things you’d thought you’d need to clean him up and turned to get to work on his hand.

“How’d you manage this anyway?”

“Boxcutter. I was trying to - well I don’t know what I was trying to do.” He says with a little chuckling looking up at you, hoping to get you to crack a smile.

You don’t. You want to. But you don’t.

He looks at you while you fix him up, eyes studying everything feature memorizing them, knowing this is the last time he’d ever be this close to them again. You feel his eyes on you and you try to stay focused on your work, and you do a good job until he finally speaks.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m almost done with -”

“I don’t mean pulling you away from work stuff.” his voice is soft and it's that tone he’s only ever used with you. “I’ve been - I was a horrible boyfriend to you. I -”

“Shawn, don't worry about it.”

“No, just. Let me say this. Please.” He breaths, eyes wide and you swear you can see tears threatening to spill. “I wasn’t what you needed. I’m sorry baby. I tried, and I wanted to be that guy for you. You deserve everything in the world and then some, and I’m sorry that I wasn’t the one to be able to give that to you. But - I still love you. I’ll always love you and even if this. Even if we aren’t perfect now, then maybe one day we can be.”

“Shawn why are you saying this now.” You mumble, trying your best to keep your tears at bay but one falls anyway. He reaches up and wiped it away with his thumb before quickly pulling his hand ways safely to his side.

“Because I didn’t realize how good I had it. Until I didn’t.”

There’s a long moment of silence between the two of you, and you can't think of anything to say, but you everything in you is screaming to kiss him. To take him back, and hold him and never like go. But you have too.

For now at least.

“Shawn. This - we can’t. Not now.”

He looks up at you defeated. A part of him hoped that his speech would get you to change your mind, and of course, it did, but you had to stand firm in your choice.

“Yeah. I -. You’re right.”

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