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carrie - s.geto

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection

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warnings - reader is fem core, and also not a very good person as it turns out, blood and gore, bullying, vague religious imagery, material emotional abuse (light), kinda rushed towards the end (i wanted to be done already lmao)

word count - 8.6 K / rating - PG-13

The dark doesn’t scare you much. Since you were little, the jitters everybody else described when their parents dared to shut their door for bedtime were simply lost on you. Suguru explained it to you once - the dark itself is not scary, it's the mystery of what's inside those shadowy pockets. Again, however, that dread is nowhere to be found in your beating chest.

Because you know what’s inside - you can see their twisted expressions and the vein-like sprawls of black tendrils. Their eyes that are impossibly sunken or painfully bulging. Teeth that clack and gums that suck and stick against one another. Limbs in plenty, or none at all, wrapped in paper skin that exposes every divot of bone, or sometimes fleshy and fat and full. You can see them, you do not fear the dark. And you do not fear any mysteries.

You fear the creatures that stare back.

Acknowledging them did not make them disappear. Ignoring them didn’t either. Telling your mother made her seek out ways to prove her spiritual devotion. You can’t - and refuse to - imagine sharing with your peers.

They would hardly lend an ear anyway.

You’ve done a good job enduring. Until you don’t.

Chin pressed to your chest, you curl both arms tight around yourself as you and your fellow students flood from the school gates. Your fingers pull tightly at your uniform sleeves as a pack of boys comes blaring past, shouting excitedly about whose house will be ransacked for the night. Your eyes track each crack in the pavement below you. The sun bounces violently into your eyes, stinging them. You clench your eyes, opening them again when your body collides with a bigger one.

Tilting your head up on instinct, the shock of it all renders your previous years of haunted, terrible figures utterly useless.

Your throat swells, gut hitching tightly. Your skin shreds up into millions of little bumps at the sudden cold.

Lumps twitch under midnight skin - piled together lazily like a child’s drawing of a bodybuilder. Two arms, two legs, and two eyes, a shaking humanoid mimicry that leans down to press its flat face closer to your stilled one. Sweat beads down your forehead despite the chill. Its plump lips stretch up, misaligned rows of jagged teeth on display. And it giggles down at you - wavering and layered with the reflection of little girls and teenagers and old men.

Finally, you break from your stunned state and stumble back. A wordless scream rips at your throat, both arms flying up in front of your face as if to guard it.

Little girls and old men laugh again, but this time the sound of teenagers has amplified.

Shakily, your arms fall into your lap and you look around as upper and underclassmen point and howl. Your lungs feel pressed, yet moments from popping at how you heave at the same time.

“What’s your problem?”

“Seeing things?"

“What the hell was that?!”

Your hands clap over your eyes again when the hulking mass of rippling bumps and muscles refuses to trample away.

“Go away!” you scream, “Go away, go away, go away!”

Two arms pull you into a warm chest, a hand petting your head over the heart beneath. The body rocks you as one would a baby, “How can you all be so callous! Someone get Principal Machigae! Now!”

“Hey,” you hear your name faintly, the hand on your head moving to wipe stray tears from your burning cheek, “It’s alright - you’re alright!”

The bigger body pries your hands down, and you peek an eye open to find the malformation gone.

Then you see them. The eyes that take form. That blink. Upper and underclassmen murmur amongst themselves. Their eyes cut across your body, serving the slices of meat up to one another to pick at. Tear away the skin and dig into your fat.

Your chest sputters, burrowing into your self-induced ball of safety and blocking out the whispers. The scraping of sharp knives across the silver platter. The stronger voice above you, trying to coax you from your chamber.

Into the back of your mind, you retreat. Big, colorful flowers that release no itchy pollen. Warm meals that soothe your soul. Suguru’s big hands holding yours so assuredly. Suguru’s sweet voice singing your name.

…

The chairs in Principal Machigae’s office are too squeaky for your liking. It isn’t even the pleather - which would cling to any given skin, were you not wearing tights - it’s the weak joints in each leg. Loose screws and old bones.

Your mother sits straight, legs crossed at the ankles and knees pressed together, beside you, “I don’t understand, she’s never displayed this type of behavior before.”

Her eyes slip to you. Nails burying into her handbag.

Your eyes are still glazed and wet, ears burning with the echoing laughter.

...

“She thinks I’m seeing devils,” you sigh, an arm thrown over your eyes as you lay in your bed - your other hand pressing your phone to your ear.

“You’re kidding…” Suguru has never liked your mother, “Why doesn’t she take you to a doctor?”

He wishes he could tell you everything. Puke up his guts and then some. But Shoko is staring him down, shaking her head.

“I dunno…” but you sound so distraught as you describe every mutated body you cross nowadays, “She thinks it’s all hocus pocus bullshit.”

“Hm? And seeing actual devils isn’t?” he snickers, pointedly looking away from Shoko.

Shoko has explained to him the same thing, in the same way, that Yaga has. Telling you the truth runs the risk of you telling others the truth in an attempt to end your torment. One that they each deeply understand, but cannot risk the incoming wrath of people with more authority than both of them combined.

“Right?!” you whisper the exclamation, and he can just imagine the way you twist on your bed. Rolling onto your stomach on your sheets, propping your head up with a hand, “It’s so… ugh!”

“You know you can always come out to Tokyo,” Suguru shoves Satoru away when the pale fool makes kissy noises at him, Shoko joining in soon after, “Stay with me. I’ll pay for it all.”

“No, no,” you like that he offers, “You’re coming home soon anyway, I’ll get you to myself then.”

“Soon isn’t soon enough,” he stands up from Shoko’s bed when his friends coo and clap, “Sorry, I have to beat up some idiots. Call you later?”

“Hm, I might just head to bed… try to sleep off whatever happened…”

It helps that you can’t think of another better way to spend your time.

Suguru bids you his final goodbyes before you hang up. He clicks his phone shut and bats a fist hard into Satoru’s shoulder, then huffs and rolls his eyes over Shoko’s teasing.

Those next days leading up to Suguru’s return are no easier than the days before.

Your daily schedule has manifested into something completely new. Rotten and putrid flesh bleeding over into normalcy.

In the morning before school, you pray at your mother’s feet. At school, you take longer routes from class to cafeteria to home to avoid as many people as possible. The people you cannot avoid scream in your face - crying for you to go away in the way you did that monster. You scrub black marker from your desk after school and pretend to not be able to recall every dirty name scrawled over the wood. At home, you pray again before doing homework and calling Suguru. When Suguru has to hang up, you go to sleep.

And you do the very same thing the next day.

And the next.

And on Saturday, before going with the Geto family to pick up Suguru - your mother shoves you to your knees at her feet and forces more prayers from your quivering lips.

In the car, Suguru surprises you - declaring that he’d like to stay with you tonight.

His parents seem uneasy at the suggestion before giving in. They’re less comfortable with you now than they used to be.

Suguru is allowed in your room, but your mother very firmly states that he’s to sleep in the guest room down the hall.

Something Suguru has grown increasingly fond of since being sent to Jujutsu Tech is physical contact. Coddling you to his broad chest and feeling the thrum of your blood beneath your skin. Switching positions and hearing your heart still beating. He told you once that it was hard to ground himself at school - that the dwindling class numbers and surrounding forest were driving him crazy. It doesn't hurt that you don’t mind the additional heat swarming you in his arms.

“Sorry I’m so boring,” he’s quiet, but light with humor, “right when I get here.”

“‘s fine,” you burrow into his chest. He’s oddly filled out since going to Tokyo. Bigger and bulkier, “I like this.”

Suguru breathes deeply, your head lifting in time with the smooth motion. If you were to slide your head up and glance at him, you’d see the gentle smile on his face, “I do, too.”

He’s a lot clingier now. Calls you every day and texts you at odd hours. As if you may disappear without him ever knowing. He’s desperate to know you still exist.

Another big breath warns you that he’ll start talking again, “I meant it. You can stay with me in Tokyo,” this time you do slide your head up to look at him, but he’s already staring down at you. Thick eyelashes gently bat at his cheeks, dark obsidian eyes so warm on you, “I’ll make it happen.”

You snort, curling the arm settled on his chest around his waist and squeezing, “Yeah? What if your principal kicks me out?”

Stubbornly, he shakes his head, bangs falling across his forehead, “I wouldn’t let him.”

“Oh? You have that much influence?”

“Mhm,” he smiles thinly, always so certain of himself, “You’d be surprised.”

Suguru has never really liked your mother. He thinks she does a rotten job of loving you.

You don’t like the air conditioning in Counselor Haiboku’s office. It rattles obnoxiously and spits freezing air that not even the long sleeves of your uniform can combat.

She clears her throat, wiry glasses slipping a little down the bridge of her nose, “So, what I can do is recommend a therapist through a third party,” her voice is tinny and strained, as she's at a consultation desk rather than a school, “We can organize it so that you’ll be able to meet in my office, likely during your gym block.”

“My mom probably wouldn’t like that…” you know what you hope she’ll do with that information.

“Hm,” she hums, head tilting and hands scrambling to even a stack of papers against the surface of her desk, “I can scout a professional preemptively, and all she’ll have to do is sign to acknowledge that you’re meeting.”

Before she could even finish speaking, you’re already shaking your head, “My mom definitely won’t sign.”

You know what you want her to ask. You know how you would respond. You just don’t know how much more you’ll have to say before she finally asks.

Are you okay at home?

Instead, she sighs with a forced grin, shaking her own head, “Don’t give up hope. She seems harsh, but your mother loves you. Try bringing it up and we’ll discuss it further.”

What else you don’t know - is if you respond to that.

It seemed like a blur with the way your gut swirled and head pounded. Heart squished down to your feet. The organ splurted wetly against the floors with every step back to your gym block.

Once you arrived, after dragging yourself through changing into your uniform, the other girls had no interest in letting you join their teams. They usually don’t, though. And this time, Coach Teru permits you to find a solitary activity.

It’s reassuring, at least, to know that not all teachers are blind to the goings of students.

By the end of the hour, as with every day for gym, you and the other girls are piled into the showers. Eyes darting away to the tiled walls and floors and arms fastened around belly pouches and plump thighs as those parts of you all are unnatural. A blobby, juniper green thing with arms that shiver with each stretch lingers around flustered girls trying to cinch the flimsy curtains closed. Short, stubby legs let it slowly wobble between each uncomfortable body.

You’re trying to hurry through every automatic motion, scrubbing the soap from your locker into your skin like it could wash away the slimy feeling this spirit leaves behind. Eyes clenched shut and head perfectly straight. Water drips over your face, pooling around your cupid’s bow.

Quick fingers sink soap into your thigh before the bar slips from your grasp. And for a moment, your immediate instinct is to deny that it even fell. Until that dull thunk hits your ears, you are in blissful ignorance of your terrible mistake.

Frostbitten bitemarks tingle up your shaking thighs, sharp points threatening to break the skin. You can feel pudge press against the rounded base of your stomach, slithering arms jiggling around your waist.

“Look away…!” it’s squawky voice cries, teeth scraping against your soft flesh, “Look away…!”

“Stop it!” you welch, hands slamming over your ears and body tucking out from under the water and sliding against the wet wall until your bottom meets the ground, “Stop, stop, stop!”

A distinctly girlish, throaty groan rises from the stall in front of you, your eyes peeling wide in time to catch her peeking over the separating board. But most of your attention is on the limping, wobbling devil in front of you. It reaches out with long, unbalanced arms and razor-sharp nails that clack together. Its own eyes are popping out from its face, staring at you despite its pleas for you to divert your attention.

“What’s your problem?” the girl asks, sneering. You fail to reply, hands tightening around your ears and legs pressing against your chest, “What? Got your period?”

Chest heaving and broken whimpers leaving your lips, you merely drag your stare down to the tile by your bent legs.

“Oh my God…” the same girl looks out at the audience she’s conjured. Shrugging at each questioning face.

“Her batshit mom didn’t say anything,” another girl snickers, reaching into her bag and plucking out a tampon before tossing it at your aghast face. Laughing when you flinch away.

A third pops up behind her friend, long black hair flowing behind her as she creeps towards your stall. She maneuvers her hand back behind the steel shower head and angles it back towards you. More girls have gathered, some towards the back and some eagerly shoving their way to the front. The girl with black hair laughs with more twisted intent than the devil before you as she sprays you with water, twisting the temperature knob to icy cold.

“Still wanna keep clean, ya know?” you tuck your head between your knees, squealing as the chilling water hits your bare skin. Your hands slide against the tile as you try moving out from under the flow, “Don’t wanna get any sicker than you already are!”

A new chill breaks across the skin of your shins, ripping down - “Look away! Look away!”

“Stop it!” you screech, kicking out against the curse. It flies back and a new ring of laughter escapes most of the gathering girls, “No, no!”

“Ah- !” a scream, then the harsh thud of a back meeting the wall, and the water stops.

A warm body scoops you close. Coach Teru’s voice breaks out across the locker room, “How could you all stand there?!” she presses you close as your shivering gets worse, “You should all be ashamed of yourselves,” you are, you know that, “All of your parents will be hearing about this, and I hope you all expect big punishments!”

“Hey…” a girl from the middle of the crowd steps forward, “She’s not even bleeding…”

Instantly, your legs seal back to your chest.

“She’s really as crazy as her mom!”

Your eyes weakly peel open, catching the curious gaze of the uncanny thing before you. Its arms are loopy at its sides, its whole body tilting to the side on untrained feet. You sniffle, trying to wipe away the building tears but only smearing more water across your face, “Help me…”

Its watching eyes go eggshell white. One of its arms unlatches from the floor and flings up into one of the lightbulbs above you. Breaking the light and casting shadows across your naked form as the girls scream. The dark is momentary relief, knowing that the crowd is no longer as focused on you as they were.

...

Suguru bursts into Counselor Haiboku’s office seconds before your mother does. His large hands gently pet over your shoulders, eyes scrambling over your body as if assessing damage. Your mother loudly demands information from Haiboku - what have you done, where were you, why was she called from work - as Suguru helps you to stand.

You’re rattled, undeniably. But you’re grateful, too. For that spirit.

Not soon enough, you’re in the backseat with Suguru. He still holds you, as if he’d almost lost you, as if you're precious. It’s funny, in a way.

“What even happened?” your mother cuts you off prematurely with a scoff, “I know what happened - you and your devils. Your devils,” she murmurs, “Pray as soon as we get home. You’re getting worse.”

You nod listlessly, “Yes, Mother.”

Suguru grunts, deep in the back of his throat in protest. Despite being sent to a private religious school, you don’t know him to be a pious man at all. He goes to speak out, but you clasp your hand over his and subtly shake your head.

He wants to tell you everything. It physically sickens him, he gets so nauseous that he can barely keep down anything he eats. Or perhaps that is because he knows where your mother hides you away when she demands that you pray. A cramped closet with low, exposed candles and creeping spiders in each corner.

The next morning, you realize the girl with black hair is Rinko Ayashi. A girl you remember from junior high. She never seemed to like you, but you didn’t care for her either.

Also that next morning, you’re bidding Suguru a final farewell before leaving for school. His hugs dawdle, soaking up what remaining time he has before his parents take him back to the train for Tokyo. He reminds you once again - I’ll make it happen - before watching you begin your trek to school, a heavy sickness resonating through his whole body.

You can sense this creature faintly before you see it. A bulbous head and teeny, gossamer thin wings with a yellow little body. Insect-like. Almost cute. It doesn’t fly too close nor does it make you uncomfortable.

Two passing boys reach out to yank your hair and call you creepy for staring off.

Just as you begin to wilt, this insect-like spirit flies closer. It pauses just short of landing on your shoulder until you bump the muscle and nod for it to flutter down.

“C’mere.”

The creature’s eyes sheen in flat white before daintily positioning itself on your shoulder. The added weight is comforting, somewhat. Like the strong hand of a parent, guiding their youngest child to their class.

...

By the time you reach your gym block, your new friend is still clinging to your padded uniform shoulder.

Coach Teru intercepts your approach, but you can still spot the glares over her shoulder. She tells you not to worry. That the girls are only bitter over consequences of their actions - stripped privileges of attending the school festival. She moves aside, and you creep into the gymnasium. It smells strongly of lemon and raw chemicals. You prefer that to the maliciousness that rolls off your peers in thick curds.

Rinko lurches forward sharply, letting out a growly yelp in your face before huffing, “I wish I could make you bleed for real.”

Teru overhears, naturally, “Hey! Ayashi, thirty minutes after cleaning - you’re in here doing laps.”

Rinko glares at you again.

“Come on!” Teru calls out across the room, “Let’s get changed and start class!”

The spirit on your shoulder nuzzles into your cheek, pushing against the downturn of your lips and humming lowly. On your other shoulder, a soft, lithe hand lands. You follow the polished pink nails up, climbing along the long, black uniform sleeve, and finally to the flustered, red face.

Yonaka Hokori - Rinko’s former best friend - her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her hand draws back and she lowers her head, “I’m really sorry,” her voice wobbles, arms trembling, “You shouldn’t have been treated that way by me and the others. It was nothing but evil!”

“No, it’s…” you press your lips, fingers knotting together. Your shoulders bow, eyes flitting from Yonaka’s face to your shoes, “I’m sorry you can’t go to the festival anymore…”

“What? No way!” Yonaka has curled hair that bounces with her movements, she insists it’s inherited from her mother, but nobody knows for sure, “You should be able to enjoy it without us being there to remind you of… well. You know.”

Yonaka is just as bouncy as her hair. Big smiles that show off her pearly teeth.

“I dunno,” you scratch your elbow even though there is no itch. The spirit pulls back, now hanging off your hair like a monkey to vines, “It isn’t like I have someone to go with…” Yonaka walks with you to the locker room, her round face tilting curiously, “My only friend just went back to Tokyo, I’d feel bad asking him to make the trip again.”

Rinko’s melodic laugh rings through the space, a wobbly green thing peers around the corner leading to the showers, “Doubt you have a friend out in Tokyo. Much less a him.”

You fold your arms and Yonaka’s lashes narrow at the girl, “I do, too. It’s Suguru.”

Again, she laughs. Nose wrinkling in a snarl, “No chance. Geto was too cool for you, the only reason he was nice to you was ‘cuz your moms were friends,” her brown eyes scrawl lazily from your feet to your face, “Emphasis on ‘were’, since your mom’s gone off the deep end nobody wants to be her friend anymore,” she grins suddenly, “Just like you.”

Your body snaps around, rushing out of the metal doorway and towards the closest bathrooms. The insect pulls closer, bitty hands clinging to the warm skin of your embarrassed face. It’s cold skin cooling you.

In the changing room, Yonaka’s raspy voice is cracking out harshly as she yells, “What is wrong with you?!”

“What?” Rinko rolls her eyes, “It’s what she gets for trying to attract so much attention. She wants it until she can’t handle it - that’s not my problem. Nutjob’s been like this since junior high.”

Yonaka rolls her eyes and scrounges for her phone, pushing all the way to her boyfriend’s contact, and digging out each character. Normally, she’d skirt the long process of texting via notes or verbal passage, but this is urgent.

we need to talk. don’t freak out i’m not breaking up with you.

…

“She obviously needs more friends than this ‘Geto’ guy.”

“It just won’t be the same if I’m not going with you…”

“You’re so sappy. Now use that to make her feel better, hm?”

…

Suguru is very warm. His body runs hot naturally. And he's very level-headed and mellow, like gentle sunshine. He likes to care for others, to uplift and blow away the dust. He’s been that way since you were both little. Does he use that kind soul just to placate your loneliness?

Another, practically identical, insect-like spirit comes to your other shoulder. Its hands scrape against your lower lids, desperately cupping the tears that fall from your lashes.

When you want it the least, a new presence descends upon you. A cheery voice, and you find it to be Yonaka’s introverted boyfriend.

“So, I heard that you don’t have anyone to go to the festival with,” he starts, dodging your stare entirely, “And since I’m already out of a date, I figured that we should go together.”

You wonder if he knows your name. And if he does, then is it only because of his girlfriend? Or did he notice you before?

Did he pity you?

Did he think about stepping up?

Did he think about joining in?

“Did Hokori put you up to this?” you ask.

At the mention of his girlfriend, the boy lights up. His cheeks flush and his whole body straightens up, as if she may appear at any moment, “Honestly, yes - but! It could be fun to get to know each other.”

You kick the toe of your shoe down into the ground, looking at the impact in the dirt, “It’ll be social suicide.”

“I don’t care,” he scratches the side of his nose, “It’s just high school.”

The sound of a giggle surprises you, what surprises you more is that it’s your mouth the sound comes from. Both spirits are startled away, buzzing off into the distance. And you hardly notice.

“Yeah,” you lock your hands behind your back, suddenly bashful under this foreign attention, “Okay. That could be fun.”

Thumb hovering over the call button, you breathe in deeply before committing. It rings once. Twice. Three times.

Four.

Five…

It rings until you hear the robotic woman on the other end, “The number you have dialed- “

You hang up before the message can start. You redial Suguru’s number.

It rings once. Twice. Three times.

You hang up just as the woman starts speaking again.

”The number you have dialed- “

With nothing to placate this loneliness, you turn over in your sheets and let slumber snatch you away as the sun begins to sink below the mountains.

You’re startled out of bed by the techno ringing of Pac-man’s main theme. Throwing your sheets off, your hand beats around your nightstand to (eventually) find the source of the sudden noise. You silence it by accepting the call before you can see who’s name - or number - was printed across the screen.

“Hello?” your voice is dry, cracking towards the end - and subconsciously, you reach out for the water bottle sitting at the edge of your stand.

“Hey, sorry…” it’s Suguru, he sounds drowsy, words lilting and slurring on the edge of sleep, “I saw you called and didn’t wanna sleep until I made sure you were okay.”

“Aw,” how could someone so tender be so willing to be around you, “I’m fine, Sugu, just missed you…”

A humiliating admission, you fear.

But Suguru would never want to humiliate you.

“I missed you, too,” you can hear his bed creak on the other end of the line, he groans faintly as his sore muscles settle in the new position, “Satoru and I have this new project - it’s been keeping us busy,” you know of Satoru, you used to get so jealous at the prospect of him stealing away Suguru’s attention - but Suguru was always quick to assure you that he preferred your company, “We were tied up all day and then I passed out as soon as we got back to- “ he clears his throat, “our dorms. Ah, shit, it’s late. You were sleeping.”

You must be on some humored roll today because you’re giggling again, looking down at the blaring crimson numbers scorching your eyes. Quarter past midnight.

“I’d rather talk to you than keep sleeping,” you admit, and it’d be so much more shameful if it were to anyone but Suguru.

“Better not be sleeping in class tomorrow ‘cause of me, your mother’ll kill me,” he groans quietly and the bed creaks again as he tries getting comfortable, “How has she been since I left? Any better?”

And from anyone but Suguru, that could be misconstrued as concern for her but you know better. He’s worried about you because it’s you that’s important to him. He cares. You don’t remember why you thought otherwise.

“If things are getting to be too much,” he continues when you’re quiet for too long, “Just let me know. I’ll - I’ll make them better.”

“Hm? And drag me to Tokyo?”

“Maybe. If you’d like. Or I could stay down there.”

You’d never ask that of him, but he’d still do it anyway.

“Don’t worry about any of that,” you lay back down, pulling your blankets back over your body, “I actually might be making a friend. And someone wants to go to the school festival with me.”

“What?” you can practically see the playful pout on his lips, “Didn’t wanna go with me, huh?”

“I would’ve felt bad keeping you here! Especially when you’ve got exciting projects in Tokyo.”

“None of that even matters compared to how much I like being with you,” he says very seriously. You’re tempted to ask what has him so sentimental tonight.

But you don’t, mostly because the words are trapped in your chest. Right next to your thundering heart, all words and thoughts rattle around - clawing to get out all at once. Eventually, the ones that escape are, “I like being with you, too.”

It’s still. Both of you are in bed. One of you lying about where. Suguru doesn’t want to think about what a bad omen it may be that he’s flirting with you while lying about many facets of his life. You don’t think Suguru could be capable of such lies.

So when he easily insinuates that he’s still at school in Tokyo rather than a hotel in Okinawa babysitting a junior high student, you are none the wiser.

“It would’ve been fun,” he begins again, “We don’t do any festivals here. Just the exchange event and that’s…” he groans heartily and you laugh, “I don’t like the Kyoto students.”

“Well, there’s always next time!” you offer, curling your warm blankets tighter around your body, “I’ll make sure you can come to the next one.”

Suguru doesn’t consider the logistics of how a relationship would work out with you when he’s kept a large portion of his life hidden. But he knows you well, takes pride in it, and he knows you won’t turn your back on him when he does come clean. At some point, Yaga won’t be able to argue against his decision to tell you.

“Can it be a date?”

You turn your head and press your mouth into your pillow before letting out a girlish squeal. Returning to the conversation, you nod even though he can’t see it, “That would be fun!” your heart hurts, it’s pounding so hard, “I hope you don’t plan on making me wait that long for a first date, though.”

He sounds tired as he speaks, but you know he means what he says, “No way - you’re too special.”

For the first time in a long time, you’re dreading going back to sleep. You don’t think you even could right now - body too electrified with excitement.

“Have you seen more of those devils?”

“They don’t feel like devils,” you don’t want to see how your mother looks at you, “They don’t feel evil.”

You don’t need to see how your mother looks at you. You already know she’s horrified. Especially when she fists a chunk of your hair and begins dragging you toward the rickety closet with her altar in it. She’s muttering to herself, eyes darting around the kitchen as if to find one of the creatures that has apparently possessed you.

“Mom!” you claw at her hand, caught between wanting to free yourself and still being too terrified to cause her real damage, “I’m fine! Really! It isn’t- I’m not evil!”

“You’ve changed,” her bug-eyed stare comes down to you through the side of her eyes, “You are not my little girl,” she yanks your hair hard like she’s trying to pull it out, “Not my little girl anymore.”

She pulls again. Harder.

So hard you briefly consider that she might’ve tugged skin straight off your skull.

On the creaky stairs that lead up to your room, creeps down another spirit. It rolls like melty, red Jell-O with a massive eye rotating on the axis. You reach out with one hand while still trying to pry your mother’s hand from your hair. Your feet slip against the linoleum floor, your scalp burning under your mother’s hand.

“Help me!” you whine, your mother pulls harder, you sniffle and claw out for the mushy spirit, “Please, help me!”

Its eye washes over with a milky hue, body jiggling down the stairs rapidly and bowling right into your mother’s legs. She scrambles back, hands now trembling as though you’d been the one to deal the blow. You feel something surging through the tunnels of your veins. A vat of frozen water poured over the sludge clogging your pores. Washing away muck and leaving behind only chills of rejuvenation.

Your mother’s frame withers beneath your gaze. She holds up her hands, clasping them together and murmuring against the shaking appendages. You don’t know who she’s praying to, who she’s asking for forgiveness - it makes you feel something that scares you just a little.

“You won’t mistreat me anymore,” you swallow the lump in your throat, “I’m excited to be happy, and to live! And I won’t let you ruin it!”

She only continues her prayers. You hear your name faintly.

The curse slithers up your body, licking away the salty tears that’ve begun dripping down your face.

“And I’m going to the festival… And you can’t stop me.”

Her eyes clenched shut, lips moving faster against her hands.

You sniffle and the spirit slurps faster at your leaking tears.

“I was planning on taking Yonaka to this one,” the girl's boyfriend - Aoto, you learned - admits shyly, pulling the classroom door open for you, “But I think it’d be a shame to waste.”

“Ah!” you glare over at Aoto lightly, “You should’ve told me we were coming here, I would’ve worn something nice!”

“You are wearing something nice,” he shrugs, “Besides, it isn’t like I’m exactly dolled up.”

It’s corny, undoubtedly, but you can’t help but admire the pink and purple decor. Color-shifting lights and shimmering streamers tacked to the ceiling. White balloons litter the floor and float aimlessly against the ceiling. The hosting students are easy to spot, decked in flowy or poofy ball gowns and sleek tuxedos.

Some other students with previous insight into this exact event are similarly dressed up. Pins and sparkles and stained lips.

Modeled after a cinematic, inauthentic, American prom.

A cold waft of air brushes your back. Two spirits wander in with a third limping in behind them.

Aoto takes your hand and guides you through the crowded classroom until you meet the dance floor; keeping his hands politely on your waist and yours on his shoulders. It’s ridged and you can tell he’d much prefer to have his girlfriend’s head tucked against his chest and under his chin. But that’s okay, you’d rather have Suguru’s hands explore the dips and curves of your waist. You close your eyes and pick yourself up, placing yourself back down in a different world.

One where it is Suguru. His hair is down, inky strands gliding along his shoulders. His hands are tugging you closer and he simply laughs when you accidentally step on the toe of his shoe.

“I know we aren’t close or anything, but I have had a nice time.”

You grin, eyes opening, “I did, too.”

“Yonaka, uh, wanted me to ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“Would you want to go with us- ”

He’s abruptly stopped when the music pauses, both of your heads snapping towards the front of the room.

More spirits are piling into the room, stomping over one another and clawing each other’s flesh as they race into the space.

Two boys struggle to pull the door shut as a final, boarish creature squeezes inside. The door slams loudly and your attention is drawn there before you feel Aoto tense completely against you - his breath hitches and he curses quietly. Slowly, with dread filling your stomach, you look back to the front of the makeshift dance hall.

“Let’s go,” Aoto tries tugging you away, but you remain frozen.

You want to see her as you saw your mother. On the floor and wavering. Asking for forgiveness. You want to feel that scary feeling again. You want Rinko to regret sneaking into school tonight.

The two boys that shut the door now bind Aoto by his arms, Rinko makes a show of your presence. Pointing you out, grinning snidely, “Aren’t you so brave? Coming out tonight when nobody likes you,” many eyes linger, human and spirit, they burn you, “And I think you need a reward. Like a real dance, we need a queen, don’t you think?”

The eyes all feel malicious. Even the creatures only you can see, their gaze feels just as evil as it previously had. Their gaze feels like that of devils.

“You’re not usually so cleaned up, though,” she reaches out and drags you forward, and now you’re not so certain, “I’m more used to you like this.”

Cold water sloshes down your back, gasps retching through the room’s collective chests. Your clothes slick down against your body and chills course up your flesh. Feet patter away from behind you, and a new body approaches from the front. He heaves a bucket up by his shoulder.

The eyes are unblinking.

The abyss stares back.

And you are afraid.

“No, if we really wanted to relive that fantasy then maybe you should actually be bleeding this time.”

The bucket in the boy’s hands tips, and vile red pools to the metal lip before flying out. Red sticks over your skin, plastering your clothes to your body, it drips down your face with grotesque slowness. If you weren’t sure that it’d slip onto your tongue, you’d be screaming. But you can already taste the iron. What you don’t taste, stings your nostrils.

You see that Aoto is released, but you don’t feel relieved. He rushes over to you, ungracefully crashing on his knees at your side. His hands catch yours as they fruitlessly attempt to scratch off the blood - you hadn’t realized you were even doing that. You don’t realize when people begin crowding around you either.

Aoto rips off his jacket to wipe off as much blood from your face as possible. He’s speaking, fast and breathless, and you have no idea what he’s saying. Your ears are ringing. You look at the forming group. Some are smiling. Some are frowning. Some are stuck in the middle. Every devil giggles, though. Loudly,

The door squeaks open, and whoever planned on entering slithers back out when they spot your predicament.

Your devils follow your command, but they will not help. Your peers will not help. Your mother will not help. You are alone in the dark room, and your fear fades. You control the things that stare back from the shadows, you don’t have to be afraid.

Aoto tries to assist you in walking away, his hands are soft and his jacket is left on the ground. Stained in blood. You shove his hands away and look at Rinko, she laughs. Her friends laugh. Aoto is still speaking, but the ringing has yet to stop.

Rinko’s pin-straight hair shines under the dim lighting. You hate her.

“Just wanna…” your voice croaks, Aoto leans closer as if you’re talking to him, “get rid of her…”

The spirits’ giggles abruptly end. Eyes flashing over milky white.

Lightbulbs shatter from behind colored veneer and the emergency red lights flash on. Every body is painted in crimson. You watch Rinko. The ringing grows. She looks up, wide-eyed at the lights. The ringing grows. A stiff, rectangular body with a banging, metallic jaw steps forward. The ringing grows.

The rectangular devil swings its jaw open and practically inhales the top half of Rinko’s body as she screams. The misaligned mouth swings shut with a loud clang and her screaming is cut off. Her body’s bottom half - a quarter of her pelvis and both legs - fall uselessly to the ground in a bloody heap. Stringy, choppy ends of muscle spread over the ground.

Aoto stiffens beside you, his hands tighten around you and he tries yanking you towards the door, “We have to get out - oh, God- what? What was that? What was that?!”

Teenagers sound like squealing pigs as they scream. You hear the classroom door’s hinges squawk and turn towards the sound. The boy that’d dumped blood on you is trying to escape.

“Get rid of them all…” you mutter. Catching Aoto’s attention.

The door snaps shut, a brutish, pear-shaped devil responsible. The peachy flesh monster pushes and pushes and pushes, uncaring that the boy is trying to drag himself through the squeezing doorway.

The boy’s head pops, body slumping against the jammed door. Pigs squeal as they’re locked inside the pen.

“Are you- no,” Aoto sounds winded, air unable to get to his lungs, “Are you doing- ? Are you doing this?”

Claws shred clothes and raw meat. Teeth gnash and tear. Blood falls to the floor from bodies that aren’t yours.

“Would you have helped me?” you don’t look at Aoto, voice frail and dry, “If Hokori hadn’t made you, would you have helped me?”

His mouth opens and closes. Like a fish to be gutted. His chest rapidly moves with his hyperventilating. He reaches out for you, but you’ve stepped back. He sees a girl have her legs twisted like putty over your shoulder, and he runs to the door.

The peachy spirit stands guard, roughly slapping Aoto away. His body flies into a table and he stays down. You look up at the creature and he clears your path before slamming the door shut behind you. You trail blood into the hall, looking out at the gathering student body in the narrow space. Teachers are at the frays.

Wet, strained eyes of devils watch from every corner.

The ringing has subsided. You can hear the screams behind you more clearly now.

And you can hear yourself as you tell the devils, “Make them bleed.”

Fly-like devils swarm to your sides. They suck up the blood still clinging to you. You collect more as you wander out of the school.

You pass Coach Teru. Her body is pinned to the wall by a lanky devil with sagging, baggy skin - like a deflated beach ball stretched around a stick. Her chest only lets out wheezy little whines. You could free her, but then once the euphoria of having a savior wavers, she will realize what you are. The very devil-conduit freak your mother and peers feared. She will hate you just as much. So you walk away as she is crushed, desperately flinging out weak cries of your name.

Real flies join the buzz around your bloodied form as you walk home.

…

As you watch blood mix into water and flow down the shower drain, you hear your bathroom door creak open. A shadow casts over the white shower curtain. Your mother attracts the fly devils. They tangle in her hair and lap at her face with long tongues.

You can see her hands tremble. The shape of something angular and sharp rests in her grasp. It means nothing well.

You want for your mother to sweep you into her arms. To cradle you and promise better days. To seek help for you that does not come with scorching candles and splintered knees in a cramped closet. Yet, you already know you cannot have that. You wonder if maybe in a different world, you could have. If maybe there is another version of you that isn’t plagued by visions of evil and has normal breakfasts with a family that loves you.

You wonder. You will never know.

“Get rid of her,” you command coldly.

The flies flock around her throat, laying pressure from all sides. They’re weak individually, but en masse, they manage to pry the oxygen from your mother’s lungs. Strip away the cruel beat of her heart.

Her knife clatters to the ground, body thumping to the ground soon after.

It hasn’t hit you yet as you towel off and change post-shower, what you’re going to do about the carnage left in your wake. But returning one of Suguru’s many, many missed calls seems like a good first step. It rings once.

Then his voice, weaker and shakier than you’re used to, “I’ve done something bad,” he sucks in a sharp breath, “Terrible.”

You’re snapped from whatever sinister haze had taken over you. Suguru’s confession rouses the warmth of your chest, you clutch the phone tightly to your ear, “I have, too.”

If you try hard enough, you can still smell the iron in the hallway. And you can still hear the screams of boys and girls and mothers and fathers and lovers and friends. You sniffle, the memories burn your eyes, “I- Sugu…” you really have done something unbearable, haven’t you?

Your mother’s body will be cold by morning.

“I killed them,” you gasp, hoping to feel the air fill your lungs - you don’t, “I killed them all…!”

And the scariest thing about it, is you don't know if you even regret it.

Suguru is warm and kind, you know this hopelessly. You’re reminded now because he pushes aside whatever sin he’s borne tonight to ease your breathing. His voice is gentle as he coaxes you into calmer breaths. Only then, does he continue, “What happened? You killed people?”

“I- “ he doesn’t sound afraid, that should alarm you but it doesn’t, “They hurt me, Sugu. I couldn’t- I can’t- I just wanted them dead. I wanted them all gone and I made the devils- “

Suguru cuts you off abruptly, “Curses.”

“What?”

“You’re a sorcerer, too,” he hums quietly, “That’s good…” you’re tempted to ask, but he’s already speaking again, “I killed a village; burned them all… they were hurting children. Two girls,” he groans, sharp and throaty, “Locked them in a cage- they weren’t eating. They’re all bruised.”

“Sugu,” you trust that he’s done right by the girls because that’s simply who he is, “can I see you?”

“Yes, yes,” you hear rustling, his words rushed like he’d forgotten something, “Pack light. Hide in my room. God, God…” he starts murmuring and you aren’t sure you’re supposed to be hearing what he says now, “If the higher-ups don’t know yet then they will soon. A whole school… yeah, they’ll know by morning for sure.”

He sounds frantic. You’re sure if you could see him now he would look even worse.

“Will you be here soon?” you’re realizing you don’t know where he is. You look back and wonder if he’d truly been in Tokyo this whole time like he said.

“Fast as I can,” he turns away from the receiver to call out to an unseen company. The girls, you figure, “Don’t see my parents. Just climb through the window like you used to.”

You want to ask. The question digs into the meat of your bottom lip. You hang up instead.

You’re unable to sleep. Hyper on the paranoia that someone will find you. That Suguru’s sleeping parents will spontaneously awake and creep into their son’s old room. That police officers will kick the door down and take you away. That God Himself will smite you.

The sun barely peeks over the mountains when Suguru sneaks into his old room. A faint thud echoes from his parent’s room followed by the squeak of a mattress. He pays it no mind, cupping your cheeks and tilting your head to inspect for marks. He’s gentle with you.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this? About any of this?”

Suguru pulls back, melancholy eats at the skin of his face, “I wanted to, but nobody above me would budge,” his shaky hands find yours, he exhales and the shaking eases, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t get my teacher in trouble, and I didn’t want you to be a part of this if I could help it,” he looks down at your locked hands, “I just wanted you to be happy, away from curses... I love you,” he says it so plainly, unashamed and with no embarrassment, “I love you so much, I can’t bear the idea of you getting hurt by these curses. And I ended up letting you get hurt by these monkeys.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Sugu,” you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek and hoping it soothes his aching chest, “Not your fault at all.”

He smiles softly, standing and bringing you up with him. His hands are wound tightly around yours and he takes the moment to look at you; he hated how upset you sounded last night. How tearful you were over the bloodshed of people that tormented you. How terrible that sound was, “We should go. We’re both in trouble with some powerful people right now.”

Your shoulders droop at the thought, eyes widening, “More powerful than you?”

You know nothing of the sorcery world that Suguru hails from, but you know that he would be discontent being low on the totem pole.

“No,” he hums, “Well, one. But he’s not a concern,” he grabs the bag you’d packed last night and throws it over his shoulder, “There’s lots of work I have to do if I want to change this world. And I want you with me.”

There’s nearly an endless amount of work to be done if Suguru wants to change the world that ousted and hurt you. Hurt Nanako and Mimiko. Hurt Riko. Hurt Satoru. But he’s a Special Grade, capable of raising a cursed army to wipe out the parasites that feed off his loved ones. He’s certain that, if you’re willing to share, you could raise an army, too.

You nod excitedly, turning towards his bedroom door until Suguru clears his throat.

He shakes his head, bangs falling over his pale, weary face, “That’s not a good idea. We’ll use the window.”

He doesn’t know if the gore has reached outside his parents’ room, but he doesn’t want you to be one to find out.

Suguru is the first to jump down, catching you afterward and tucking you both into his parents’ car. You’ve always known that Suguru is good with kids, he’s been babysitting around the neighborhood since he was in grade school, but seeing it again now sets your whole chest ablaze. His compassion and tenderness - your Suguru is just as sweet as you remember. You think you love him.

“I trust and adore her more than anyone in the world,” he says to the frightened girls, having shied away from you, “You’ll never be harmed by her, we promise you that.”

Suguru clings to you as he drives, a hand settled on your leg as if to make sure you won't jump from the car. Soft and sweet and gentle-hearted Suguru. You’re sure you love him.

One day you will tell him.

That day, he will say it back.

For now, you two sit in the front seats of his parents’ car - and in dim offices in Tokyo, your death sentences as Special Grade threats are being signed by men you’ve never met.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x you #suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #geto fluff #suguru geto x reader #jjk movie marathon event

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armins-main-hoe · 1 year

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I'm sorry but are request open? If no, you can message me and delete this ask.

Could you make a headcanon of Tsukishima, Osamu, and Atsumu with Silent and Mean but secretly caring S/O (Like Raven from Teen Titans. S/O is snarky, sarcastic, dark and grounchy but secretly gentle to kids and animals).

yep requests are open and thank you for this request, I really enjoyed writing this :)

"I know you care"

Tsukishima, Osamu, Atsumu x reader (separate)

Tsukishima

Tsukishima himself is very sarcastic and grumpy. So if he had a S/O who was the same then you're both completely understand each other, sympathize each other and are grateful for each other.

Though there may be times where he decides to tease you and you retaliate with a sigh or an eye roll.

He knows you do care about him because why else would you date him?

When he first met you, both of your personalities crashed and made you bump heads because you both were so similar.

I'd say you both had more like an enemies to lovers trope going on.

Where over time, you both slowly figure that you both can actually get along and that the other does have other redeeming qualities.

When you both finally get together I think you both would love dissing others and have your own little inside jokes about them.

Nobody is safe from you both.

Nobody.

The first time he saw you show that you do actually have a 'nice' bone in your body was when you both had only just became friends.

You guys were probably out with a group of friends and while you guys were waiting in line, you saw a kid in a stroller crying.

You're friends were too busy talking to even look at the kid but you noticed. You looked at the kid and smiled. When the kid saw you smiling, his wails simmered down but not completely.

So then you started making faces at the kid in hopes to cheer him up.

Though you only went so far to make faces because the kid was behind you, so you had to turn around and none of your friends could see you make faces. Not that they were paying attention anyway.

Tsukishima saw though. He didn't see you make the faces but he saw you turn around and within a minute he heard the kid's cries disappear.

He then began paying closer attention to your behaviour and he then realized that you show affection and attention to detail in a manner that can be easily overlooked. Though lucky for you, he never overlooked your actions and began to appreciate the small, secret acts of service you do.

Osamu

Osamu is much more calmer and laidback when compared to his twin brother.

I think that if he had a S/O who was sarcastic and grumpy I think it would have been a more of a "Hey ik I'm an asshole but for you i'll be nice."

Like we know Osamu can get angry and physical if he is provoked enough but he generally had a deadpan personality and that along with his looks is what draws you in.

He knew you, he knew you weren't exactly a nice person since that's what he had heard others say about you.

But one day when he bumped into you after practice, you apologised to him for not looking where you're going and to him you seemed like a nice person.

After walking away from him you were freaking out pretty bad. I mean you talked to your crush for the first time!

He then went and asked his friends about you, they said the same things everybody else would say about you, that your mean, cold and grumpy all the time.

When he told them what you were like when he bumped into you, his friends laughed and were like "Are we even talking about the same person?"

That's when you piped his interest and he began paying closer attention to you.

He eventually catches you outside of school, with your younger sibling. He was about to go up to you and say hello but he watched how you took care of your sibling, wiping their mouth clean after they ate, playing with them and cheering them up after they feel down.

That's when he knew for sure that you weren't always mean and sarcastic.

He saw you at school and saw how you acted around others. He then decided that you do nice things when no one is looking and don't expect anything back.

Call him weird but he kinda likes that.

So then he made an effort to talk to you and after a while you both started dating.

He would laugh at your sarcastic remarks and join you when you verbally take his brother down a notch from being condescending.

Atsumu

This guy can be a lot sometimes.

He has a lazy smile on whenever you see him, he likes giving offhanded compliments to others and likes to provoke others.

That and given that you aren't too different, we have another case of enemies to lovers.

When he saw how you acted differently around kids, he teased you for days about it. You're cheeks would go red and you would shout at him to 'shut up' and 'that's the reason why kids hate you sm'.

When he saw your cheeks go red, he found out that he liked getting that reaction out of you. So slowly your arguments turned into him basically flirting with you.

I think there would A LOT of tension between you both before you guys get together and I think you know what type of tension I'm talking about ;)

Okay but like at some point literally everyone around you are like 'are they gonna kiss or what?' and 'when are they getting together?'

When you do get together though, it's over for everyone.

I mean, you both are mean, only showing actual content and affection secretly, you both become each other's partner in crime.

Even after YEARS of dating, he will still tease you when he catches you being secretly nice to someone.

Even when that someone is him. You kiss him or do an act of service? He'll tease the fuck out of you.

But it's not like he isn't nice to you back. He does love you so he won't go out of his way to purposely be mean to you.

You go to his games and when you catch his fangirls you always are side eyeing them with a disgusted look on your face.

Atsumu doesn't actually like his fangirls that much either but when he catches you looking at them dirty he can't help but laugh.

He's also very happy you're there to watch him play despite telling him that you're busy

If you both like spend time together where he teaches you how to play volleyball and you can't seem to get it right and go 'this is a dumb sport anyway.'

He'd first act all dramatic about your statement and then tease you for being so bad :/

He loves you, I swear he does.

He may never have told you this but he actually likes that he is the only one who notices you being nice since that part of you tends to be overlooks by others.

After teasing you for being nice or being ass at volleyball, he will give you a hug and cover your face in kisses while you pretend to scrunch up your nose in disgust.

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carmineskiesandspidereyes · 1 month

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Ok ok so listen up ok c'mere yeah get close and settle in alright ok

It's a long one gang. and not wholly important but. I finally defined this for myself and now I really wanna share.

When I say I love body body horror, I'm almost never talking about straight up gore...

When I say body horror, I mean it as in metamorphosis.

I want body horror that remakes somebody. body horror that re-challenges the question of what it means to be human. Body horror which explores how someone could define personhood, humanity, and overall identity for themselves, when they have been irrevocably changed.

I finally found the words for it, and that right there is the shit that I absolutely devour. The stuff that makes me grin manically off into space when I think about it too much. The stuff that has me kicking, near-falling out of bed late at night, whenever I find a fic by an author who really sinks their teeth into that narrative and doesn't let go.

—

Another subsection of this is...a little less clear. Maybe not even body horror at this point but I wanna talk about it too, so hear me anyway: Body horror that invades the mind as much as the body.

Think, like, “ship of Theseus,” but of the mind.

In terms of symbiotes In terms of parasites In terms of overlays and integrations and merging, fusing, or otherwise mind-reshaping connections. Mind(?) horror in terms of additions.

I'm talking about the pervasive (or maybe undetectable) something-is-here-that-was-not-before.

And maybe there’s a clear line of separation between you and it or maybe it’s just…you.

and hey! wait a minute pal. "You?" let's struggle to redefine that too while we're at it.

I'm talking about mind(?) horror (gonna call it mind horror until somebody corrects me) in terms of searching, unable to find where you end and this Other begins, (if anywhere.) Desperately trying to find the draw the line where you would no longer be considered yourself.

Because what is the self? (identity and personhood cropping up once more, I see. nice✨)

But--no, really. How do you define your self? Change is natural, yes, and everybody evolves and shifts who they are over time. But maybe there's nothing natural about this. There is something not-you that is now-you and how, how, how do you know.

it could be mind horror in the sense that you feel as though a part of you has been missing. Maybe you’re somehow complete now--still yourself, but simply more.

But it could also be an overload, too much of this self entirely, where you become unfamiliar with what should be the most intrinsic part of you.

As a final wisp of what I'm grasping for, (we are now in the "figuring it out as I'm typing it" phase,) I'm gonna try for the last piece of this, the darkest bit I think, which is:

What if it didn't feel horrible? Something about how that sort of metamorphosis, be it mental, physical, or a secret third option, can be...a really specific kind of awful. Violating, even, if conjoining with something Other. (though that depends highly on the consent to who's being changed, and all the same they could have no idea what they're fully getting into,) Or, aside from that, majorly dysphoric if the body decides to up and morph/mutilate/restructure all by itself.

It could logically feel like the worst thing to happen, but at the same time...be painless. Maybe, at the end of it, something in the body is lit up, more content than ever, saying "yes. this is right. this was always right."

Something about maybe wishing it hurt, wishing it was as painful or horrible as it felt like it should be, but indtead finding it to be sickening right. And how do you deal with that?

Of course, in the other vein, we have:

something joining you.

You hate it.

it loves you.

(yaddayaddayadda something something---reaching a point of what is it and where are you and who is who and the nightmare cognitive dissonance mindfuck identity crisis that would likely be induced. Can you trust your emotions? does something else have a hand in them now? etc. etc. etc. guh.) --

o. k.

ooookayy

ok ok.

ok.

I...was GONNA touch on free will some more, and if it's possible to determine if autonomy can exist when a mind has been fundamentally altered, but my words are running dry. Also, I didn't think that "you are remade" and "something joins you, remaking you (plural)" would pull me in two separate directions so hard. Because yeah those two hold wildly different implications and different potential for questioning/addressing all that shit and more.

I may come back to this later when I'm coherent again, but--y e a h.

Anybody who explores this in their writing, you are awesome. I want you to know that reading it makes me physically ill in the best way possible.

#carmine sighs #body horror #(but like. my specific weird tastes for it.)#orr maybe not so weird..?#I honestly don't know #hey tumblr hey hey body horror tumblr #do you catch my drift. do you get what I'm going for here. because I know it's something #can anybody hear me #can anybody hea #hello #h

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niadrawsstuff · 1 year

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The Aftermath

*clasps hands together in evilness* ITS DONE ITS FINALLY DONEE!! IT TOOK A FEW DAYS AND A BIT OF PROCRASTINATING BUT ITS DONEE!!!

I’m finally gonna be talking about what happened after “The Winning Side” in the At Your Service au. i was originally gonna write a fic about it, but i thought that would take a while and im still not really good with writing yet so i figured i just infodump instead. There’s still gonna be a bit of dialogue here and there, and i added some drawings too cuz why not. Also, DANG this was longer than i expected-

Without further ado, here it is!!

So obviously since this takes place after Winning Side, Mei and Sandy still get the first ring, albeit without MK. When they reunite with Pigsy, Tang and Wukong, they fill them in about what happened with MK, and of course, they’re all panicked.

3 days have gone by and the gang have put the search for the other rings on hold, not until they have MK back. Mei tried tracking MK on his phone, but nothing.

Ever since Wukong started meditating, he slowly began regaining a bit of what power he had left. He tried to astral project to MK, but no matter how many times he tried, to no avail.

One day however, Wukong started to feel his vision flicker gold.

(Was someone trying to astral project to him? But that would mean-)

A familiar figure began to appear. It began flickering a few times before it stopped and revealed itself, and Wukong couldn’t believe his eyes.. it was MK.

MK was, as expected, not in the best shape to say the least. When he looked up and saw Wukong, he was nearly on the verge of tears.

“…M-Monkey King..?”

Wukong was immediately frantic, immediately started talking to his student, asking if he was ok, did LBD hurt him, etc etc. This caught attention of the whole gang, and they too were frantic, but decide to wait until Wukong was done before they could ask any questions.

“Kid, where are you right now?”

“I-I don’t know. Some kind of cell in a cave, i think. I dont-“

Suddenly, Wukong heard a laugh. A laugh he knew all too well.

MK’s astral projection began fading in and out. Wukong panicked, and began to call out to his student multiple times, but before he knew it, MK was gone.

Before the gang could go up to Wukong, asking him questions about what happened, that same laughter continued. Behind them, a shadow began to form into a familiar monkey. Wukong scowled.

Macaque begins mocking them, telling them that if they want the kid back, then they’ll have to come for him. Wukong lunges towards the shadow in rage, but it disappears before he could reach it.

All of a sudden, Mei’s phone started beeping. She takes it out and sees that MK’s tracker was finally working. They now know where MK was!

Pigsy was skeptical about this, surely it wasn’t that easy? Wukong was skeptical too, but they didnt have any other choice. So Sandy starts the van and they set off towards MK’s location.

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After what felt like hours, the van finally skidded to a stop to the entrance of a huge cave. The gang decided that Wukong, Mei, Pigsy, and Tang will enter the cave, while Sandy stayed in the van to keep watch.

The plan was simple. Go in, find MK, get out. Sounds easy, right? The 4 exit the van, and off they go into the cave.

They only took a few steps in before the cave began to rumble. The gang quickly moved out of the way before rocks began to fall. The rumbling finally stopped aaandd… yup. The entrance is blocked. Great.

The group decided to continue their search, they’ll figure out how to get out later. They walked throughout the cave, calling out for MK. And for a while, they didnt get a response. Until suddenly,

“HEY!! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!”

The group immediately recognized that voice as they sprinted towards where it was coming from. They arrived at what seems to be a cell, and inside the cell.. was MK.

Just like how Wukong saw him last, he was all bruised and messed up, but everybody was absolutely relieved that nothing worse had happened to him.

MK told them that he got off lucky, that the Lady Bone Demon decided to lock him up instead.

Didn’t take long for Mei to whip out her sword, slice the cells open, and immediately pulling MK into a hug. Aaanndd MK earning a small smack in the head. (Mei: Dont pull anything dumb like that again!) MK lets out a half hearted chuckle, beckoning Mei to let him go. (huh, that’s odd? he never refuses a hug)

Pigsy, in dad mode, already rushes over and started asking him if he’s okay. MK pauses at that before giving him a dull warm smile, “I’m fine, dadsy! It’s okay.” The pig huffs in relief, muttering about how he’s gonna make that monkey wannabe pay for kidnapping his kid.

MK then makes eye contact with the king. And for a short moment, everything changed. Instead of him greeting the king, or giving him a small smile, he flashes him a blank look, enough to pierce into the soul, which catches Wukong off guard. It was only for a short moment, before MK turns away when Tang calls for him. His blank look immediately changing into his usual dull smile.

Tang mentions that they probably will have to find another way out, since the entrance to the cave got blocked by the rocks. But MK says that there’s another exit there nearby, he saw while he was getting locked up.

They all got up as MK led the way to the other exit, him passing by Wukong as he did. As soon as they passed each other, Wukong suddenly felt as if a cold aura had brushed him. He gets startled as he frantically looks around, thinking the Lady Bone Demon had snuck up on them. But nothing. Wukong doesn’t wait around any longer as he quickly catches up with the rest of the gang, loosely following behind. He was just finally glad that MK was safe.

However, the blank look he gave him never left him. Wukong shakes his head, “no no, don’t overthink it. he just got taken to the Lady Bone Demon for crying out loud, who knows what she could’ve done to him? he’s safe now, that’s all that matters.” but Wukong still can’t shake the feeling that something was off.

The way MK brushes off the whole capture situation, the way he suddenly felt distant from the group, the cold feeling that never left. Wukong decides that enough was enough, and activates his gold vision and…

…oh my god.

Wukong abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Everyone noticed, and stopped walking as well. Pigsy, Tang and Mei turned to look at him in confusion, while MK still had his back behind the group, not even turning to face them.

“Mr. King?”, the dragon girl says.

No…

“What’s the matter with you?”, Pigsy asks.

No no no n o…

“Monkey King, are you okay? We have to hurry before Macaque-“ Tang begins to say until-

Suddenly, a sinister roar of laughter began to echo throughout the cave. In front of them, the shadows around them began to curl and form. There he was, back again, the Six-Eared Macaque himself. Everyone was startled, as Mei immediately pulls out her dragon sword, scowling. Macaque simply stood there, a good distance between himself and the group. He stands there with a sinister smirk on his face.

No one besides Wukong noticed how MK was the only one who remained unphased throughout Macaque’s entrance.

“Wow, you all actually fell for it. This will make my job so much easier..”

Mei leans to MK and whispers, “C’mon MK, we can take him down! I’ll look for an opening and we can-“

What caught her off guard was how MK, still unphased, began walking away from her. “MK?”

MK ignored her, only taking a few steps before stopping right in front of Macaque.

“I have to admit, MK did a very good job luring you all here, didn’t you kid?”

“..Kid?” Pigsy was the first to speak, “..what’s going on?”

MK gave no answer. He finally turned around, his head hanging low. He looked up, a blank look in his eyes for a small moment. That expression didn’t last, however..

..as MK started to laugh.

What started as a small giggle slowly began to morph into maniacal laughter. The group slowly became horrified, each taking a step back.

They could only watch as MK’s appearance suddenly began to change. (A glamour?)

They watched as MK’s ruined yellow jacket suddenly changed to a traditional blue outfit, a small skull on his neck. His eyes changed from his warm brown to an empty dark blue. MK simply looked at his friends with a cruel smirk on his face, as if he was proud.

Mei’s shock and distraught was quickly replaced by anger as she clenched her sword tighter. “You- What did you do to him? What did you do to MK?!”

“Oh, me? I didn’t do anything. The Lady Bone Demon just thought that your friend here could use some.. fixing.”

Remember child… capture Sun Wukong and bring him to me.. alive.

Out of nowhere, MK’s hands began to surround themselves in ice. Before the gang could register what was happening, he lunges forward.

Que big fight scene. There was a lot of yelling, questions, evil laughing, a tiny bit of crying, just a bunch of angst here and there that im too lazy to write the dialogue for lol.

MK is mostly fighting Wukong, not paying attention to the others. They tried to hold him off, asking what’s gotten into him, only leading to MK pushing them off and continuing the fight with the Monkey King.

At some point, Macaque also joins the battle, summoning shadow clones left and right to try and slow Wukong down. Its kinda back and forth, with Wukong having to avoid MK’s attacks while also dodging Macaque’s attempts at capturing him.

Wukong tries and tries to get MK to come to his senses, telling him that this isn’t him, that whatever the Lady Bone Demon told him wasn’t true, and how he had to snap out of it. MK isn’t having any of it, an evil glee in his eyes, as he continues to attack the Monkey King.

MK tells Wukong how he never felt better. “His Lady” has shown him that he can become more better and stronger without the king’s guidance.

“You never believed in me, did you? I was just someone you tossed the staff to. My Lady showed me just how much of a bad mentor you really are, how I was the wrong successor. She decided to fix me, to become stronger, better. So now Monkey King, let me show you how strong I’ve really become.”

How could Wukong let this happen? If he had just been there for him, none of this would’ve happen. Now his student has become a pawn of the Lady Bone Demon, and it was all his fault. It was all his fault. His fault. h i s fault. H I S F A U L T-

Despite all their efforts to reason with MK, he wouldn’t listen. They needed to find a way out and fast. Tang manages to find an exit out of the cave, which led to Pigsy grabbing Mei and heading for the exit. Mei was stubborn, screaming how they couldn’t leave MK. Pigsy didn’t want to leave him either, but they didn’t have any other choice.

After Pigsy and Mei left, Tang calls out for the Monkey King. Wukong manages to throw MK off him as MK was hit against the wall. Wukong cursed himself under his tongue, he’ll have to apologize for that later. He instantly makes his way towards the exit before Macaque’s shadow clones dropped and piled on him, forbidding him to move. The real Macaque, kneels down in front of the trapped simian.

“There’s no use in fighting Wukong. Surrender, or i’ll bring you to the Lady Bone Demon by force if i have to.”

“Not.. gonna… HAPPEN!”

With a burst of energy, Wukong yells as he manages throws off the shadow clones, throwing off Macaque as well. Wukong wastes no time as he bolts for the exit, and just to make sure they don’t follow him, he aims to block the exit. He punches the wall hard, and in no time the cave began to rumble.

Wukong looks over and sees MK recovering and standing up, and they both shared eye contact with each other. The last thing the Monkey King saw was his student’s face, staring at him with a blank empty look.

The rocks finally came down, blocking the exit. Wukong could only stare at the blocked cave as the dust began to clear.

Not wasting time, Wukong makes his way back to the van where all the other’s were waiting. As soon as he got in, Tang instantly tells Sandy to floor it. Sandy immediately starts the van and sets off.

Sandy drove for a bit until he found a safe location to stop at. He turns to face towards the group, and notices how there’s no MK in sight. He asks what happened and where’s MK, and everyone was… silent. They were all still processing by what just happened, no one knew what to say.

It wasn’t long before Wukong broke the silence. “She.. She got him. The Lady Bone Demon… she got MK.” As Wukong recaps from what happened during the rescue mission, Sandy too was horrified.

In a defeated and dejected tone, Pigsy asks the simian, “So.. what do we do now?” Tang puts him hands around the pig’s shoulders in an attempt to comfort him.

Wukong thinks it over for a moment.

“We stick to our original plan. The sooner we find the rings, the sooner we can defeat the Lady Bone Demon..”

Wukong clenches his fists.

“.. the sooner we can save MK.”

At that, the whole gang agrees. They will get MK back, no matter the cost.

Tang brings out the map and Sandy goes to start the van again. As they all continued their journey, Wukong stood by himself as he looked out the window.

“Hang on tight, bud. I’ll get you out of this mess.”

“I promise.”

#hope you all enjoyed reading this one!!#im not really good with words but i really liked how this turned out #at your service au #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #monkie kid au #monkie kid mk #monkie kid mei #monkie kid pigsy #monkie kid tang #monkie kid sandy #monkie kid wukong #monkie kid macaque #monkie kid season 3 #nia rambles #long post

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hi, ash! i'd love to hear about your ffxv s/i and your ship with gladio! also, what does iris think about your s/i? :O

YAY!! I love talking about this kind of stuff!!!

(Some talk of death, injury, drowning, a bit of blood + spoilers for the game)

F.FXV Ash was born in the Crown City to two members of the Crownsguard (eventually the Kingsglaive). Ever since she was young, Ash was always fed this idea that her kingdom was amazing. She loved her home so much and she wanted to grow up there forever with her parents and her sister. It all changed when she was 16. She parents were killed in combat.

(In Episode A.rdyn, there's a boss fight against two soldiers... Those were her parents.)

Ash stayed in the city long enough to graduate high-school, but after that, she just couldn't keep going. She felt hollow and empty inside. The murder of her parents shattered her in every single way possible, wrecked her faith and her love to kingdom, ruined her life. She's messed up.

And so, Ash leaves. She makes a name for herself as a monster hunter, drifting from town to town and protecting the people. She comes to be known as Eos' Rose. Beautiful, but with thorns too. She didn't choose to be called The Rose, it's just that part of her outfit is a long, red coat. I still need to work out the details of her outfit and all that, but she has a red coat and quite a few earrings. She has a chain threader going through two lobe piercings on one ear, and a dangling rose earring on the other. Both silver.

(Whenever she was about 20, she met a lonely chocobo chick. This chocobo stays with Ash for a long time. She is a green chocobo named Sage. Sage is Ash's companion and best friend. Sage is very friendly to everybody, but she has a distaste for Gladio and has tried to bite him on multiple occasions. She succeeded once, but more on that later.

Again, Sage is naturally green. Prompto asks about this once.

"Hey, Ash! Why is your chocobo green?"

"Well, I dunno, Prompto. Why are you blond?"

It gets a good chuckle out of everyone.)

Anyways, early into the game, the Chocobros run into Ash! She actually draws her sword on Noct at first and then she realizes "holy shit, you're the prince. Oh my god, I tried to kill the prince. Oh no, oh no, oh no-"

It's a bit of a funny moment, but she ends up allying with the bros and she gets especially close with Gladio. They get along really well, both protectors of people and absolutely dorks too.

Ash is a gamer, so she gets along well with Prompto and Noct. They actually all played Kings Knight together online! So it's a bit of a "WAIT WE'RE KINGS KNIGHT MOOTS?!" whenever they finally meet. She gets along really well with Ignis too! Ash is very close with all of the gang. It's not long before her and Gladio are falling in love, kissing and sharing Cup Noodles under the stars.

And as for Iris, Iris ADORES Ash! Looks up to her as the big sister she never had. Iris thinks Ash is so cool and strong! And she tells Gladdy that if he breaks her heart, she'll kick his ass! Ash really loves Iris too. She was always the youngest in her family too, so it means a lot to her to be able to be an older sister figure to someone. Ash teaches Iris a bit about how to use a sword too.

Anywho, back to the plot.

Ash accompanies the bros whenever they go onto the boat to Altissia. Her and Gladio have a sweet, romantic date there. But that happiness doesn't last. It's been a bit of a running joke that Ash doesn't know how to swim.

The last thing Gladio expected was to lose her.

As Altissia falls, Ash sacrifices herself to save Gladio and Prompto. They both have to watch as Ash falls from a bridge and into the water. They watch as Ash dies. But there's not enough time to save her. Prompto sobs, Gladio screams in horror. Ash is content. She's going to die protecting the people she loves, right? It's not that cute and her almost drowning to death was the scariest moment of her life. She's choking and gasping for air, trying to grab any rubble she can just to stay alive.

Ash isn't seen again for a while. It's part of the reason why Gladio lashes out on the train—he's mourning his girlfriend's death. Whenever he's sitting there across the table from Ignis, you can hear him crying.

However, a few chapters later... Guess who comes back. She's injured, has scars on her face, and her coat is in tatters. Gladio hugs her and cries, Ash tells him to loosen up a bit since she has a few cracked ribs.

"What's the matter? Not a fan of ghosts?"

Gladio tells her that this isn't the time to crack jokes, but he hugs her so tight. She was alive. She was okay.

(However, during this time, Gladio actually found Sage and told her that Ash was dead. Sage bit him hard that day.)

But... How exactly did Ash survive..?

That gets explained in Episode Ignis. I won't talk about Ash's involvement in every DLC just to not make this to lengthy, but in Iggy's... Ravus sees her drowning. He grabs her out of the water and onto land. He's not gentle about it, and the impact of being thrown against rubble isn't great for Ash's bones, but she's alive. Ash is nursed back to health by the survivors of the town. There's a lot more detail there, but that's the gist of what happens.

Ash's relationship with Ravus is fascinating. They bond quite a bit and have a chat under the stars much later, right before Ash reunites with Gladio. I had to dig through like two years worth of discord messages for this but it went something like this

Oh and you know that level that's just Gladio and Ignis? Yeah, Ash is there too. She cusses out Ardyn actually. Although I really like Ardyn, my S/I doesn't. He makes a comment that she's quite grown up now. You know how he gets those flashbacks of peoples' memories after he kills people in his DLC? He saw an image of a little girl with red glasses. And here she was, a grown woman.

She breaks off from the group before the Ravus fight. I don't want her to see him like that.

Anyways, then timeskip rolls around. Whenever Noct arrives at Hammerhead is met with a familiar "kweh-kweh!". Sage greets Noct after ten long years, and then Ash runs over. They have a cute hug scene.

However, Ash's outfit is different. Not only is her hair curly (pre-ts Ash had it straightened), but she's wearing... Kingsglaive armor?! Her outfit is vaguely inspired by Crowe from Kingsglaive, but Ash had become a soldier. Not just to follow in her parents' footsteps, but because she had spent her whole life feeling lost and she had finally found a purpose. Traveling with Noct and Co had made her realize that her life had a purpose. She wanted to spend her life protecting her kingdom.

After her parents died, she didn't know what to do with herself. Noct was both her best friend and her king. Noct says that the Kingsglaive outfit looks good on her. It makes her smile. Ash had finally come home to Insomnia, and she had finally found what she was meant to do.

Before the gang leaves, she gives Noct a long hug and tells him to come back alive. She gives Gladio a kiss too.

And that's basically it!

#answered #OH BOY THAT WAS A LOT #i think i missed some details here and there but it's been a while haha! but yeah! that's basically who f.f15 ash is!#theres more ofc and she has lots of banter whenever shes running around with the bros but thats basically who she is #shes very fun! she makes a lot of puns and jokes but she's a great fighter! i'm really happy she finds a home with the bros :)#g.ladio loves her a lot! and she loves him too!!!!#they get married after the end of the game. BECAUSE NOCT IS FINE AND OKAY. HE'S FINE... SNIFFLES...#though there is an AU i have about how Ash fares if none of the bros come back. she just disappears. runs away just like she did after her #parents died. she sees the empty camp chairs outside the city and breaks down #but ahem!! They're all okay!! noct is okay!!! her and g.ladio have a very nice wedding! her dress is very pretty #and in true f.f15 fashion it's black! but yeah! i love ash a lot #(but i like sage even more! kweh kweh!)#sage is a very fun-loving bird and she likes it whenever prompto takes pictures of her. ash calls it chocobo to chocobo bonding #thanks again for the ask my friend!

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Hidden Gem Friday

DID I FORGET ITS FRIDAY??? YEAH BUT MY LITTLE SISTER IS HERE SO UHHHHH Hey it's here!!! As always still taking prompts for this!!! The way I'm gonna do these now I think is the first rec above the read more and then the rest below! Hope you guys like that haha

In Eddie's Honour by literaldisneyprincess aka the amazing @maxinemaxmayfield !!!! Recced by me bc this fic is literally a treasure 5.8k- Steddie (Complete)

Summary:

Without thinking, he reaches down and slides his fingers over the indent made by the pen. Eddie must have pressed down harder than necessary, leaving a tactile mark as well as the visual one. Steve’s hit by the realisation that Eddie will never write his name again. Never write or draw, or even hold a pen again. Ever. For the first time in two weeks, he stops. He looks around his room, feeling lost, feeling alone and so achingly, horribly empty. - - - Steve struggles with the grief left behind after Eddie's death and how he can move past it without forgetting.

My Thoughts:

I WROTE AN ENTIRE THREE PARAGRAPH THOUGHTS AND THEN TUMBLR DELETED IT NAYHHH. Okay I'm going to try and recreate it. The thing that always gets me about Morgan's writing is the level of detail. It's not just writing like it becomes a whole experience? the font and the notebook page and all these little add ons that just sink you so deep into the story!!! My favorite scene has to be the tattoo scene I remember Morgan talking about this one with us and workshopping it and watching this story come to fruition was such an utter joy. it's on my short list of fics to read when I need a good grief moment haha

I'll feel the sickness less and less by softshr3k Recced by an anon 3.6k (Complete) - Platonic Stobin

Summary:

“What did they do to you?” she finally asks, her voice a whisper. Steve shuts his eyes, breathing in slowly. Everybody seems to want to ask him questions he doesn’t have the right answers to lately. “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine, it’s over.” When he opens his eyes again he can tell she doesn’t believe him, but she doesn’t ask again. Steve thinks he might love her for it. (or, the immediate aftermath of Starcourt, because Steve and Robin are traumatized and also platonic soulmates)

My thoughts:

Okay so I wrote a fic really similar to this one because I NEEDED more of early Stobin, and damn if this didn't hit that niche so perfectly!!!! Like ough I just Robin and Steve have such a lovely really complicated relationship. Both of them have no idea how love works, but they do love each other and it's real OMG I loveeeeeee they're so good! I also love the characterizations here. Steve and Robin still figuring out how this deep confusing real thing between them works ough I love them

staring into all man's plateglass, faces, questioning after who loves by TolkienGirl 1.2k Gen pre-Stoncy being friends (Complete) recced by me

Summary:

Jonathan quirks half a smile in her direction. “Do you want to be right, or do you want me to have lunch with you?” “Both,” Nancy says.

My Thoughts:

This one is like ough a Hershey kiss!! It's short and so so perfect. I love Jonathan POV stuff and this has such a good take on him and how he would feel barely knowing Steve but really wanting to know Nancy and having these emotions for her There's this amazing line in here about Jonathan 'seeing' Steve by being the empty house behind him in the photograph. How Steve is so desperate and hollow, but Jonathan because he's into Nancy sees that and sees it as a flaw of Steve instead of having sympathy for that and it's so OGUH it's amazing

I was open to pain and crossed by the rain by sparklyslug recced by @serpentinegraphite AND @daisiescorduroyandcoffee 20k (COMPLETE)- Gen Wayne and Eddie

Summary:

Little Eddie is born, and Wayne isn't there. Eddie is four. Is eight. Is thirteen. Is eighteen. Is twenty. And his uncle is there. His uncle is right there.

My Thoughts:

I LOVE A WAYNE AND EDDIE FIC AGH! Okay the Munson Lore!!! I love how every writer was like yeah yk what I must include some backstory here for Wayne and Eddie and we are all right LMAO god the scene with Eddie's shaved head it HURTS me like genuinely the way Wayne asks if its what he wants and its so good. IT's hard to explain like there's so so much going on in this fic and it's longer but it's this really well crafted one shot with hints I also adore the way Steve and Wayne develop a relationship here it's not a focus but it's always one of my fave thigns to see in fics!!!! Anyway it's great

#hidden gem friday #fic rec #steddie fic recs #steddie fic #stranger things fic rec #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie #Jonathan byers #Nancy wheeler #stoncy fic rec #stoncy #the party #Wayne munson #wayne and eddie #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates steve and robin #Liam speaks up

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Another Second Chance 19- Why Wait?

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: The final chapter. The end of Happily Ever Eventually. No mas. Y/n gets her life together and finally finds her Happy.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 3458

Story Warnings: 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, oral sex (fem rec)

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“Misha, seriously, dude.” I roll my eyes at the plans he’s got up on the screen-share. He’s worked out a preliminary plan already. I can’t even begin to imagine how he got this shit drawn up so fast.

“It’s going to be amazing, I promise...and I’ve already put together a group chat for the rehab. Everyone that’s going to help will be in the chat. I’ve added Jared and Jensen, of course. I texted a few of the others and I’ll add them as they confirm.”

“Meesh. Shut up for a minute, okay?”

“Okay.” He sounds a bit offended, but I need him to hear me.

“Okay. So…” Straightforward honesty. “I’m excited about this project and I’m so glad that you’re excited too, but you gotta calm down. You can’t Misha all over this. We all have other projects going, right? Those projects, Midsummer especially, take precedence over this house.”

“But if we put all our focus on the house we can get it done in a few weeks!”

“And I’m telling you that is not going to happen,” I assert. He looks shocked at my tone. “Look, I’m a mom before anything, then I’m an actor and a producer, then I’m an owner-builder for this house...in that order. If it takes a little longer to get the house done because I’ve got higher priorities, then it takes a little longer. If that’s a problem for you, I will pay the General Contractor the $60,000 he quoted.”

Thankfully...Misha laughs. “Sorry, I know I can be too much sometimes. All right. We’ll do this in slow-mo. I’ll get everybody on board and divvy up tasks and then we’ll figure out a timetable that doesn’t clash with anybody’s projects. I will not Misha all over this shit.”

I let out a sigh. “Okay. Thank you.”

“No problem. Do you like the designs I did, though?” he asks, drawing my attention back to his screen.

“Oh, yeah, definitely. Where’d you get the idea to get rid of that closet by the garage entrance?”

We get into a conversation about his various visions for my new house and the inspiration for each. When we get off the chat, I’m more excited. I’m excited to do this project, I’m excited that it’s gonna be on my terms. This is going to be great.

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By Friday night, the group chat for the rehab has been filled out with Kim, Bri, Rob, Ruth, Rich, Jason, Giles, and Alex.

“I’m gonna add somebody to the group chat,” Jay says as he fiddles with his phone. We’re sitting on the couch, watching Fast Times for the gazillionth time.

“Who?” Half of everybody we’re both friends with is in the chat.

“Somebody who’s good with his hands. He’s agreed to help out.”

My eyebrows go up at the evasion. “Jay?”

My phone beeps as he sets his phone down and a few more before I get to the coffee table to pick it up.

<<Jensen: Hey I added my dad to the chat.

<<Misha: Your dad?

<<Jeff: ya needed someone to swing a hammer?

<<Jared: DAD!

I look over at Jay and he’s got this shiteating grin on his face. “When’s the last time you saw Jeff?”

I scoff. “We met once, Jay. Him and Hilarie were in town for Jeff’s birthday.”

“And you spent the whole party hiding in your drink because you were so nervous. Maybe you’ll actually talk to him this time.”

I look down at my phone. I’m not sure exactly what it is about Jeffery that makes me so shy, but if I had to hazard a guess, it’s that voice. I bite my lip as the others chime in about Jeff helping out.

<<Kim: Do we even need to come if you’re gonna be there? You’ve got this, right?

<<Rob: No1 was this excited about me helping

<<Misha: Oh we know how well you swing a hammer, a hatchet, a baseball bat etc

<<Jeff: Do we have a date on this

That’s a question for me.

>>Me: Three weeks is what we’re looking at. I’ve got all the subs scheduled for the week after that

And Misha will chime in next.

<<Jared: Anything that’s not finished after the subcontractors week will get finished out by me, Misha, and Ackles.

<<Misha: What’s left will get done by me, Jared, and Jensen.

Timing needs work, Misha.

<<Jared: I JUST said that

<<Jeff: Hil and I will be there. She’s got a good eye she can help with anything you need designwise

<<Alex: Wow this really became a SPNFAMILY event

I smile.

>>Me: Wouldn’t have it any other way, Al.

“This is gonna be fun. Even if we never get finished and I have to get a contractor, I think this is gonna be fun.”

Jay nods and pulls me into his lap. “It will be fun. Even if we fuck it up, we will all be together and that’s what matters, right?”

“Exactly right,” I say, smiling. He’s giving me that look. That…’everything is amazing’ reverent look. I love that look. “I have a question.”

I have to ask. Five years ago, I wouldn’t ask. Five years ago, I’d let it boil and explode all over my psyche. I know how unhealthy that can be now. I have to ask.

“So...you know I went and saw Dr. McAuliffe the other day, right? First appointment since me and you started seeing each other again and she, um…” I close my eyes because his eyes are getting to me and I have to ask. “She expressed some doubt about the thing you told me about the...the dry spell you broke with me on the yacht.”

“Baby Girl,” he whispers.

“And I really wouldn’t ask because I want to think you wouldn’t be dishonest with me after everything but if I don’t ask then it’s going to fester and I want to do the healthy thing and nip that in the bud before it gets to that point and-”

“I didn’t lie,” he says and I blink my eyes open to look into his. “I get the doubt, but I didn’t lie. From the moment I left you behind in Vancouver to the moment you started rubbin’ on me in that movie theater, no one touched me but me.” He reaches up and cups my cheek. “I’ve been told I was punishing myself. I feel like I was just saving myself for the right woman to come back into my life.”

Well, that...damn Dr. McAuliffe for making me doubt him. “I believe you,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry that I-”

“Never feel bad about asking questions to make yourself feel better. I’m glad you asked. It’s better than letting it fester, right?” He’s so understanding.

I lean in and kiss him. The hand on my cheek moves to the back of my neck and he pulls me into a deeper kiss. Our tongues move across each other and I start rolling my hips a bit. He gets hard in his jeans and I start to feel that tingle of wetness. He moans into my mouth and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his lap harder.

“Bedroom?” I offer. He picks me up and carries me all the way to the bed. I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side of the bed. He hisses and bites his bottom lip as he looks down at me, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off over his head.

He’s leaning over me, kissing my neck and shoulder, before I can really think too much. He starts kissing his way down my chest into the valley between my breasts. God, he’s good at that, nibbling kisses with just enough suction and teeth. “Get this off,” he whispers, pulling at my bra.

I reach under me and undo my bra with one hand. Jay immediately takes a nipple between his teeth and tugs. I gasp and grab a fistful of his hair. His tongue starts soothing where his teeth dug in and I just let my head fall back and my eyes close. I just let myself feel as he kisses all the way down my body. The rest of my clothes find the floor, too and then his tongue is on me. Fuck, his tongue is good. There’s almost nothing better than cumming on his tongue.

Almost.

“Can you grab a condom?” He backs off the bed and unbuckles his belt as I reach over to grab a condom out of the side table. I stare at him as he drops his pants. This is just...such a beautiful sight. Especially when he smiles all cocky like that. “You’re staring.”

“Nah. Why would I be staring?”

“I have no clue why, but I think you might have the hots for this old man.”

"I don't go for old guys," I respond as I rip open the condom. "So you must not be as old as you think you are." I offer him the condom with a smirk and he takes it.

"Hmmm. Your delusions work in my favor so I won't point out how old I really am."

"I'm not delusional and you aren't old. Shut up and kiss me," I demand.

He chuckles and puts on the condom, laying over me and kissing me for a few minutes before I get frustrated with waiting and reach between us to line him up with my pussy.

We move together. It's nine different kinds of perfection. We kiss and I scratch my nails down his back as he thrusts into me. He moves to kiss down my jaw and along my neck.

"This is why I couldn’t fuck anybody else," he whispers. "Never be like this."

God, when he says things like that…

I shouldn’t feel guilty about trying to move on, right? I shouldn't feel guilty about Will.

So...I won't. Jensen chose not to try to move on. Jensen focused on other aspects of his life without me. He chose to keep the torch lit and...fuck, I'm glad he did, but I had to try to move on. It was part of my growth.

"Get outta yer head," he mumbles into my skin before leaning up to kiss me.

Right. Not supposed to be thinking. "Sorry," I whisper into his lips.

He thrusts into me and I gasp. Fuck, that's good. "Love you so much."

"Love you too, Jay."

And I do. I love him so fucking much.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Y'all, seriously. This is...insane." How else am I supposed to describe this group standing in my yard? A dozen actors and musicians in matching blue coveralls with their names on them, each with a hammer in their hand. "Who coordinated the outfits?"

Jay and Kim both raise their hands. "We needed a uniform," Jay says, smirking.

"So we had these made up and here are yours!" Kim pulls out a pair of coveralls and holds them up. Instead of my name, it says "HBiC" over the breast pocket. I can't help but laugh. "It's your house, your project, and we aren't going to do anything without your consent. Right, Collins?"

"I already agreed to that! Jeez!" Misha complains.

"Go slip that on and we'll get started on the demo," Jensen says as Kim hands the uniform over.

"He's usually trying to get her out of her clothes, so this is an improvement," Jared teases and I chuckle as I rush into the house, running into the half bath off the living room.

By the time I get out of there, everybody is waiting in the kitchen. "All right, boss. Where you want us to start?" Jeff asks and I bite my bottom lip as my face heats up. Why does his voice do that?

"Ummm, M-Misha has the, um, the plans. I think we only need five or six people in here to demo the cabinets and a couple to take down the walls for the closet that's coming down and the rest of us can head to the master bath to start demoing that nasty counter and the toilet and then we can play with the flooring samples and the, um, p-paint."

"Mind if I?" Jay lets the question hang but I know he's asking for a bit of control. I nod and he smiles. "All right. Jared, Jeff, Misha, Bri, Richard, and I will take the kitchen. Alex, Kim, Jason, you can break the closet. Everybody else head up to the master. We can get this all knocked out quick."

Good delegation. "See you when we get to a stopping place," I say, going to my tiptoes to kiss Jay's cheek before I go up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Things move smoothly, especially considering the complete lack of experience most of us have with this sort of work. We're sweaty and burning hot by the time we get the bathroom torn apart.

"Water? Pretty sure Manns brought a cooler full of drinks," Hilarie offers and we all nod and leave the bathroom.

Jay's talking, I can hear him as I'm coming down the stairs.

"-will be great for the resale on it. She's gonna be able to sell the place for at least a hundred grand more than she paid."

"She hasn't even moved in yet and you're already trying to get her to sell?" Jeff asks.

"Well, no, not yet. She wants her own place for a while and I get that, but when I ask her to marry me, we'll probably move in together." I stop in my tracks halfway down the stairs. Everybody stops behind me. Marry? What?

"You're planning to pop the question?" Rob asks.

"Already?" Rich's voice.

"Yeah, bought a ring, just gotta figure out her size and get it altered." What? What the- My stomach is suddenly in knots.

"That’s great!" Jason.

"Um, isn't it a little-" Misha starts.

"Early? You've only been talking since September," Jared says. His voice is a bit judgmental.

"We're in love. Why wait?"

"Because you're pushin' too hard and you're gonna scare the woman away, dummy." Jeff? How does Jeff know how this is gonna affect me and Jensen doesn't?

"Jeff's right. She's always been a 'push too hard and you'll push her away' kinda woman," Jared says. Thank God our friends are here to talk him out of this.

"You need to wait, Jensen," Misha advises.

"I don't really want to wait, guys. I've been waitin' on her for five years."

"You're an idiot, Ackles," Jared says.

"Don't scare her off, dumbass." Kim. "We just got the gang back together and you're gonna send her back to her corner where she only talks to me and Bri?"

"What am I, chopped liver?" Misha asks. Hello, fourth grade.

"With onions," Kim snaps.

"Gotta go with them. They know her better than most, right?" Al Cal with the quiet wisdom. "Just slow your roll, man."

"Well, too late. I've already got the ring in my sock drawer."

"Don't give it to her!" That was a few voices.

Shit. I hope...I can't listen anymore. I push past the others and run up the steps as softly as possible. I end up in the office because it's the closest to the staircase. Hilarie and Ruth follow me in. Giles, I guess, doesn't know me well enough to be involved in my drama. I get that. He's Misha's BFF, not mine.

"Hey. You okay?" Hilarie asks as I throw myself down in the corner.

"Lovely, you're going to be just fine. I know that was a wee shock but-" Ruth starts.

"It's too much. I just...just a few weeks ago, he suggested moving in together again and I told him it was too much and now he's got a ring? I have to...I can't think about...what the fuck is he thinking?"

"He was thinking that you weren’t listening," Hilarie says, running her fingers through her hair.

"He's moving too fast. I have to tell him…"

"No, you don't!" Hilarie shakes her head. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

I know that. "I know, but I can't hold it in! That isn't healthy!" I bring my head down to my knees and bury my face as Ruth rubs my back. "Honesty is the utmost. I have to talk to him and tell him that-that it's too much. He should know it's too much."

He should already know! I told him that it was too much, too fucking fast last month and now it's...Jesus fuck, I can't-

"Hey." Misha's voice makes me sniffle but I don't look up. I just need to breathe and think and- "G said you might need me."

Misha drops down on my right side and wraps me in a hug. "I heard him. He wants me to marry him. I'm not there yet."

"I know...and I think he does too. He just really wants to fix it all and have the happy ending."

I look up. Ruth and Hilarie have stepped back to the middle of the room, Giles is standing in the doorway. "I don't want to have to tell him 'no', Misha...but if he asks anytime soon…"

"I know and I think he's not-"

"I'm not gonna ask," Jay says as he walks in the room. "Misha, can I have the room for a few?" Misha kisses my temple and stands, giving Jensen a pointed look before he follows the others out. Jensen closes the door and turns to me. "So, you heard me."

"Yeah."

He sighs and leans against the wall across from the one I'm sitting against. "I know. 'Too much, too fast', right? But ya gotta see it from my side, Baby Girl. I love you. I love you with everything I have to give. I have been loving you for so many years and…" He licks his lips and puts his hands in his pockets and he looks very Dean in this moment. "I fucked up and ruined our opportunity to get to our happy ever after five years ago and I just want to...I just wanna get there. I just want us happy."

"I am happy, Jay," I insist, standing. "But if happy for you only happens when I have that ring on my finger and we're living in some huge house and we've rushed into some commitment, then that’s too much pressure! That puts me in charge of your happiness and I-"

"No, no, I am happy. I'm very happy. I'm just...you know that old Rascal Flatts song? 'Why wait another minute for something we shoulda done yesterday?'" he sings. "But I understand where you're comin' from. I understand that it's a lot of pressure and it seems like I'm rushing to get it going and I'm not trying to pressure you into doing anything. I wouldn't ever wanna do that to you. So I'm not gonna ask." What does that even mean? He smiles as he steps closer, pulling his hands out of his pockets and moving to caress my cheek. "I've got the ring. You know I have it, I know you’re gonna wanna wear it someday. When you decide you're ready to have the same last name as your son, you just let me know and I will dig it outta the sock drawer. Won't even get down on one knee or anything. You say when you're ready and I will make you my bride."

That...takes the pressure off. "Okay, Jay."

I lean up and kiss him. "Sorry I freaked."

"Sorry I made you freak." He smiles and nods at the door. "Thirsty?"

I nod and follow him out. Everything is gonna be okay.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It took a while, a few weeks longer than Misha predicted, but the house is beautiful. The paint and flooring and countertops that Hilarie helped me pick out go so perfect with the new stain on the cabinets. There's so much space...and the fence we put up is taller and prettier than the one I had at the older house.

We have a moving service, but we still load a bunch of boxes into the back of Jensen’s truck and drive them over. It's kinda crazy to be here. Life changes, right? I've said it before. Everything changes always but…

I'm in a great place. New home, great love, my wonderful kids in the backseat playing tic-tac-toe. Things have never been this good...and for the first time in my entire life, I don’t fear things going bad. For the first time in my entire life, I'm happy with no reservations.

I knew I'd get there...eventually.

~~~~~~~~~~

Author's Note 2: That's it. That's the end of Happily Ever Eventually. Do they get married? Who knows? Do they ever have another breakdown? No tellin'. It's over. I'm done. No more.

But...

I just love these characters so much!

Fuck, I'm just gonna have to keep writing them, aren't I? Dammit!

Well, I guess now's a good time to let you guys know...

NEW SERIES COMING SOON: To Have it All!

First part: Permission Granted

I'm retelling the whole story from Jensen's POV (and going a little bit past where the story ends here so that those questions above get answered), so if there's some specific bit you were wondering "What was he thinking here?" Let me know and I'll make sure it makes it into the new series!

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Just Allergies?

Ao3 | Author's Note | WC: 10,004

It was just a sore throat, Hiccup had been assuring his team all day. Just allergies. Just pollen. Nothing to worry about.

But they weren’t convinced, especially not when his voice finally gave out as they ate dinner that night. He was in the middle of telling a funny story when, after a rasping squeak, he stopped talking, a baffled look crossing his face.

“Are…you okay?” Fishlegs said hesitantly. The rest of the team fell silent, awaiting Hiccup’s response.

Hiccup coughed, swigged some water, and coughed again before croaking, “I don’t think I can talk much more. My throat–”

Astrid leaned forward, eyes widening. “Is it worse? Should we fly and get Gothi? Are–”

“Astrid!” Hiccup rasped. “Really! It’s just allergies. Nothing I can’t handle.” He drank some more water, grimacing as he swallowed. “Darned pollen.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Snotlout said around a mouthful of chicken. “You look kinda red.”

“It’s the fire,” Hiccup said wheezily. “That’s all.”

“I might be wrong,” broke in Tuffnut, “but I’m pretty sure fires don’t do that to people.” He gestured at Hiccup, who shot him a glare, then resumed eating his fish. “But what do I know?”

“Nothing,” snickered Ruffnut. “Nothing at all.”

“You take that back!” Tuffnut growled. There was a brief spat between the twins, until Astrid loudly cleared her throat and they went quiet.

“Look, I’m telling you guys I’m perfectly fine,” Hiccup said hoarsely after a moment. “I just need some tea and a good night’s rest, is all.”

The rest of the team traded worried glances. “Hiccup, I think–” began Fishlegs, as at the same moment Astrid leaned to touch Hiccup’s arm.

“I said I’m fine!” Hiccup snapped, causing his friends to jerk back in surprise. He stood up, a scowl crossing his face. “Stop worrying about me!” He turned and began stalking up the hill towards his hut. “Come on, Toothless.”

As the black dragon slunk apologetically away from the rest of the group after Hiccup, the team exchanged looks again.

“Gosh, I hope he’s not sick,” Tuffnut said, his brow furrowing as he finished off his fish. “I mean, it’s probably just allergies like he said, right?”

Astrid looked over at the small figure trudging away from them up the hill, his dragon walking worriedly at his side. “I…hope so,” she mumbled. “If Viggo’s men decide to attack and Hiccup is sick–”

“Hey! We held ‘em off before,” Tuffnut said. “We can do it without Hiccup. He’s not that cool.”

Snotlout waved a chicken leg in the air, earning an offended look from Tuffnut, who pulled his pet chicken closer. “Personally I think we would be fine without the ‘Great Hiccup’,” he said confidently, putting a sarcastic emphasis on the last words. “It’s not like he’s super necessary, you know?”

“Then why do you look so worried?” shot Fishlegs.

“I’m not worried! I’m relieved that maybe we won’t have to deal with Hiccup’s bossiness for a day or so!”

“Everybody, shut up,” Astrid growled. “This really isn’t something to joke about. If Hiccup truly is sick, we have to make extra preparations, and take care of him.” She scowled at them all. “And don’t go saying we would be fine without Hiccup, or that he isn’t necessary. Without Hiccup, we wouldn’t even be here. Dragon riders wouldn’t be a thing. So just….shut up !”

“It’s called sarcasm ,” said Snotlout slowly, like Astrid was a child who couldn’t understand what he was saying otherwise. “Perhaps you might have heard of it.”

“Yes, Snotlout, I know! I know what sarcasm is! How could any of us not know, not when Hiccup–” She broke off, drawing a deep breath. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be getting so worked up, not when we could be down a team member.” She sighed, tightening her grip on her mug of hot chocolate. “I’m just…worried.”

“Aww, Astrid is worried for her pookie poo,” Ruffnut said teasingly. Tuffnut and Snotlout snickered.

A split second later, Astrid’s hot chocolate had made its way onto the unfortunate Ruffnut, and Astrid was tossing her mug angrily to the ground. “He’s not my pookie poo,” she hissed. “I will kill anyone who disagrees.”

“Geez, calm down,” said Tuffnut. “She was just teasing.”

“That’s just the problem! None of you are taking this seriously!” Astrid massaged her forehead with her fingertips, then stood. “You know what? I’m going off to bed. See you all in the morning.”

The rest of the team watched her storm away. “Guys,” said Fishlegs in his best lecturing voice, “I think maybe you went a little too far with the ‘pookie poo’ thing.”

“Oh, really? You think so?” Snotlout rolled his eyes sardonically. “Come on, though. You gotta admit it was funny.”

Fishlegs scratched under Meatlug’s chin, looking doubtful. “Okay, yes, it was funny, but I don’t think Astrid wants to admit that it’s true…. It just made her angrier to hear someone say it out loud.”

“Wait.” Tuffnut stared at Fishlegs in disbelief. “You mean to say that Astrid actually thinks of Hiccup as her pookie poo? Like, for real? You’re not pulling my leg?”

Fishlegs squinted at him in disbelief, and Ruffnut wheezed, “Haha, pulling your leg– hahaha— cause Hiccup only has one – hahaha–”

As the twins dissolved into uproarious laughter, Fishlegs put his head in his hands. “Oh, Thor,” he groaned. “I think Astrid was right.

<><><>

Astrid was up by dawn the next morning, dressing quickly and stepping out into the cool air. After feeding Stormfly, she walked around to see if Hiccup was anywhere nearby. He was usuall the first one up, so he should be around. However, she didn’t find him down by the dock, or at the forge. In fact, after a careful search of the entire outpost, she realized that he was not outside at all. He always left a note at the forge if he went for a flight on Toothless before anyone was up, but there hadn’t been one, and Toothless’s saddle was still hanging on a peg on the wall. With sudden panic clogging her throat, Astrid half-sprinted, half-stumbled up the hill to Hiccup’s hut and burst through the door.

The hut was completely silent, with an eerie stillness coating the atmosphere. Astrid saw Toothless curled up on his sleeping platform, his eyes trained worriedly on Hiccup’s bed. Upon Astrid’s entrance, the dragon raised his head and released an anxious mooooooooooowwww.

“I know, bud,” Astrid said as she hurried past the dragon, leaning over Hiccup’s bed. Hiccup was buried beneath his blankets, mumbling something unintelligible. “Hiccup!” Astrid tugged the blankets off his head. His eyes were closed, and he was flushed and sweaty, his hair plastered to his forehead. “Hiccup!” Astrid repeated, grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a vigorous shake. “Hiccup, wake up!”

“Hoozewaffle,” Hiccup muttered darkly, rolling over in his sleep and ignoring her. Astrid bit her lip, then reached out and shook him again.

“Hiccup! Hiccup, come on, you gotta wake up!” Please wake up! “Hiccup!”

“ Snargfoofen ,” Hiccup insisted vehemently. His eyes flew open a moment later, and he stared up at Astrid with bleary perplexion and a slight hint of unrecognition on his face.

“Whazzz wrrrong?” he slurred, still half-asleep, before sneezing like a chipmunk and closing his eyes again.

Concern thrummed in Astrid’s chest as she knelt beside Hiccup’s bed. “Hiccup, you’re sick. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

“Ssssssick?” He groaned, flinging one arm dramatically over his face, before suddenly sitting bolt upright, his eyes wide as sleep cleared from his face. “Wait, I have to– it’s daybreak?!” he croaked, staring at Astrid in horror. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner? How could I have overslept??” In a panic, he threw his blankets off and tried to get out of bed, but was stopped by a burst of coughing.

Astrid placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back onto his pillows and covering him again with the blankets. “Hiccup, you’re sick. You can’t do anything today.”

“But there’s so much to plan, I don’t–” His face wrinkled, and he sagged backwards, a massive sneeze shaking his body. “I can’t–” AAAACHOOoo. “Viggo could–” AAAACHOOOO. “We need–” AAAAaaaAACHOOOOO. “Uuuuuughhhh.” Hiccup sniffled miserably, sinking into his pillows with a groan.

“See? You can’t do anything today, okay?” Astrid reached out and felt his forehead– it was alarmingly hot beneath her wrist. “You’ve got a pretty bad fever. Let me go get Fishlegs, okay?”

Hiccup blew his nose vigorously in a handkerchief. “Okay,” he said stuffily.

Astrid threw him one last worried glance, then headed towards the door. Toothless moved over to Hiccup’s bed and dropped his head on the boy’s stomach, resulting in an oooooooof from Hiccup, who sneezed on the dragon a moment later. Astrid shook her head and slipped out of the hut to find Fishlegs.

Fishlegs’ hut was relatively silent as she approached it, save for the massive snores emanating from it. Astrid couldn’t tell whether it was Fishlegs or Meatlug doing the snoring as she pushed the door open, and after a moment realized it was a combination of both. Fishlegs was hanging half-off of his bed, one arm resting on Meatlug’s head. Astrid walked over to him and leaned down.

“Fishlegs!” she yelled directly in the boy’s ear.

“AAAAAAAAAH!” Fishlegs shrieked and jolted awake, limbs flailing wildly. He relaxed upon seeing Astrid. “Thor, Astrid, what was that for? Can’t a man sleep in peace?”

Astrid rolled her eyes. “Look, Hiccup’s sick. He’s got a pretty bad fever, and I think his throat is probably still hurting him. What can we do?”

Fishlegs rubbed his head, nose wrinkled in thought. “Well, he needs to drink a lot of water to stay hydrated. He should rest, of course, and if someone can sponge his face with a wet cloth every now and then to cool him down….” He paused, ticking off items on his fingers. “Oh! Steam, too, to help him breathe; and tea for his throat.”

Astrid nodded. “Okay. Rest, liquids, steam, a cold cloth—”

“I can make the tea,” offered Fishlegs.

“Right. I’ll wake up Snotlout and tell him to boil some water.” Astrid dashed out of the hut without stopping to thank Fishlegs, who yawned before going to prepare the tea.

After several difficult moments in which Snotlout wouldn’t wake up, Astrid finally dumped a pitcher of water over his head. “Idiot! Wake up!”

Snotlout opened one eye, looking offended, then sly. “That anxious to see me again, huh, Astrid?” he smirked.

“Shut it! I need you to boil some water.”

Snotlout stretched, looking confused. “Why?”

“Because Hiccup’s sick, and he needs steam. Also bring some to Fishlegs; he’s going to make tea for Hiccup.”

“What about you?” Snotlout said grumpily. “Are you doing anything?”

“Yes, of course!” Astrid scowled at him. “Now go! Boil the water!”

“Okay, okay! Don’t fuss!!” Snotlout climbed out of bed like an old woman and, muttering to himself, grabbed a pot and left his hut.

Astrid, in the meantime, filled a kettle with water and brought it into Hiccup’s hut. She poured some into a cup, then went over to Hiccup’s bed, where the boy was curled in a shivering, sniffling heap. Toothless moved out of the way, and Astrid knelt by the bed, holding the cup to Hiccup’s lips. “Drink,” she ordered. “You need fluid.”

Hiccup swallowed the water, making a face. “Your throat?” Astrid asked. Upon Hiccup’s nod, she hummed in sympathy. “Fishlegs is bringing you some tea that should help with that. How’s the breathing?”

“Not great,” croaked Hiccup. “My nose is all stuffed up, and there’s this horrible pressure in my head too.” He coughed. “I feel awful.”

“Snotlout should be in soon with some boiling water,” Astrid murmured, “so you can breathe better. I’m sorry you’re sick.”

“It’s fine,” Hiccup rasped, blowing his nose. “I’d rather it be me than anyone else.”

Astrid dipped a cloth in the kettle of water and pressed it against his forehead. “Yeah, well, I wish it was anyone but you,” she said, then, when his green eyes flickered to her in surprise, she quickly backtracked. “In case Viggo attacks, I mean. It would be a bad time for him to do so.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup mumbled. “It would, wouldn’t it?” He sighed, causing Toothless, who sat attentively to the right of Astrid, to moooow softly. Clearly he was worried about his human— and so was Astrid. So far, Hiccup was looking more flushed. If Fishlegs and Snotlout didn’t show up soon, Astrid might just cut their heads off with her axe.

The thought made her smile a little. Astrid glanced over her shoulder at Toothless, who sat with his tail curled around his feet and a miserable expression on his scaly face. He yowled faintly, his pupils dilating in distress.

Hiccup rolled his head to look at Toothless. “Hey, bud,” he said softly, stretching out one arm with his hand open. Toothless wiggled with excitement and thrust his nose into Hiccup’s palm, making a series of anxious sounds as he looked up at his human. “I’m fine, Toothless,” Hiccup murmured, scratching under Toothless’s chin before dropping his arm in exhaustion. His eyes fluttered closed.

Astrid bit her lip and sponged his forehead again, exchanging a glance with Toothless, who nuzzled against her in worry. “It’s okay,” Astrid whispered to the dragon. “He’s in good hands.”

Toothless didn’t look convinced, especially when Snotlout and Fishlegs burst in noisily a moment later. Snotlout carried a steaming pot of water, and Fishlegs bore a gigantic mug filled with what Astrid assumed was tea. The two were arguing loudly about whether or not Snotlout had actually boiled the water, and Astrid glowered at them viciously. “Guys! Could you maybe shut up?” she hissed.

The two boys’ eyes widened, and they glanced at Hiccup before stopping their arguing. “Sorry,” Fishlegs apologized. “I, uh, I made some chamomile tea with lemon and honey. It should help your throat a lot.”

“Thanks,” Hiccup grated, taking the mug Fishlegs offered him and taking a long sip. In the meantime, Snotlout set down his pot of hot water, and Astrid fanned the steam towards Hiccup with her hands.

Snotlout grabbed a chair and plopped into it, putting his hands behind his head. “So, Hiccup. How ya feeling?”

Hiccup glared at Snotlout over his mug of tea. “Obviously I feel amazing,” he said in a stuffy voice. “Fantastic. On top of the world.” He rolled his eyes. “Geez, how do you think I feel?”

Snotlout huffed. “I was just trying to be nice!” he said defensively.

Hiccup grunted into his mug.

Fishlegs sat on the floor beside Astrid, staring intently at Hiccup. “Is….everything good?” Astrid said warily, glancing at Fishlegs. “I mean, am I missing something or—”

“No, sorry, I was just trying to see if there were any more symptoms. You know, bloodshot eyes, incoherent babbling, blood.”

“Blood?!”

Fishlegs held up his hands. “ Joking.”

“Incoherent babbling? Why would that be a symptom? Hiccup always incoherently babbles,” put in Snotlout.

“Says you,” scoffed Astrid. She glanced at Hiccup, who was still drinking his tea, and then back at Fishlegs and Snotlout. “He should probably rest after this. I think maybe you guys should go in a minute…”

Snotlout gave Fishlegs a sly look, then leaned forward and said brashly to Astrid, “Oh, so you can get some alone—”

Fishlegs lunged towards Snotlout, clamping a hand over his mouth, and grinned a little too widely at Astrid. “We were just leaving!” he said cheerily. “You just rest, Hiccup!”

“Thanks,” croaked Hiccup. He finished off his tea, watching as the two boys stumbled out of his hut, Snotlout muttering about how Fishlegs always ruined his fun. When they were gone, Hiccup glanced at Astrid. “You don’t have to stay, you know,” he said hesitantly. “I…I’ll be all right.”

Astrid reached out and took the mug from his hands, setting it aside, before soaking the cloth again and pressing it to his forehead. “I don’t have to,” she said, trailing off a little and not meeting his gaze, “but I want to.”

Hiccup stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable, and then smiled softly. “Okay.”

Astrid cleared her throat, setting the cloth aside and fanning a bit more steam at his face to help clear his sinuses a bit. “I think you should probably try to go back to sleep now,” she told him.

“What, after you woke me up?” Hiccup smirked at her, his expression quickly morphing into a grimace as another coughing fit blossomed in his lungs. When he had finished hacking, he pulled his blankets up over his shoulders. “I guess you’re right,” he said with a yawn. “I do feel really tired.”

“Be prepared for me to make you drink a ton of water when you wake up,” Astrid warned him.

He gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Noted…...I might not drink…it all…..” His voice trailed off, and he nestled into his pillow, his breathing evening out.

Astrid busied herself by filling a mug with water for when he woke up, then with scratching Toothless’s chin for a few minutes in an attempt to reassure him. Toothless eventually curled up, still seeming anxious but content to rest for a bit, and Astrid sat on the floor by Hiccup’s bed again, drawing her knees up to her chin. She watched the sleeping boy worriedly, but he was dozing peacefully, a small smile etched on his face. His breathing was a little raspy, but no more than before, thankfully.

Astrid sighed, studying Hiccup’s face for a few moments before leaning her head against the side of the bed. She closed her eyes, praying Hiccup would be all right and that Viggo wouldn’t decide to attack anytime soon, and that everything….would be…just……..fine……..

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“Are you sure we should go back?” questioned Snotlout, looking at Fishlegs skeptically. “When we were there like, an hour ago, Astrid almost bit our heads off. I’m not exactly thrilled about going back.”

“Gosh, I’m glad I wasn’t there,” put in Tuffnut, who, together with Ruffnut, was polishing Barf and Belch’s scales. “Astrid is scary.”

“She wasn’t scary!” Fishlegs said. “She would have been if you had said that thing I stopped you from saying—” he narrowed his eyes at Snotlout— “but I think she was mostly just worried about Hiccup.” He frowned. “And Hiccup could probably use some more tea for his throat, and some moral support from his team! Am I right?” He glanced at the rest of them for confirmation.

“The only support Hiccup wants right now is Astrid’s,” Ruffnut snickered. “I doubt he wants us.”

“Of course he wants us!” Fishlegs retorted, looking hurt. “We’re his best friends!”

“Yeah, and Astrid is his best best friend. He doesn’t—”

“Guys! Let’s just go, okay? Either way he needs more tea, and probably some food.” Appearing more confident, Fishlegs trotted into his hut, returning a few moments later with a mug and a satchel. “All right. Mount up and let’s go!”

“We’re bringing our dragons?” said Snotlout incredulously, even as he climbed into Hookfang’s saddle.

“Why not?” Fishlegs climbed onto Meatlug, waiting until the twins had mounted Barf and Belch, and then the four of them lifted into the air and flew towards Hiccup’s hut.

“This is gonna be so fun,” grumbled Snotlout as he pushed open the door. “I mean, it—”

He trailed off, staring in disbelief. Hiccup lay snoozing in what looked like an extremely uncomfortable position, twisted half off the bed. Astrid was leaning against the side of it, sound asleep, with Hiccup’s hand resting limply against her cheek. Toothless lay watching them curiously, his tail flicking, and upon Snotlout’s entrance he lifted his head, snuffling the air.

Snotlout wheezed, slapping a hand against his thigh. “You guys gotta see this,” he choked. “You gotta—”

At Snotlout’s exclamation, Astrid’s eyes fluttered open, zoning in a moment later on Hiccup’s hand against her face. Her gaze then traveled upward to his head, which was a little above her, and then over to the rest of her friends and their dragons, who stood in the doorway trying to suppress their laughter. There was a moment in which Astrid appeared to be processing all that was happening, her eyes wide and darting from face to face, and then—

“EEEEYYYAGHH!!” Astrid bolted upright with a shriek, accidentally whacking herself in the face with Hiccup’s hand. That, in turn, woke Hiccup up— he blinked sleepily at the upside down faces of his friends before twisting back onto his bed.

“Hah! Uh! Hi— hi guys! Um hi— N-nice to see you all, I-I— I was just—” Astrid gulped, looking frazzled. Her hair stuck out in every direction. She coughed awkwardly. “I was, um, just—”

“You fell asleep ,” jeered Snotlout.

Hiccup, who was blowing his nose, froze, glancing first at Astrid, then Snotlout. “You fell asleep too, Astrid? Are you feeling all right?”

“I feel fine! I just closed my eyes for a moment, a-and I didn’t sleep so well last night so I guess I was tired—”

“You didn’t sleep well? I bet I can guess who you were thinking about,” Ruffnut giggled.

Astrid flushed, running a hand over her frizzy hair before getting to her feet and shoving water at Hiccup. “Okay, all of you just— shut up, okay? Hiccup, drink your water.” Astrid stormed across the room to grab the tea Fishlegs had brought. “Why are you all here, anyway?”

Fishlegs tapped his fingertips together, looking awkward. “Well…I thought Hiccup could use the moral support of his team—”

“That’s a really nice thought, Fishlegs,” Hiccup said froggily. “I appreciate that.”

Fishlegs beamed, glad somebody was grateful for his efforts. “Have you eaten anything today?” he asked.

Astrid gasped. “ Thor !” she cursed. “I didn’t think of that, I—”

“Astrid, it’s okay,” rasped Hiccup. “You’ve done a lot for me already.”

“Don’t worry, Astrid, I already thought of it. I brought some food for him.” Fishlegs held out the satchel he’d brought. “Some bread and dried fish.” He paused, considering. “Have you eaten either, Astrid?”

She shrugged. “I guess I kind of….forgot.”

“Well then, eat some of it too,” Fishlegs ordered.

Hiccup and Astrid did as Fishlegs said, as the rest of the gang made themselves comfortable. “We should figure out a schedule for who sits with Hiccup,” said Fishlegs. “Astrid’s already done a lot, so we should give her a break.” Ignoring Astrid’s sound of protest, he continued, “I can do it next, and then maybe Snotlout?”

“Guys,” Hiccup interrupted, looking exasperated. “I’m not dying. I just have a cold. It’s not that serious.”

“But—” began Astrid.

“Really. Fishlegs is right, Astrid. You should take a break.” Hiccup drank some of the tea he’d been brought, then broke into a coughing fit, followed by a violent sneeze. He lay back, massaging his forehead with his fingers. “Oh, Odin.”

Toothless roared gently, crawling up to the bed and resting his chin beside Hiccup’s head. “Hey, bud,” said Hiccup fondly, scratching the dragon’s chin. He glanced at the others. “See? I have Toothless to take care of me. I’m fine. You guys don’t wanna hang out with me all day, do you? You could get sick yourselves.”

“That’s true,” whimpered Snotlout, as if he hadn’t thought of that before. He pulled his shirt up over his nose. “Guys, we could all be breathing in his germs right this second. Probably not a great idea to hang around.”

“Well…yeah, I mean, probably not.” Fishlegs shrugged, acknowledging this. “I guess we probably should go.”

“What, and miss the opportunity to get sick?” Tuffnut drew a long breath, an appreciative look on his face. “All those germs. So awesome.”

“You’re weird,” Ruffnut scoffed.

“Yeah, but we already knew that,” her twin responded. They burst into snorting laughter, head-butted, and then got up and went over to Barf and Belch.

“Well, we’ll check in on you later,” said Fishlegs, looking back at Hiccup. “Try to rest.”

“Thanks, guys,” Hiccup said, blowing his nose and watching as they trailed out, one by one. He glanced over at Astrid, who stood beside his bed, looking uncertain. “Astrid? You should go, too.”

“But I—”

“Actually, would you mind patrolling the Edge for a bit? Just to check that nothing’s going on.” Hiccup gave a raspy cough and took a drink of tea, green eyes fixed on Astrid. “Will you do that for me?”

Astrid sighed. “Okay. I guess so.”

Hiccup nodded. “Thanks.”

Astrid reluctantly went to the door and opened it, giving Hiccup a halfhearted wave. He smiled back, but she heard him blowing his nose as she closed the door and went off to find Stormfly.

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Hiccup said he was feeling a little better that evening, and sat on the grass outside his hut with Toothless, watching the sunset and doodling in his journal. Astrid, who felt like maybe she should back off a little, worked on trimming Stormfly’s talons, glancing every now and then towards the small figure up on the hill. There was a heaviness in her chest she couldn’t quite describe, but she ignored it, resolutely blocking it from her mind.

When she had finished with Stormfly, she climbed on the dragon’s back and went for a last patrol around the Edge, hoping also to clear the fogginess in her head. There was nothing unusual to be seen, so at last Astrid landed and headed to check on Hiccup a last time before she went to bed.

He was still outside, coughing a little and making notes in his journal. A slight chill was settling in the air, and with a bit of concern Astrid said, “You should go back inside. It’s getting damp.”

Hiccup quickly closed his journal on her approach, his gaze flicking to her face. “Ah, yeah, you’re right,” he answered, getting slowly to his feet and stretching. “It’s just so nice out here.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Mm…still better than earlier. I guess I’ll see how tomorrow is.” He shrugged. “You haven’t felt sick at all, have you?”

“No, no.” Astrid scuffed the toe of her boot across the ground. “I’m fine.”

“Good.” Hiccup hesitated, his journal clutched in one hand, before stepping forward and giving Astrid a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for all you did today,” he said softly in her ear, placing one hand gently on her arm. “I really appreciate it.”

Astrid’s mouth opened, but no sound came out, and then Hiccup was gone, the door of his hut clicking softly closed. Astrid gathered her jaw off the ground after a moment, then smiled a little to herself and walked dreamily off towards her own hut. Hopefully Hiccup would be completely better by tomorrow. Then maybe they could go for a flight together, or a patrol, or maybe go fishing, or axe-throwing, or just hang out....

The stars were shining softly as Astrid entered her hut, and at that moment anything seemed possible.

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“—rid.”

Someone was speaking to her, a muddled underwater sound, and Astrid scowled, clamping her pillow over her head and rolling away from the voice. “Go away,” she mumbled groggily, still not fully awake.

“Astrid!” the voice persisted, and she felt something shake her shoulders. “Astrid, Hiccup’s worse. He’s not responding to anyone.”

“WHAT?!” With that, Astrid flung her pillow to the floor and jolted awake, eyes wide. “He’s unresponsive?!”

She found herself staring into the alarmed face of Snotlout, who clearly expected her to impale him or some other such thing. “Um,” he said after a moment, “yeah. His fever has gone up, he’s coughing really bad, and his breathing is super raspy. His eyes look really weird, too. Kinda glazed. Like Hookfang when he’s eaten too many fish, heh—”

“Why wasn’t I woken up sooner?” Astrid said frantically, shooing Snotlout from her hut so she could change. “How could I have slept in?!”

Cursing herself, she quickly got dressed, then bolted out of her hut, mounted Stormfly, and flew to Hiccup’s home in a flash. She burst inside to find everyone else already huddled around Hiccup’s bed, looking grim. Toothless had been exiled from the hut, having been so worried he accidentally trashed Hiccup’s hut with his anxious movements.

“Astrid,” greeted Fishlegs cautiously.

“What— what does he have? What is he sick with?” Astrid fell to her knees beside the bed, squeezing between Ruffnut and Snotlout. “I thought it was just a cold!” She stared at Hiccup. He was tossing feverishly back and forth, mumbling incoherently. His eyes were closed, and a dark red flush suffused his face beneath his freckles. His forehead was sweaty, with his hair sticking to it, and the rest of his visible skin was unnaturally pale.

“He’s been like this since I got here an hour ago,” Fishlegs said. “And he’s been throwing up really bad, too. I don’t know why he’s worse. He was feeling better yesterday, right?”

“That’s what he said,” Astrid answered, panic forming a lump in her throat. She grabbed for a cloth and a bucket of fresh water someone had brought, dipping the cloth into the water before using it to sponge Hiccup’s face. As she did so, she glanced anxiously at Fishlegs. “Has he spoken to you guys at all?”

“He opened his eyes once or twice,” Fishlegs responded, “but he didn’t say anything. We tried talking to him but he just looked confused, and then passed out again.”

“Yeah. He’s being a real airhead this time,” Snotlout said, making a weak attempt at a joke, before he sighed heavily and looked at his feet.

Tuffnut leaned over his sister to look at Astrid. “When his eyes were open, they were suuuper creepy. Kinda like a Whispering Death’s. All white and cloudy— no pupils at all—”

“No, he had pupils,” said Ruffnut, “his eyes were just really weird.”

“Not gonna lie, this is giving me massive Asia fondue to the time Hiccup almost died as a kid,” Snotlout remarked casually.

The rest of the gang stared at him in horror, not bothering to correct Snotlout’s misspoken words as their minds flooded with memories of the circumstance he had just brought up. When he was a child, just seven or eight years old, Hiccup had caught a disease that was going around the region. For two weeks he had battled the sickness, and none of Berk had known whether he would live or die— it had seemed as if it would be the latter. Eventually, though, the frail boy had pulled through, although it took a while for him to fully recover.

Snotlout was right. This was highly reminiscent of that time, although back then none of them had associated much with Hiccup.

And this time, it was worse. Astrid could tell that the fear burning in her own chest was not unique to her— from the looks on the others’ faces alone, she knew they felt it too.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay,” Fishlegs said in an attempt to be cheerful.

None of the others responded. Astrid reached out and gave Hiccup the gentlest of shakes. “Hiccup,” she said, quietly at first, then louder, “Hiccup!”

The boy mumbled, his brows furrowing, and grabbed wildly at his sheets, his head rolling back and forth on his pillow. “No,” he muttered, his fingers tensing. “Please.”

Astrid swallowed, glancing at the others. “A nightmare, do you think?” she whispered.

“A fever dream, probably,” Fishlegs said. “So yeah, basically.”

“He needs to wake up.” Astrid tapped Hiccup’s chin with her finger. “Hiccup! Hello! Wake up!”

“I don’t think that’s gonna work,” said Tuffnut. “You gotta really try.”

“Tuff, what—”

Tuffnut gave a bloodcurdling yell, leaned forward, and booped Hiccup on the nose.

“That wasn’t any better than what Astrid did, dummy,” Snotlout scoffed. “Booping his nose isn’t gonna do anything.”

“Oh yeah? Well, you try something, Mr —”

“Wait, no!” Astrid leaned forward. “I think he is waking up!”

Hiccup’s eyelids were fluttering madly, a distorted grimace crossing his face. “No,” he whispered softly a final time, before his eyes opened just a crack, then widened fully. Their leafy green color was dull and faded, glazed over in an eerie sheen. Hiccup’s eyes moved over each of their faces in turn, confusion and unrecognition mingling on his countenance.

“Hiccup?” Astrid said gently. “How do you feel?”

“Astrid—” Fishlegs said warningly.

Astrid didn’t listen, instead reaching out and touching Hiccup’s hand, which rested atop his blankets. “Hiccup,” she repeated. “Are you okay?”

He stared at her, his gaze hollow. She felt his hand trembling beneath her palm. His lips parted slightly, not a shred of recollection on his face. He didn’t remember her. He didn’t know who she was. That realization was more crushing than anything else that could have happened, and Astrid faltered, withdrawing her hand.

“He doesn’t know who I am,” she said haltingly.

“It’s the fever,” Fishlegs replied. “He’s delirious, I think.”

Astrid swallowed, unable to tear her gaze from the green eyes that didn’t recognize her. Hiccup returned her stare, his facial muscles clenching in concentration, before he abruptly rolled his head away, his lashes fluttering shut again. He began to mutter vaguely, sweat shining on his forehead.

Fishlegs locked his fingers together, his thumbs fidgeting back and forth. “I think maybe we should go to Berk and get Gothi,” he said anxiously.

Astrid’s stomach lurched. “It’s that bad?” she whispered.

Fishlegs didn’t reply, instead glancing at the twins and Snotlout. “Ruffnut and Tuffnut, would you guys go with me to Berk? I should go so I can say what Hiccup’s symptoms are, and there might be medicine and stuff to transport too.”

“Cool by me,” Tuffnut answered, getting to his feet. “Come on, sis.”

Fishlegs stood up as well, turning towards Astrid and Snotlout. “If he wakes up, make him drink some water,” he instructed. “And wipe his face every now and then with a wet cloth to cool him down. Don’t let him get up, okay? And remember– fluids. If he keeps throwing up like he was earlier, he’s gonna be really dehydrated.”

Astrid nodded, glancing at Fishlegs for a brief moment. “Safe flying,” she said haltingly.

“Thanks.” He hesitated, looking at Hiccup, and then added, “We should be back in five to six hours. Hold on till then.”

“We will,” Astrid answered softly.

The door to the hut swung shut with a resounding thud , and Snotlout and Astrid traded a long look.

“So uh….” Snotlout cleared his throat, casting a glance towards Hiccup. “Maybe I should patrol for a bit while they’re gone. Just for peace of mind that Viggo isn’t attacking, you know?”

Astrid stared at him, feeling suddenly grateful. While there was reason to scout around, she knew Snotlout was mainly offering to patrol so that Astrid had an excuse of being alone with Hiccup. Because Thor, she needed it. Just to reassure herself that…just to reassure herself.

“That would be great, Snotlout,” Astrid murmured quietly after a moment, looking away so she wouldn’t betray her emotions. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Snotlout replied. “You can always count on the Snot!” Grinning, he backed away, slipped out the door, and was gone. Astrid heard him telling Toothless to calm down, and then there was silence.

Astrid sighed, shaking her head. He really could be a sweetheart sometimes, although usually she just wanted to strangle him. But he did have his moments, she’d grant him that.

She reached for the cloth and sponged Hiccup’s face again, accidentally waking him up. Remembering what Fishlegs had said, Astrid snatched up a mug of water and brought it to Hiccup’s lips. “Hey,” she said gently. “I need you to drink this. Can you do that for me?”

Hiccup stared at her, his forehead wrinkling. A violent cough rasped in his lungs, and he gasped for breath, sucking in air desperately before looking at Astrid again. His eyes were still clouded with fever, but silently he accepted the cup and drank from it, draining it dry. Astrid refilled it and offered it to him again.

Hiccup dutifully took a few more gulps, then looked at Astrid, his breath rattling. “W-who are you?” he said shakily, slowly, as if he wasn’t quite certain. “I…I can’t recall your name–”

Astrid’s fingers tensed. After a moment she responded, “I’m Astrid. Do you remember me at all?”

He shook his head faintly, his lips trembling. “I– your face is familiar but I don’t…I don’t….” He trailed off, another cough seizing his thin frame.

“That’s okay,” Astrid quickly soothed him, resting a hand on his arm. “You’re sick. It’s just affecting your memory a little bit.”

“My memory,” he repeated, taking another drink of water and looking perplexed. He gave another weak cough, his eyelids fluttering sleepily, before his face twisted in nausea. Predicting what he was about to do, Astrid grabbed a bucket and held it in front of him, and Hiccup threw up into it, then sank back into his pillows with an expression of exhaustion.

Astrid gave him some more water, and he drank it slowly, his face pale, his eyes dull. Astrid set aside the bucket, and Hiccup glanced at her apologetically. “S-sorry,” he stuttered, his teeth chattering as a chill took hold of him.

“Don’t be.” She offered him a small smile, hoping to reassure him.

A sudden breeze gusted through the hut from an open window, and Hiccup shivered even more violently, burrowing under his covers. His whole body shook uncontrollably, and yet another hacking fit seized him. Hiccup coughed so hard his face turned beet red with the effort, and his bedframe shook. When he had finished, he rolled his head across the pillow tiredly, a grimace on his face as his chest rose and fell in raspy breaths.

“Try to rest,” Astrid said softly, reaching out after a moment of consideration and placing her hand lightly on his arm. He looked down at it, his gaze hollow, before reaching his other arm across and gripping her fingers loosely in his.

Astrid swallowed, wishing he would remember her but knowing that in his fever he probably wasn’t aware of much of anything. She watched as Hiccup’s eyes closed, his face twitching, before his breathing evened out somewhat and he fell into a restless sleep.

With a sigh Astrid rubbed her thumb across the back of his hand, anxiety burning in her throat. She hoped that the others would reach Berk quickly, and get the supplies they needed. She hoped Hiccup would be all right. She hoped….

She caught sight of Hiccup’s journal, poking out from beneath his pillow, and moved it to a table behind the bed so it wouldn’t cause any unnecessary discomfort. A scrap of parchment slipped from the pages of the journal, drifting to the floor, and Astrid leaned down and picked it up. She was about to slide it back into the journal when her eyes caught a single word, or rather a name.

Her name.

Astrid’s breath clogged in her throat, and she glanced at Hiccup’s sleeping form before grasping the parchment more tightly, her fingers shaking as she brought it closer and peered at the messy scrawl covering its surface. It appeared to be part of a page that had been ripped out somehow, and bore several fragments of sentences that Astrid couldn’t figure out due to their incompletion. But she could see her name, written plain as day at the right edge of the scrap, each letter formed in jumbled, swooping handwriting.

Astrid ran her finger across the scrap of paper, every part of her being longing to flip through Hiccup’s journal to the page the fragment had been torn from, but after a moment she replaced the fragment in the front cover of the journal, pushing it away. Forcing the thought of it from her mind, she turned back to Hiccup, staring at his face.

Why are you writing about me? she thought, wanting to wake him up and ask him, but knowing at the same time that she wouldn’t have the courage to go through with it. Astrid Hofferson was unafraid of most things, but bringing her feelings into the light was possibly her greatest fear, and she wasn’t about to ruin her friendship with Hiccup, either.

Especially not while he was sick, although it was likely he wouldn’t remember the encounter. But still, it was a risk she wasn’t willing to take, so she rolled her lips together and sat in silence by the side of his bed.

After a half hour or so, Hiccup woke up sick again. After he had emptied the contents of his stomach and drunk a mug of water, he tossed feverishly back and forth on his pillow, his eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed, and an expression of discomfort on his face. After several moments of watching him thus, Astrid said, “Hey. Hiccup. C’mere, okay?”

He stared at her, not comprehending, so Astrid slid her hands gently under his arms and tugged him over to her, resting his head beneath her chin. Hiccup was quiet, his eyes flicking upwards to look at her, and Astrid ran her fingers through his tangled hair. “You’re okay,” Astrid whispered to him. “It’s okay.”

Hiccup’s tense body finally relaxed in her arms, and he let out a long, hoarse sigh, his fingers twitching. Astrid focused on his hand for a moment, watching as slowly he moved it upward, finally sliding it into her free hand, which rested lightly on his chest. Hiccup’s hand trembled in hers for a moment, his palm hot with fever, before slowly, uncertainly, he laced their fingers together. Then, before Astrid could fully grasp what was happening, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers lightly.

“Thank you, milady,” he murmured in a rasping whisper, pressing their clasped hands against his cheek and rubbing his thumb across hers. Astrid’s heart soared. He remembered her! He remembered her…he….

She was trying to collect her thoughts when a soft snore met her ears, and she looked down to see Hiccup had dozed off in her lap, his lashes splayed across his freckled cheeks. Astrid chuckled softly, then, feeling particularly bold, leaned down and cupped his face in her free hand. She was going to place a peck on his cheek or forehead, but after a moment of listening to his slow breathing, decided to risk it and placed the softest of kisses on his lips. His were warm and soft, if not slightly chapped, and she wished that somehow he could return the kiss before she reluctantly pulled away.

After she had checked that he was still asleep, Astrid again tangled her fingers in his hair, a sigh escaping her as she felt him shift in her lap, his head bumping her chin. She doubted she would have this chance anytime else, so she settled back, enjoying the feel of Hiccup in her arms, a thing that likely would never occur again.

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Hiccup stirred a few times in the next few hours, but didn’t wake up until the sun was beginning its journey down the length of the sky. When his eyes finally opened again, they were glazed and unfocused once more, and Astrid swallowed the hope she had harbored that maybe he was finally getting better.

“Hey,” she greeted him softly, helping him to sit up a little and propping him against her shoulder. “Here’s some water for you.” She handed him a mug, and Hiccup took it, his fingers brushing hers. He drank the water slowly, his gaze wandering to Astrid’s face, where it remained for quite some time before finally he looked away.

“How do you feel?” Astrid questioned him.

Hiccup frowned, staring down into the depths of the mug. “Pretty rough,” he said hoarsely after a moment. “Like I’ve been run over by a dragon.”

“I’m so sorry,” Astrid murmured. “Hopefully Gothi will arrive soon with medicine for you.” She peered at him closely, but he didn’t appear confused upon hearing Gothi’s name. Maybe he was still more aware of things now, at least.

Hiccup took another drink of water, then coughed, a miserable expression crossing his face. “I feel like someone dragged a knife down my throat,” he mumbled, drawing a few shallow breaths. “Or like somebody filled my nose with water.”

“Would tea help at all?” Astrid asked.

Hiccup glanced at her, sniffling loudly. “Mm…maybe,” he said doubtfully. He coughed again. “At least I don’t feel nauseous anymore.”

“And it seems like you’ve returned to your senses a bit,” Astrid added.

Hiccup started. “Was…was I out of my senses?” he said, alarmed. “What did I do? Did I say anything weird or–” He paused, a flush crossing his face that wasn’t related to his fever. “...I….didn’t, right?” he finished in a small voice.

Astrid chewed her lip, wondering if he remembered kissing her hand. “No,” she said finally. “You didn’t.”

Hiccup looked relieved. “Good. You never know, huh?” He chuckled nervously, then began to cough again. Astrid poured him some more water.

A sudden commotion erupted outside the hut just then. Snotlout was yelling something along the lines of “get your feet off me, you dumb reptile!” and then there was a muffled thump against the door that rattled the hut. A moment later, the door flew open, and Toothless galloped in, skidding across the floor and crashing into a chair. He crawled up to Hiccup’s bed, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his pupils wide in curiosity.

“Hey, bud,” Hiccup greeted the dragon weakly, leaning against Astrid as Toothless excitedly sniffed his hands. “Yeah, I missed you too.”

Snotlout limped into the hut a few seconds later, his helmet askew, with twigs and mud stuck to his clothing and a large scratch across his face. “What happened to you ?” Astrid questioned.

Snotlout made a face. “Well, we were patrolling, and then Hookfang decided it would be a brilliant idea to dive into a lake to catch a giant fish, and then later we crashed into a thicket because he got scared by a widdle tiny wobin and flew out of control.” He scowled, pulling a branch from his hair. “Honestly, he’s such a scaredy cat.”

Astrid smirked, and Hiccup gave a wheezy laugh beside her. Snotlout plopped down on a stool, regarding the two with interest. “So Hic,” he said breezily, brushing dirt off his pants. “You feeling better?”

“I mean….” Hiccup sniffled and shrugged. “Not really. I think maybe the fever could be breaking, though. I feel a little more ‘with it.’” He glanced at Astrid. “Astrid’s been really helpful.”

“Yeah, I bet,” snickered Snotlout. Hiccup looked confused, and Astrid leaned down, snatched up an old sock that Toothless had discovered under Hiccup’s bed that morning, and chucked it at Snotlout’s face, clobbering him directly in the nose with it.

“Ew! Gross! What was that for?” shrieked Snotlout, jumping off his stool as if he’d been slapped.

Astrid glared at him. Hiccup’s gaze shifted between the two in confusion before he took another drink of his water. “You two are weird,” he commented.

Snotlout snorted and opened his mouth to say something, but Astrid threw a blanket at him and nodded. “ Snotlout is weird,” she corrected. “Not me.”

“Ha! As if!” Snotlout smirked, leaning forward. “I could mention a few things–”

“Shut up,” Astrid hissed.

Snotlout threw her a wink, then glanced pointedly at Hiccup, who stared back, a puzzled look on his face. “Am I missing something?” Hiccup said slowly after a minute, pausing to blow his nose.

“Nope! You’re not missing aaaaanything ,” Snotlout said in an exaggerated tone. He stood and stretched, adjusting his helmet. “Just a few key things that you may or may not figure out eventually.” He plucked a twig off of his vest. “No biggie, though.”

“Hm.” Hiccup frowned into his mug, then sighed and shifted against Astrid’s shoulder. “The others are bringing Gothi, you said?”

“Yes,” Astrid confirmed. “They should be here any minute now, although at this point I think you’ll be fine. But still, maybe she can help you get better faster.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup agreed, closing his eyes.

Astrid took that as an opportunity to shoot daggers at Snotlout with her eyes, glaring at him so ferociously his own eyes widened in surprise. “What?” he whispered. “I was just teasing!”

“Yeah, well, you– you shouldn’t. You’re wrong about that,” Astrid whispered back. “I’m…it’s not like that.”

Snotlout rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled. “Of course.”

Astrid was about to say something else, but at that moment the door flew open and Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Gothi, Gobber, and Stoick burst in. “Hiccup!” Stoick exclaimed, hurrying forward and kneeling beside Astrid.

Hiccup’s eyes opened and focused on his father. He gave a tired smile. “Hey, Dad.”

“Son. How are you feeling?” Stoick questioned anxiously.

Hiccup hummed. “Still gross. I think I’m past the worst of it, though.”

Gothi stepped forward, whacking Tuffnut with her stick and snatching a leather bag from his hands. She raised her eyebrows at Gobber, then began scratching on the hut’s dirt floor with the end of her staff, forming sloppily carved symbols.

“Eh…” Gobber frowned, placing a finger on his chin. “She says that ye need tae give Hiccup a mixture of the tree bark, herbs, and belches–” Gothi whacked him with her stick. “Sorry, berries– that she brought, and it should settle ‘im right quick.” Gothi scrawled in the dirt again, and Gobber added, “Oh, and he has to take it once every hour along with a cup of warthogs–” Thwack! “Beg yer pardon, water. ” Gobber nodded in satisfaction, and Gothi stopped writing.

“And….that’s supposed to help him?” Astrid asked dubiously.

“Yes,” Gobber confirmed. “But don’t kill the messenger if it don’t work.”

Gothi shot him a glare, and Gobber stepped quickly out of reach of her staff.

Astrid began rummaging in the bag Tuffnut had been holding, pulling out the required ingredients. She and Ruffnut pounded them into a dusty mixture, then poured a helping into a cup of water and handed it to Hiccup.

Hiccup gripped the cup and looked at it doubtfully. “Er…what does this taste like, might I ask?” He didn’t say anything else, but Astrid could hear his unspoken question. Gothi’s medicines had a reputation for tasting absolutely horrendous.

Gothi frowned and scrawled something in the dirt. “She says…” Gobber’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead. “Well, not that I’ll say it aloud. But basically, lad, she says to hush yer yap and drink up.”

Hiccup shrugged, flinched, and drank the concoction in a gulp. This produced a fresh fit of hacking. Stoick, trying to be helpful, gave Hiccup a giant whack on the back with his hand, which resulted in Hiccup’s eyes bulging from his head and his coughing only getting worse.

“So….” Gobber scratched his head. “Is that all then? I gotta admit, it’s just a wee bit less than I was expecting.”

“What…were you expecting?” Hiccup said breathlessly, fighting to draw air into his lungs.

“Eh, I dunno. I thought mebbe she would extract blood, but I guess I’m not as much of an expert as I thought.” Gobber shrugged, looking disappointed.

Gothi brightened and wrote something else in the dirt.

“Ah, she says that drawing blood might help with the frog!” Gobber said excitedly.

Thwack !

“...Fever, I mean,” Gobber corrected himself, rubbing his arm. “I’ll go get some pointy objects!”

Hiccup made a strangled noise around the last bits of coughing.

“I think– he’s probably fine,” Astrid put in hastily.

Hiccup shot her a grateful look.

“Well, if ye say so. But let me know if the chance should arise!” Gobber twirled his mustache. “Feel better then, laddie. I got to get Gothi back to Berk safely.”

Gothi scowled at him and hobbled out of the hut in front of him. Gobber gave a last wave, then trailed out behind her.

Stoick turned back to Hiccup. “Well, son, I wanted to check in on ye. Seeing as how ye’re doin’ fine, I might head back as well. There’s a big meeting tonight I need to be there for.”

“I understand, Dad,” Hiccup croaked, scratching Toothless’ head as the dragon nosed his side. “Thanks for coming.”

“Anytime.” Stoick hesitated, then gave Hiccup an awkward one-armed hug. “I hope ye feel better.” He nodded at the rest of the riders, then ducked out of the hut as well.

Tuffnut flopped onto a chair. “Well, I’m glad that’s over with,” he groaned. “That flight was horrible. Fishlegs was talking the entire time about a scrape Meatlug has on her paw. And Ruffnut wouldn’t shut up either.” He rolled his eyes towards his sister.

“Aw, you know you love me,” she jeered, giving him an affectionate punch to the arm.

Hiccup laughed, then took a long drink of water, exhaling in a long sigh. “Well, thanks so much for doing that,” he said. “It means a lot.”

“I’m glad you’re getting better, Hiccup,” Fishlegs said earnestly.

Astrid didn’t say anything, but she fully agreed.

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Three days later, Hiccup was fully recovered, and able to sit around the fire again at dinner with his friends. The meal that night was fried fish and potatoes, or at least it was supposed to be. Fishlegs, who had prepared the food in celebration of Hiccup's recovery, burned the potatoes to a crisp and seasoned the fish so heavily it tasted like seawater. However, it was all they had on short notice, so the gang scraped off the fried, seasoned part of the fish and ate the meat instead, which was just a bit better (he had burned the fish too).

After they had finished eating, Ruffnut surprised them all with mugs of hot chocolate. “I didn’t know you could cook, Ruff,” Hiccup commented as he sipped his hot chocolate and discovered it tasted very good, shockingly enough.

“I didn’t either,” Ruffnut said with a shrug. “Not that this is really cooking, but yanno.”

“This is amazing!” Fishlegs gushed after taking a long drink, a hot chocolate mustache having appeared on his upper lip. “You should make this more often.”

“I agree,” Snotlout chimed in. “Especially during winter. That’d be nice.”

“But it’s so much nicer to have a Thorston sandwich in winter to keep you warm,” complained Tuffnut. “Who needs hot chocolate when you have two hot–”

“On that note,” Astrid broke in quickly, “it’s getting pretty late, guys. We should probably head to bed so we’re well rested for tomorrow.”

“Astrid’s right,” put in Hiccup. “We need our strength.” He stood and dumped water over the fire to put it out. Smoke billowed through the air, and the twins, coughing and choking, wheezily said goodnight to the rest of the gang and headed off to their hut.

Fishlegs finished off his hot chocolate and stood, brushing crumbs off of his pants. “I’ll say goodnight too, then,” he said cheerfully. “See you all tomorrow!” Fishlegs was about to head off, but glanced pointedly at Snotlout. He sat smirking at Astrid and Hiccup, who were trying very hard not to look at each other.

“Snotlout, doesn’t Hookfang need to be fed?” Fishlegs said.

“Hm? No, I fed him–” Snotlout caught Fishlegs’ urgent look and jumped. “Oh! Right, I forgot to feed him actually, haha! I’ll, uh, go do that.” He stood up, said goodnight to Hiccup and Astrid, and headed off with Fishlegs towards their respective huts, their dragons trailing behind.

Hiccup and Astrid remained sitting in silence, staring into the last embers of the fire. Astrid was just getting ready to say goodnight and head to her hut, when Hiccup broke the silence, startling her.

“So um,” Hiccup said, staring down at his hands. “Astrid…I wanted to say that I–” He paused, his brow furrowing in what appeared to be panic, before his face cleared slightly.

Astrid looked over at him, hoping he would chalk her red cheeks up to the remaining glow from the fire, and not anything else. Such as the fact that she was sitting alone with him.

“I…really appreciate all you did. While I was sick, I mean,” Hiccup said awkwardly.

“Oh!” Astrid stared into her empty hot chocolate mug, her face burning. “I– It was nothing. Really. I was just trying to be helpful.”

Hiccup gave her a side glance, his lips tilting upward in a smirk. “That’s what Snotlout said.”

Astrid coughed, slamming her mug down. “So? H-he didn’t mean anything by it, he just…”

He chuckled, leaning towards her so their shoulders touched. “Well, still. I really appreciate it.”

Astrid nodded, fiddling with a loose string on her skirt and not looking at him. “I– yeah, of course. Anytime.” She bit her lip, staring out across the moonlit sea.

There was a long silence, and a breeze blew softly past, rustling the grass and trees. Astrid felt the stillness stretch and swallowed, wishing she could think of something to say. But her mind was blank.

Beside her, Hiccup examined a scratch on one hand, then darted a look at her. After a moment, he cleared his throat, scooting even closer so their thighs were pressed together. He turned slightly towards her, placing one hand on her knee. “Astrid?”

“Y-yes?” Astrid stammered, her cheeks ablaze. She glanced at him, tensing up slightly and feeling her heart hammer in her chest like a frightened bird.

Hiccup considered her thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled gently, reaching out and sliding his fingers under her chin to cup her face. Astrid shivered at his touch, and Hiccup stared into her eyes for a moment, sweeping his thumb lightly across the skin beneath her lower lip. Then he leaned forward, his breath ghosting her lips, his other hand resting on her knee, before he brushed her mouth softly with his own. For a moment all Astrid was aware of was him , kissing her, his lips caressing hers tenderly, his thumb rubbing against her chin, but all too soon it was over. He pulled away slowly, his eyes sparkling at her in the firelight, gazing at her like she was the only other thing on earth.

“I, um,” he whispered, so close she could feel his lips moving against hers, could see a flush staining his face as he brushed a finger over her cheek, “I owed you one.”

His hand slid off of her face, and, with a final smirk in her direction, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Astrid to sit in shock by the dying embers of the fire.

She placed her fingers on her cheek where his had just been, her brow wrinkling in confusion.

He owed her one—?

Only then did she recall the kiss she had given him when he was sick. When she believed he was asleep. When really he was still trying to fall asleep. And she had kissed him, and he had known but–

Astrid’s eyes widened in humiliation. He had known for the past three days? And said nothing? She groaned and buried her face in her hands, wanting to sink into the earth forever.

I owed you one.

His voice echoed in her head, and Astrid suddenly recalled the gentle tenderness in his eyes right after he kissed her. She gasped softly.

Maybe…just maybe....

A slow smile spread over her face.

Astrid kicked dirt over the remaining embers of the fire, called for Stormfly, and wandered slowly back home, towards sleep.

Meanwhile, Hiccup watched the stars from the upper window of his hut, his chin propped in his arms, a dreamy smile on his countenance. He touched his fingers lightly to his lips, then turned and looked at Toothless, who graaoor-ed softly and closed his eyes.

Hiccup chuckled. “Me too, bud. Me too.”

He climbed in bed, and blew out the light.

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a night for a knight

The rest of the night is normal, even with Roy there. Sam talks everyone’s ears off about what he’s listening to, Sadie spends the whole dinner looking at Daniel, who dropped by about an hour earlier, and Charlie plays the piano with one hand on top of the table. At least, it’s normal according to Maggie, who insists that Roy’s presence changes nothing. He’s never sure how much to believe her about anything.

The front door swings open in the middle of dessert – chocolate cake that Sam made by himself. He’s been really into baking for the past eight days, which Roy has to laugh at. He’s gone through similar phases before. Baking, boxing, booze for a little too long after his first dozen rejection letters. Everybody looks up as a lady, a man, and their baby enter the living room. Roy’s a little disappointed by how long it takes him to recognize them.

“Hope you don’t mind us coming right in,” Lucy Callaghan says, paying more attention to the bow on top of the baby’s head than to the scene she’s just walked into. “But we’ve always known where you hide the spare key, so we figured … might as well.”

“Fine by me,” Maggie says.

“Hey, Lucy,” Sadie says, a little louder than she probably should.

“What?”

“Look up.”

Lucy looks up from the baby’s head, and her eyes dart straight over to Roy. Suddenly, it looks like all the words she was forming have just … disappeared. Her eyes are wide, her face is pale, and she looks just like she did when she was little. Classic. Roy catches a laugh behind a forkful of cake.

“Hey, kiddo,” he says. “How’re you?”

But Lucy doesn’t say anything. She backs away from the table … and right into Will, who braces her with his left hand – the one with the wedding ring.

“Ah, Lu-cee,” Sam stresses. “You gotta be kidding. You were eleven years old!”

“And twelve,” Sadie says. “And thirteen. And fourteen.”

“OK, not fourteen,” Lucy finally snaps. “I’ll give you eleven, twelve, and thirteen, but I draw the line at fourteen. I’d gotten real by then.”

Roy catches another laugh – this time behind his napkin.

“I’m sorry,” Will says, squeezing Lucy’s shoulder, “but what is everyone talking about?”

“Will!” Sam says.

“What?”

“Everybody knows.”

“Obviously, that’s not true.”

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Sadie says, throwing her napkin down on her half-eaten slice of cake. “Will, your wife used to have a crush on my uncle. A bad one, actually. She spent the entire summer of 1978 writing terrible poetry about it.”

Roy raises his eyebrows at Lucy.

“I didn’t know you wrote poetry about me,” he says.

“It wasn’t … about you,” Lucy struggles, but everyone in the room knows she’s lying … even her baby, somehow, by the smile on her face.

“Yes, it was,” Sadie says. “She used to stay up late writing it, and the next day, she’d give it to me. I was supposed to give it to you. But as soon as I read it, I knew I never could. For her sake and yours.”

Lucy’s turning scarlet in the corner, handing the baby off to Will, who looks like he might vomit. Roy pulls out the empty chair next to him, and Lucy knows what he means. She rushes over to the seat and takes it for her own.

“In hindsight, I guess it’s a good thing she never gave you those poems,” Lucy says. “I can’t imagine they were very good.”

“They weren’t,” Sadie says. “There were metaphors in there that just … didn’t make any sense. I mean, one of them was called ‘A Night for a Knight,’ which I’m pretty sure is the first episode of Scooby-Doo.”

Lucy turns bright red again.

“I know exactly what that meant, and I won’t be disclosing it at this or any time,” she says. “Trust me, it’s for the better.”

She narrows her eyes at Sadie from across the table.

“I thought you said you were never going to tell anyone,” Lucy says.

“I wouldn’t have,” Sadie says. “I figured since you’re no longer eleven, it might be OK to joke about it.”

Lucy turns to Roy with a defeated sigh.

“You’d have given all of them terrible grades,” she says. “I compared your eyes to, specifically, melted chocolate chips in a chocolate chip cookie.”

Roy can’t help but smile. Out of all Sadie and Sam’s friends, Lucy has always been his favorite. She acted tough and cool, and she was – Roy remembers a time when the kids were seven or eight, and Lucy fell down and scraped her knee to holy hell and back again. She never cried. She didn’t even stop running around the yard with the others, even though she probably should have. Roy remembers that – remembers being glad Sadie and Sam were friends with a kid like that and not some jerk.

Plus, there’s something about Lucy that’s a lot like Sam. She gets it.

“Better a cookie than mud,” Roy says. “That’s what my dad always said about his own eyes. Anyway, did I tell you it’s good to see you?”

“I think it was implied.”

“And I see you’ve beaten me out in a couple of ways.”

Lucy furrows her brow before she turns around and notices Will and Elenore, still standing behind her.

“Oh,” she says. “I guess it has been a while since we’ve seen each other. Last time you were here, Will and I weren’t even dating. Now …”

She holds up her left hand, and the gem in her engagement ring glitters before the whole table. Roy nods at it. He’s bought a couple of those in his lifetime, and the only person here who knows a thing about it is Maggie. She’s looking at him like she wants to say something, and he says a little thankful prayer when she doesn’t.

“This is Elenore, by the way,” Will interjects, waving the baby’s hand. “She’s my daughter. And Lucy’s daughter. Our daughter. Mine. My kid, too. Say hi, Elenore.”

“Hi!” Elenore chirps.

“Hi, Elenore,” Roy says.

He looks right at Will.

“Hey, Will,” he says. “You know I’m not a threat to your marriage, right?”

“For many reasons,” Maggie interjects. “Not the least of which is that my brother seems to be allergic to relationships.”

Roy bites his tongue. There’s a lot he could say, and he could probably dress it up in metaphors and allusions and leave Maggie bleeding all over the dining room. But he won’t. He remembers when Maggie was ten, and she cried at the sight of that dead sparrow on their porch. She cried all day long and into the night.

“I know that,” Will says, but in that sweet way where he never believes anything the first time he hears it – same as he was when he was five years old. “I just can’t believe everybody else knew Lucy had a crush on you, except me.”

“Roy didn’t know,” Lucy says, and the whole table laughs, except Lucy.

“That’s a good one,” Sam says.

“Yeah,” Charlie chimes in, rather unnecessarily.

“What do you mean?” Lucy asks. “He didn’t know. Sadie never gave him the poems. I was very subtle.”

Roy drops his fork down on his plate and tries not to erupt. He turns to Lucy and touches the back of her right hand with all the tenderness he can muster. He can feel Will giving him the evil eye. It’s adorable.

“Lucy, sweetie,” he says carefully, “Look at me. Listen. You were not subtle. I don’t think you’ve ever been subtle about anything.”

Lucy’s eyes double in size. Exactly Roy’s point.

“We were all there when it happened,” Sam says, saving his uncle’s neck. “Don’t you remember? Roy was talking about Emma, when Mr. Knightley or whoever –”

“You know it’s Mr. Knightley,” Sadie says.

“– or whoever … when he says, ‘If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.’ Lucy heard him talking about that, and the whole day she just … kept … moving closer to him. And at one point, when we had the radio on, they were playing ‘Take a Chance on Me.’ And she never stopped staring.”

Lucy buries her entire face in her hands.

“I blocked all of this,” she murmurs. “I pretended like none of this ever happened. I moved on. I married Will.”

“Damn right,” Will says.

Roy turns to Lucy one more time, as nice as he can be. But she almost makes him want to cry. She’s eighteen, smarter than anybody at the table, probably including himself and Sam, and she’s already married. She’s already somebody’s mother. He wants to tell her he can’t imagine how hard it must be. All of it. He knows she would understand. She’s like him. She’s like Sam. They speak in the gaps.

“I was, and remain, flattered,” Roy says. “But I was, and wish I had remained, thirty.”

Lucy sighs. She takes Elenore back from Will and kisses the top of her head again.

“Thank you,” she says. “I just have to hope Elenore never has a crush so … embarrassingly inappropriate.”

She anchors the baby toward Roy.

“Do you want to hold her?”

Roy pauses. He can feel Maggie staring him down, almost salivating. She knows what he’s going to say. God, how long has it been since he held a baby? Was it Charlie, the six-five wonder? It can’t be. Surely, he’s met another baby since his nephew.

Right?

“Uh, not right now,” Roy says. “Maybe after dessert.”

He can feel Maggie’s absolute glee.

And he wishes it was still OK to punch your sister.

#drabble #writeblr #food #ch: roy brady #ch: lucy callaghan #ch: will o'connor #ch: sam doyle #ch: sadie doyle #ch: charlie doyle #ch: maggie doyle #series: these eyes #year: 1985

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supernatural s12e7 rock never dies (w. robert berens)

still kind of boggling that they went with rick springfield for this recurring incarnation of lucifer. funny getting closer to current times - like hey 2016/7 wasn't all that long ago. trying to shift brain to tech and references and such.

SAM So I've been trying to dig up info on the British Men of Letters, keeping an eye out for cases, and you've been goofing off with a game that went out of style five years ago?

LOL see i thought words with friends was popular then, but i never played it. guess we're just ignoring the very obvious lucifer letters in dean's letter tray thingy

DEAN You still living out an '80s buddy comedy with Crowley? CASTIEL Unfortunately.

that horrifying forced smile made me laugh so hard i choked

dear lord the cheesy 80s-esque sitcom music and the cliche montage of LA-ish things i am not optimistic about this -_- dean's ranting about LA but he had fun when they were there 10 years ago? he enjoyed being a PA, he banged the actress he liked on the way out. apparently grumpy old man now

also rolling my eyes per always about insisting dean has this really narrow taste in music with the added annoyance of him being an asshole about sam liking something else. they had the one episode (10x12) where dean admitted to liking taylor swift's shake it off after being de-aged and hearing it. i thought he had a little personal growth moment 😔

i'm glad they had sam push back on dean being an ass and in a way where it's not a fight, sammy just figures out a way to force dean to bend the knee and listen to the vince music with the unimpeachable logic that it's research. and he's so pleased with himself

DEAN Hey. You consider switching up your duds there? Bit stiff for this town. SAM He could be an agent or something. DEAN Yeah, maybe a third-tier agent. CASTIEL At least I don't look like a lumberjack.

okay that made me laugh. they're both so grumpy and cas really went in with a good snarky tone. and dean, doing the harsh but fair face

admire crowley's ability to find a way to have a good time regardless of the circumstances

s12e7 / a different world (1987-1993) kadeem hardison as dwayne wayne

my god another blast from the past, so many good actors on that show!

i'm making a slightly more distressed version of sam's face right now

well hey dean's drinking the vegetable water, maybe he'll be enjoying the vince music by the end too. you can do it, dean

CASTIEL Well, the only way you'll clear that crowd without drawing fire is if he's otherwise engaged. DEAN Engaged in what, Cass? Killing you? SAM Cass, you'll last...three minutes tops. CASTIEL Then I'll buy you three minutes. CROWLEY Make it four. What? I help.

wonder what he's up to

funny how the v-neck makes an otherwise not that far outside the realm of what dean might wear outfit very much outside the realm

LUCIFER!VINCE Because it's fun. Because I can. And because being Lucifer? So much Judeo-Christian baggage. But Vince? He's famous. Everybody loves him.

look at our sam being apparently stronger than lucifer's telekenesis on the doors which doesn't make much sense but it's a striking vaguely jesus-y visual so let's go i guess

DEAN Why are you doing this? LUCIFER!VINCE Why? SAM You and God made up. You forgave him. What would he think? LUCIFER!VINCE I'm not especially interested in his opinion. Dear old Dad, he finally apologized for abandoning me. And what's the very next thing he does? [Voice breaks] He ditches me. [Laughs] And you, too, by the way. And rides off into the sunset with Auntie Amara. He needed my help, and he'd say anything to get it. His words, your words, they mean nothing. Don't you get it? This is all meaningless. Heaven, Hell, this world. If it ever meant anything, that moment is past. Nothing down here but a bunch of hopeless distraction addicts, so filled with emptiness, so desperate to fill up the void… they don't mind being served another stale rerun of a rerun of a rerun. You know what my plan is? I don't have one. I'm just gonna keep on smashing Daddy's already broken toys and make you watch.

i am so confused. lucifer's upset over god abandoning him, and he's hurt by... sam and dean? what. have i already forgotten how they left things with him? there was never any chumminess, was there? i don't think this is the lucifer that i know

sam looks pretty with this backdrop but i started laughing when these horns came in to be some i dunno, rousing of spirits, call to arms on the lucifer hunt! "and we will stop him! we will. it's what we do, man" *sam stares off mournfully in the distance* cue the sad cellos

in the wiki

When Castiel calls Dean, his name appears on Dean's phone spelled as "Cass," thus re-igniting the age-old argument: is it Cas or Cass?.

i mean, in the script it's cass. when metatron was typing, it was cass. the captions say cass. the only people who use cas are fandom?? if we're talking english, cas would be pronounced more like kaz. anyway. i don't see how this is an argument. my personal (probably unpopular) opinion is fandom preference of not using the more feminine spelling (shortened cassandra etc)

well now that i read the linked cas or cass, looks like my points stand

(on twitter) Robbie Thompson: why is Castiel’s nickname spelled Cass not Cas? again: for science Eric Kripke: I think “Cass” just looks cooler on the page. And “Cas” might sound like “Caz.” But that’s just my opinion. Now get back to work.

thank you, eric, for the pronunciation note. somewhat vindicated 🤪

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 12x07 #spn clip #spn musical score #hiky #spnhiky #kadeem hardison #a different world #robert berens #jay gruska

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Hunter x hunter Halloween imagines

brother how about we go to that house next? !" Alluka jumped in excitement "yeah, sure" killua nodded joyful to see his little sister happy, Killua walked casully holding his custome chocolate robot candybag alluka and him crafted for fun.

, while alluka skipped holding her blue striped bag with many neon colors on it likewise stickers were a must for her, And little doodles of her and Killua companied with nanika holding hands. The drawing unsettled kids passing but they just thought it was an OC nothin more.

Both figures walked on the sidewalk until they reached the house alluka setted eyes on. Decorated with cobwebs and tarantulas along with ghost floatups . it was dead at night so the laterns in the dark grass showed the the shadows of them with the full moon,

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Killua smirked entering the dusty house that had centuries old antique objects , that'd sell for Billions in markets today. but the reason behind the smirk is an image in his head full of a room with chocolate robots stuffing his mouth full

"killua , what are we doing again?" Gon impiled, confused "Hunting for paranormal if it isn't obviously" Oh yeah, gon And killua are ghost haunting areas that city locals are afraid to go in, They prepped a nen infused Spirit / Ghost detecter . now alls left is to explore! "Hey what's that sound phinks?" Shalnark questioned in another room "I don't know, wanna find out?" Phinks snapped but not necessarily "boss. said. scavenge. room. Not. look.for.fights." feitan protests

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"AHHH!" Leorio yelped trying to gain balance "told you the old man can't be cool or do simple things .." killua lectured, gon didn't pay attention, focusing hopping the train carts and going left to avoid getting hit by one. ".. are you sure we should be trying Subway Surfers in real life?" Kurapika wondered knowing the right answer though, while staying sat on an train "watch out kurapika!" - gon

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"ah! Which one should i pick alluka?" Bisky asked her temporay assistant, "woo! That one is really pretty!" Alluka said pointing the the emerald green brooch "which one should i pick?" Alluka said wanting an answer "that one would look absolutely adorabes on you!" She said pointing to the brooch with an RoseQuartz edging and an locket? Seems that it should be a picture placed there "oh, lady bisky how about we take a picture and put it inside of here?" Alluka invited her too "of course!"

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"oh so we're shoplifting?" Shizuku said finally getting the picture "yeah!, Whoever shoplifts the most candy gets an ancient artifact we've found!" Shalnark declared war in the dimly lit building "so what happens to the candy shalnark?" Pakuounda asked "we're donating it to kids in Metor City ONLY" shalnark made it clear. an loud thud was heard as they saw uvogin stand hyped from the description of

the game. "Hell yeah! I've been waiting for some fun like this!" Only for chrollo to close his book mannerly and tell the bandits something "this sounds interesting. ill be joining" the troupe hid there shock faces seeing the head of the spider joining the fun "will you mind if i tag in?" Kalluto dibbed in, with a smirk hidding behind his fan . "hmm~" everybody's eyes shot a glare soon as hisoka dared to say. "Well the encore has been delayed already, ill join♣️"

Your still here? THANK YOUUU !!

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dimorphodon-defect · 1 year

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She didn’t have much to her designation to move, when the time came.

Her small handful of Polaroids from Carly, Nau’s gifted drawing of Offshore, and all of her felted figures had fit inside the wooden Fenn Farms crate that Red Alert side-eyed when she walked by with it, and her flashcards had been easy enough to balance on top of that. It was a meager collection of possessions that left Dragonsbane feeling just a touch more self-conscious than usual as she walked down the hallway with Wheeljack, her entire post-Deception life held carefully in her servos.

“…and the lab is right down the hallway,” The engineer was saying. Dragonsbane’s optics flashed in a blink as she pulled herself out of her thoughts. “Now, I know the Dinobots have got a bit of a, uh…reputation…but they’re all real swell mechs, once you get to know them.” He promised. “They’ve already cleared out a space for you in the cave - one that’s a lot bigger than the storage closet you had before. There’s nothing to be worried about!”

“Are you worried?” Dragonsbane asked. Wheeljack hesitated, his head panels flashing soundlessly or a moment or two as he searched for the right words.

“No.” Wheeljack said at length. “The Dinobots can be…a lot, but they’re not a bad lot. They’re just misunderstood.” Hound came jogging down the hall on his way to the main entrance, and Dragonsbane tucked her wings in a little tighter to let him pass. “Besides, Prime made a good argument when he spoke to me.

“Bots who were built to work on a team do a whole lot better if they’re kept with a team, and you’ve really only been in the lab or your quarters since you got here.” He looked at Dragonsbane. “That kind of isolation isn’t good for your processor.” The femme’s wings sagged at the observation, though her expression remained stubbornly neutral. “And the Dinobots are historically picky about the mechs they interact with, so the fact that they’re the ones who asked for you to move in speaks volumes already about what they think of you.”

“What, did I make a good impression?” Dragonsbane scoffed. “I picked a fight with one of them!” Completely unintentionally, mind you. How was she supposed to know that Slag had been passing by her door when she’d thrown her empty wool crate over her shoulder in exasperation?

“That’ll do it.” Wheeljack nodded, and finally stopped in front of a giant set of sliding doors that had once led to some sort of hanger, before the Ark had crashed. Here, the mech turned to Dragonsbane, and put a servo on her shoulder. “Remember, I’m just around the corner if you need anything. You just let me know.” He told her.

“I will.” Dragonsbane nodded, quietly wondering how soon she’d need to take him up on his offer. Wheeljack gave her shoulder one last reassuring pat before reaching over and tapping at the keypad installed beside the hanger doors. The heavy doors unlocked with a muffled ‘clunk’, and slowly began to hiss open.

“They here!” A towering figure dropped down from somewhere above to land with a thunderous crash in front of the doors before they had even opened halfway, and Dragonsbane barely resisted the urge to jump back. As it was, her wings snapped open defensively, and just barely avoided smacking Wheeljack.

“Hey there, Swoop!” The engineer greeted the excitable Dinobot while Dragonsbane stared up the mech twice her size with wide optics. Was she just destined to be the smallest one in every group?! “Is everybody ready?”

“Yes!” The Pteronadon practically pirouetted aside as Wheeljack crossed the threshold. Dragonsbane hesitantly folded her wings and followed after him. “Him, Snarl and him, Grimlock still have rocks to move, but they almost done.” He looked down at the crate in Dragonsbane’s hands. “That all you got?”

“It’s all I have.” Dragonsbane flared her wings back out in a move she didn’t really think about. Swoop just stared at her, smile unchanging.

“You, Dragon, will have to start collecting something.” He laughed. “That not going to fill up the shelves!”

“Why don’t I give you guys a little time to get to know each other?” Wheeljack suggested. Dragonsbane shot him a panicked look. “I’ll stop by with Optimus Prime in an hour or two, and we’ll go over the last few details of the move.” He looked at Dragonsbane, and lowered his voice reassuringly. “I’ll keep my comm open the whole time, okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, sure…” Dragonsbane watched Wheeljack step back out of the room with a growing sense of dread, and tensed when Swoop’s shadow fell over her.

“Come with me.” The mech held out one hand and started herding her deeper into the room. “The others are excited to meet you!”

“Ooooh, I don’t think ‘excited’ is the right word.” Dragonsbane shifted her grip on her belongings, careful not to snap the planks of the crate.

Here went nothing.

Further into the room (really, it was more like a warehouse, at this size), the other four Dinobots were gathered near a pile of rocky debris. Dragonsbane became acutely aware that she barely reached the hips of the shortest of them as Swoop ushered her closer, and pulled her wings tightly to her back as four sets of sharp optics zeroed in on her. There was a tense silence, for a few moments, and then it was broken by Grimlock snorting out a laugh.

“This the one who kicked your aft?” He elbowed Slag, ignoring the glare he got in return. Slag slapped the offending limb away viciously, and Dragonsbane flinched.

“I mean, technically, I’m the one who got my aft kicked.” She argued, audial fins flattening under the scrutiny. “I, uh. I very much lost that fight.”

“That what us Dinobots like.” Grimlock nodded, as if he’d just dispensed some sage advice. “You pick fight and lose, but still survive. That means you tough.”

“Her talk smart.” Sludge grumbled. Dragonsbane wasn’t sure if that was a compliment.

“Here, let me, Swoop, take things!” The femme reacted too late to save her belongings as they were snatched out of her servos, and tried to follow as Swoop walked off into the freshly-excavated room to drop them on the berth that had been dragged into the space. The ground shook as the Dinobots followed them like a herd of sheep.

“Me, Snarl, told you room too big.” Snarl scoffed as Dragonsbane climbed up onto the berth to check on the crate. Good. The flashcards hadn’t cracked.

“See? She too tiny for it.”

“It better than closet she in before.” Slag retorted. “She like Swoop - she need space for wings.”

“Me, Grimlock, not un-digging room.” Grimlock stated firmly. “Room stay big, so I say!” Slag and Snarl immediately began to argue louder, and Swoop made a show of rolling his optics. What a first impression this was making on their new member.

Dragonsbane put back the few flashcards that had fallen out of the open box, and sat back on her heels. This felt…familiar…and not in a bad way, either.

…what was that Wheeljack had said about bots built to work as a team?

———

Two hours later, Wheeljack stood in front of the Dinobot’s hangar entrance once more, with Optimus Prime at his side. There was a concerning amount of noise coming from the other side, but he couldn’t hear any cries of distress, at least. The engineer typed in the entrance code on the keypad, and managed to wait patiently until it had opened enough for his frame to fit through.

He still crossed the threshold before the doors were fully open.

“I’m back! How is every one getting-….along.” Wheeljack stopped after only a few steps, fins flashing in silence as he lost the rest of his sentence. Optimus Prime followed him inside, and placed a hand on Wheeljack’s shoulder struts. “I believe we can safely assume that their introduction went smoothly.” The Prime said with just the barest hint of a chuckle in his voice. Wheeljack made a noise that wasn’t quite affirmation. He should probably have prepared himself for something like this.

“Do it again! I almost had it!” Dragonsbane insisted. Sludge adjusted his servo position quickly before crouching down and throwing the femme upwards with a good amount of strength. Dragonsbane stretched out at the peak of the toss, and latched her own servos around the handle of a sword that had been stuck up in the ceiling for the past four months. “I got it!”

The gathered Dinobots let out a collective roar of success, and Dragonsbane hauled herself up on the trapped sword and let herself drop - once, twice! When the blade came free with a shnk and a small shower of rocky debris, the Dinobots scattered back, and the femme managed to land on her peds right in the middle of them. She straightened up, covered in rock dust, and leaned the sword as big as she was over her shoulder strut.

“Now, uh…whose was this again?” Dragonsbane was the first to notice their two mech audience, and quickly un-shouldered the blade. “Oh, Wheeljack! Optimus Prime, sir!”

“Dragonsbane,” Optimus Prime greeted back. “I’m glad to see you’re all getting along.”

“Of course we get along.” Grimlock scoffed as he leaned down to grab the sword. “She Dinobot. Us Dinobots get along. Uh…usually.” He shrugged. If he noticed the way Dragonsbane looked up at him, optics wide in something between surprise and awe, he ignored it.

“Of course, how silly of me.” Optimus Prime chose not to argue. They seemed to have achieved the preferred outcome - arguing would do nothing but set them back. “Now, there’s just a few quick things we need to finalize…”

#mun's writing #Dragonsbane #Dinobots #((I have FINALLY finished the comfort character found family drabble that I've had in my drafts for MONTHS!!!))#((Dinobots might be OOC but meh I'll figure them out with time))#((I need to shake off my writing rust))

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this one’s for you big blue!

BC!JK

dear diary,

i’m a simple girl or at least i think i am.

i like drawing, eating, sleeping, and all of that boring stuff.

somehow i’ve been surviving school but it wasn’t easy, trust me. i’ve managed to make two friends (finally) 😮‍💨 but it required me to come out of my bubble anddd that’s okay because they’re really cool.

friend #1 is choi danielle! she’s our new transfer student that used to go to school in australia but her mother got a job in korea and guess what? I’M HER FIRST FRIEND 😁👭

hmm…what else???

OH! my crush 💗 eunwoo 💗 looked at me today!!!! he. looked. at. ME. aaaahhh, i can finally die happily knowing my crush acknowledged me today even though it was because i was yet again bullied by the bully club. the worst people in the whole world 👿 and guess what, diary? they’re ALL BOYS!!! they pick on everybody and make everyone’s life a living hell.

the oldest is kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok and kim namjoon. they’re all very good looking but don’t let their good looks fool you THEY’RE EVIL I TELL YOU EEVILLLLL!!!! next are the brats of the group: park jimin and kim taehyung 😒

jimin is the captain of the dance team at our school and i won’t lie, he’s an amazing dancer but he’s still EVIL. taehyung is evil too, he may be the president of our fashion and design club but…you get it.

last but not least, the leader, the THORN IN MY SIDE, jeon

before you could finish writing in your journal, here comes the handsome devil himself, jeon jungkook AKA the golden maknae and leader of the bully club.

even though the club picks on numerous amounts of people in the school, somehow the group always likes to pick on you. they threaten you with false information if you don’t do their homework, they push you around, make you run errands for them, and diminish your self esteem.

the bully club HATES you. every fiber of your being, i mean, it’s what their leader tells them. you’re a nerd, a loser who doesn’t deserve the kindest treatment but despite the brewing HATE the club has for you, there’s a certain person that admires you.

he won’t say it to your face because he has to look cool! he has a reputation to uphold here and while his friends fuck around with the prettiest girls in school here he is crushing on the nerd he hates. the nerd he made his friends hate, that “person” is none other than jeon jungkook.

yeah that’s right, THE LEADER LIKES YOU yet he bullies you and in that same sentence, he can’t stand anyone bullying you, looking at you, flirting with you, or even touching you unless it’s him.

sooner or later you’ll realize you love him too, i mean what’s a man to do? he has a reputation to uphold and he’d rather eat his cake with his ice cream too. he’ll figure out how to come to you with his feelings but until then…

“HEY GIVE THAT BACK!!!”

“aww is the little nerd writing in her diary?”

“hmm let’s see, oh look at what she said about us taehyung! she said we’re “eeevil” hahahaha”

“QUIT IT!!? GIVE IT BACK YOU ASSHOLE!!!”

the septet toss your diary around until it lands in jungkook’s hands and when he reads it he feels his heart sink when he sees eunwoo’s name surrounded by hearts.

you have a crush on someone and it’s not him…

“Oh look guys the little whores got a crush on someone.” Jungkook says, laughing but inside his heart is burning, he wants to clench his jaw just wants to scream at you, but right now he can’t.

But it’s hard for him to pretend that he is fine right now because he really isn’t. You got a crush on that pretty boy that’s not even in your class? “Eunwoo is his name~~” jungkooks grip on the book tightens as he says the name out loud. Taehyung raises his eyebrow and SeokJin just shrugs.

“Oh fuck so we’re evil, huh?” Jimin chuckles. “Oh poor baby.” Namjoons mocking you and hoseok laughs at your helpless expression, Yoongi isn’t really interested right now.

Jungkooks jealous. “Oh yknow that pretty boy?” Jungkook suddenly speaks, “isn’t he your senior, you little whore?” Jungkook grits his teeth, and the guys decide to leave the both of you alone.

“So… he’s got your little heart in his hands? Aw poor you.” Jungkook starts laughing. “he’s way out of your league. And he’s probably dating some girl.” He stalks closer to you as he’s taking something out of his pocket.

His eyes are set on you like a predator and you begin to sweat, he’s enjoying the fear in your eyes, and especially the flash of hurt that’s visible in your eyes. “YOURE ugly.” He spits.

All because of you, he feels sick to his stomach right now.

“I’m the thorn by your side?! Fuck you.” he grits. His teeth is finally letting his anger get the best of him as he takes out his lighter. He smirks as he lights it up and brings it to your diary, “I’m gonna burn this shitty little book of yours.” He says before setting fire to the page.

And he is laughing at he sees the name of your crush burning to nothing but trash, and you finally let your tears fall.

It satisfies him, but he feels his heartbreak at the same time.

#ask: bc!jk

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spideyjimin · 2 years

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valentine’s date | jjk

⏤ pairing: reporter!jungkook x female reader

⏤ genre: fake dating au, coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: alcohol consumption, a lot of making out, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, oral sex (m receiving), swearing, some teasing, pet names, praising, a bit of jealousy, hickeys, penetrative sex, protected sex, and unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, and multiple orgasms

⏤ words: 12,949

⏤ summary: Every year, on the 13th of February, your family gathers together to celebrate love, it’s your own kind of Valentine’s Day before the actual day. This year is going to be different because, for the first time in years, you’re single but your parents pressured you to find someone otherwise they’ll bring someone for you. Although you love your parents, and you know this comes as a caring act, you don’t trust their tastes. So, you propose to your coworker, Jungkook, to come with you to save you from embarrassment. But nothing goes as planned since both of you have feelings for the other.

⏤ author’s note: well, you can finally found the new version of this fic! honestly, there aren’t big changes, i mostly just rewrote the entire thing and added a bit of things here and there but the fic is still the same! i hope you’ll still like this version of the fic, please let me know what you think of it! thanks for all your love & support! ❤️

AO3 | MASTERLIST

As every day you enter the building of the biggest broadcasting company in the country, Jung Broadcasting Corporation, known as JBC. This is where you have been working for the past five years, and you absolutely love what you do. But today is not a normal day for several reasons. Reasons that you just don’t want to think about right now.

Quickly you run to the elevator whose doors are about to close. Since you’re in a rush, you don’t pay too much attention to the people inside, only noticing how full it is. The only thing you want is to quickly go to your desk and disappear for the entire day like every day. You just want this day to be a normal one although you feel it’s never going to be a normal day at all.

Readjusting your glasses, you jump when a very familiar voice in the back of the elevator says your name.

“Hey, Yn.”

Your heart starts pounding hard in your chest while a big bright smile appears on your face. This deep but cute voice is a voice you could recognize everywhere, even in a very crowded room just like right now. This voice comes from the one and only, Jeon Jungkook. Yes, you read it well, Jeon Jungkook.

Not only is he the most famous sports reporter in the country but he’s also the hottest man of the year. Just a quick look at this elevator is proof of it. All the women inside it are completely mesmerized by him, and all the men are just jealous that he’s inside this small metallic cabin.

But as he raises his voice to speak to you, everybody raises an eyebrow, wondering who he’s even talking to. As cliché as it might sound, you literally look like a nerdy girl coming straight out of a crappy romantic movie. You’re very insecure about yourself, you barely put any makeup on, you wear glasses and you work in the IT department of this huge company. Most people here don’t know who you are because you’re invisible.

Never in five years have you done anything to draw any attention to you. The less people know about who you truly are, the better it is. You’ve grown up in a world where your last name could open all the doors you want, and it definitely helped to be where you are today. But you don’t want everyone here to know who you are because you know that they’ll speak to you by interest.

But sometimes, some people notice when you speak to Jungkook. Every single employee of this company knows who he is, and when he’s with a girl, everybody sees it. But somehow, they all just figure out that you two are just friends. You always thought that maybe it’s because a man like him is supposed to date some kind of model and not a girl like you.

As you turn your head, your smile grows when you see his handsome face. God, you hate him for being so perfect. How can even a man be this perfect? You only see his face at the end of the elevator, and you’re thankful you don’t have a full view of his body, knowing just perfectly how it would drive you completely crazy. His face is enough although you know he’s going to haunt your entire day.

“Good morning, Jeon.” You answer before looking away.

You look away to avoid letting everyone know in this room the huge crush you have on this man. You don’t want him or anyone to know about it because you prefer to live in your own bubble, imagining that maybe a tiny little part of him is interested in you. Although you’re convinced that he doesn’t give two shits about you in a romantic way.

The doors of the elevators open on the fifth floor where you work, making you walk as fast as possible. If you disappear under your workload, nobody will notice you which is exactly what you want. Jungkook watches you walk away with a bright smile on his face. Nothing bad can happen now that he saw you.

“Today, Jin is coming.” Your coworker, Ha-neul says with excitement.

This is what you’re avoiding today, and one of the reasons why today is going to be different. Jin is non-other than your brother but also a very famous actor that is coming today to your workplace to sign a contract with JBC for a new drama.

From what he told you, he’s going to play the main character in a historical drama. Of course, he didn’t give you more details because he just can’t but the fact that it’s a historical drama makes you want to know more about it.

“I know.” You reply, sitting down on your chair while your computer starts.

Being his sister is one of the things you hide from everyone. Why? Because everyone would suddenly notice you and would want to speak with you just to get somehow closer to him. You don’t want that. You want people to look at you because they’re interested in you.

“That man is just so handsome!” She says, imagining his sweet face.

He’s your brother so you just don’t find him attractive at all. Annoying, for sure but not handsome.

“We most probably won’t see him.” You add.

You’re sure of that, you’re working in the IT department, a place where an actor would never come. Jin promised you yesterday that he wasn’t going to visit you because he just knows how uncomfortable it would make you feel. Your big brother grew up, watching you blossom in a totally different way than everyone in your family. You’re shy, extremely shy and he respects that although he really wants to show the world how smart you are.

“I know, I was just hoping that in a way, we’d see him.”

As you look up at one of the screens that broadcast the show of Jungkook, you feel completely hypnotized by him. A year ago, you would have never imagined that you’d be single by now and have a huge crush on Jungkook, the coworker that you always saw as a simple friend.

But today everything has changed. Taehwan broke up with you almost a year ago, just a week after Valentine’s Day. That was devastating but you had to turn the page. You simply couldn’t live a life crying over a man that just didn’t care about you anymore. The three years spent with him were amazing but you needed to move on from it. It was easier said than done but eventually, the heartbreak faded away.

Today, just a couple of days prior to Valentine's Day, you’re completely single, something that your parents don’t really seem to accept. They loved Taehwan but your mother insulted him of all the possible names when he broke up with you. All they want now is your happiness and they have seen how miserable you have felt for the past year. So, to help you to find your happiness again, they pressured you to find someone for the annual 13th of February family gathering otherwise they’ll find someone for you.

You desperately need to find someone because you don’t really trust your parents’ tastes. They’ll probably invite the son of their neighbor, Taehyung but you don’t want to be with someone whose name sounds just like your ex’s name. You’re sure that he’s a good boy but you’ll just think about his name.

You growl with frustration before focusing on your work.

Although you consider that Jungkook doesn’t like you, the truth is that he has a massive crush on you. The man only thinks about you all day long.

Unlike what everyone thinks, Jungkook is not interested in models and other kinds of superficial women. That definitely is not his type. He values more than just the appearance of someone because a woman can be interesting in so many ways. And with you, he talks a lot, making him learn tons of things about you in the past five years.

What he loves is to join you at lunch breaks to hear you talk about what you did the previous day or what you thought about the show he presented the day before. It’s always feedback that he appreciates and that he takes into consideration for the next shows. Sometimes, he feels that he owes a huge part of his success to you because without your honest feedbacks, he wouldn’t have evolved this much.

“This is Yn, how can I help you?”

Jungkook smiles as he hears your voice, he has been waiting for this moment since the second he saw you entering the elevator in a rush this morning, finding you extremely cute as you were walking fast.

Five years ago, when you were both starting in the company, every time he’d call the IT department, it was always you that would answer him and help him with his IT issues. But now that you’ve both grown inside this huge company, he knows your number by heart and calls it every time he faces an issue, or at least a ‘supposed’ one.

“Hi, Yn.” He replies. “It’s Jungkook.”

He didn’t need to introduce himself, you already knew it was him. Just like him, you now know his number by heart. Every time it appears on your desk phone’s screen, you smile like an idiot because it truly makes you happy that he chooses you over all the people in the IT department.

The sports reporter knows how lucky he is that he can deal with you when he has an issue. The structure of the company allows him to contact you because you were assigned with the VIP Team, a team that Jungkook is part of since he’s very important in the company. Only a few people of the IT department are assigned to the VIP Team, something that you’re really proud of because you managed by yourself to be assigned to those persons.

It’s not easy every day because some of those important people are always mean but Jungkook is far from being like that. Seeing his number always warms your little heart because you know that with him, you’ll laugh.

“I know it’s you, Jeon.” You reply.

The simple fact that you admit knowing his number makes his heart swell with happiness.

“Tell me what’s your issue today.”

He takes his time to explain what’s the matter today with his computer, a problem that you easily solve. You always solve his problem quite quickly but you both start talking about some other random things.

“Every girl in the office is fangirling over Jin today, completely ignoring me.” You giggle when he mentions the fact that nobody is paying attention to him today.

“It’s temporary, Jin is just here for today.” You reply. “Tomorrow, everything will be back to normal.”

You desperately want things to go back to normal, you’re just tired of hearing your coworkers talking about your brother. To you, he’s just a regular guy but it seems that everyone in this office finds him extremely handsome, but you’re the first one to admit how talented he is as an actor. You’ve been his first fan and supporter since he has dreamed of becoming an actor.

“I hope so!” He says with a big smile on his face. “I don’t like sharing my fans with someone else.”

You know he’s joking, he doesn’t like to brag about his “hottest man of the year” award because it makes him uncomfortable. It doesn’t seem like it but Jungkook can be very shy, extremely shy even though you’re convinced that he’s not shy at all. The man seems to breathe confidence all the time.

“You should let him know that.” You tease him a little.

“He’ll just tell me to go fuck myself.” He giggles while he quickly looks around, noticing that it’s almost time for him to present his daily sports show but he doesn’t want to leave you.

You desperately want to defend your brother but Jungkook doesn’t know, so you just don’t do it. Maybe one day, you’ll find the courage to tell him the truth and to let him know who you truly are. But it’s probably not going to be anytime soon.

“Maybe not.” You reply. “Maybe he’s a nice person, and he’ll just accept the fact that you don’t want to share your fans.”

Jungkook can’t help but smile even more. He loves that side of you, the side that just sees the good in everyone and everything. That side of you has given him so much hope, making him see also the positive side of life when it gets too hard.

“I have to go, Yn but thanks for your help and time.”

“Don’t worry, Jeon. It’s my job.” You say. “Good luck with your show.”

With your good wishes, he knows everything is going to be fine.

When you leave your desk and walk to the elevator to go to the restaurant of the building for your lunch break, you find Jungkook waiting for you in front of the elevator. That’s where you both meet before going to the restaurant together. Once there, you usually join Jimin and Yoongi, two other colleagues with whom you get along very well.

You don’t have many friends due to the fact that you’re extremely shy but the few friends you have are literally the best persons on earth. Nothing would ever make sense in your life without them. You simply can’t imagine having your lunch break without those three crackheads.

“I’ve been waiting here for an eternity.” He says with a grin on his face. “I had the time to die and come back to life.”

You laugh, shaking your head. That man is always exaggerating as if he doesn’t know any limits.

“So now JBC's hottest sports reporter is some kind of phoenix?” You say, raising an eyebrow before bowing to him.

“You’re so slow, Yn.” He bows back to you before pressing the button to call the elevator. “Next time, I’ll let you go by yourself to the restaurant.”

You roll your eyes, knowing perfectly that he’ll come every day. He keeps repeating that every time you take a bit more time than usual but he always waits for you, a fact that warms your fragile little heart. You deeply cherish everything he does for you.

“Next time, I’ll make sure to take even more time.” You say, making him chuckle at your words. What he likes about you is that you’re not scared to tease him back. He doesn’t do it with a lot of people because he’s not sure how they’ll react but with you, he knows that you won’t hold back.

The elevator arrives, the both of you entering the small cabin. This time around it’s empty, there’s just you and Jungkook inside of it. Weirdly enough, you don’t feel awkward or embarrassed to be just with him. Your phone rings, letting you know that you’ve received a message. You take it from your bag before taking a quick look at it.

Jungkook glances down at you, smiling as he notices your reaction. You scrunch your nose as you sigh before quickly playing with the end of your hair. Without an ounce of hesitation, he’d say that you’re most probably exasperated with what you just saw. You always do it when something bothers you.

In fact, you’ve received several messages from your mother. She sent you pictures of the famous Taehyung, most probably pictures that she asked her friend because she wants to show you how handsome the man is. The pictures are followed by a little description of what he does in life, it seems that he’s working as a saxophonist in the orchestra of Seoul. That’s very prestigious, not everyone can enter that orchestra, only the best of the best can make it.

For a mere moment, you take the time to look at the pictures. For sure the little glasses give him a certain charm but he looks too serious. He isn’t ugly at all but you’re stuck with the Tae, reminding you once again of your ex. It’s not his fault at all but everything would have been better if his name didn’t start with Tae.

Plus, you have a man that is a million times hotter than him just next to you. At least that’s your opinion. But it just makes you laugh how your mother is trying hard to put you with her neighbor’s son. You know it comes with a very good intention, she just wants you to be happy. Although, you’re not sure that this Taehyung can make you happy.

“My mother is terrible.” You roll your eyes for the millionth time today.

“I guess that’s how mothers are.” Jungkook replies. You gaze up at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you take in how beautiful he is.

“My mother is extra terrible.” You add before taking a deep breath to explain to him what is going on. “Every year, my parents organize a Valentine’s Day with all the family on the 13th and basically, we have to bring someone with us. For the past couple of years, I was with Taehwan so he was coming with me but this year, I don’t have anyone.”

You look away, not wanting to stare into his eyes as you admit that you’re completely alone. But as you look in front of you, you just realize that maybe Jungkook can be the one to save you from the embarrassment of having to spend the whole day with Taehyung. Things are for sure going to be awkward with him because you both don’t know each other, and you’ll have to discover him through a very embarrassing dinner with your family.

“So, if I don’t find anyone, they’ll invite their friends’ son.” You look at the pictures on your phone before shoving them on his face. “That’s him.”

Jungkook is surprised but glad that you showed it to him. His hands rest over yours while he looks at the man in the pictures. He’d be lying if he said that Taehyung is ugly, making him feel kind of jealous. What if you end up liking him?

The elevator’s doors open, announcing that it’s your way out. You walk with Jungkook, your fingers playing together as you wonder how you can even ask him anything.

“I don’t want my parents to bring someone that I don’t know and that would make me feel deeply uncomfortable.” You start saying, halting in an empty hallway. Jungkook looks down at you, understanding that this has taken a serious and deep turn. “Would you accept to go with me?” You don’t even let him say anything that you’re already explaining why. “We are friends and I trust you a lot,” you’d entrust your life to him without any hesitation, “plus, my parents will leave me alone if I bring someone…”

Jungkook smiles while shaking his head. Even if you hadn’t asked him, he would have probably ended up proposing to save you from your crazy parents. His chest swells with happiness because he feels like a superhero.

“You don’t have to give me any explanations, Yn.” His hand goes to your shoulder before moving down to your arm, caressing it in a comforting way. “I’d love to go with you.”

A smile appears on your face as you hear his answer before hugging him. He’s definitely going to save you from a very awkward first date with Taehyung, and he’s going to spare that poor guy an embarrassing night. But now, it’s Jungkook who will probably spend an inconvenient moment with your family.

Jungkook’s heart warms as he feels your arms wrap around him. Being this close to you is something that doesn’t happen very often but he’s extremely happy when it does, it just gives him hope that maybe you feel the same way about him.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you take a step back with a smile still on your face.

You swear that you’ve never seen a man as handsome as him. His black hair is perfectly pushed back but there are some strands falling on his face, making him look like an ethereal prince. But never before have you met someone with such a big heart. There’s no doubt that anybody else would have never accepted straight away.

His right hand gives your arm a little squeeze before he quickly glances away. There is a little spark in your eyes that is making him extremely weak, he just can’t look at you right now otherwise he’ll just surrender and kiss you when he simply doesn’t know if his feelings are reciprocated.

“We should get going before Jimin starts whining,” he says as he starts walking in the restaurant’s direction.

Jimin always complains when you and Jungkook take too much time to arrive, he simply hates to wait before eating since he’s always super hungry. That man absolutely loves the food of the restaurant, he just doesn’t want all of it to disappear, and you certainly aren’t the person who is going to blame him. The dishes prepared by this restaurant are just extremely exquisite.

Jungkook is walking in front of you, leading the way to the restaurant. As you walk behind him, you notice how everyone turns their head on him but nobody seems to notice you at all. It’s like you’re completely invisible.

This reminds you a lot of the relation you have with your brother. Jin has always been the one to easily grab people's attention while you always have been walking on his shadow, hidden from everyone. But it has always been your favourite spot because you hate people’s eyes on you. As your eyes look around you, you realize that you have fallen for a man that is simply like your brother. A man with a big heart and with a massive charisma.

Today is finally the 13th of February.

Jungkook should be coming at any minute to drive you both to your parents’ house. For the past three days, you’ve been trying to tell him who your father and brother are. But it has been very difficult, you never knew how to explain that he’ll be sitting in front of the man that stole his fans when he came to the JBC building.

You take one last look at your figure, checking the blue dress you put on. This dress is the one you bought last year in hopes to wear it this year and impress Taehwan but unfortunately, you won’t impress him this year. For the past three days, you were overthinking if you should still wear the dress, only to make you realize that this day is about celebrating yourself first. So, you decided to wear it no matter what. But you’re secretly hoping that Jungkook will love it.

For the makeup, you decided to go with something very simple, just some foundation and mascara. That’s already a lot for you, you always preferred to not wear any makeup but for special occasions, you love to get pretty. Since your eyes can’t bear contact lenses, you have to put on your glasses otherwise you don’t see a damn thing.

When you announced two days ago to your mother that you were coming with someone, she was a bit disappointed because she really wanted to introduce Taehyung to you. She’s truly convinced that he’s the perfect man for you. So, in the middle of a panic situation, you just told her that you’ve been dating Jungkook for a little while but since it was still the beginning of your relationship, you hid it.

The moment you hang up, you hated yourself for not being able to say the truth to your mother but weirdly enough, Jungkook just agreed to pretend to be with you as if it was totally normal. What you ignored was that he was more than happy to pretend to be your boyfriend and to have an excuse to touch you just the way he has been craving for a couple of months.

Somebody knocks at your door, you’d say that it’s Jungkook since it is already 7 pm. The dinner is supposed to start around 8 pm but your parents asked you to be there around 7.30 pm. Your mother desperately wants to start dinner at 8, so everyone has to arrive at least thirty minutes before.

As you open the door of your apartment, you’re graced with a Jungkook wearing a long black coat that prevents you from seeing what he’s wearing under it although you can see the end of his black skinny jeans with the black classic boots. He’s all handsome. You feel blessed to see him like this but you definitely can’t wait to see his outfit under his long coat.

Jungkook is completely blown away by your beauty. That cute blue dress embraces your body perfectly, revealing your insanely perfect curves to him. Just with this view, he knows it’s going to be hard for him to hide how attracted he is to you.

“Hey, Jeon.” You say with a bright smile on your face.

His eyes ride up to meet yours. “Hey, Yn.” He says swallowing hard. “You look really pretty.”

Jungkook can count the moments a woman left him speechless, but this right here surpasses everything. He just doesn’t know what to say or what to even think other than you’re fucking sexy and hot. He feels more than lucky to be able to spend the night with you in this blue sexy dress.

“I just need to put on my coat, and take my purse.” You inform him before letting him come inside your apartment.

The man from Busan is surprised to see how huge your apartment is, he was expecting something much smaller since you’re not a woman of excess. But he ignores that your mother bought this apartment for you when you decided to leave your parents’ house because she wanted you to still have a very comfortable place to live.

It is too huge for you but this makes you think of your mother. This apartment is just a proof of all the love she has for you. A caring love that helps you to sleep at night when you miss her dearly, and coming here after work every day, just feels like being into your mother’s comforting arms.

Nevertheless, your apartment is decorated just the way he envisioned it. It’s mostly white with just the necessary things to live. Everything is perfectly organized, nothing is out of its place. This apartment is just a material image of who you are, Jungkook sees it which makes him smile.

Barely a minute later, you appear with your coat, shoes on, and bag in your hand, ready to leave your place to join your family. Your heart is hammering harshly in your chest as you realize that you’re going to pretend to be dating your crush. This is going to be a very intense night, you know it.

“Let’s go!” You tell him with still a smile on your face.

He nods before you both leave your place and walk to his car parked not too far from the building where you live. Unconsciously his right-hand goes to your lower back while you both walk, holding you close and warm against his body.

“So, just to be sure we have the same version.” Jungkook starts saying, glancing straight in front of him. “We’re working in the same company, JBC, we’ve been friends since we both started there and two months ago, we realized we had feelings for each other and started dating.”

That’s a very simplified version of what you both decided to tell your family. Basically, everything is based on your real relationship, everything will be easier if you keep some truth, but a small part will change. Two months ago, Jungkook wanted to thank you properly for all the help you’ve given him for the past five years and he invited you to go out. That night, you both realized that there was more than friendship between the two of you which led to you trying to date. Apparently, it seems to be working since you’re still together.

“Yes, that’s it.”

Even though it’s a lie, Jungkook knows that he won’t have any problem pretending that he loves you. The feelings are already there, he just needs to finally let them out which makes him kind of nervous because he’s scared that you’ll realize that he truly loves you more than a friend. He’s convinced that it’s not a mutual feeling, that you just don’t like him the way he does. It’d be hard for him.

“Let’s just hope my parents don’t start asking too many questions.” You say.

You know you’re a terrible liar, you won’t be able to invent something more than what you have already elaborated with him. You know that if your parents start asking too many questions, your true feelings for Jungkook will just bloom out, something you don’t want your friend to discover.

He stops walking in front of his Mercedes GLC. It’s not the first time you see his car but damn, every time you’re impressed by it. You’ve seen much more expensive cars but this car is a hell of a pretty car. Jungkook loves to watch that wonder in your eyes, it just makes him realize how precious life can be.

“Always so in love with my car.” He says.

“How can I not love this car?” You reply. “Have you just seen it?” Your eyes look up, locking with his.

“I see it every day, Yn.” He winks at you before opening the passenger door for you, letting you get inside. Your eyes can’t stop looking at it with marvel, it’s like you’re a kid receiving a Christmas gift two months later. The car is even prettier inside.

This is your first time inside his car, and his strong scent completely fills it. It almost feels like you’re hugging Jungkook, his scent being the only thing your nose seems to smell. But it also feels like you’ve invaded his personal space, like you’ve stepped into Jungkook’s personal life, and you’re for sure not going to complain about it.

Seconds later, he enters the car and starts driving to your parents’ place. As you give him the address, he instantly knows that it’s where the wealthiest people of Korea live. It makes him a bit more nervous because it means that your parents are not just some random Koreans.

During the drive, you both sing along to all the songs, making you giggle when one of you starts singing off key. Jungkook purposely keeps singing off key just to hear you giggle, nothing makes him feel happier than your giggles filling his ears.

After the ten minutes ride, you arrive in front of your parents’ house, and Jungkook is completely impressed by the huge house. Now, he’s a hundred percent sure that you’re the daughter of someone very important but he doesn’t get why you have never told him anything. He knows you’re very secretive about your private life but you can trust him.

“I just sent a message to my brother to open the portal.” You inform him.

Jungkook only nods, still very confused about the situation. He’s a bit nervous because he knows he’ll be dining with important people, he just doesn't know who yet. He tries to stay calm, driving the car inside when the portal opens. While you get closer to the house, he feels like it’s even bigger. This is massive.

When he comes closer to the property, your parents appear on the porch. Your mother is smiling widely, more than happy to finally see her daughter again while your father stays there only looking at the car coming closer. Jungkook’s heart almost drops when he sees your father.

“Your father is Kim Seokwoo?” He stops the car, his eyes looking at you.

You bite your lower lip, your eyes avoiding him at all costs. “I’ve been trying to tell you that for the past days but I was just scared of your reaction.”

Jungkook’s hand rests on yours, trying to reassure you in any way. “You don’t have to be scared with me.” Your eyes finally meet his, only seeing some form of love. “And I admire your father and brother.”

Your father, Kim Seokwoo is the biggest producer in the country, winning tons of awards for all the dramas and movies he produced. All actors dream to work with him because once they work for him, they become a huge name in the industry. Your brother, Seokjin, who goes by simply Jin, has never worked for him because he doesn’t want his career and success to be associated with his father. He has been working hard to make a name for himself, he just doesn’t want people to think that he owes everything to his father. That’s why he’s just known as Jin and not Kim Seokjin.

That’s what you hide from everyone, nobody knows who they are for you. If anybody in the company finds out that you’re Kim Seokwoo’s daughter, they’ll just speak to you just to get to him. His name is huge, and you could have used it to open all the doors you desired but that’s not who you are. Your father taught you to fight hard for what you wish, and he’s more than proud to have raised two amazing persons.

“Now, let’s go before they start wondering why we don’t leave the car.” Jungkooks says as he opens the door.

You mumble a thank you while you squeeze his hand, more than thankful that he didn’t start fangirling over your father and brother. Jungkook only nods before you both leave the car, walking towards your parents. Your father smiles when he sees you, and your mother is more than surprised when she sees Jungkook.

Like everyone, she perfectly knows who the hell Jungkook is. The hottest man of the year along with the best sports reporter of JBC. She for sure wasn’t expecting you to bring him or to even know him.

“Jeon Jungkook.” Your mother says. “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person.” She reaches out her hand to him when he approaches her. “I’ve heard so many amazing things about you and your work.”

You hug your father, happy to finally see him. You’re a family person, always wanting to be around your parents and brother but that only happens on the weekend because you work during the week. Of course, you call them every day after work to at least hear their voices once a day but everything is so much better when you’re around them.

“You could have informed us that he’s your valentine.” Your father whispers in your ear. “Your mother would have directly stopped with Taehyung.”

You step back a bit, looking at the man you love the most on earth. “You know how I am when it comes to my love life.”

Even with your family, you don’t speak much about your love life. It’s something you’re not comfortable with. If it was possible, you wouldn’t speak about it to anyone but it’s nearly impossible with your mother who's always trying to put you with some of her friends’ sons.

You move to your mother who is trying as hard as possible to hide her emotions but it’s crystal clear that she’s a tiny bit mad at you for not telling her that you’re dating Jungkook. But she can understand it because she knows you too well. After all, she birthed you, so she perfectly knows how you always try to hide everything from everyone.

“We’re going to have a very serious conversation, young lady.” She berates you with a small smile.

“Mom, don’t be awkward.” You roll your eyes. “I don’t want you to traumatize Jungkook when he only arrived now.”

Your mother sighs before you all enter inside since it’s extremely cold outside. Jungkook is smiling while shaking his head, realizing that you’re truly yourself with him. That makes his heart flutter.

When you’re all inside the house, he takes in how beautiful the house is. The entrance hall is super huge like the houses you see in movies. Everything is perfectly organized and cleaned just like in your apartment but this is just another level. Jungkook feels like he’s in a dream.

He can understand that you don’t want people to know who your family is but he would have loved to know minutes ago that he was going to have dinner with Kim Seokwoo and Jin. Especially, that he’d be in a fucking dreamy house.

“You grew up here?” He whispers in your ear.

“Only a part of my life.” You look up at him with a smile on your face. “We used to live in a much smaller house until I was twelve. My dad was becoming too well-known, it was not safe for any of us to live in a normal house in a normal neighborhood. So, we moved here where it’s much safer, the house has guards, and even the neighborhood is controlled.”

This is the only way to ensure the safety of all the people living here and to ensure your family’s safety. When your father became too famous, he wanted to try to keep living the same simple life he used to have but it clearly was impossible, especially when the fans found out where he was living.

It was extremely scary to go home and see all those people around your safe place. While your parents were looking for a new safer place to live, you and Jin were living with your grandparents but you also changed schools because the other kids were always annoying you and your brother. In less than a week, your parents found a new place, this house and since then, everything has been better.

“This is something else.” He says.

Jungkook lives in a very controlled building because his success has been growing a lot lately. But this house seems to be coming straight from a movie.

“I know.” You don’t stop looking at him, now he’s the one looking like a kid, and you can’t help but find him extremely adorable. His hand grabs yours, holding it tight while you all walk to the living room. You smile like an idiot, loving the fact he unconsciously holds your hand.

“You have a wonderful house, Mr. Kim.” Jungkook says to your father.

Your father looks back at the two of you. “You don’t have to call me Mr. Kim, Seokwoo is enough.” He informs your fake boyfriend. “You’re part of the family now, Jungkook, no need for formalities.”

Your father never loved to be called Mr. Kim outside work, especially by people that date his children. Just as he informed Jungkook now, he did the same with Taehwan and with Soomin, Jin’s girlfriend.

As you enter the huge living room, you notice Jin with his longtime girlfriend. They’ve been together for almost seven years but no marriage seems to be in sight which despairs your mother. She wants to organize a dreamy wedding for her firstborn and she wants him to have children with his lover. She always keeps repeating that at his age, she was already married and a mother but Jin just doesn’t listen to her because he doesn’t feel ready yet to get married.

“This is my older brother, Jin, and his girlfriend, Soomin.” You introduce them to Jungkook. “And that’s my boyfriend, Jungkook.”

It feels incredibly weird to say that but this is all just pretending. In some days, you’ll just announce to them that it’s over with Jungkook and you’ll be back to dreaming about being with him. He’ll just be your crush all over again.

“Nice to meet you, Jungkook,” Jin says as they shake hands together. “And welcome to this crazy family!” He adds.

Soomin offers him a smile before he greets her. Your sister-in-law is honestly a saint because she has to deal with Jin on a daily basis, and you don’t know how she can survive him. Your brother is completely crazy, but you absolutely adore Soomin. She’s like the sister you never had, you can tell her anything.

“If you need any advice on how to survive all those crazy people, just let me know and I’ll tell you my little secret.” Soomin whispers to Jungkook.

“Thank you.” He says with a big smile on his face.

Being welcomed like this by your family relaxes him immensely. For the past few days, he has been extremely nervous to meet your parents and siblings, constantly imagining the worst but so far, he feels like he has no reasons to worry about the course of this night.

You all take a seat on the couch, Jungkook sitting down next to you and placing his hand over your exposed leg. His thumb caresses your leg, reassuring you both with such a simple and tender gesture. As time passes, he realizes that this night will most probably end with him confessing his feelings to you. This entire fake situation makes him feel way too comfortable.

Quickly, your father brings an old whiskey that he had in the cellar that is situated in the basement. Of course, he gives a glass to everyone to taste his amazing whiskey. Your father has weird collections of wines, whiskeys, and other types of alcohol. The good thing is that when you want to get drunk, you just have to go to the basement and choose whatever you want. That’s what happened when Taehwan broke up with you, your father’s basement became your best friend.

Everyone casually talks, Jin making jokes about how Jungkook can be in a relationship with a weirdo like you but your crush always comes up with the perfect explanations, almost as if everything is truly real. However, you can also see how protective your brother is. All the questions he raises just show you how concerned he is about you. Your big brother has always been like that, extremely protective of you, and he still blames himself for not having seen how much of a jerk Taehwan was.

But it isn’t his fault at all, it was Taehwan. Nevertheless, it was extremely painful to see you in pain for months and he just wants to be sure that Jungkook will never hurt you the same way your ex did.

At 8 pm precisely, you all go to the dining room, eating what your parents’ chef prepared for tonight. During the entire dinner, Jungkook keeps being touchy, your heart squeezing with pain every time you realize that he does it to fool your family. In a way, you’d love that every gesture and attention was real but what you ignore is that everything is real. Your ‘fake’ boyfriend is not doing it to fool your family, he’s doing it because he wants to. He wants to enjoy the fact that he can do it without it being weird.

Your parents also explain to Jungkook where this tradition of the 13th comes from. It all started when you were very young. Your parents didn’t want the 14th to be just about romantic love, they wanted to celebrate all sorts of love. They simply wanted to include their children during Valentine’s Day. So, they decided that from now, on the 13th, it would be about celebrating all kinds of love.

Jungkook can’t help but find the gesture absolutely adorable, and even if nothing happens between you two, he’ll make sure that from now on, he’ll celebrate all types of love on the 13th.

The night goes perfectly well, your parents adore Jungkook and they absolutely approve of him which breaks your heart because sooner or later you’ll have to announce to them that this was just a masquerade.

During the entire night, you all drank too much alcohol and after a long discussion, you agreed to sleep here. It’s definitely not a good idea to drive with a lot of alcohol in your system. Jungkook will borrow some clothes from Jin since he doesn’t have anything to wear tomorrow but the stressful part is that he’s going to sleep with you in your old bedroom. You simply can’t ask your parents if he can sleep in a guest room because it’ll raise too much suspicion.

“Your bed is not really big.” Jungkook says when he steps inside your room.

“It was the bed of a single twenty-year-old girl.” You inform him. “I didn’t need a huge bed for myself.”

Jungkook looks around, admiring where you’ve spent a part of your life. Your room is simple but still beautiful, just like you. It doesn’t seem at all that a teenager lived here, it almost looks like you only left two days ago and not some years ago.

“I have a bathroom just there in case you want to undress yourself.” You show him the bathroom.

Jungkook shakes his head because he actually doesn’t mind at all undressing in front of you, this being most probably due to all the alcohol he drank earlier.

“No, it’s okay. You can use it if you want.”

You also shake your head, also being comfortable with undressing in front of your crush. Jungkook is for sure not going to complain about seeing you in underwear. But although you have drunk a lot, you’re still a bit shy so you turn your back on him and quickly change yourself, putting on your black nightie. You don’t have many clothes left here but you left some sexy pajamas since most of the time, Taehwan was staying with you and it was a reason to tease him a little.

When you turn your back to face Jungkook, the first thing you see is his insanely perfect body. He’s on the other side of the bed, so your bed hides his legs but his torso is so damn toned. It’s like he was hand-carved by God himself. You never imagined that Jungkook was hiding such a perfect body under his clothes. You bite your lower lip, your eyes slowly going up to lock with his.

Jungkook is also biting his bottom lip as he glares at you. That nightie barely covers your body. Your cleavage is on full display, revealing the beginning of your breasts but he’s craving to see your legs, more especially if the nightie covers your ass. He’s obsessed with asses.

“Let’s get to sleep.” Jungkook says before you both lay down on your bed. The bed is extremely small for the two of you. That wasn’t the case when you were sleeping here with your ex. Now, with your crush sleeping just next to you, you feel like you’re about to die because he’s way too close to you. You’re looking at the ceiling to avoid looking at the man next to you.

After a little while, you move on the bed, turning your back to him. As Jungkook loves to sleep in the same position that you’re right in now, he also moves his chest pressed against your back. His breathing brushes against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You try to not focus on the fact that your bodies are too close, trying to fall asleep as fast as possible. The sooner you fall asleep, the better it is.

But of course, your brother needed to start fucking Soomin right when you were about to fall asleep.

Your brother’s bedroom is not too far from yours but Soomin moans like a crazy girl, almost as she’s being tortured or something like that. The creaking bed, Soomin’s moans, and Jin’s low groan are just too much for you.

“Fuck.” You growl as you cover your ears. You hate hearing them fucking, it’s just disgusting.

The fucking session is also too much for Jungkook, his mind keeps imagining that the moans of Soomin are yours as he fucks you. The whole situation is driving him completely crazy, and you feel it. His member is getting hard, his tip touching your uncovered ass. A sudden heat takes over you, making you grow wetter as you imagine your crush completely turned on by the fucking session of your brother.

You don’t really know what to do. Do you pretend you don’t feel anything? No, it’s impossible. He must feel that he’s touching your ass. Then, what do you do?

“Sorry.” Jungkook mumbles as he tries to step back a bit, embarrassed that he got turned on by your brother and his girlfriend.

“It’s okay, Jungkook.” You whisper. “My brother can’t keep his cock in his pants.” You add. “I already told him that I hate when he fucks his girlfriend here.”

Jin doesn’t just care about what you think or say but never have you done anything with Taehwan in your parents’ house. It’s just gross, plus none of you wanted your family to hear you having sex.

“It’s a natural thing.” Jungkook says, defending your brother.

“Yeah, but he purposely does it when we’re here because he knows how much I hate it.” You reply, never turning to face him. You’re beyond embarrassed about all this.

Just as Jungkook, the entire situation is turning you on in a way you never expected it. Your panties are completely soaked with your arousal but there’s nothing you can do right now to make it go away.

Jungkook chuckles because he just knows how siblings can be a pain in the ass when they want. His brother also turns his life miserable from time to time, teasing him about his crush on you when they see each other.

“If you want, I can help you with your boner.” You tell him. His cheeks turn red since he was not expecting you to offer him some help but you’ve drunk too much tonight, so you don’t properly filter your thoughts.

“No, it’s okay, Yn.” He replies. “It’s going to disappear.”

Now, it’s your turn to chuckle at his words.

“We both know it’s not true.” You tell him, still chuckling. “Plus, I’m also turned on so we could use each other's help.”

The fact that you don’t even filter your words surprises Jungkook because he knows that normally, you’d never say those things.

“Yn, do you even think what you’re saying?” He asks with a trembling voice.

“Of course, I do.”

You finally turn to face him. You want to look him in the eyes as you’re about to confess the feelings you have for him. Now is the moment. You feel it. You’ve been avoiding this for months because you’ve been too scared of rejection.

“Jungkook, I thought it was pretty obvious that I like you.” You cup his face in your hands, locking your eyes with his. “I’ve been having a massive crush on you for a little while but I never came around to tell you anything because I was so scared that you’d simply tell me that the feelings aren’t mutual.” You take a deep breath, your thumbs caressing his cheeks. “Because I’m not the dreamy type of girlfriend.”

Without thinking, Jungkook’s face leans closer to yours, his lips pressing against yours. This right here, he has dreamed of it too many times but never in his dreams, he saw you confess your feelings for him. This is for sure bold coming from you but he loves it. He loves the fact that you blurt out your feelings for him because he knows that he would have never had the courage to take the first step.

Kissing Jungkook is not at all how you imagined it.

It’s so much more than you pictured it. The kiss is sweet and tender, there’s no rush or anything else in it. You both have been desiring this for so long that there’s no need in rushing things. In fact, you’re actually convinced that if you rush it, it would destroy the magic behind this exact moment.

His lips are so soft on yours, the tenderness of the kiss making your heart melt completely. Never a man has kissed you like that as if you’re made of glass. Your heart is pounding extremely hard on your chest, ready to burst at any moment while the butterflies on your lower stomach are making you feel completely alive.

His hard length brushes against your leg, making you moan in the kiss. By the looks of it, this kiss is for sure going to take a heated turn. A turn that both of you want. All this holding back has been just too much and has led to this exact moment. Holding back for almost a year was not easy, which has led you to become extremely needy, and tonight is the moment that you’re going to let go of it.

Tonight, there are no more reasons to hold back.

His impatient hands run up and down your waist, making you more than happy to have his large tattooed hands on your body.

“I fucking love you too, Yn.” He whispers as he breaks the kiss. “I’ve been having a crush on you since you’ve been single.” He kisses you again but this time with passion and fervor. “It’s almost like I only realized how fucking pretty you are after Taehwan left you.”

Jungkook presses a peck on your lips before he kisses the corner of your lips down to the underside of your jaw, causing you to moan each time his lips touch your skin. The alcohol mixed with his confession and how needy you are is driving you completely euphoric.

“I stopped counting the times I dreamed of kissing you in a deserted hallway of the JBC building.” He drops his head to your neck, kissing the base of your throat. “And leaving you hickeys here and there to let everyone know that you’re mine, and only mine.”

You moan as he starts nipping at your skin, the feeling of his mouth on your throat is divine. Everything he does exceeds all the dreams you had. Your hands run through his hair, tugging at the roots. A moan escapes his pretty lips, his voice vibrating against your skin. When he starts sucking your sensitive skin, he licks it with his tongue, a proud smile dancing on his lips.

“I feel like a horny teenager around you, Yn.” He admits as he looks up at you. “Craving you in every fucking way.” His large hands caress your waist while you both look intensely at the other.

“Then let me help you with your boner.” He nods, letting you uncover both your bodies from the bedsheets.

Jungkook lays on his back while you go down on his body. You’re actually very surprised by his erection, it’s huge which makes you want to desperately rip his underwear off to have a proper view of his cock. Without an ounce of hesitation, you take out the only clothing piece from his body, his cock slapping against his abs.

He’s huge. Like super huge. His cock easily surpasses Taehwan’s cock, and god, you always thought your ex had the biggest cock in the world, but Jungkook is proving you how wrong you were.

“God, you’re massive.” You look up at him. “How have you been hiding this monster in your pants?” You cock an eyebrow, making him giggle at your words.

“I ask myself this question every day.” He says, clearly making you understand that he gets pretty hard around you every day.

As you’re so desperate to please him, you wrap your hand around the base of his dick. His head is red, precum running down his length and over that prominent vein that lines it. You rub your thumb over the tip before going down on his shaft, spreading his arousal all over him. A deep moan leaves his lips as your hands finally touch him, his head falling completely on the pillow.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls.

Slowly, you start pumping him, taking your time, your hand gliding up and down his length. A trail of groans leaves his lips while you pump him nice and slow, giving him a dreamy handjob. Every time your hand reaches the base, Jungkook shivers, loving deeply how you’re helping him to make this boner disappear.

But you want to give him more. You know your hand is just not enough, he needs more to come undone. So you dip down to kiss the head of his cock, his eyes instantly opening as this is unexpected. You lick his tip, his precum coating your wet muscle before you wrap your mouth entirely around his cock, sinking down fully on his length.

“Fuck, Yn.” He groans, loving the warmth of your mouth around him. He swears that he’s about to fall apart, covering your mouth with his cum.

Your eyes look up to meet with his. The moment they lock ⏤ both your eyes completely filled with lust ⏤ he looks away, too scared to bust right there. As much as he’d love to fill your pretty mouth with his seed, he wants it to be inside you. He wants that the first time that he comes with you to be inside your pussy.

“Baby,” he says while his hand moves down to your hair, grabbing it before pulling your head a little. “I don’t want to come right now.”

Your lips leave his length, letting it slap again against his lower abdomen before you crawl up his body to kiss him again languidly. Jungkook can taste his salty precum on your lips and he adores it.

“Do you have a condom?” You whisper on his lips.

“Always.” He replies.

While he stands up to grab his wallet, you lay on your back, taking off your nightie and underwear to reveal your body to the man of your dreams. Who knew that all you needed to confess your feelings for him was to invite him to the annual 13th of February gathering? If you only knew that sooner, you’d have invited him months ago.

When Jungkook gets back on the bed with his condom in his hand, he bites his bottom lip. “You’re fucking beautiful, princess,” he growls, scanning every part of your body. He wants to spend the night dreaming about your insanely perfect body. All he wants is to be haunted every single night by your body.

The man doesn’t waste any time ripping the plastic, and putting the condom on his length. You spread your legs, letting him see your soaked folds. All he craves now is to have you moaning under him. On his knees, he gets closer to your body, brushing his cock against your pussy, and getting you even wetter. He wants you to be as wet as possible to be ready for his massive cock.

“Can I?” He asks, wanting to be sure that you’re ready for what’s coming.

When you nod, he slowly buries his thick cock inside your soaked core, stretching your velvety walls. His large hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin while his doe eyes filled with lust look into yours. Both of you groan as he slowly pushes his long and thick cock inside you.

“So good,” you mumble as your eyes roll back.

You have to admit that it hurts a bit since he’s pretty huge but the fact that he’s slowly filling you up to the brim helps. It gives time to your body to get used to this massive intrusion. But it feels so damn good to have him inside you. This is even better than in your wildest dreams.

Jungkook leans closer, pushing his cock a bit deeper inside you and snatching a loud moan out of you. “You feel so fucking good, princess,” his deep voice groans in your ear. “Even better than in my dreams.”

The fact that he has been dreaming about this too gets you wetter. How on earth could you two be so stupid to not notice that you were both completely in love with each other? You feel like you’re in some crappy romantic movie, only it’s taking a dirty turn.

“Let’s just show your brother and Soomin how louder I can make you moan.”

He wants the world to hear you moaning because he doesn’t plan on going nice and slow on you. All he wants is to fuck you rough and good all night long, and that’s also what you want. You want him to fuck you until all you know is to scream his name. You want to get revenge for all the years you had to hear your brother and Soomin fuck like animals.

“Fuck, do it, Jungkook,” you swear as he pulls back a bit to look at you in the eyes, and a smirk arises on his face.

“I plan to fuck you all night long until you beg me to stop.”

Jungkook slowly pushes back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you moan under him. He never imagined that he’d love hearing you moaning under him. That sound is for sure his new favorite music.

“Please do it.” You tell him, making him smirk, satisfied to hear you begging him to show you no mercy tonight.

Brutally, he pushes his cock fully inside you, and a loud moan leaves your lips. For a little while, he doesn't move, hovering over you and watching you with delight. His eyes look down on your body. He’s surprised by how insanely perfect you are. Your body is for sure the prettiest one he has ever seen, and he has seen tons of bodies.

Unlike what everyone thinks, he’s not fond of skinny bodies. He loves curves and imperfect bodies because they show life. They show that their owners eat to live, and your curves drive him crazy. He could come just by looking at your ass.

His lips meet yours for a sloppy kiss before going down to your neck, leaving another hickey on your skin. On Monday, he wants everyone to see them. He wants everyone to know that he’s the only one who can make you feel good. Once he has tortured your skin enough, his eyes get lost on your body again, groaning as he watches himself buried deep inside you.

“Your cunt takes me so fucking well, princess.”

You close your eyes, completely enjoying having him fully inside you. You’re completely euphoric and drunk on the feeling of him stretching your walls. Once he sees that you’re ready to take more, he pulls back brutally before slamming himself back into you. The bed under you squeaks, the headboard hitting the wall just behind you.

For sure, your brother hears the two of you enjoying some good time, and you already know that tomorrow morning he’ll make some nasty comments.

Jungkook once again stops when he’s fully inside you, torturing you just to hear you begging him to fuck you. This is of course not enough for you. You need more. You need him to fuck you rough on this bed.

“Please, Jungkook,” you start saying, “fuck me.”

He leans closer again. “Never thought I needed to hear you begging, princess,” he whispers before licking the spot just under your ear.

He pushes his cock back before slamming into you with both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as your moans quickly fill the room.

“Shit,” you gasp while he thrusts into you with no mercy, “you feel so good.”

You’re completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust he makes. This all causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming his cock. Jungkook smirks as he notices the sticky mess you’re causing. You grip the sheets as hard as possible to steady yourself from Jungkook’s hard thrusts.

Neither of you can believe that you practically missed this opportunity. Without your mother and her insistence on wanting to settle you in with Taehyung, none of you would be having sex right now together. Without your brother and his girlfriend, none of you would be completely turned on. Basically, without your family, you’d still be dreaming about this exact moment.

“You’re so fucking wet, honey,” he hisses before biting his lower lip. His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him. “And making such a mess on my cock.”

Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing this, it is as if your bodies were made for each other.

Jungkook bends down, pressing a sloppy kiss on your lips while his thrusts slow down. A desperate whine gushes from you, a sound that he proudly swallows. His hands go up on your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them to make you moan with desire before his fingers start playing with your nipples. Moans flood out of your mouth as he tortures your body.

“It feels so good,” you whine.

His thrusts are slow and harsh again, and his fingers on your nipples are just too much for you. Gradually, Jungkook begins to thrust hard into you again, and you moan at the feeling of his brutal thrust. Your walls suck his cock as he slams his hips into you with more force. His fingers keep playing with your very sensitive nipples, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

His eyes look at you, contorting with pleasure as it slowly builds within you. Your moans are getting louder, and right now, you’re sure that your parents that sleep on the complete opposite side of this floor are able to hear your moaning Jungkook’s name.

“Moan louder, honey,” he says as he goes deeper and harder to make you scream with pleasure. Your voice moaning his name is the only thing he wants to hear.

His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust. The way he’s torturing your body is only making you lose yourself further. He just knows how to pleasure you perfectly like he became a master of your body in just some minutes.

“Fuck,” he groans when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. “Your cunt is clenching so hard, honey.”

As you glance up at him, you can’t help but find him extremely attractive. His eyes stare down at you with passion and lust as his tongue licks his lower lips. He simply can’t believe that this is really happening. He can’t believe that he’s having sex with the girl of his dreams. He keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with more urgency each time.

Jungkook leans again forward, pressing another sloppy kiss on your lips. He loves to feel your lips on his, even if the kiss is a disaster. Feeling your lips makes him realize that this is real, you’re really under him.

“Gonna be a good girl and come for me?” He asks, and you nod. You want to be a good girl for him, especially on your first time together although Jungkook wants to hear you begging for it, he wants to know how badly you want to come. “Use your words, baby.”

His fingers pinch your nipples harder, making the wave of pleasure grow bigger inside you. “I want to come,” you manage to say. “I wanna come so bad.”

Jungkook feels his cock twitch inside of you, a low groan rumbling in his throat as you practically beg him to let you come. He smirks while one of his hands slowly goes down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot.

“Beg for it, baby,” he says while his fingers show no mercy on your clit, and you’re not even sure if you’ll be able to beg for anything before coming.

“Please, Jungkook,�� it’s impossible to even form a proper sentence with the way he’s torturing you.

“Tell me, baby,” He keeps teasing you with a smirk on his face.

“Let me come.”

His smirk grows bigger on his face, happy to have you begging him to come. Jungkook never thought he’d be into teasing but with you, he seems to discover what he truly likes. The wave of pleasure inside you is growing bigger and bigger, almost becoming overwhelming. You’re moaning like a mess, but at this stage, you couldn’t care less.

“Do it, princess, come for me.”

Those words are what you need for the wave of pleasure to hit you intensely, making you come hard around him. Your arousal completely covers his cock and your walls squeeze him over and over again.

While you’re completely euphoric from your orgasm, he speeds up the pace of his hips slamming into you, wanting to chase his own high. The coil in his lower stomach tightens inside of him, and it completely clouds his thoughts. The only thing he sees is the image of you coming under him.

Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made on his cock. A desperate moan leaves his mouth when his orgasm hits him hard. His eyes roll back with pleasure as his body tenses up and releases his load inside the condom. Loud cries of euphoria leaving his lips.

He collapses next to you, both of your bodies covered in sweat after this intense sex session. Your heavy breathing is now the only thing that can be heard in your bedroom.

“I think the entire neighborhood heard us,” you say while running your fingers in his hair.

“That’s exactly what I wanted.” He presses a sweet kiss on your forehead before covering both your bodies with the bedsheets. “I guess we should try to sleep now.”

You nod, resting your head on his chest and slowly falling asleep on his arms. To say that you’re happy that this night took a dirty turn is more than an understatement. But tomorrow, you’ll for sure need to discuss what just happened. You can’t just fuck like this and expect things to stay the way they were.

Everything has changed now, Jungkook just loves you the way you love him.

Sleeping peacefully with him by your side was easier said than done. It’s around 4 am, you’re both awake but you’re not staring at the ceiling. No, now that you’re both aware of the feelings consuming the two of you, you’re using this time to make up for all the time lost.

His cock is buried once again inside you, only this time you’re riding him. This time he’s also not wearing any condom since he only had one left in his wallet, he actually never imagined that he was going to have sex with you tonight.

“Shit,” you gasp, palms resting on his toned chest for leverage as you lift yourself up and drop back on his cock.

You’re completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips working in tandem with yours while your arousal drips down your thighs, pooling around the base of his cock. Jungkook can’t help but love the way your body contorts with delight as you’re both fucking again.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his hands holding your waist tighter when your walls squeeze him. “You’re making such a mess on my cock, princess,” his deep voice sends shivers down your spine. At this rhythm, you’ll be coming undone at any moment. A desperate moan falls out of your mouth, your nails digging into the skin of the muscles on his chest.

Jungkook groans when you speed up the movement of your hips, the warmth of your walls wrapping around him tighter than before as his hands go up on your body, cupping your breasts in them. He pinches your nipples between his fingers, causing you to moan louder and louder.

It’s 4 am, everyone is supposed to be sleeping while the two of you are moaning like nobody else is in this house. For sure, Jin is going to complain about your night activities with Jungkook but you just don’t care. You just want the man under you to stretch you out open and fill you up to the brim.

“You’re fucking hot, honey,” he groans. “You’re riding me so well.”

You can feel his cock twitch inside of you as you rock your hips at a steady rhythm, your palms still pressed against his toned chest while his hands grip onto the sheets.

A small moan leaves your lips as you look down at him. His long wet hair sticking on his face turns him into an even hotter man. His eyes are staring up at you in that stunning way that shows you how lost in the pleasure he is. His tongue licks his lips as he moans out your name, tugging at the sheets and thrusting up into you with more urgency each time.

“You look like a sin,” you whisper, trying as hard as possible to avoid making more noise this early in the morning. You lean forward to press a kiss on his lips because that’s the only way to muffle your moans.

“Can we just talk about you?” He replies back when your lips leave his. “You’re here, using my cock as if you own it and moving your hips in a way that completely hypnotizes me.”

You moan at his words because damn, you’re really riding his cock as if Jungkook is yours. Well, for him, he’s completely yours. He doesn’t want any other girl to ride him like you’re doing it right now.

Your walls clench around his length, squeezing him hard. So far, he has let you set the pace and use him the way you wanted but this is just too slow for him. He wants more. He starts thrusting up to you in a harsh way. He goes deep inside of you, and you are loving it. Tears start to roll down your cheeks because of the way he’s pounding inside of you. He’s stretching your insides so much with his rough thrust and it makes your whole body tremble.

The wave of pleasure inside you has suddenly grown so strong that you feel like you’re about to come.

“Gonna cum, Jungkook.” You whimper.

Your nails sink into his chest, making him groan at the pain and pleasure it gives him. He grips the sheets harder as he continues to roughly thrust inside you.

“Go ahead, babe, make a mess for me.” He groans as he keeps thrusting hard.

Those dirty words are all you need to let go of your orgasm. You are coming, biting your lower lip to muffle your moans. Your thighs are shaking but he keeps thrusting into you while you’re completely high from your orgasm. Jungkook is completely loving the way you’re creaming his dick.

His pace becomes more brutal as he’s chasing his own orgasm, making the bed creak under you. Your walls keep clenching around him and that is all he needs to come. He closes his eyes, enjoying this moment of release and you are sure he’d never look so sexy.

You collapse over Jungkook as you both try to catch your breath for a little while, and you leave a lot of kisses on his sweet face. He’s loving it and he could stay like this forever.

“This is a beautiful way to start Valentine’s Day.” He whispers before falling asleep in your arms. You hold him tight against you, loving to have him pressed against your body. This is for sure the best night of your life.

It’s Monday morning.

You’re entering the building of JBC with Jungkook. Everybody looks at the two of you although they don’t pay too much attention since they all think you’re just friends. But they ignore everything that happened the last two days.

Yesterday, after all the sex, you had a real conversation with Jungkook. You both expressed the feelings you had for each other, you swear you’ve never been happier than you were yesterday. That conversation made you realize how stupid you both are. You’ve been in love for months but you were both so scared to lose the other that you never said anything.

Yesterday, you agreed to give this whole relationship thingy a try. You want to see if this can work even though you’re both convinced that it’s going to work.

So, you’re not entering this building as friends but as a couple. You both have that stupid smile glued on your faces while you talk to each other. Like every morning, you enter the elevator already full of people but when it arrives on the floor you work, you kiss Jungkook with passion, drawing the attention of everyone in the small cabin.

“Have a nice day, honey.”

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