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sundaysundaes · 3 years

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Started With A Kiss

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Actor AU, Smut, Fluff, Humor | NC-17 | 10K

Summary: Rookie actor, Lee Haechan, desperately wants to get the lead role in the highly anticipated upcoming TV drama. He’s sure he has what it takes to fill the part. Acting as a hero? No problem. Pretending to overcome his traumatic experience? Consider it done. A bed scene? Easy—wait, no. That might be a problem. But he should be fine as long as he gets to rehearse, right?

Warnings: protected sex, oral sex, crude humor, swearing, literally 10k of sex with very little plot, a lot of playful banters between sassy!hyuck and equally sassy!Y/N

Wrote this for my love Kira @flopim who’s been having a tough time lately. I hope this will cheer you up bb! ❤️

“I want you to make love to me.”

Standing there, still dressed in your bright pink pajamas with your hair resembling a bird’s nest, you can only blink once, twice, and several times more because surely, your ears are playing tricks on you. There’s no way that your best friend, the cutely annoying and annoyingly cute, Lee Haechan—the one who’s been practically glued to your skin like a conjoined twin of yours for the last two years—is asking you to make love to him.

Surely, this is not what you’d expected to see when you opened the door to your apartment, ready to bark at whoever it was who dared to disturb your beauty sleep (since it is seven in the morning on a Sunday), only to see him standing in his blue ripped jeans and black Michael Jackson shirt with his cheeks flushed, his bag hanging loosely on his shoulder, brown eyes desperately begging for your attention.

And you’re most definitely sure that he’s not asking you to sleep with him when you still have drool on the corner of your mouth and a terrible morning breath (in your defense, you have brushed your teeth but that was, like, six hours ago).

But when seconds have passed and Haechan still looks like he badly needs to hear an answer, you have very little options but to ask, “You want me to do what to who now?”

Catching a sniff of your mighty dragon’s breath, he promptly takes a step back, scrunching his nose while frantically covering half of his face with the script he’s been holding. “Eew, God, what is that smell?” Ignoring your glare, he repeats his words, voice muffled by the papers. “I said, I want you to make love to me.”

“What—”

“Damn it, woman, just brush your teeth and let me in!”

When he’s stomping his feet while whining that loudly—loud enough for your fucking landlord to hear, along with everybody else in the building (including your cute neighbor, Jaehyun, oh dear God, no), he doesn’t give you any other choice but to invite him in, does he?

You step away from the door, flatly muttering, “Please, come in, why don’t you.” Haechan doesn’t waste any second waiting, making sure to run and stay as far away as possible from you so he won’t inhale the poisonous air that’s tainted with your breath again.

You roll your eyes. Dramatic little shit. But just to be on the safe side, you make your way to the bathroom.

***

The scalding hot shower you just took was comforting but not enough to wash your entire drowsiness away. You’re in dire need of your caffeine intake. “Would you like some coffee, my king?” You ask between a yawn, hands finding their way to the coffee jar on your kitchen counter.

Haechan throws his bag to the floor, body sinking into the comfort of your couch. “With milk, please.”

"I’m kidding.”

“Well, I’m not.” He throws one of those cheeky grins that you adore—no, wait, you hate—as he settles his legs on your coffee table. “Less sugar but more milk. I’m still growing.”

“Growing what, your balls?” You pour him a cup of coffee as requested, yes, because to balance his demonic behavior, you have to act like the perfect angel that you are. “Since you don’t have any?”

“You mean, like your boyfriend?” Haechan retorts before he gasps dramatically, his palm going to his mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

You hover above him from behind the couch, bringing two mugs filled with sizzling hot coffee. “Want to repeat that?” You tip your mug just a little bit until it nearly spills on his forehead.

Haechan winces, attempting to grin. “I’m sorry, I love you, please don’t ruin my face. It’s the only thing that’s good about me.”

“It surely is.”

“Yah, what does that mean?”

“Take it as a compliment.”

Sitting next to him, you sip your coffee and curse silently when the liquid burns your tongue. “Okay, so what about this ‘make love to me’ thing you said earlier? Please tell me it’s just a figure of speech or something.”

“I wish.” He drags his legs away from the table so he can lay his cup down because apparently, he means business. “Okay, I know you’re gonna kill me after you hear—”

“After? I’m about to kill you now, actually.” You scoff. “Don’t you remember what we’ve agreed on? You cannot bother me when I’m still too sleepy to smack you in the head, Haechannie.”

“When did we ever—” He stops. “Why are you going to smack me in the head?”

“‘Cause you’ll say something stupid.”

“Who says I’m gonna say something stupid?”

“You always say something stupid. You’re saying something stupid now!”

“It’s not stupid.” He sighs exasperatedly but when your flat, degrading stare comes into view, it morphs into a groan. “Well, not that stupid. I’ve thought about this—really thought about it—and I can’t find anyone else to do this but you since you’re the only girl I’m friends with. I mean, I can pick random girls, I suppose—you know how popular I am. They just can’t stop talking about me. My hair, my eyes—”

“—your tiny dick.”

“But I don’t want to break any girl’s heart by doing something that’s gonna make them feel like I’m just using them to get a job, you know? I know I’m hot but these good looks aren’t meant to trample people’s hearts.”

“And you don’t care how I’m gonna feel?”

He has the decency to act like he’s thinking about it, but then, “No, not really.”

“Thanks.”

“Look, I really need your help.” He takes it as further as holding your hand between his, puckering his pouty lips, and blinking his eyes in a way that’s cute enough to leave you in daze so you pretend like you’re about to vomit your insides to cover it up.

Okay, so there’s one thing—one little thing that nobody knows—that you’re too ashamed to admit and that is the fact that you have a massive crush on this boy who sits in front of you with his socks unmatched. Well, no, not massive. It used to be massive during the first few weeks you knew him. How could you not? Haechan was so cute, you wanted to turn him into a doll so you could carry him around in your backpack and squish his cheeks whenever you feel like it. Sure, he’s not all jawlines and dimples like that neighbor of yours (Jung Jaehyun was probably sculpted by God himself ), but Haechan has his own charms. His devilish smirk, his loud, contagious laughter, his naughty eyebrow raise, and his lips—God, his beautiful plump lips, the way they look so pouty and soft. Honestly, you can write a whole essay about his attractive features (not that you haven’t already).

You knew you were crazy for him when the antics he did annoyed the hell out of his friends but to you, he was just plain adorable. And you realized you were pretty much fucked-up when Jeno said, “Fucking Lee Donghyuck said he forgot his wallet and robbed me this morning. Who the fuck orders a freakin’ wagyu steak for breakfast?!” and the only thing you could think of was how nice it was to go on a date with him and how your first kiss with him was going to be like (poor Jeno, though).

It’s not that you love him or anything. It’s mostly physical, nothing more—at least for now anyway. It’s not your fault that he’s so fucking pretty that he ends up showing every now and then in your fantasy, doing indescribable naughty things that will definitely make Mark splash some holy water on your face if he knew what was going on in your head.

Fortunately, now that you’ve been friends with him for two years, that massive crush you had has turned into something normal, something you can easily hide. And can be forgotten even, whenever another cute guy—like Na Jaemin, for example—takes you out on a date or two. It’s easier to breathe these days.

“Hello? Are you there?” Haechan snaps his fingers, waking you up from your reverie. “What’s your answer? Do you want to make love to me or not?”

‘It’s easier to breathe these days?’ More like fucking kill me.

“Can you stop saying that?” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You’re giving me headaches.” Or a heart attack, more accurately. “Assume I said yes. Don’t you think it’s gonna get a little weird between us?”

“What is so weird about it?” He throws his hands in the air, exhausted and impatient. “It’s just gonna be two friends, pretending to be in love with each other, hugging, kissing, touching, and having sweet, tender sex.” Realization falls upon him and you resist the urge to exhale loudly. “Yeah, okay, so it is a little weird, but it should be fine, right? It’s just acting. It’s not like you have any feelings for me, do you?”

If by feelings you mean picturing you naked in my head with your mouth sucking on my neck, then yeah, I do have feelings for you. Plenty of that. But on the outside, you say, “Eew, God, no.”

Haechan squints his eyes at your response. “Can’t say I’m not hurt with the way you said it, but eew, God, no to you too. Well, if that’s the case then I’m sure we’ll be fine,” he says, sipping his coffee, and retracts his mouth as soon as the flavor hits his tongue. “What the hell is this?! Did you spit on my coffee or something?”

You didn’t but for your amusement, you throw him a sly grin. “A little.” It’s satisfying to see him looking like he’s about to pass out. “I’m still worried how it’s gonna affect our friendship later on though.”

He simply shrugs. “Meh. We’re not really that close to begin with anyway.” He takes another sip of his coffee by accident and nearly vomits for real. “Fucking hell—take this shit out of my face.”

“I'm still not sure about this, Haechannie.”

“Look, I don’t know why it’s such a big deal to you, we’re just going to pretend! Acting!” He exclaims as if that was the most normal thing a friend could ask another friend. “And you’re gonna be acting out a love scene with someone as hot as me. Consider yourself lucky.”

“Consider yourself dead.”

“Damn it, my audition is in two days and I really want to get this role!” He’s whining, tugging at your hand like a baby as he practically throws himself at your feet, graveling for your mercy. “You’re the only one who can help me with this. How can I act properly if I don’t have enough experience to perform a freaking bed scene?!”

“I don’t think actors who have to play dead have enough experience of, you know, being dead.”

“Excellent point.” Haechan stares at you blankly, unimpressed. “Do you hear yourself when you talk?”

“Do you?”

A few seconds passed by in silence with the two of you exchanging sinister glares until he finally surrenders with a prominent pout on his face. “Fine, if you don’t want to.” Haechan exhales dramatically, his shoulders sagging and when you don’t respond, he sighs again only louder this time. “I guess, I have to force Mark to make out with me. Again.” He sneaks a glance to see your reaction. “And have my face slapped with a Bible. Again.”

You wince at the thought. “How did you force him, exactly?”

“Just…” He timidly scratches his nose. “Kinda attacked him in his sleep.”

You nod in understanding even when it’s the most idiotic thing you’ve ever heard. “Well, maybe he would’ve been fine with it if you had taken him out for a nice dinner before that.”

Haechan smiles a little at your words, and even a little glimpse of it is contagious enough to make your own spread wider on your face. Small chuckles resonate through the air and he playfully bumps his shoulder against yours, his palm resting on your knuckles.

“On a more serious note,” Haechan says, “I know that asking you to rehearse a bed scene with me is too much and way out of line. But I swear, I’m not gonna touch you if you’re so uncomfortable with it. Won’t even hold your hand, I promise.” Then he notices he’s still holding your hand from earlier. He drops it immediately, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” It’s more than fine. His hand seems to fit yours in a way that nobody ever does but there’s no way you’re gonna tell him that. “So, we’re just gonna be practicing lines?”

“Exactly.” He rubs his nape, suddenly a bit bashful. “Well, I was hoping to at least kiss you—just to, you know, know how it’d feel like.”

“You’ve never kissed before?”

“I have, obviously.” He rolls his eyes, disgusted at your question. “I’m not a fucking virgin if that’s what you’re assuming.”

“Chill, don’t get your panties in a twist. Nah, I know you’re not a virgin from how many times you’ve had sex with yourself.”

“Hey!”

“But then, why do you need to practice? Can’t you just go straight to your castmates, and kiss the bejeezus out of them?”

Donghyuck runs a hand through his face. “It’s… I’ve never done it for a role,” he professes, faint blush blooming on his cheeks, “And the scene is supposed to be intimate and I’ve never… You know…”

You gesture at him to clarify more with your hands. “You’ve never…?”

“You know…” The color on his face turns brighter. “T-the thing.”

“What thing? Never made-out in public? Never had sex outdoor?” You act clueless just because you’re liking his reaction. “Never had a finger stuck in your ass? What? Please do enlighten me.”

“I’ve never been in love, you witch!” Haechan is adorable when he’s fuming. Nostrils blaring, eyebrows knitting together in an angry frown, scarlet cheeks all puffed out. He looks like a terribly pissed Pomeranian.

Man, if I could just take a picture. “Oh, okay. So have you had your finger stuck in your ass?”

“I swear to God—”

“Kidding. I know you have.” But even when Haechan is nearly ripping your cheeks apart from your face, your giggles are never-ending. “So, you’re nervous?” You snort, raising an eyebrow. “You, the obnoxious, desperate-for-attention Lee Haechan, are nervous?”

“Will you help me out or not?!”

You pretend like you’re contemplating about it when truth is, every part of your body and mind is just screaming what the heck are you waiting for? He’s asking you to rehearse a bed scene—a. bed. scene! And he said he wanted to kiss you, for God’s sake! So, really, what else is there to say but “Okay.”

Haechan widens his eyes. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You try your best to appear nonchalant. “But you’ll owe me a favor. A huge one.”

“Anything,” he instantly agrees, “As long as I’m not dead, you have my words.”

You’re not yet sure what you’re planning to ask him but seeing his enthusiasm, you know it’s going to be good. “Great. So, umm, do you want to do it now or…?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Here?”

“Wherever you want.”

“Man, you’re giving me too much power. I should’ve agreed to this way sooner.” You can practically feel your face splitting in half from how wide you’re grinning. “My room, then? I mean, a bed scene requires… a bed, right?”

Haechan laughs and even after two years, it still sounds like your most favorite thing in the world. “No, it doesn’t necessarily require a bed but sure.” He jumps out from the couch, taking you by the hand, and only by that, you can already feel your heart thumping a tad faster. But the second he walks into your room, he makes a face. “Why does it smell like something died in here?”

“Because something did die. Your dignity.”

The tickling fight doesn’t occur very often between you and Lee Haechan but once it starts, it means war.

***

“Okay, so…” Haechan hands you the script, already opened to show you a page filled with dialogues and short narratives. He scoots closer on the bed, his knee a few inches away from grazing yours as they dangle from the edge. “Just from the top of the page, here.” He points with his finger and you do a quick scan, trying to get a picture of the intimate scene you’re going to do. “So, a quick summary. Your character, Aeri, has been in love with my character, Donghyun. In the earlier scene, you’ve confessed your love to me but I rejected you because we’ve been friends for so long and I didn’t want to ruin what we have. But then, later on, some things happened and I ended up catching feelings for you and this is the part where I’m gonna be telling you how I really feel and then we start kissing and—”

“Then we have sex,” you utter in dismay, but butterflies are erupting from your stomach due to the anticipation.

“No,” Haechan corrects you, “We make love.”

“Is there any difference?”

“There are more feelings involved, not just out of sheer passion. It’s slower. Tender. Intimate.” And when he notices you raising a questioning brow at him, he sighs. “That thing you did with Jaemin? Fucking like bunnies? The opposite of that.”

You mock him by imitating his sigh exaggeratedly and receiving a flick on the nose in return. “Is it just me or is the script pretty lousy?”

He nods. “But they’ll pay you good money for this.”

“I thought the reason you became an actor was to create art not money.”

“When I’m rich, maybe. Right now, I gotta pay for my rent. And apparently, Jeno keeps chasing my ass, forcing me to pay him back. It was just a wagyu steak for fuck’s sake.” He grumbles to himself, momentarily distracted. “Anyway,” he cracks his neck, “I’ve memorized my lines. Wanna give it a go?”

“Okay, let’s try. I guess I’ll be fine if it’s just kissing. Even if it’s with you.” When in reality you’re only agreeing to this because it’s with him.

Haechan’s eyes gleam brighter, ears practically perking up like an excited puppy. “Really?”

“You’re that excited at the thought of kissing me?” You play smug but you could practically hear your heartbeat blasting through your ears. “What else have you been thinking about me?”

“I’m not excited at the thought of kissing you, dumbass,” he spits back, the spark in his eyes vanishes in an instant. “I’m excited that finally I can practice kissing scenes with someone who’s actually willing to do it, and not, you know, like with the back of my hand or something.”

“You…” Failing to hold back a grin, you burst out laughing. “You made out with your hand?”

It’s funny that even when his skin is golden as if it was kissed by the sun, it still shows vividly on his face whenever he blushes. “I didn’t mean it literally—”

“I can’t believe you made out with your hand.”

“Would you just—” He nearly suffocates you with your pillow but you quickly retaliate by kicking him in the stomach.

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes. “Man, that mental image of yours making out with your hand will live in my mind rent-free for as long as I live.” When you still can’t stop laughing, Haechan is practically baring his teeth. “Okay, I’m sorry. Let’s get this going. If it gets too uncomfortable for me, I’ll stop.”

“Of course.”

“At any time I want.”

“Your call.” He nods in agreement with the most serious expression you’ve ever seen him do; it almost doesn’t seem like him.

“Good,” you say. “Now, I’ve never acted once in my life so if you laugh at me, I will sneak into your room at night and pour hot coffee on your computer.”

There’s fear fleeting through his eyes but he gives another nod. “Deal.”

“All right…” You take a deep breath, willing your heart to stop hammering against your ribcages, and for once, focus more on the script instead of the shape of his pretty, pretty mouth. “What are you doing here?” You follow the script, voice a little bit shaky as you’re still embarrassed with everything you’re doing. Haechan closes his eyes and you’re about to throw a joke to tease him about actor Haechan coming alive but when he opens them and gazes at you, you sit still, frozen.

“I wanted to see you,” he says, voice so delicate, it startles you. He’s so serious about this that you don’t find the strength within you to tease him like how you usually do. Somehow, the little gestures he makes, the changes in his expression alter the air along with the tension in the room. Suddenly, it feels like you’re standing next to him under the spotlight, hundreds of pairs of eyes following your every movement.

“It’s—” You swallow your breath, tongue lays heavy in your mouth. “It's pouring outside, why are you—”

“I love you,” he vocalizes, his eyes gentle and heartbroken. His voice suddenly sounds a pitch lower, reverberating through the air until it sends goosebumps to the tiny hairs on your nape. He waits for your reply and you have to blink twice to slap yourself back to reality.

“W-what?”

“I’m sorry it took me this long to realize, but I do. I’m in love with you, hopelessly so.” He reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. Though he has pretty hands, his fingertips are not as soft as you had imagined them to be, but they feel better, feel real. His warmth is unfamiliar to your skin but it feels more pleasant than anything that ever touches you. “Maybe you’re unaware of this, but it kills me to know that I’ve hurt you because I simply couldn’t be brave enough to accept my feelings. The reason why I didn’t want us to be together was because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, not knowing that we could be something more.”

Haechan’s lines fit your situation so much that you wish he wasn’t acting. It’s amazing how he’s changing into an entirely different persona and yet, it feels so natural as if he has been that person all along. Your breathing gets heavier as you take a brief look at the script, searching for your lines. “This feels unreal…”

“Do you still love me?” Haechan lifts your face by the chin, his touch is paper-thin.

You wet your lips, head swirling. “But Donghyun—”

“Do you still love me?” He repeats, emphasizing with his tone. His eyes are peering into yours and you wonder maybe the quote eyes deeper than the sea refers to his gaze. “Or is it too late for me?” His thumb drifts to your lip, caressing your bottom one, your lip balm sticking to his skin.

“I do,” you reply. He’s so pretty. You’ve never taken a glance longer than a few seconds at his close-up face, but now that you’re in this close proximity, you can finally witness the two tiny moles on his cheek, the beautiful shape of his dark eyes, the delicate curve of his lips… “I do love you, Donghyuck.”

A few seconds of silence hangs in the air when Haechan stops, his eyebrows furrowing. “Umm—it’s Donghyun, actually.”

Fuck! “Right!” You nearly leap out of your bed, face aflame. “Donghyun! Of course! I don’t know why I said that. Donghyuck is your name, I know that—” Fuck, fuck, fuck, just fucking kill me. “Sorry, umm—nervous.”

Fortunately for you, Haechan buys your bluff. “Rookie mistake,” he chuckles and you exaggeratedly roll your eyes to play along. “Okay, let’s start over. Do you still love me?”

“I do,” you respond too rigidly, making him glance away so he won’t break into laughter. “I do love you, Donghyun. Dong-Hyun.”

“Good,” he improvises, as it’s not written in the script. He has a tiny smile on his face and you like to think that it’s just him doing a terrible job at hiding his amusement. But when he swats your bangs out of your eyes, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he seems like he’s seeing the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his whole life. The adoration in his eyes, his loving gaze—they are so vivid, they nearly consume you. “Because I don’t think I can resist this any longer…”

You’re lost in his eyes, lost in his touch, lost in his warmth. It’s until Haechan nudges his head slightly, indicating you to wake up, you’ve got a line to say, that you jolt, eyes hurriedly going down to the script, seeking your lines. “Umm—“ You flinch. You sound so jittery, it’s terrible. “R-resist what…?”

But Haechan doesn’t pay a mind that you just stuttered from saying two words. He doesn’t ask you to start over. Instead, he presses his forehead against yours, his breath mingling in the air and you can taste the scent of sandalwood and summer. Combined with his soft breathing, you’re almost stuck in a haze, just reeling in the feeling of how this man is now closer to you than he has ever been in the past two years and it’s better than anything you’ve ever imagined.

“Resist this,” he whispers and before you can look down to check whether you have more lines to say, Haechan dips his head, his lips brushing against yours, ever so faintly at first but when you gasp, he presses harder, framing your cheeks with both hands before he moves one down to your waist. Unlike his fingertips, his lips are soft—softer than silk or the cotton candy he once bought you. But it’s not the way they feel or the way he tastes that distract you the most. It’s the way he moves them, parting his lips slightly so he can blend with yours, your lower lip fits perfectly between his plump ones. It’s the way he sighs, so contentedly, as if kissing you was everything he ever wanted.

You close your eyes, hands reaching up to his collar, wanting to feel him more, wanting to touch him—

Haechan breaks away, placing both hands on your shoulders. “How was it?”

You’ve never had someone splash cold water on your face but you figure it might feel something like this. Your voice grows hoarse when you speak. “How was what?”

“The kiss!” Haechan’s eyes are filled with concern, analyzing your expression. “Was it romantic enough? Tender enough? Did it properly convey the desperation and longing my character feels for yours?”

You knew this was a bad idea. You fucking knew it. So, why are you still hurt when he acts like he feels exactly nothing by that kiss? This is just an acting lesson for him. You should have been prepared.

“It’s good,” you answer, averting your gaze and hiding your eyes behind your bangs. Your heart is still running a thousand miles an hour but somehow, it doesn’t feel as pleasant as before. “So, next scene—”

“Wait, are you okay?” Haechan asks, bending slightly to catch a glimpse of your face. “Was it too much? Do you want to stop?”

Truth is, you’re conflicted. You’re going to catch feelings—you most likely already are. But Haechan only treats you as a friend and nothing more, and this is the only chance you have to be this close to him. The temptation of continuing the kiss, to just hold him close for one more time, stands stronger than anything else so you say, “No. I promised you I’d help.”

He’s still unsure, eyes glinting in concern. “It’s okay if you want to stop, I—”

“Let’s just do the damn scene, Donghyuck.”

Haechan freezes on his seat, eyes searching yours as you now have the bravery to look at his face. Knowing you came on too strong, you try to ease it off with a smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry. It’s just my first time doing this—acting, I mean. Can we try again?”

He spends another few seconds trying to decipher the true meaning behind your smile but eventually nods his head at your command. He drags his finger back to the script. “Then, umm… Let’s start from here?”

You don’t even look at the page when you give affirmation. “Go.”

Haechan takes a moment to prepare himself and when your eyes meet each other again, he’s a different person once more. “The reason why I didn’t want us to be together was because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, not knowing that we could be something more.” His voice is so soothing, you almost forget that deep down you’re immensely upset knowing that the kiss didn’t have the same effects on him.

This time, when he frames your face with his palm, you lean into his touch, eyes never leaving his. “This feels unreal,” you say and for a second—just for a split second—you notice Haechan breaking out of character, surprised by the gentle expression on your face. Because you’re not acting out his script, you’re acting out on your feelings. It’s your only chance to be honest with him without forcing him to respond. So you pour all these feelings you have for him out in the open—ones that started from a mere physical attraction to something more as his presence grew bigger in your life, you’re acting out each and every one of them.

“Do…” He inhales sharply, trying to focus. “Do you still love me?” He’s doing the same thing as before, placing his thumb and index finger on your chin but before he can say his lines, you see how his eyes fall on your lips.

And you kiss him. You kiss him with everything you have, hands going to his face, fingers slipping between his strands, and Haechan gasps against your mouth, his fingers curling around your wrist. You know he’s about to push you away so you quickly murmur, “I do,” against his lips, breath stuttering, “I do love you.”

When you take his bottom lip between yours, teeth grazing against his supple skin, Haechan lets out an involuntary moan at the back of his throat. The butterflies in your stomach come alive, pumping a rush of adrenaline through your veins and suddenly, you’re brave enough to glide your tongue across his lip. His hold tightens around your wrist but instead of pushing you away, he tugs you closer and you fall into his chest, hands breaking free from his grip to wind around his neck. Your fingertips are scraping against his nape before they move upward to yank at the roots of his hair. “Fuck,” he breathes out, almost inaudibly, as if he didn’t mean to let the word slip from his mouth and it makes your heart jumps straight out of your chest. The second he responds properly, Haechan kisses like fire, all passion and urgency, and you really don’t mind being consumed by his flames.

His hands are on your waist, pulling you closer and closer until you’re almost sitting on his lap before he jolts awake, pushing you away so abruptly, you almost fall from the bed.

“I’m—We—” he stammers, looking everywhere but your eyes. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bruised and red from your kisses. “I think we should—I gotta go—“

He stands up from the bed like the sheets are catching on fire, picking his script from the floor and gathering all his belongings at once before he runs toward the door. He turns on his heels, wanting to say something to fix the goddamn situation, but when his eyes land on yours, his words vanish without a trace.

“I—I’ll call you later,” he finally says and doesn’t wait for your response. The front door closes with a thud.

And then silence comes to answer.

What just happened?

Your heart is thundering inside your chest, you’re starting to feel nauseous. What have I done? You keep asking over and over. You thought everything was going to be fine. He responded to your kiss earlier, didn’t he? You were sure you didn’t imagine the whole thing. But now he’s gone and you’re not sure whether he’s gonna come back as the same Haechan—the old, bratty but caring Lee Haechan. The one who snickers loudly when you fall face-first on the ground but always steals secret glances at you to make sure you're not hurt. The one who makes jokes about your love life but never forgets to show up at your apartment with a thoughtful gift right at the minute you turn a year older.

Things are not just gonna get awkward, they’re ruined.

When nearly half an hour has passed by and you’re still left alone in your apartment with no signs of him coming back, you’re about to go insane. You can’t stay still, walking back and forth your living room with the tip of your thumb between your teeth.

Should I chase after him and explain that it was just me trying to improvise? You hesitate with your hand lingering on the doorknob. But with your knees nearly giving up under your weight, you decide to stay put. It will probably just gonna make it worse. He’ll see through my lies, he always does.

You’re straying away to the kitchen, hands placed on the counter. You can feel your head spinning, stomach somersaulting. Damn it, why did I have to do that?! Why couldn’t I just—

The front door slams opened and Haechan barges in with his hair messy, ruffled by the wind, and his bangs sticking to his temple. Stunned, you stand still on your ground. Your heart is the only one that’s moving beyond control. His eyes scan your apartment until they land on yours and for an instant, everything seems to fade away.

“Fuck it,” he says, dropping his bag to the ground and making his way towards you in such a hurry, he nearly trips over his feet. “You’re not that good of an actor to be faking it.” Before you have the chance to even take a breath, Haechan’s lips are smashing against yours.

“Hae—” Haechan’s kiss is insane. So forceful that you can barely keep up, taking every bit of air directly from your lungs. He has you backed against the kitchen counter, the marbled edge digging into your skin. His hands frame your face, sliding against your cheek until they cup the backsides of your neck, his thumbs resting against your ears. You curl your fingers around his wrist, gasping, “Wait—”

He pulls away, lifting your face so you can’t bring your gaze anywhere else. “You like me?” His eyes are just as intense, begging for answers. “Please tell me I’m not imagining this.”

But behind that passion, his confidence is wavering. You can tell by his quivering breath, the little tremble running through his fingertips, and at that, you’re drowning in relief. You don’t think he’s that good of an actor to be faking this too.

“I do,” you admit, heart pounding so loudly that you can barely hear your own voice. “I like—”

His mouth is on yours again and it feels like he’s kissing you in a hundred different places at once. “Jesus Christ, why have you kept quiet about this for so long?” he says, tasting your breath and skin at the same time. “Two fucking years. We wasted two fucking years.”

The words this isn’t happening endlessly run through your head but all your senses scream that Haechan is really here, in your arms, his nails clawing against your shirt and there’s nothing left you want from this world.

When you reciprocate to him properly, your palms sliding up his chest, over his shoulder, until your arms circle his neck, Haechan sighs in content. His kisses grow slower—more relaxed—but deeper, his tongue peeking out shyly at first but not for long. He still tastes faintly like the coffee you made and something else entirely different. Something pleasant that’s just exactly how you’ve fantasized him to be, if not more.

He pulls away to catch his breath with his eyes still focusing on your lips, thumb rubbing your lower one. “Does this feel weird to you?” He whispers, his temple pressing against yours.

You’re intoxicated by his sweet scent though you’re not sure whether it’s the smell of his shampoo, his cologne, or just him altogether. “No,” and as soon as the word comes out, his lips are chasing after yours once more.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can stop.” He’s breathing heavily against your mouth as you are against his. With his fingers twisted in your hair, making a messy ponytail out of it, Haechan peppers open-mouthed kisses on your neck, tongue pressing against your pulsating vein and a whimper escapes your mouth.

Your dreams, your fantasies—they all fall pale in comparison to reality. When you vocalize his name, it almost sounds like a plead and Haechan slants his mouth back on yours again, giving you another taste as he is not satisfied with yours just yet. “Your lips taste amazing,” he breathes out and it’s so quiet, it seems like he’s intending to say the words in his head and not with his mouth. But as his words fall on your ears, they send tingles down your spine.

“So do yours,” you reply, attempting to make him blush in return but if he does, he doesn’t show much. “Never pegged you as a man who wears lip balm.”

You can feel his smirk directly with your skin. “I’m not wearing any.”

“You’re not?” You lightly giggle, swiping your tongue across his lower lip. “Then your lips do taste amazing.”

Haechan’s hand is slipping underneath your shirt, fingers hovering above your bra. “Guess there are still a lot of things you don’t know about me, huh?”

“I’ve got a hunch you’re about to teach me?”

“Only if you’re eager to learn.”

The kiss becomes heavier that you’re lost for words, entirely consumed by his passion, until he breaks away, muttering, “Off, off, off, off, off,” as he struggles to tear the fabric away from your body. You titter at his desperation, raising both hands to help him out of his misery. The second it’s off, he lifts you by the waist and places you down on the counter.

“I’m amazed you could lift me,” you coo, admiring the sight of his lean stomach as he pulls his shirt over his head. His silver necklace hangs loosely around his neck and you hook a finger around it to yank him back to you.

He doesn’t seem to be able to detach his lips from yours for too long, especially when you keep sneaking glances at his. So when he speaks again, his every word is painted directly to your skin. “It wasn’t easy.” He settles between your thighs, mouth latching against your collarbone. “You weigh a ton.”

“Yeah?” You bite your lip, holding back a moan as he sucks bruises on your neck, the edge of his fingers trailing over the seam of your bra. “Then you must be so strong.”

“I am, haven’t you noticed?” Haechan pulls away just to showcase a mischievous grin. “I work out, you know.”

You blurt out laughing. It’s not solely because of the mental image of Lee Haechan—a full-time gamer, Lee Haechan—doing push-ups seems so funny to you. It’s more about the way he wiggles his eyebrow, trying to be sexy about it when you know he’s the weakest one in your group. Flustered at your reaction, he flicks your nose. “What is so funny?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize though it doesn’t seem that much sincere with the way you’re still giggling at him. “It’s just that an hour ago we were two friends making fun of each other and now we’re here, in this position. I don’t know, it just feels surreal to me.”

An adorable pout blooms on his face. “I thought you said this didn’t feel weird.”

“No, it’s perfect. I want this.” You wrap the end of his necklace twice around your index finger. “I want you. It’s just… I’ve been imagining this to happen for such a long time and now that it’s happening, I’m feeling a lot of things at once.” You place a reassuring kiss on his temple. “I’m nervous.” This time landing one on his cheek. “I’m relieved.” When your lips hover above his, you notice him parting his own slightly in anticipation. “And it feels so good, I don’t ever want to stop. Even if that means we can’t go back to being friends.”

Haechan can’t form a response as you don’t let him, your mouth swallowing the tiny moans he emits. “We’ll talk about that later,” he hastily replies, “I still haven’t had enough of you yet.”

Without warning, he lifts you off the counter, making you yelp and wrap your legs around his waist for support. “Haechannie!” With you holding onto him, he takes a step forward, ignoring your call. “Where are you taking me—"

“Wait, no, back pain, back pain.” Both of you nearly tumble down to the ground from how he’s harshly placing you back to your feet, wincing at the ache erupting from the strained muscles in his spine. He’s groaning in pain, massaging his back with both hands. “Fuck, you’re really heavy!”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady.” You throw your slipper at him, missing his head just a few inches, laughing all the way. “What exactly were you trying to do?”

“I was trying to move us to the couch.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

“I was trying to be sexy.” He juts out his lower lip, and it takes all control of your body to not squeeze his cheeks from how adorable he looks.

“Honey, you are sexy, believe me, but you’re also weak as fuck. Consider hitting the gym for real next time and then carry me.”

“Shut up,” he sighs, holding out a hand for you to take. “To the couch, please? And maybe a massage after this ‘cause my back is killing me.”

Shaking your head in amusement, you take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and drag him over to the couch. He’s in the middle of asking, “Do you want me to be on top or—” when you push him down and straddle his lap without warning, legs tangling around his hips. “Oh, okay.”

You run a hand through his hair, pushing them back so you can witness the glow in his eyes. “You look sexier with your hair pushed back.” You love the way he stares at you, eyes half-lidded painted with lust and desire. And combined with your commentary, he now has his cheek tinted with red. “Do you have a problem with me being on top?”

His eyes quickly run down to the place where your denim shorts are riding up your thighs, your zipper pressing against his groin. With a noticeable gulp, he stutters out, “N-no.”

You smile, patting his cheek. “Good.”

The kiss starts slow as you focus more on moving your hands down his body. Haechan shivers a little when your palm is pressing against his bare chest, sliding down to his navel. When you pull back, raising a questioning brow at his reaction, he bashfully says, “Your hand’s cold,” looking like a nervous little boy who’s a stark contrast to how he usually behaves.

He’s so cute.

“Well, I know a way to warm you up.” You smirk, almost cringing when you hear your own words but Haechan seems to like it.

“Oooh,” he coos, grinning against your lips. “Are you offering what I think you’re offering?”

“I don’t know.” You kiss your way down from his jawline to his chest, pushing yourself off his lap so you can kneel on the floor, your fingers unbuckling his belt. “What do you think I’m offering?”

Haechan’s eyes are glowing with anticipation. He curves his fingers around the edge of his seat, wetting his lip nervously when you pull his zipper down. You release him from his boxer, stroking him to life and he sinks his nails further into the couch. A train of expletives breaks free from his mouth but he’s so quiet, you can only hear his ragged breathing.

But by the time you run your thumb over his slit, your hot breath hitting his sensitive skin, Haechan melts into a whimpering mess. “Please don’t tease,” he begs.

“I haven’t even started, Haechannie.” And he looks like he’s about to say something but it only turns into a mewl when you press a kiss to his tip. “You’re so cute,” you comment, and he shivers when the vibration of your voice meets his skin.

Haechan tries to act composed. “Of course I’m cute, it’s—”

You cut his line short by darting out your tongue, giving kitten licks at the side, smiling satisfyingly when his eyes meet yours. As you give him a little suck around his tip, he throws his head back, his lower lip between his teeth. “I—I said don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing you.” But you are. How can you not? He looks so fucking cute. You’ve never really enjoyed giving head before, especially when your opponent gets rough and ends up pushing too deep until you gag. But with Haechan, you feel like you can do this for hours. He’s so nervous and shy, doesn’t even dare to place his hand on your hair, and his reaction to every bit of your action is honest even when his words aren’t.

“Here.” You take one of his hands, moving it to your head. “You can use me as much as you want.”

“Use—” he crumbles at your choice of words. When you suddenly envelop him with your mouth, moving from the tip to the base in one quick motion, Haechan instinctively grabs a handful of your hair, flinching. “Goddamn, why are you so fucking hot?”

You giggle, sliding his cock out of your mouth with an obscene pop. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean your mouth. It’s so fucking warm.”

“So, you’re saying,” you dip your tongue into his slit, eyes seductively peering into his. “I’m not hot?”

“You’re—Fuck, fuck—” Haechan seethes, hips buckling when you bob your head down again, tongue pressing against his veins. Shivers run through his fingertips when he slips them between your locks, pushing your fringe back to have a good look at your face. You catch a glimpse of him, his lips unconsciously moving to form words that you can’t hear. So pretty, he seems to say, and the thought of it makes your stomach lurch in delight. Taking him completely in your mouth, you hollow your cheeks, swallowing around him. He tightens his hold around your hair, cheeks flushed and you expect him to hold you in place so he can thrust against your mouth but what he does is pull you away. “Stop, stop, stop, stop.”

Wiping a string of saliva away with the back of your hand, you ask with a frown. “Something’s wrong?”

Haechan hides his reddening face behind his fingers, quietly answering, “I was about to come.”

You hold back a grin. With a nonchalant hum, you dip your head down again, this time engulfing him until he hits the back of your throat.

“Jesus Christ.” His sanity is deteriorating, he can feel it.

“Don’t bring Lord’s name when I have your dick in my mouth, Haechannie. Mark would kill you if he knew.”

“Fuck Mark. Come here.” He rushes forward, forcibly pulling you up with both hands clamping your arms. When you follow his order, settling back down on top of his lap, he confesses with his lips grazing against the shell of your ear. “I really won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Despite your previous teasing and confidence, you squirm inside his arms, feeling warmth spreading from your chest to your cheek. “So I have these effects on you?”

He’s almost growling when he retorts, “You don’t even know.” Haechan pushes your bra strap until it falls off your shoulder, teeth marking your supple skin until you hiss in both pain and pleasure. He presses a softer kiss to soothe away the bruise. “Sorry, I… You’re gonna need to cover it up tomorrow.”

“It’s fine.” You stroke his cheek, tracing the tiny mole on his jawline. “Seems like you have a biting kink.”

He sheepishly chuckles, “I don’t know. But if you let me, I’d love to do that again.”

Something about him saying it in the most sincere way possible, almost too formal even, makes you crave more for him and everything he does. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want with me, Lee Donghyuck.”

Haechan swallows hard, barely has the bravery to look at you in the face after hearing your words and his real name tumbling out of your mouth. His fingers are now on the hem of your shorts, trembling a little bit. “Umm—may I?”

Helping him further, you stand on your knees, unclasping your bra first to his surprise and pulling your denim shorts and panties down to your thighs. Haechan watches with his eyes wide open, mouth parted in awe as he commits every bit of your curve and movement into memory. It feels so thrilling to be this wanted, to be ravished by his eyes, until you begin to struggle to push your clothing away from your legs.

“Need some help?” He asks, lips pursing as he tries to hide a grin.

You exhale loudly, detaching yourself from him. “Let me just—” You jump off his lap, standing back with your feet on the ground, and kicking the clothing away with annoyance—why in the world did you have to wear shorts this tight—and slap him in the chest when he’s chuckling at the sight.

“Maybe you should stop trying to be sexy too,” Haechan snickers.

“Shut up.” You crawl back into his lap. “Go back to staring dumbly at me like before. I’m naked.”

“I wasn’t staring like tha—oh,” he inhales sharply as you grind your heat against his cock, amazed at how warm you are despite your cold palms. The sensation of skin meeting skin feels much more different. There’s really no going back this time. Somehow, it feels dangerous, as if you’re doing something forbidden and it makes your skin crawl with excitement.

And by the look on his face, seems like he feels the same way.

“Lost for words?” You taunt him with a smirk, hands on his chest. “That’s new.” His glare is menacing but it falters away the second you rub your arousal against his.

His head falls to his shoulder, eyes tightly shut. “God, baby…”

There it is again. The funny feeling in your stomach. “Baby?” You simper though your heart is palpitating like crazy. “We’re moving on to giving each other pet names now?”

If he can blush any harder than this, he probably might but with the way you’re grinding shamelessly on his cock, letting him get a glimpse of how wet and warm you are, he’s all maxed-out.

His earlobe lays between your teeth when you whisper, “Shall we put it in?”

Haechan’s nails are sinking into the skin of your hips, both to hold you in place so you’ll stop torturing him and to press you down harder on his crotch. “I…” He’s so distracted, he can’t even think. The way the side of his length is pressing against your folds is pushing every little bit of self-control he has to the back of his head.

“Haechannie?” You giggle, moving your hips. “I kinda asked you a question here.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, please.” Haechan tries his very best to not sound that desperate for your touch but he is that desperate. “Wait—aren’t we—shouldn’t I wear a condom first?”

You blink, halting your movement. “You brought a condom with you?”

He nods as he leans forward, fingers searching frantically at the pocket of his jeans that hang low on his knees. “Here.”

“Why do you have a condom with you?”

“‘Cause I bought it downstairs just now.”

Your jaw grows slack at the realization. “Is that the reason why your hair was so messy and you were sweating when you barged in here? ‘Cause you ran downstairs, trying to find a condom?”

“I’m sorry, are you really complaining about this now?”

At the feeling of his member twitching underneath you, you sigh. “You’re right. Let’s discuss that later.”

It feels a bit awkward when you stand on your knees, giving him some space and wait until he finishes wrapping the rubber around himself. The silence that hangs between you is almost deafening that by the time he’s done and you fall back to his lap, sitting on his thighs, it feels like you have to start over again.

You diffidently smile. “Hey.”

Haechan is equally as embarrassed, mirroring your gesture. “Hi.”

“I guess we’re gonna have sex.”

“Guess so.”

Another few seconds pass by where you can only meet each other’s eyes, feeling your heartbeat racing louder and louder. It feels like you’re about to burst, honestly, but fortunately for you, Haechan leans in, his fingers tentatively caressing your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” He questions.

You melt under his gaze, his gentle touch, his honey-like voice. “Yes, please.”

Your lips start the connection and the rest of your body follows, fitting every curve of his perfectly like you were made for him. The way Haechan sighs against your mouth sends sparks of electricity all the way down to your toes and you don’t waste any more time. With his mouth latching on your breast, tongue flicking against your nipple, you lower yourself on him.

Haechan’s hold your waist tighter, eyebrows adjoined in the middle at the sensation, his moans muffled. He presses his spine back against the couch, admiring the sight of his member disappearing inch by inch into you. His eyes begin to droop when he’s completely sheathed inside, his bruised lips parted. He cups your cheek, kissing you softly on the corner of your mouth, making you shiver at the sudden tenderness. “I guess we are having sex,” he murmurs with a bashful smile.

You can’t help but laugh a little. “I guess so.”

It starts slow, with you placing both hands on his chest and him swallowing his breath at the sight of you moving up and down his length. You hiss slightly at the friction, adjusting to his size.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, tucking a few loose strands behind your ear.

“A little.” You reassure him with a grin. “Relax, you’re not gonna break me.”

You expect him to send back a snarky remark but what he does is press his forehead against yours. “You’re so warm,” he whispers, tasting the skin that connects your shoulder to your neck. Something about his words, his sensual kiss and his tender touch makes you squeeze your walls around him and he clutches harder around you. He glides his hands lower to your hips, silently urging you to pick up the pace and you follow.

Breathing heavily, Haechan has his thumb grazing your lower lip. “You have such a pretty mouth,” he professes as if he was in a trance.

You seductively bite his thumb, still working your hips. “You’re saying that ‘cause I just sucked your dick.”

“Yes, that too, but really.” It’s as if he’s staring at a work of art, eyes twinkling with admiration. Sometimes, when you’re hitting the right spot and quiver around him, a small moan escapes his lips and you feel him twitching inside you. “It’s—ah—It probably doesn’t sound sincere when I’m saying this now, but I’ve always thought you had a pretty mouth. And lips. I’ve thought about your lips a lot.”

“Yeah?” You mouth against the sensitive skin below his ear, sinking harder on his length. “What else do you like about me?”

“Y-your voice—” You can actually feel him shivering. “You have such a—fuck—I just—I really love your moans.”

You’re not sure whether he’s saying that because he’s so distracted with the way you’re breathing in his ear or he genuinely loves it. Either way, it’s a pleasure to know how much you’re affecting him with your actions. With a chuckle, you say, “You’re rambling, baby.”

“And your hair,” he adds, probably losing every bit of his self-control by this point. “I love your hair. Looks so soft.” Haechan cards his fingers through your strands. “Feels so soft.”

You hum in response, hoping that your flushed face doesn’t look as apparent as you think. “Anything else?”

“Your—” He shudders when you paint a mark under his collarbone. “Your ass.”

You stop, pulling away to give him a look and he whines at the loss. “My ass?”

“What—” The tips of his ears are turning red, steam practically coming out of them. “Why are you staring at me like that—you have a great ass!”

Teasing him is such a joy to you. “Then, let’s do it this way.” You part away from him, landing back on the carpeted floor so you can turn around, giving him the chance to ogle at your behind, before you ease yourself down onto his lap once more.

“Fuck—” Haechan’s hisses, his hands going down to your hips again. The new position doesn’t allow you to meet his eyes but with the way he’s whimpering behind you, fingers trailing over the curve of your ass, the sensation increases.

“You okay back there?” You taunt smugly, chuckling a bit because Haechan sounds like he’s losing it. His nails are sinking into your skin and you just know that’s gonna leave a nasty bruise tomorrow. “You seem like you’re enjoying this way too—“ You’re interrupted by your own moans when he suddenly has one hand massaging your breast and another one sliding down your stomach to find your clit. “W-wait, Haechannie—”

“You’re such a tease,” he breathily whispers into your ear, his chest pressing against your spine as he leans forward, pulling you into his embrace. “Isn’t that supposed to be my job?”

His fingers are rubbing you in circles, making your thighs tremble. “You’re right.” You move your hips harder, going out of rhythm with how fast you’re going and Haechan sinks his teeth to your shoulder again.

At the sound of his name departing your lips in the most sinful moan he’s ever heard, Haechan curses. “Shit, you’re not gonna let me enjoy this longer, are you?”

“There’s always a second round, Haechannie.” You smirk, raising your hips all the way up in intention to slam it back down again but Haechan catches you and pushes you forward until you land on the coffee table, stomach pressing flat against the wooden surface. “What—"

“There’s always a second round, right?” His lips are brushing against your ear as he positions himself behind you. “Then I’m going all out.”

When he slams his hips in one swift motion, hard and deep, he knocks all the air out of your lungs. “Wait—” You choke out, can barely keep up with his pace. “Oh God—”

“Now, now,” he coos, his hand finding its way to your throat, fingers pressing against your veins. He raises your face, his chest completing the dip of your spine. “Don’t bring God’s name when I’m fucking you like this, baby.”

You can’t even find the strength to retort, eyes shutting tightly until you see stars behind your eyelids. It almost feels unreal how fast he can go from being awkward and tentative about all of this to raw and wild within a few minutes but Haechan has always been fast adapting to new situations and you have been teasing him way too much. It’s about time that he snaps.

Haechan moves you down to the floor, forcing you to stand on all fours and you’re so glad you follow his lead. “Spread your knees. Bring your head down,” he instructs and you do as you’re told, extending your arms in front of you. Haechan has his hand on the dip of your shoulder blades, holding you still until you have no choice but to press your cheek against the carpeted floor, ass in the air. “Good girl,” he praises, kneeling behind you and rubbing his tip along your folds. “Ready, baby?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer.

With only a few minutes in, you know you’re getting close, you can feel it. He has switched from giving deep, hard thrusts to quick, shallow ones and it’s driving you insane. “H-Haechannie, I—” you whimper, “I’m close—”

And he knows it too, of course he does. He can tell by the way you’re clenching around him. But instead of going harder and driving you completely over the edge, Haechan suddenly laces his fingers with yours, his lips painting soft kisses from your nape down to your spine, his hips hitting another angle that feels just as amazing even when he slows down the pace. The intimacy surprises you as you don’t expect him to be this tender. Suddenly, it doesn’t feel like you’re doing this out of sheer passion. With his palm covering the back of your hand, fingers slipping between yours, somehow, everything feels more sentimental, stronger, crossing the lines.

With a moan of your name, Haechan flips you to your back, fingers framing your face, lips meeting lips as he thrusts back in, gasping against your mouth. “I want to see your face,” he says when he pulls away, his half-lidded eyes boring into yours, thumb slipping between your lips. “Not sure if I’ve told you this before but…” He snaps his hips, and you tangle your legs around them in response, fingernails digging into his upper arms. “You’re so beautiful.”

The knot in your stomach untangles without warning and your orgasm hits you so hard, you nearly sob at the sensation. With the way you’re quivering and squeezing around him, Haechan follows right after, his face sinking into the crook of your neck, hips stuttering as he rides out his own orgasm.

***

With his jeans back on and his used condom thrown away to the nearest trash bin, Haechan joins you back on the carpeted floor as you still haven’t found the strength to get up and get dressed after that. He shamelessly lays his body down on top of yours, his cheek pressing against the valley of your breasts. “I’m spent,” he mumbles, feeling drowsy.

“Haechannie?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re heavy.”

“I know.” But he doesn’t get up, only moving his head slightly to press a tiny kiss to your bare chest before he lies his head down over your heart again. You give up with a smile, wrapping your arms around him, fingertips stroking his hair. Haechan sighs contentedly under your touch. “Man, that was…”

“That was?”

“Amazing.” He props himself up on his elbows so he can meet your eyes. “You’re amazing.”

Your heart jolts at the sincerity in his words but you cooly smile back. “I know.”

“And I’m amazing too, I’m sure?”

“Meh,” you shrug. “Could be a little better but I’ll let you practice on me for free.”

“Jesus Christ.” He shakes his head, his strands tickling your nose. “I don’t even have the strength to join your banter. You know, I’ve always wondered since you’re pretty much shit at everything, there must be something you’re good at. But I never thought that something would turn out to be sex. I can’t even believe I’m saying this but you’re really, really amazing at it. I feel like I should give you a medal or something.”

“Thanks,” you flatly mutter. “Not sure if you’re praising me, though.”

“Oh, I am praising you, believe me. And you know me, I rarely praise.”

“Stop it,” you use your robotic voice. “You’re making me feel so special, I’m about to cry.”

Haechan playfully nips at your nose, forcing you to break off your act and laugh directly into his mouth. “Seriously,” he says, breaking off the kiss. “If I were to pay you for sex, I would give you everything I own. Even the clothes I’m wearing. Hell, I’d even sell my grandma but don’t tell her that.”

Your laughter has reduced into small giggles. “That’s comforting.”

“So…” The way Haechan is caressing your hair is so soft, almost like a mother to her sleeping child. “What should we do about this?” When you raise an eyebrow, he tensely adds, “Do you, umm… I mean, do you want to, like—”

“You’re rambling.”

“I know, God, I’m so nervous! I may look like a naughty, sexy bad boy—”

“No one is saying that—“

“But I actually suck at this—as in, I don’t really know how to date a girl.”

“You don’t even know how to talk to a girl, based on the conversations we’ve had,” you comment and you know it’s not helping but it’s worth seeing his adorable pout. “Then don’t date me. If it’s hard for you to date, then let’s just keep being friends—"

“But I want to continue this!” He says it so fast and firmly that you don’t even have time to feel hurt about your offer.

It’s not like you crave a relationship with him—you haven’t thought about it that far—even just holding him like this is enough for now, so the fact that he’s so excited to have this going makes your heart swells with joy. “Well then, we’ll be friends who have casual sex anytime we want,” you suggest.

He blinks twice, a bit amazed at your offer, but to your surprise, he seems rather… disappointed? “What happens if we start catching feelings?” He quietly asks.

“Then I guess we’ll start dating for real.”

“Then…” He runs a hand through his hair, nervous. “What happens if I already have feelings for you?”

He states it so quietly, it’s a miracle you can even hear him. “Do you want to date me, Haechannie?”

He looks away, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Do you want to date me?” He murmurs against your skin, unsure and flustered.

You heave the heaviest sigh you’ve ever done in your life. “You’re unbelievable. I’ll decide for us then. Starting now, we’re dating.”

He lifts his head, and if he were a puppy, he would’ve had his tail wagging behind him, even when his face doesn’t show much. “That easy?”

“That easy. What, you have something to complain about?”

“No.” He grins, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Hey, girlfriend.”

“Ugh, get off me, you’re gross.”

But no matter how hard you push your palm against his face, Haechan only giggles and turns you around so this time, you’re lying on his chest. “So,” he pushes a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “You like me, huh?”

“No, what makes you think that way?”

“Says the girl who just slept with me.”

“I slept with you ‘cause I was just curious about your dick. Jeno said you had a dick that was the size of his thumb.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Didn’t you see his InstaStory last night?” You reach up to gather your phone from the coffee table. “I took a screenshot of it actually. Man, you should’ve seen the comments. They’re hilarious.”

Snatching your phone away, Haechan runs his eyes along the words written on the screen. “That son of a bitch!”

Simpering, you sneak a peek under his boxer. “Well, he’s not wrong.”

“Oh, it’s on,” he deadpans, throwing your phone away and pushes you back down on the floor. His eyes glinting mischievously.

“What are you doing?” You’re still half-laughing when he brings your hands over your head, holding your wrists together with one hand as he settles between your thighs, his fingers hovering dangerously close.

“I’m gonna make you take your words back.” He wets his lip, one corner of his mouth turning upward. “Time for the second round, baby.”

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m-aster-of-spinjitzu · 3 years

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orange and gold

...I just need more Cole and Vania content, they seem like they'd be great friends.

Basically it's just 'Cole goes to visit her there, they almost burn down the kitchen, and make way too many puns', lol.

Set a few months after Master of the Mountain, but before Seabound or The Island.

Also yeah, I couldn't think of a better title, sue me- I just know that they wear one of the colours at some point, so... 🤦‍♀️😂

Trigger warnings: none I think? Huh-

Also, bingo!! I really need to learn better time management, dear freaking gosh- I hope I'm not too late though? I know it's like half a day late, eek- and I was supposed to post this earlier, but I ended up literally falling asleep while writing it😂

Thank you so much Fabro, for hosting such a cool event!:D Your comments on my fics literally never fail to make my day<3. And I'm so glad that I met so many awesome, really skilled people through this event too - it's been a lot of fun working alongside y'all:D, I wish I'd had more time to interact instead of posting stuff and vanishing lol, but exams be like:////

Prompt: cooking (does baking count as cooking? I realized too late lol-) from @ninjago-bingo 's warm board.

Word Count: 2497

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Trying to escape from killer dire-bats hadn't been on Cole's to do list today - although the mountains were kind of beautiful.

It was a bit difficult to see them while he was being dragged to his death, but hey, didn't Jay always tell them to be more positive?

That was, until he made the mistake of looking down.

Miles of snowcapped mountains touched the pastel blue sky, but he was more focused on exactly how high he was from the ground.

Great.

Trying to swing back onto the Bounty, he didn't notice a golden-winged blur shoot past the bat, almost dropping their spear in haste.

"Let my friend go, or I'll-"

"Vania?"

She throws the spear at the bird, successfully knocking one of its wings.

Huh. She must've been practicing - throwing with accuracy while flying seemed kinda difficult.

"I'm so sorry!" she replies, grabbing his arm before he fell down too. She winces at the strain on her wings, almost dropping him onto the deck. "I was supposed to come earlier, but there was an issue with one of the mines, and it took forever to-"

"There ain't anything in this world that's managed to kill me yet," he replies jokingly, checking that the autopilot hadn't been damaged. "I doubt an angry bird is going to be the first."

"Didn't you mention that you became a ghost once? Pretty sure that means you were dead-"

"Shh, that's not an important detail," he jokes.

"If you say so," she replies with a grin. "Did I mention that Chompy's been tearing down the palace flower arrangements again?"

"Send my regards to the gardener-"

"Did you just make a pun?"

"Remind me why I decided to visit you again?"

"Because you love me?" she asks stepping onto the ground as the Bounty landed gently.

"I hereby crown you as my platonic soulmate," Cole deadpans, taking her hand. "Vania and Cole-"

"Destined to annoy each other for eternity," she giggles, swinging their hands up and down. "But seriously - thanks. I don't think I realized how much work being a queen was."

"What's it like?"

"I mean - I'm glad that people trust me, and they come to me if they have a problem, but the paperwork is a nightmare. I never get to go outside anymore, I swear."

"Paperwork? Also, you just invited me here for a week. I don't wanna disturb you?"

"Nah, I cleared my schedule, don't worry. And trust me, you don't want to know. Everything requires some sort of official written thing, and it's so boring-"

"Official? But you're the queen?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't really want to change something unless it benefits the people. Not after..."

Her smile dims, eyes straying to the palace walls.

Oh- oh.

"You're nothing like him," Cole says firmly, squeezing her hand. "I mean, if you need to take a break, or you can make your job a bit easier by cutting out something unnecessary, that's just gonna help you become a better queen. You've definitely got the interests of your people at heart, and that's the most important thing, you know? And well, uh, everything seems to be going great so far - you don't have to beat yourself up over someone else's mistakes."

"Thanks," she replies softly, her smile slowly returning. "Speaking of breaks, what do you think we should do this time?"

"You could show me around the city again?"

"You've already seen everything cool," Vania giggles, skipping ahead of him. "We don't renovate much - unlike you guys-"

"Hey, it's not our fault that our city gets destroyed every few months-"

"More like every few days," she teases, tying back her golden hair. "How about we find some dragons to adopt?"

"Tempting, but where would you keep them?"

"They could sleep in my room-"

She breaks off when she notices him laughing. "What?"

"N- nothing," Cole replies, in between laughs. "Jay and I just made a bet."

"On what?"

"How many dragons you've adopted. I bet at least six, he bet fifteen."

"Well, jokes on both of you - I'm pretty sure my advisor's going to throw a fit if I show up with another one," she starts, giggling. "We've got twenty living in the palace right now."

"Twenty dragons?"

"They're so cute! You just look into their adorable little eyes," Vania pauses for breath, continuing her animated gesturing, "and you can't help but wanna hug them!"

"Oh, Jay's going to be so mad."

"Aww, I'm sorry guys. They're just too adorable!"

"...Wanna hear a funny story?"

"Yeah, sure!"

"I actually used to be terrified of dragons-"

"No way!" Vania exclaims. "Y'all have been on a lot of adventures though, so-"

"Nah, we used to have our own dragons at first. They were pretty cool! I just- I'm a simple guy! Huge animals with wings are scary up close when you're barely a teenager."

"Or when you're really short-"

"We're the same height!" Cole exclaims, facepalming in a bit of a fondly exasperated way.

"I'm two years younger than you-"

---

"Ugh, whose idea was this?"

"Yours," Vania grins, sitting down on the kitchen counter.

"You were supposed to help me, not leave me high and dry!" Cole accuses jokingly, staring at all the appliances they'd found in the cupboards.

"'One must always be prepared for new adventures,'" she quotes seamlessly, waving one of- what was his name again? Mulch something? Oh! Clutch! Some explorer he was, leaving them to die in the pyramid - Clutch Powers' books in the air.

"Fine," he sighs, staring at the old recipe book she'd found in one of their back cupboards. "But you've gotta help me? I almost burned down-" "Woah, what? If you finish that sentence with 'kitchen'-" "In my defense, Kai was playing a prank on me-" "In my defense, I wouldn't like to explain how the queen of Shintaro burnt down the palace by teaching one of her friends to cook," she grins, flipping through the pages. "What do you wanna start with?" "Something simple?" "Have you ever tried baking bread before? It's a lot of fun!" "I haven't really had the time, but that sounds kinda interesting."

He skims the recipe, raising his eyebrows. "Wait, why does this take hours? I thought you said it was simple?"

"Trust me, it is," she laughs, adding, "besides, I still wanna hear about all your adventures!" "Uh... okay," Cole replies hesitantly, "but if this fails, I'm so sorry." "Give yourself some credit, you guys literally saved the world! Multiple times!" "Bold of y'all to assume we know how we did it," he laughs, only half-kidding. "Besides. I botched soup once."

"I've botched toast," she mock-sighs, smiling. "Pretty sure that makes us even."

"Lemme get this straight. You've messed up toasting bread, but you can bake it from scratch?"

"Trust me, I don't know either," she giggles, trying to open a brightly coloured packet of... something? Did flour come in packets that small?

"Uh, why are you opening something called 'feast'?" he asks, eyebrows creased in confusion.

"Feast," she echoes, trying to stifle her laughter. "Off to a... rocky start, aren't we?"

It took him a second.

"I already regret this," he jokes, facepalming. "But I'd say that your puns are, uh, gold."

"I've un- unleashed-" breaking off, she half-falls off the counter, laughing so hard her face starts to go red, "a monster."

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"Uh, is it supposed to look like that?" Cole asks, frowning.

The mixture looked less like the dough he'd been expecting - more like one of Jay's inventions gone wrong.

Badly wrong, he thought, eyes widening at the goopy mess of foam that threatened to spill over the jug.

"The yeast?" Vania echoes, poking her head out of one of the cupboards. "Yeah, all good! It always looks a little gross, and you're gonna doubt ever eating bread again, but at least it doesn't taste like it's fermented-"

"It's what?"

"Yeah," she grimaces, exaggerating her disgust a bit. "If aliens ever fell from the sky, they'd think we were crazy for eating bread-"

"Aliens? I think we're a bit crazy!" Cole exclaims, trying not to laugh.

Vania smiles, then sighs, lugging a huge bag of flour onto the counter. "I can never open these bags properly," she starts, eyeing the the bag a bit warily, "and it always makes such a huge mess all over the kitchen. You'd think they'd make it easier for people to use, right? I swear-"

He jokingly puts his hands over his ears. "I can't hear you!" "But you know that I've sworn off swearing-" she replies, breaking off with a laugh. "Pun not intended - that actually made sense in my head. I swear!"

"No," Cole interjects with a grin, shaking his head. "You don't, remember?"

"See, this is why we're friends-"

"Friends? Is that all I am to you?"

"Oh, be quiet," she shoots back, exaggeratedly dragging a hand down her face. "I mean, sure, just because everyone thinks that we're dating doesn't mean that we-"

Wait. What?

"People think that we're dating?" he asks, clamping a hand over his mouth in a poor attempt to muffle his laughter. "I- I- really?"

"I know, right?"

"Even my friends thought so at first," he confesses, dragging a hand down his face. "I mean, as much as I love you-"

"I love you too," Vania replies, completely seriously. "Even if you'll always be more like an annoying-"

"Hey-"

"Sibling to me than anything else," she finishes, grabbing a pair of scissors. Cole watches, a little alarmed, as she stabs them into the flour bag over and over.

"Is it... supposed to be this difficult to just open the bag? Seems kinda stupid-"

"Well, er, they have this piece of paper with glue that you're supposed to pull away from the rest of the bag, but it never works properly and I-"

"Well, we could always make our own flour," Cole interjects, laughing. "I mean, I've got a scythe? Let's go!"

"Uh, but we don't have wheat growing here. I don't think it'd suit the climate very well?"

"Wheat a shame," Cole sighs jokingly, measuring out the flour (which had, finally, escaped the bag).

"Oh my gosh," Vania deadpans, "you did not just-"

"Yep, I did."

"You're horrible," she giggles, "then again, I was the one who started this whole debacle, so I think we'll share the blame."

"Debacle? Where'd you pick that one up from? Sounds kinda cool-"

"Oh, it's from a book someone wrote about you guys," Vania says casually, pouring a cup of water into the bowl.

"Hey, uh-" Cole starts hesitantly, twisting his fingers back and forth, then breaks off. "Why'd you read all that stuff about us, anyways? Adventure books don't really seem like something you read a lot, since we have similar favorite books. I mean..."

"Well, um..." Vania trails off, clearly uncomfortable. "Uh- I guess, well, it sounds kinda stupid, but I'd never really met anyone my age who wasn't a royal or something. I... er, I didn't want to be left out, you know?"

Cole thinks back to a scroll; a quest, a sacrifice. One that his friends never seemed to really notice, unless it was with horror or flinches. Not that he blamed them, but - joking about how he was much more useful to the team when he was freaking dead than he was before he'd stumbled and fell in the temple?

That had been a bit far, even for his best friend. Locks could always be picked or something, he didn't need to be a ghost to provide some sort of value-

Well, that's not completely true, is it? a small voice questions, and he can't keep his hands from shaking a little.

"Jay here thinks you're the least valuable ninja."

Not enough to be a performer. Now, not good enough to even be a ninja, apparently.

Well, he reminds himself firmly, you don't have to be the best - just stand up to those who are cruel and unjust.

Nothing but a scar that glowed warm orange occasionally left of the whole Cursed Realm ordeal, sometimes it was all too easy to forget - or pretend - that it had never even happened in the first place.

Other times, like when he'd dropped a glass of water on the floor and his hands hadn't stopped shaking for hours, or when he woke up screaming, expecting to fall through his bed again, it still felt like he was trapped as a ghost. Literally - and maybe a little figuratively as well.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

"Thanks for trusting me with that," he replies softly. "And I'm sorry. That sounds... horrible, but, honestly, you're a pretty cool person, and I ain't just saying that because we're friends. People can be awful, and they can- they can leave, but you don't need to pretend to be someone you're not for people to accept you. I kinda know what it's like, and it's... just, uh, not great."

"No, thank you," Vania says, rubbing her eyes. "You're pretty cool, too. And I'm glad that we become friends, even if wasn't in the- the, er, greatest circumstances."

"Right back at ya. The fall was pretty terrifying, though," Cole says casually, as if memories of that nightmarish plunge into the depths of earth don't still send shivers down his spine.

"No, definitely! I was so sure we were gonna splat onto the ground or something, thank gosh we didn't."

"Yeah..." Cole trails off, reading the recipe they'd been following. "Oh- do we just leave the bowl somewhere for a few hours now?"

"Oh, yeah," Vania answers. "Other than clean up the kitchen, what else do you wanna do?"

"That's kind of you, but, ah, I don't mind. You can choose something."

"I don't mind either," she replies, covering the bowl with a dishcloth. "Seriously, I don't."

"Same here though."

"Really, I don't mind-" Vania breaks off with a laugh, adding, "Well, actually, there is something."

She doesn't elaborate, thoughtfully gazing out the window.

"Well, what is it? Don't keep me in the dark."

"Ugh, it's kinda stupid-"

"I'm sure that it's not- well, unless you want to try to jump off a flying ship with a homemade parachute to prove a bet to someone-"

"Do I even wanna know?"

"...uh, probably not. We're way too crazy sometimes, our Master has a hard time keeping us in check. Your thing, though?"

"Can I give you a hug?"

Cole blinks for a second, expecting some sort of punchline.

"That's your thing?"

"Well, yeah- I mean, I said it was kinda stupid-"

"No no, that's not what I meant. You're so sweet - that's all."

"Well, not more than you-"

"Nah, you're sweeter-"

"Let's just call it a tie," Vania says with a smile, reaching over to give her friend a hug. "Thank you so much, I swear- well, no, I don't, but you know, anyways-"

"Yeah," Cole replies, laughing softly. "I know."

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lovee-infected · 4 years

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Macaroon anon I love you and how can I resist writing for such a great idea? I really wanted this piece to take place as Ciel was stuck in twst in my previous au but since I mentioned dorm leaders there it couldn't be really done...Rip

A twisted path ✨

~ Black butler x twisted wonderland ~

Feat : Mey-Rin , Bard & Finnian

Poor trio stay away in shock of not only his unexpectedly loud shout but also...eh...his appearance . Are they wrong or does this guy really look similar to master Ciel...?

Coming conscious still with his eyes closed , he hears some sounds around him:" He dead ?-""No I don't think he is, his chest is still moving" "Anyway what's this body doing hear at Phantomhive's mansion? If he's been stabbed or something it's going to be troublesome," "Na I guess this dude's just been really drunk y'all. Also...what's with the clothes ? Could it be that he's somewhat of an actor from nearby theaters ?" "Aye? Since when are the designs this messed up...- I guess we'd better get rid of it before mister Sebastian returns, maybe burry hi-"

Riddle freaks out as he hears this idiots wanting to burry him alive and immediately wakes up screaming at them to stay away.

Riddle on the other hand gazes upon what he just faced: a red haired haired maiden wearing a pair of glasses, a yellow haired boy with green pupils and a rather buff man with a toothpick in his mouth staring at him. " Ah- He a'live ! Man ya gotcha be more careful with drinking," the buff man chuckles. Riddle suddenly feels highly unsafe: Who are these people? And where am I? He's read NRC's maps enough to know that such a building is surely not a part of it , come along it's weird people. Was he kidnapped while asleep...?He pulls up his staff and starts threatening them with it , wanting them to immediately introduce themselves and explain what he was doing here- wherever it was-

Finnian tries to calm him down with a soft smile and a friendly attitude, but Riddle is strong at his point: He wants answers.

When he sees them all trying to calm him down with no explanations he gets mad : "OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!"

...What ? Wait-maybe try again:"Off with your-Heads!" ...Why isn't it working? Riddle stays still, the magic collars have to be around their neck but- they are not...?? There must've been a mistake: " Off with your heads - Off with your HEADS - OFF WITH YOUR HEADS DAMN IT-"

Mey-Rin, Finnian and Bard stare at their angry guest shouting nonsense and getting as red as a tomato, what is wrong with this guy..?

Riddle is furious and confused , what's the matter ? Is his magic blocked the same as that time Beans day? He doesn't know , and he doesn't like it

Riddle starts shouting at them asking what they've done to his magic and the poor guys just go...Huh ? Riddle keeps on getting redder and redder as if he's about to explode . He starts threatening them from reporting them to the head master to giving them to the official policies for kidnapping and neglecting his picture

Finnian then decides that maybe it's better to leave him to mister Sebastian and so : Picking up a huge branch and a striking it to his head , savage

Riddle passes out immediately whoops- maybe Finnian should have been softer-

They stay there gazing upon their... masterpiece . Finnian might have even broken his skull - Good god , what should they do now ? They must wait until mister Sebastian arrives ; But where is he now ?

Feat : Suma & Agni

"Pssssssst- Agniii...I guess he finally woke u-" " M- my prince , y-you sure that it was a good idea too bring a total stranger out of nowhere to our home ? I'd greatly appreciate it if you be more ca-"

Argh...what is with all noises around him ? He's told Ruggie a million times not to let anyone in his room whole he's taking a nap even if it's gonna be the grim reaper ; what are these brats doing here?

Leona rambles under lips and with a push he's awake : " Oi , you'd better know that I don't like having my naps ruined,"

Suma gasps at the sight of him being finally awake and tries to offer his unwanted guest a welcome hug which Leona rejects- Poor Suma

Leona isn't yet realizing what actually is going on , from not knowing that this isn't his room to the fact that he's now at more than 100 years ago in a whole different world ; ironic

Leona orders them to take this annoying conversation out of his room just to face Agni's locked expression : "Your room...?"

Taking a better look , Leona finally gets that this probably isn't his room and these people surely aren't from NRC

Sounds get echoed through his brain and he feels a small ache inside it . He rubs his head ...why does everything feel so strange ? Something is different ... could it be that he's still sleepy or..? Wait a second - Why can't he shake his tail ?

He immediately looks back to see if he's sit on his own tail but faces a terrifying scene : There is no tail . Is it cut off ????

and a newer fact flashes his brain : There are no ears either . But then how can he still here the sounds ? "P-please don't be", he begs . His hands shake as he brings them up to touch both sides of his head ; wishing not to find what he is looking for . And they are ! Human ears !A mild shiver is sent down his neck and he rushes to the mirror on the other side of the room just to face this nightmare with his own two eyes

He stares at the mirror with his eyes wide open and mouth as if he is going to shout . No...

Oh...nevermind . He has to calm down ; it's nothing but another fancy dream . He'll soon wake up and these will be all gone . Leona tries closing his eyes and cursing , wanting to wake up to sanity when he opens them again

Surprise : Nothing's changes . Two crappy brats still staring at him . Agni is now a bit suspicious but Suma on the other hand is really motivated : " Ahh~! Sorry if it's strange to sleep in the streets and wake up in bed- I just saw you laying there in a death like slumber and couldn't help but to bring you along ! Also , haven't we met before ? I'm pretty sure that I've seen your face somewhere before... Don't you happen to be from India ? "

Agni is really stressed out and keeps warning the young boy : " My prince ! He's now all conscious and fine , then I'd lead him out of he-"

"Prince , huh ?" Leona wasn't ever really interested in visiting ally kingdoms back at his home town so he barely got to meet any other princes , hm but to think that this cherishing child is actually a prince...man , the world has really changed

But he has no time for such games now , he has to find Ruggie or anyone else who may lead him out this insanity and return him his ears and tail

He asks for where he is - else than Suma's mansion - and the answer doesn't really do any help either . Where on the bloody hell is London ? And if these people found him laying in the streets when the heck did he even get here ? Well , doesn't really matter now , but where is NRC ?

Suma and Agni probably don't know where NRC is and Dire Crowley ? Suma wonders if this guy was the one who fooled him to buy a sick elephant which died a week after in india , but Agni is sure that neither him nor his prince have ever met a single soul named this

Leona is getting more and more pissed off wasting time chatting with these idiots so he takes his way out , ignoring Suma's begs for him to stay for lunch at least

He freezes just at the second he opens the exit doors and gazes upon the streets : Horses? carriages ? 19th century's clothing ? How long have these people been stuck in this lack of technology?

He feels like he now really needs to make a phone call but searching his pockets he finds both of them empty...those brats stole my-

He was close to getting hit by a carriage when someone shouts at him with a : " OUT OF WAY YOU SON OF A-"

He is now ready to get in a fight but a sound cuts him off : " LEONAAAA HELLP-!!!!!!" , this extremely annoying sound...what the heck is he doing here and : WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL HAS HE DONE NOW !!!????

Feat : Lau & Ran-Mao

Business tip nu 1 : Always keep calm , even if you end up losing all your magic powers in the surface without the possibility of returning to your original form or knowing where in the damn world you are : K-e-e-p-c-a-l-m

Thankfully , Azul's dope nature avoids him from going crazy during his stay in this...non-Twisted wonderland world

He had heard of theories explaining the possibility of other world's existence ; countless ones indeed . But to end up in one of them without any preparations ? He wasn't planning on that

Well nevermind , that cannot be helped now . let's look for a better way

Lack of facility , cultural deprivation and severe corruption ; is this how humans are ? No wonder the sea witch called them Poor unfortunate souls...

Enough with these people , he must now ignore all other disadvantages and take a look into beneficial sides of it...If he has ended up here , in this world and into this spot of the city there must be something linked to magic nearby ; even if he's surrounded by all these foolish people who haven't ever even seen real magic by their own eyes

Just as he's looking around , something catches his attention : a strange smell . Thanks to his family he's pretty good at following smells to their source and knowing what exactly they are : it's the pungent smell of Opium

He follows the smoke to its source and arrives to a bunch of stares going underground . A board is place next to the stares with something written on it : Opium Den

Azul isn't one to believe in superstitions but he is sometimes interested to take ambitious steps ; life sometimes brings you worthy surprises

Entering the shop , someone slightly grabs his arm . He turns his head to face a young, beautiful lady pulling his sleeve softly , eyes empty of any emotions . Without saying a word , Ran-Mao grabs his hat and coat and Azul thanks her , seems like he took the right path

His vision got a bit blurred as must of the air is filled with smoke , not that he isn't used to such atmospheres

" Why welcome to my place , sir . How may we service you today~ ? " a sound says from other side of the room . Azul turns back to face the source of all these smoke holding that young lady from before close , could she be her right arm woman or something ? She seems pretty obedient for one , which is nice

Azul introduces himself and takes a seat . He isn't going to get to his main point at the very first seconds ; he needs to make sure that he's come to the right person . He introduces himself as a businessman from a far away city , came to explore more of business tactics here in London . He offers Lau a small chat toward that , wanting him to give him more information on business if possible and return , he'd be given similar information about Azul's home town

While being considerably great at it , Lau isn't really interested in wasting time talking about business , all he ever cares in some sort of entertainment in whatever he does . Still , he agrees of playing this fake role for a short time . Although he knows that Azul isn't here for this either...

A few minutes pass and they both know that Azul doesn't really care to know how much a pork costs and either is Lau , so takes a serious step himself : " I see you're a man of business , Mr . Azul . I wonder what I you may be able to offer me in return ," Azul clarifies that he would get interesting information if he gives Azul good ones ; everything is clear and equal . "Then , I'm afraid that I've got not much to offer ," Lau sighs , but a small smirks appears of his lips : "But what would you say about some tea ? And maybe a small talk ? "

Lau isn't like others out there and that's pretty recognizable to Azul , but it doesn't make him the right person to trust either . He is continuing this conversation in hope of Lau leading him to the right person he is looking for , someone worthy of a greater contract . Lau lets out a sad sigh feeling sorry that he can't do much help , but he knows that who may do : A well-known friend , serving years working as a right arm man . Talented , well cultured , big on all issues including business : "I'm sure that you'll like him ,"

Well perhaps this thing's starting to work out for him : " Then by all means , lead me to this mister you speak of , Mr. Lau~" "With all pleasure . Bring him his coat and hat , sister " , Lau orders . Pleasure is always his first priority , but nothing would ever break rules of a contract ; He gives , he receives . Even taking him to Sebastian is counted but , he's already thought of that . This young man seems quite entertaining and when he first stepped into his shop Lau was expecting him , a spacial guest

Lau doesn't really care about superstitions , but still enjoys his ambitious steps . This guy had came to him just as expected and now , something about him tells Lau that getting him to Sebastian will bring him as well newer faces to meet...what an entertaining day it would be

Feat : Tanaka

Jamil is... about to lose his mind . Caught in a whole other world without a meaningful explanation of how he ended up here or why . Magic doesn't work and there is no certain way to scape this situation and make a return to NRC . But the worst thing about it remained certain : He is caught with Kalim

Why in the bloody hell does he always have to be hooked up with Kalim ? Parents forced him into it at childhood , headmaster orders to it at school and now , the world suddenly decides to abandon him together with Kalim ? If it's joke , that's a pretty lame one . Why does he have to live in the shadows of Kalim being the unworthy dorm leader ?

Now lost in the streets , not knowing where to go or who to contact , what a wonderful way to start a day

Kalim isn't liking it at all : dirty streets , loud and short tempered people , street fight and drunk men everywhere , the smell of death filling the air , this is horrible . Kalim is well aware of poverty and deprivation lasting for so long and even remaining until the very present day , but traveling back in time and space to face one of the most terrifying levels of it just isn't his thing . He feels sorry and odd at the same time : Is this how life behind of the walls of his royal castle looked like ? He wishes he could help it . He probably could if he was any linked to NRC right now

He keeps on telling Jamil how poor they look and wonder if there is a way to help...The world Kalim knows has elegant and colorful nights and days but this world...was all caught in a dead gray mist

Jamil doesn't say a word because he doesn't want to listen , Kalim can keep on daydreaming but he has to find a way back a.s.a.p . They can't leave Scarabia just on their own and everyone (including Kalim's Dad) must be really stressed out by now . He continues to look , but there isn't really anything helpful around them . People yelling at each other and smoking the shit out of themselves . Young ladies flirting as young men offer them a carriage ride and tourists staring at each and every building like they hadn't ever seen a place to live inside as if they've been living in a cave so far , huh

Jamil can no longer take it next to Kalim and eventually goes feral : " WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP !!?" He has no control over his words now , he's nervous , furious and freaked out . If he were to compare his mood to something similar he'd say the time he overblotted , just that he had his magic back then

Now Kalim as well gets into a fight with him . What the hell does this have to do with him ? Jamil has to calm down and be realistic unless they'll never find a way out ! Jamil states that if he grew up just enough to realize how terrible their current situation is , he would've had something better to do than showing mercy over some bunches of street rats

The two of them keep on arguing until someone cuts them of : " Hohoho young men ! What's with all these loud sounds ?"

They stop and turn back to face the source of this old , chill voice . Facing a tall , old man dressed in all black clothes which high-leveled servants would wear and a monocle , giving them a soft , calm smile

" Aa- nevermind grandps ! It wasn't like it seemed we were just talking ! Right Jamily ? " he says , putting a hand on Jamil's shoulder and giving a big , wide smile . "H-hey... don't call me that..." , Jamil doesn't like Kalim acting this chill ; but it is embarrassing to see that they actually called attention

"Hoho , better . Now tell me young men , could it be that you have a trouble ? You look awfully down ," Tanaka asks ; sounding just like a grandfather guiding his grandchildren

Kalim takes a look at Jamil , wondering if it's right to do what he's thinking of and Jamil in return , nods as a yes " Well sir , there you see we actually don't belong here yet to another-" Jamil cuts him off before he could mess the whole thing up : " -Another state , indeed ! We came here for some sort of a business trip and were supposed to be on our way back home by now but sadly , ran into thieves . Our families must be really worried for now and I doubt them being sure of us being hooked up here . We lost everything and have no way to contact anyone we know... only if someone nice enough could be found to help us with it right now ," Jamil dropped his head , trying to act as natural as possible . Kalim wants to remind him that this isn't right to lie someone who is trying to help them yet he wonders if he should let Jamil take care of this now , after all he was much of a worthier leader than him to be honest...

" That's so sad to hear dear boy , I'm sure that young master as well would've been really frustrated if he were here ," Tanaka replies . Oh ? Young master ? Jamil is now interested . Wherever this man came from , it can't be somewhere cheap , Jamil could tell . Leading them to a mightier source would be a better thing than just laying in the streets waiting for some miracle to save them right ? " Young master , you say ? " Kalim asks . " On the second thought , how about me introducing you to my master ? You're not much older than him I suppose , he as well needs to have more friends like you good men ," Tanaka says with a sweet smile . " That'll be so nice of you um , Mr...? " Jamil asks " Tanaka is fine young boys . And you? " " Jamil Viper ," " Kalim al Asim ! Glad to meet you Tanaka sir ! " Kalim says , bringing his hand for Tanaka to shake . Tanaka shakes hands with both of them and Jamil decides to make the process a bit faster : " I look forward to meeting this young master you say , Mr. Tanaka . It's always great to meet more men of culture ," Jamil sneakers . " Then by all means , follow me young men ," Tanaka says . With a sound of pop and some smoke , the tall man shrinks into a chibi version : " Ho , ho , ho ," " What the-!!!" Kalim panicks , no magic and yet this dude can shrink all of a sudden huh ?

" Ho ho," chibi Tanaka says before turning back and going to another direction . " I guess we should follow him," Jamil says . Kalim agrees and then , they're both following the chibi old man to the Phantomhive's mansion . Unaware of the two eyes watching them all this time : " Hihihi ~ they're quite interesting ,"

Feat : Grell Sutcliff & Ronald Knox

"Come oooon Ronald~ Shake your lazy ass and bring her along already..." " Oi senpai , that's mean ! This one's quite heavy-" "JUST SHUT UP AND DO THAT ! Don't you know it's rude to question ladies too much ? " " F-fine then , but at least give me a hand ! Have you even checked if she's dead !? " Heavy ? Dead ? She...? Vil isn't born to be disrespected like this . AND NOT A SINGLE SOUL GETS TO PULL HIM BY LEG WHEN HE'S ASLEEP

Vil immediately starts shouting at the Blondie , threating him that he'll regret it if he doesn't let go of him now . Ronald and Grell almost have a heart attack at Vil's chicken like screech which makes them jump

Vil snads up and glares at the two shinigamis : A really ugly female like one all dressed in red and a small blondie brat which looks like...eh..Azul ? Well nevermind ; doesn't matter now

What should he begin with ? Where he is ? Who these potatoes are and how they didn't recognize him being the leader of Pomefiore ? How perky they were to move him while asleep like this and ruin fabric of his overly expensive unforms ? Too many things to do

" Ah you're too loud ! My ears...Such an unexpected shout to hear from a man this hot I'd say..." Grell giggles . Vil's eyes widen , well of course he is beautiful but to be praised like that ? Ew , this is more of a insult ...

Vil decides to ignore Grell and get to the main point : Who they were and what they wanted . Grell smirks before preparing to give a 5 hour long opera show of shinigamis' romance but Ronald locks him on that point : They are shinigamis , they collect souls of the death , they had grabbed Vil because he looked a bit like the woman they were just going to collect yet didn't pay enough of attention to notice that they made a mistake , so they can all leave since they've got nothing to do with each other

Just before Ronald could get away Vil grabs him by collar , asking where they've brought him to . Grell clears that they just moved him by 30-40 meters from where they found him so it can't be really counted as bringing him to somewhere . Vil refuses to believe , wherever he is , it's way further than Pomefiore dorm or even NRC's accessable area ; that can't be . Vil threatens them one more time : " You refuse to tell , you'll end up dealing with the headmaster ," Grell and Ronald probably don't know who the headmaster is but Grell tries to take advantage : "Aaa? Is he one into punishing type ?" Vil is slowly getting annoyed by how weird this red one sounds to him ; To be honest he acts like an impatient porn star or something...

That's it , he's calling Crowley but uh , where is his phone ? Did he lose it ? Impossible . He'll never forget such an important thing to bring along ... Did these brats dare to steal his pockets....!? Vil asks them to give his phone and wallet back : now " Sir , you may like to know that human money brings no good for us and also , I'm afraid that I don't really know what you may mean by phone? " Ronald mumbles (Remember that phone isn't yet invited at their time ). Why don't this guy just let them go take care of their business ?

Vil hates it when people dare opposing him and doesn't ever take that lightly...who do these two think they are ? " Where is Night Raven College , answer or you'll face unpleasant consequences..." Is Vil challenging Grell ? Then Grell's more than ready to see what this human may have up his slave to speak to a shinigami like this : " And what may the consequences be...?" Vil gets tired , a small spell and this red ass bitch would be nothing but a toad , " I tried to warn you , you should've listened..."

Ahem , hello ? Magic ? Why isn't it working ? " Pffffffftttt- Lmao are you high or something man ? You just woke up !You'll be a great actor though I swear- You can drown in all that nonsense ," Grell laughs . " Well then hottie , I'm afraid we've got to go , see you when it's your time ~ " Grell turns to leave but Vil grabs him by collar . No one is leaving until they explain what the actual heck is going on : this place , the magic , everything

Grell on the other hand enjoyed flirting , but can't take being acted to like this . He pushes Vil back and gives him a psychotic smile , bringing up his chainsaw : " Wouldn't it be amazing if I cut those rushy tongue of yours at once ? fewer words , more of a male charm ," "Oh ?" magic may not work here , but they're not all Vil has got , he can still give this bitch guy a lesson without them : " Oi you two , this isn't really gonna workout-" Ronald mumbles but it's too late now -

Feat : Undertaker

At least he wakes up to a more suitable scene , or it seems so - His body couldn't move freely inside of this cage-like space . Is this a cuffin...? He has experience with them from his freshman year but to end up in one of them again ? Could it be that Crowley is planning on another fancy event like their first time ? Boy , he didn't like it anyway . He knocks the door trying to open it but if seems too heavy to be moved . Damnit- , he hears footsteps from the outside : " Someone there ? Why can't I open this ??" A sudden screech from out and the door slides open : " Ah thank yoUWAHAAAA- !!" Idia screams at the sight of the creepy stranger's smile at him ; he wasn't expecting this . Also , this place doesn't look like the mirror hall ? Who is this guy and where is this place ??

" Hihihi you weren't that dead I see , why waking up so soon though~ ?" , Undertaker giggles in his playful tone . Idia needs too many things to be explained to him but he just doesn't have the time , Crewel will burn him in acid if he gets any late for his class again and he doesn't care how weird his current situation is , he has to go

He gets out of the coffin and rushes to the door but Undertaker stops him there telling him not to show up out there so carelessly , which clearly confuses Idia . " Your hair...It is quite fascinating that curses remain strong even as magic gets blocked..." Undertaker adds . Idia is used to people judging him for his family misfortune but this one seemed quite...odd . He decides to ignore it and leave

" ~ Okies then I warned you , but you'll end up needing a real cuffin in a few minutes pwahahaaa-" , Undertaker burts into laughter and Idia leaves

" creepy ass old ma-" , Idia nags slowly before freezing as someone screams really-loudly right into his ears " HAIR ON FIRE , HIS HAIR IS ON FIRE !!" Before Idia can notice what is going on he's gained tens of gazes to himself , why are these guys all dressed so strangely...

" M-mummy is that a monster ? I'm scared..." " Stay away from our children you hellish creature ! " Idia freezes , critiques coming one after one : Demon , monster , Satan , Death . One option left : Run

Idia now has to run for his life , this world just isn't his thing : not at all . Even if it weren't because of being chased by a group of angry humans , do you think that he could last for even one day in this old fashioned zone ? No technology , no phones , no robots , no gummy bears , no wifi- He'd read about how different the world was before the invention of media and couldn't explain how thankful he was to never have to handle a second in the past world because he wouldn't last there for more than an hour- well he wasn't right about never ending up there but , he was 100% right about not lasting for more than an hour

Now there , he is running like he never has , begging his feet to help him this time out of any other time . Angry people screaming and bringing fire and weapons to destroy the evil

He tries to contact any possible source for help but : No magic - no internet . RIP Idia

Meanwhile Undertaker is chilling at his shop , his mind running over the cursed boy and now listening to the sound of the frightened people because of him , how pathetic , If only he had agreed to hide his hair through a safer way...sigh he should have listened to advises coming from someone who has been living within humans for years by hiding his identity as a shinigami as as his eyes... " My my , humans aren't the only fragile creatures I see..." creation can seem disturbing to him sometimes , and that's the best part with it

Back to Idia , he is slowly running out of breath . Well maybe this is the point where he has to give up ? He has long lived as a loser , bastard , procrastinator and wasted almost each and every second of his life ; well perhaps except Ortho , that was a nice work of him . Wish he was here too say goodbye . He isn't sure if his prayers would be accepted or not but it won't hurt trying : " Good gods who're told to be somewhere up there , I know that I wasn't best that I could be and I won't try to excuse my sins ; just please let it end fast, Ame- " he forgets his prayers as his guardian angel is standing just a few meters away from him ; oh have gods sent an identical twin - human version of Leona for him to be saved ? Well whatever now , he has no time if he's the original furry or not : "LEONAAAA HELLP-!!!!!!"

And yes , he is the original one ! He curses as he sees the population after Idia , what the hell is wrong with this world ? Idia hides behind his back and Leona tries to take control before they end up burning the two of them together : " You people , chill ," " Why you defending that creature ? He a a misfortune ! A demon !" others shout at this words in agreement . Leona laughs it off . He says that Idia is way too dumb for a demon and even if he is one , he's the type to scream his ass off when someone says "hi" . Idia doesn't know if Leona's defending him or not but he doesn't dare saying a word . Leona seems too busy dealing with the crowd and slowly , the argument topic switches from Idia to Leona ; who isn't afraid of punching some faces . The argument slowly takes over and no one (even Leona) realizes Idia sneaking into an alley saving his life . He feels a bit guilty for leaving Leona on his own but he'll be fine , hopefully

Thankfully the alley is deserted and he finally lays down to catch his breath , still panting heavily . He almost got killed today and can't get over it , but things were getting a bit comforting : "Meow~" several cats show up from the corners and Idia puts on a small smile . A white kittens comes closer and allows Idia to touch and comfort him . Idia wonders , how does their lives as a cat here feels ? do they as well get as scared as he was just now? . A few minutes later when Idia -and his cats- were chilling someone steps closer to them . Before Idia gets to run away , a tall , black and familiar face shows up and gives him a pretty calm smirk : " My my , I see you as well adore cats, could it be some part of our hellish natures ?"

"...J-Jade...?"

Feat : Ciel Phantomhive & Sebastian Michaelis

Let us be honest , it isn't going to be that bad for him , is it ? His current lifestyle at Valley of the thorns is nothing less than London's late 19th century , just maybe it had more of a natural theme . Well , no technology can be good news since he never really get used to it after all . London's atmosphere as well seem to be just his thing : Sometimes savage but calm , filled with tea parties and great ceremonies , an interesting back ground toward the royal family and in summary , Malleus's ideal theme

Well maybe except some things : 1) HORNS-ARE-GONE . His family treasure , the great heritage that proved him coming from the all great and respected Draconia family , now is gone 2) No need to mention that there is no sight of his fairy ears either- 3) Having his magic lost in this unknown world , he is now nothing different from a fragile human being , just as weak , just as empty , just as disgusting . Oh but our prince isn't totally left on his own here...

Unexpectedly , Phantomhive's mansion is serving a mysterious guest today , even though Ciel was against letting strangers inside the house . Sebastian insisted on being aware of the importance of hospitality as the Queen's watch dog , specially with special guests

Everything seems odd to Malleus , this world , this time , this people and...this master and butler . He is no fool , not even the foolishest of these humans would treat and cater strangers without wanting something in return , therefore he needs to keep his guard up . They shouldn't be aware of his actual identity even if they look deprived of any magic

Ciel is feeling awfully uncomfortable , who is this man ? And what the heck about him might have caught Sebastian's eyes ? This greedy demon wouldn't easily be impressed , so what could it be ?

Sebastian insists that it's how he should learn to treat everyone else if he's willing to be well remembered after death ; he pronounces the last word in a pretty deep , dark tone . Making it clear that how he'll finally die in a sarcastic way which teased Ciel

He decides not to have any argues with Sebastian on that point since he can act pretty cocky with stuff he gets stubborn over , so let's see what he's hiding up in sleeve this time . Though Ciel is suspicious of other stuff as well , this Mr... -whatever he is since he doesn't give them a name- looks like a pale - greenish version of Sebastian . Could he be another demon..?

Malleus refuses to give them a name due to possible risks , yet he has to admit that he's being taken care of properly . The room he's given isn't as big as the one in his castle , but is still considerable for something a stranger would be given . Other than that , anyone else he's met here so far seemed to be pretty chill , oh except this tiny child with a blindfold and he gets to be called young master ? He has to admit that he's impressed . To be in control of all this property when you aren't yet even tall enough to pick your favorite book from the shelf on your own

And there is another guy who is really...how to explain , is it some feeling of deja Vu or he really does look like Silver ? The guy is always talking to the snakes just as Silver talks to the birds and animals . If it weren't because of difference in eye color , perhaps Malleus wouldn't believe that he wasn't Sliver himself . " Your stay won't last much longer master , your friends are on their way here , says Donne ," Snake tells him . Malleus doesn't really know how to feel about him but his words comfort him for some reason...

Ciel says that he needs to check on the trio since they've been calling him all day so he heads to the front yard , leaving Sebastian and Malleus alone

Sebastian offers him some tea and Malleus of course sees no reason to refuse . Sebastian doesn't sit beside him because it's arrogant of servants to sit beside the guests , so he remains stood up . He doesn't bother starting a conversation with Malleus and he does know how to get him to speak . Malleus doesn't mind answering to...some of his questions . How he likes it here in London , if he needs anything else during his stay , but the last question made his eyes widen : Does he do feel any uncomfortable under the terms of not being able to use his powers ?

Malleus doesn't answer , he pretends that he didn't hear him and stares at the window . He is hoping it to help him ignore Sebastian , but what he sees isn't any better : Isn't that... Rosehearts laying there...??

Malleus has to go , not only because of getting rid of Sebastian at this point but to also check on his ally if he's alright or not : Did the butler know he too was here all the time ?

Sebastian just knows what was going on in his mind and wants better answers . Malleus stands up to leave but Sebastian takes grabs his arm before he could do anything : " No need to rush . We still have a lot to talk about , Mr. Draconia ,"

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Note for Idia's part : I was actually planning on Idea having his hair as well gone because , well , no magic no hair ? But that seemed too unfair for him lol

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #black butler #Sebastian Michaelis #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #Grell Sutcliff #jade leech #Vil Schoenheit #Jamil Viper #Riddle Rosehearts #Idia Shroud #Kalim al asim #Ciel Phantomhive #twst x Reader #twisted wonderland x black butler #twisted wonderland x reader #Undertaker

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a remedy for mondays 02 (m)

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➾ please read part 01 first!!

➾ summary: all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

➾ warnings: SMUT, risky unprotected sex (pls be safe!), one night stand, oral sex (m&f), cum fetish/ cum eating (m), creampies, public bj, impregnation kink, baby making dirty talk, switch jimin.

➾ a/n: happy monday (at least for me)!!!! the smut is finally here u guys... i feel like im making up for lost time lmaooo ok but real talk there’s a lot more to come in the future. once again, i wanna express my undying love for @jimlingss. without her, half of what's in this fic would not exist c:

love you guys. have a good week ahead 💓

The notifications are pouring in like crazy. Before this you didn’t even realise you had this many friends, but it seems like now everyone wants a piece of the congratulations-pie, everyone wants to share in on your good news.

Your sister has been calling and texting you non-stop to ask when your next checkup is, and if she can come along to see the ultrasound. Your mother has been leaving long, weepy voicemails begging you to call her back.

It’s all just too much, and its Monday again.

“Your performance has been awfully sub-par lately,” your manager sighs as she flips through your report. “I thought we went over this the last time we met? Where’s the analysis for the datasets I gave you last week?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll work harder,” you mumble under your breath, swallowing back the unfairness that tastes bitter in the back of your throat. Even though you’d spent what was remaining of your weekend churning out all the reports, it’s still not enough. Nothing will ever be enough for your slave driver of a manager.

“See that you do. You may go for now,” she dismisses you, and you leave her office.

You plop down at your desk with a heavy sigh, looking at your emails with no real motivation to do anything. Between the pressure at work and the whole mounting scandal of your supposed pregnancy, you are caught between a rock and a hard place. There’s no real solution to any of this. All you have to blame is yourself.

No, actually, your asshole boss is to blame. She sent you a set of painfully incomplete datasets last week, expecting you to get a full analysis out of them. When you wrote back to her that some data was missing, hence making it difficult for you to analyse, she just ignored your email.

Feeling your anger surge through our entire body, you pick up your mug and shove yourself out of your chair, muttering under your breath.

“What the fuck does she want me to do, magic the data out of thin air? Pull the data out of my ass?” Luckily everyone around you is too absorbed in their work to notice that you’re walking around and talking angrily to yourself.

You wash your cup with more vigour than necessary, scrubbing extra hard as you imagine that the surface of your cup is your boss’s face. You get back to your seat and set your cup down, breathing hard both from the exertion and the annoyance.

“I hit 200 mentions this morning,” Park Jimin remarks casually as he drops his briefcase on his desk and sinks into his chair. “I’ve never had this many notifications before.”

You shoot him an annoyed glare. “Not here!”

Gesturing for him to follow you, you scope out an empty meeting room and close the door. He comes in and sits on the desk with his arms crossed.

“So what are we going to-“

“Let’s have a baby.”

Park Jimin gapes at you, and if the situation weren’t this dire, you’d laugh about how someone so handsome can get caught off guard too. You run your eyes over his body, from the way his thighs look thicker as he perches on the edge of the desk, his slim biceps that show through his white dress shirt, and his dashing good looks. Why nothave a baby with Park Jimin? At this point, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to you.

“You’re not thinking straight are you?” Jimin cautions with his hands up, as if trying to ward off a raging, charging bull. “What happened? Did your manager give you hell again? You’re always cranky on Mondays.”

“I’m cranky, am I?” Your voice has a slight edge to it. “I’ll tell you why I’m cranky alright. My sister is texting me every two seconds asking if I’ve set up an appointment with the doctor yet. My mother is calling me every four seconds to tell me what she thinks our baby’s name should be-“

“Wait- really? But you haven’t gotten a single call in the whole time that you’ve been here…”

“I’m not getting a moment’s peace,” you whirl around on him with a slightly manic look on your face, and Park Jimin’s eyes widen even more, and he gulps in fear. “Let’s just have this fucking baby already.”

Jimin knows well enough not to engage someone when they’re in full on panic mode, so he lets you take a few deep breaths before speaking. Over the past few months, he’s grown pretty familiar with what your likes and dislikes are, particularly your preference for drowning your sorrows in alcohol. So maybe the next thing that he suggests is not the most rational, but fuck it, at this point, does it even matter anymore?

“You know what? Let’s ditch work early today and go for drinks.” Jimin watches your expression change immediately, and his heart seizes in relief.

But then a frown crosses your face. “Oh but I can’t, I have that fucking dataset to analyse…”

“Fuck it.” You’re shocked when the expletive leaves his lips; the normally reserved Park Jimin who always does all his work and makes sure to cross his ‘t’s and dot his ‘i’s. “It’s Monday. Who wants to work on a Monday?”

It feels like the two of you are doing something illegal when you lean to the side and catch Park Jimin’s eye at exactly 5pm on the dot. You already decided that leaving at the same time from your seats would be far too inconspicuous, so the plan is for you to pretend to go to the ladies’ washroom, which is in one direction, and for him to leave for the men’s about 10 minutes later, then meet at the taxi stand and hail a cab to get the hell out of this place.

It’s a whole rendezvous, and since you left earlier, you reach the taxi stand first; panting even though you haven’t done that much physical exercise to justify it at all. The minutes are ticking by; any time now any one of your coworkers could walk by and see you waiting for a taxi and immediately know that you’re leaving work early. But it’s even worse still if they happen to catch you and Park Jimin hopping into a cab together, so you only pray that your brainless coworkers are tied to their desks.

Not a second later, Park Jimin appears, his hair ruffled and his eyes shining behind his glasses with mirth. His lips are quirked into an excited smile as he waves down a cab, opens the door for you and gestures you in. The simple act of his, done without much thought at all, actually makes your heart skip a beat as you get in.

You can’t help but obsessively check over your shoulder to see if any of your co-workers just so happen to be around. It’s only when you clear the near vicinity of your workplace that your shoulders sag with relief, and even more so when the cab screeches to a stop, signalling that you’ve arrived. Jimin pays the driver without a word, refusing to accept your money as you clamber out of the cab after him.

It’s not the typical scene you would have found yourself at in your younger days. This bar is a lot more lowkey, the lighting is dim despite the fact that they haven’t even reached happy hour yet. It’s hard to make out anyone’s face inside, and you nearly lose sight of Jimin were it not for the fact that his hand is tightly grasping yours.

“What would you like to start off?” Jimin asks as you reach the bar. He turns to see you struggling to get on the high chair in your skirt and heels, and he reaches to steady the back of the chair so that it doesn’t tip over.

“Shots.” You declare. “I need to get wasted, and fast.”

Giving you a raised eyebrow, but not protesting in the least, Jimin turns to order and in that moment, gives you a really nice glimpse of his side profile. Somewhere along the taxi ride he had taken off his glasses and pushed his hair back, and unbuttoned his dress shirt a little more. You have to tear your eyes away from him when the bartender presents you with a tray of tequila shots with salt decorating the rim, and some finger food to go along with it.

You grab one and he follows suit.

“What should we toast to?” Park Jimin asks.

“To our baby,” you say with a slight laugh, and though you can feel the slightly weird look that the bartender gives you, you don’t really give a fuck. All that matters is that the only other person in here who knows the truth is Park Jimin, and he gives you a shared smile as you clink glasses.

The alcohol burns as it slides down your throat, and you immediately reach for another to chase it down. The tray clears out pretty quickly as Jimin matches you shot for shot, and every time you put down your glass, reality gets further and further away, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“So tell me,” Jimin says as he reaches for the ketchup bottle and uncaps it, pulling the bowl of truffle fries closer to him. “Was this always your dream?”

You stop him as he’s about to pour ketchup all over the top of the fries like a savage instead of doing it the normal way, on the side. “Dude, order your own fries if you’re gonna ruin them like that!”

“What, how is that weird? I’ve always done that!”

“You belong in a mental institution,” you fix him with a glare. “Anyway, was whatalways my dream?”

Jimin just shrugs and gives in as he takes a few fries from the bowl to dip, like a civilized person. “This job.”

“Was working at a desk job for 9 hours straight always my dream? Uh, I think not,” you chew on your fries. “Which child ever had a dream like that? Did youhave a dream like that?”

“Me? I wanted to be a policeman,” Jimin grins as he raises his clenched fists. “You know all that idealistic shit children believe in. Making a difference in the world. Catching all the bad guys. Things like that.”

“So you don’t believe in those things anymore?”

“No, I still believe in them,” he raises another shot to his lips and downs it with a grimace. “I just realised that things aren’t so black and white. There are bad guys everywhere, but sometimes you just can’t catch them. Sometimes they’re the ones in positions of power over you and you gotta live like that.”

You reach for another shot, but the tray is empty. Jimin signals the bartender to bring you a second round of drinks; a gin and tonic for you and a coke with vodka for him. The alcohol has your senses buzzing pleasantly, it feels like there’s a disconnect between your brain and your mouth, but you don’t actively object to it either. It feels nice to be able to tell someone things like this.

“I gave up on having a dream long ago. Not everyone is lucky enough to do what they like in life, and I already accepted that I’m not one of those people. And it’s okay.” You turn in your chair so that you are facing Jimin directly, though you have a bit of trouble because it seems like your body is disconnected from your brain.

Jimin helps you with a hand on your thigh that sends shockwaves through your entire body. His daring touch makes your heart speed up, and when he positions your chair so that his thighs are on the outside of yours, you can barely breathe as you look him in the eye. And then he leans forward, slowly, bit by bit, until you think he’s going to kiss you, but then he only takes a whiff of your alcohol laden breath.

“Come on. I should see you home. We still have work tomorrow.” His words brook no resistance as he helps you off the chair with an arm around your waist, and the alcohol seems to have taken effect on you faster than usual today, because you’re only capable of sinking into him, feeling his firm body against yours.

A cab pulls up to the entrance of the bar, and Jimin shields your head as you get into the car, barely having control over your limbs. You mutter your address to the driver, and over the ride home, the bumps and turns actually help you to sober up a little, but then you begin to notice the little things like how Park Jimin’s thighs are actually pretty thick.

And when he stretches forward to pay the driver again, you notice how nice his biceps are.

When he walks in front of you leading you with one hand, you notice how tight his ass looks in his pants.

As he waits for you to unlock your door, you feel his breath on the nape of your neck, and just the feeling of having his body this close to yours is just-

“So um, goodnight, it was fun, I guess,” Park Jimin is stuttering and stumbling over his words as he scratches the back of his neck. “We should do it again sometime. Ditch work, I mean.”

Oh fuck it all to hell, you think to yourself as you grab Park Jimin by the collar and pull him into you, your lips meeting and immediately, you taste the sweetness of the coke on his tongue. Park Jimin lets out an adorable little grunt of surprise, but his hands still wrap around you anyway, one around your waist and the other inching down towards your hip.

“We- shouldn’t be doing this,” Park Jimin pants in between kisses as you bite his lips roughly, and watching them become swollen with your kisses gives you a strange satisfaction that you’ve never experienced with anyone else.

But his rationality is impeded by the alcohol rushing through his bloodstream, but even more so than that, the feel of your soft body against him. So Park Jimin forgets what he was going to say next as you make him walk backwards in the direction of your bedroom.

“But we’re doing it anyway,” you tell him with flushed cheeks, and his hands agree with you as they climb up your body, reaching for the zipper on the side of your skirt.

He pulls your skirt off impatiently, but you won’t let him get away with it so easily as you fiddle with the buttons of his dress shirt, finally prising them apart to get a good look at his sleek chest muscles and his toned abdomen.

“Shit,” you swear under your breath. “When the fuck did you get those?”

Park Jimin looks smug as he pushes his shirt off his body, feeling his abs tense as you straddle his lap. “What do you mean? I’ve always had these.”

“I thought you were just some skimpy little nerd,” you huff at him in slight annoyance. It’s almost a little rude of him to spring it on you like this, suddenly turning from the computer geek nerd into a hot walking sex god.

“A nerd hot enough for you to have a one-night stand with,” Jimin throws back at you with a proud smirk, and irritated with his sudden overconfidence, you shut him up by grinding against the bulge in the front of his now too tight dress pants.

“That doesn’t count, I was panicking,” you try to defend yourself weakly, but Jimin ignores you in favour of mouthing against your neck, kissing his way down to your bra cups, which he pulls down with his teeth. As if to prove his point that you are having a one-night stand with him right now.

Jimin is fumbling with your bra at the same time you are trying to undo the button of his pants, and the whole affair is desperate; the two of you are half-sober and everything is a blur. All you know is, the next thing his pants are off, his cock is leaking on his stomach, and the desire to take him in your mouth is undeniable.

Your hand grasps him at his base, and he bucks his hips into you immediately, curses falling from his swollen lips. A few good strokes, and then you can’t wait anymore, your lips close around his head and the saltiness of him spreads across your tongue.

“Ahhh, fuck,” Jimin’s hands tangle themselves in your hair. “I- gu-ess we’re not co-workers anymore?”

Your mouth is too full of cock to respond as you sink down on him deeper, loosening your throat as your tongue teases the underside of him. Saliva is already dripping from the corners of your mouth to run down your chin, and you belatedly realise that your bra is still on; Jimin hadn’t managed to get it off. With one hand you reach behind you and undo the clasp, shrugging the bra off in a single movement as Jimin swears as if he just witnessed a miracle (he’s never actually seen any of the girls he’s been with do this.)

You pull yourself off his cock for a moment to give yourself a breather, resting the head of him against your chin as you look up at him. “Just ask yourself, Park. Would a co-worker be sucking your dick like this?”

And then your mouth is back on him; you feel his hands in your hair and his thighs trembling beneath you. His cock is leaking in your mouth, it is thick in your throat as you bob up and down, the sounds of you choking around his cock are filthy and wet.

“Stop!” Jimin sounds out with a gasp, his abs trembling from the amount of effort it takes him not to blow his load. “It- it’s been a while. I don’t wanna cum yet, please.”

His pleading, whiny voice that’s filled with desperation makes you reconsider. Maybe he isn’t a sex god after all; he just happens to have a good body. You pull away from his cock and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and Jimin pulls you forward to sit on his lap. His cock brushes against your stomach, and he can’t seem to keep his eyes off your breasts.

“Have you even done this before?” You mean it as a joke, but Park Jimin’s eyes widen in panic.

“What?! Of course I have!” He says defensively. “Let me eat you out and I’ll show you.”

He reaches for the waistband of your underwear, but you swat him away impatiently. “That’ll take too long. Just let me ride you and we can both cum.”

You push down your underwear in a single movement, not missing the way his eyes are drawn to how your arousal clings to the material. He helps you situate yourself on him with his hands around your waist, and you grab the base of his cock to start to guide him into you. But then, Park Jimin stops you.

“Make sure you’re wet enough?” He asks as he runs his fingers against your slit, though he pretty much already knows the answer just from seeing how soaked your panties were. He just wants to feel the evidence of your arousal for himself. His fingers come away sticky and soaked.

While Park Jimin is busy marvelling at how wet you are just from sucking his cock, you position the head of his cock at your entrance, and then you sink down slowly onto him. The stretch of him against your walls makes you dig your fingers into his shoulders, and likewise, Park Jimin’s fingers dig themselves into your waist as he moans out your name.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” Jimin barely manages to get out as you stop with a few more inches to go. “You didn’t answer my question earlier on.”

“What is it?” You grit your teeth as you position yourself on your knees, trying to work yourself into taking his entire cock. It had been a while since you last had dick, let alone one as thick as Park Jimin’s, but you aren’t a quitter by any means.

“We- we aren’t co-workers anymore, huh?” Jimin groans again as you squeeze his cock with your walls.

“For fuck’s sake, Park,” you growl at him as you start bouncing on his cock, each slap satisfying as he bottoms out inside you. “We stopped being co-workers the minute I publicised our one-night stand.”

Your hands are on his chest for better leverage as your hips grind on his cock to get him as deep as possible, alternating between up and down movements and side to side movements. Park Jimin has his hands on your hips to help guide you, but he realises you don’t need guidance, so he just sits back to let himself enjoy the visual spectacle that’s unfolding in front of him. You, with your cheeks flushed and breasts loose and bouncing because of his cock, riding him as if your life depends on it. Jimin looks down to where his cock disappears inside you, where your sweet thighs are flexing and working to get the both of you off. But it’s not quite enough.

“Turn around,” he begs. “Wanna see your ass too.”

“God, you’re so fucking weird, Park,” but you do it anyway, letting his cock slide out of you as you turn around and fold your knees under you so that your back faces him.

Jimin spreads his thighs just enough so that they frame your ass perfectly, his hand pressing against your lower back so that you arch and press your ass against him even more. Then he spreads your cheeks with one hand and guides his cock back into your warm depths with the other, groaning when you push back onto him and sit on his cock fully. Now every time you bounce on his cock, your ass jiggles deliciously, and as an ass man, Jimin appreciates this view so much that he tries his best to take a mental picture of this whole view with his mind.

His cock sliding into your pussy so easily since you’re so wet, the fleshy globes of your ass against his thighs as you fuck yourself back onto his cock.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” he warns you with his cheeks hot and abs tensing.

“Just cum already,” you huff in impatience as you turn your head to catch a glimpse of his already fucked out look, lips swollen and his hands on your ass as his cock twitches inside you.

With your permission, Jimin lets himself go as he feels his balls tense, cock releasing inside your sweet, warm pussy and filling you up all the way with his cum. He continues to watch your ass bounce on his cock to milk him dry of every drop, his hips thrusting upwards in an effort to prolong his pleasure. Once he can feel that he’s given you every drop of cum in his body, he places his hands on your ass and pushes you forward with cheeks spread so he can see how well he filled your pussy.

His softening cock starts to slide out from you, and Jimin can see his cum start to leak from your pussy almost immediately. To your benefit, you are giving him the fucking show of his life as you arch your back and lean forward, guided by his hands as you lower your upper body to the bed.

“Shit, oh fuck it,” Jimin mutters to himself as he pushes himself into a sitting position, then with both hands grasping the back of your thighs, he flips you over till you are on your ass, then pulls you with legs spread closer to him. The sight of your cream filled pussy is just too tempting to resist, and Jimin licks through your soaked folds as he savours your taste mixed with his.

He barely hears you squeak out his name in surprise as he continues to devour your creamed pussy, tongue around your clit in circles and fingers dipping into your cunt to tease out more of his cum from your depths. To his pleasure, his cum leaks from you in an ever steady stream as he eats you out; your thighs are shaking around his head as you cry out your pleasure till you lose track.

When you beg him to stop, thighs quivering from overstimulation and clit raw and abused, he raises his head and gives you a quick kiss to your inner thigh, collapsing onto the bed in pure exhaustion. Post high, you are both wiped out, and that’s how the two of you, who are most certainly notco-workers anymore, fall asleep.

Everything is too bright. And everything hurts, your throat is dry and again, everything hurts. You forget that you aren’t in your prime time anymore; that drinking is a night of fun followed by a morning of regret.

Though this morning, you have a lot more to regret than just alcohol.

You wake up with an alien arm around your waist, and frustrated by the unwanted physical contact, you toss it away with an annoyed grunt. Your elbow strikes out in the same direction, only to hit a solid, warm body beside you, and then your eyes shoot open as you sit straight up in bed.

Only to find a very naked, very passed out Park Jimin sleeping beside you.

“Holy fucking shit,” the realisation of exactly what happened last night hits you, and dread punches you in the stomach.

“Is it morning already?” Park Jimin buries his face into your sheets, his blonde hair sticks out in every direction. “Five more minutes, mom.”

Irritated that he’s yet to come to his senses, you kick his stupid, bubble butt, and he jerks awake, opening his eyes blearily. Once he takes in your expression, he closes them immediately.

“Can’t say that’s the best thing to wake up to in the morning,” Jimin says with his face buried in the sheets again, his voice muffled. “Nothing kills my morning wood faster than-“

“Get the fuck up, Park,” you hiss at him, clutching the sheets to your chest. “Come to your fucking senses!”

At the tone of urgency in your voice, Park Jimin finally shakes himself awake; he blinks slowly until he takes in the whole situation: you and him, supposedly co-workers, waking up together in the same bed, naked.

“Holy fuck, did we just…” Park Jimin glances down at his cock that lies limp against the side of his thigh, and the sticky, dried essence left behind. “Oh my god. We fucked.”

“We arefucked,” you correct him.

It seems as if whoever is running things up in the divine realm really has it out for you. Nursing a hangover as you walk into work, you try your best not to make eye contact with Park Jimin, which is easier said than done considering that he sits right opposite you.

So this is how it feels when two colleagues actuallyhave a one-night stand.

You run a hand through your hair in frustration, unable to focus on any of your tasks this morning.

“Hey, _____- whoa, are you feeling okay?” Kim Taehyung does a double take as he passes by your desk. “You look a little, um… under the weather. You feeling alright? Is it… how’s the baby? How many months are you again?”

Your face only pales even further as he brings up the non-existent baby, and with that, a realisation that the both of you didn’t use protection last night. Park Jimin seems to have arrived at the same realisation, because he makes eye contact with you for the first time that morning as he peeks out the side of his computer.

“I’m- I’m alright,” you manage a forced smile, wanting nothing more than for him to just fuck off already so that you can begin to process all this in peace and figure out exactly how screwed over you are.

“Well, if you say so,” Kim Taehyung says with a doubtful frown. “You know, _____, we actually have really great benefits for mothers. Even unwed mothers. I’d love to sit down and go through them with you one day if you could spare me the time. Wait actually, can I see your baby bump? I always thought they were the cutest-“

“I have to throw up,” you say without hesitation, and you stand up and push past him on your way to the restroom.

It’s not entirely a lie, since you do spend a good ten minutes praying at the porcelain altar, but no one has to know it was because of alcohol intoxication. When you finally flush and then rinse out your mouth at the sink, you open the door of the restroom to find Park Jimin waiting with a worried look on his face.

“Are you okay?” He starts, but then Jeongguk walks by you and shoots you both an admiring look.

“Lovebirds alert!” He sings out in that highly irritating voice of his as he dances down the aisle.

“No, I want to fucking die,” you mutter under your breath as you stare daggers into Jeongguk’s back.

“I need to ask you something,” Park Jimin says urgently as he glances around for any eavesdropping ears. He grasps your hand and tugs you into the nearest meeting room, and once he makes sure that the doors are locked securely, he turns to you again. “We used a condom last night right? We are responsible, working adults. We wouldn’t forget something as basic as that.”

You sink down onto a chair with a glum look on your face. “Impossible. We couldn’t have used a condom. I don’t have any condoms in my house.”

Park Jimin makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. “Well… then, you’re on birth control right?”

“It makes me gain weight like crazy. The only reason why I’m not a balloon right now is because I went off the pill years ago.”

There is a beat of silence as Park Jimin stares at you as if you’re pulling his leg. Then a random thought occurs to you that you could very well still end up being a balloon precisely becauseyou’re not on birth control right now.

“What about Plan B?” Jimin lights up, literally jumping out of his chair as he suggests it. “You could get it right now. I’ll drive you. We can say we’re going to the doctor’s for an appointment or something.”

The sobering reality sets in as you sit there in silence, and Park Jimin is still looking at you, waiting for your response. Only, you don’t quite know how to respond. The rational part of you should be jumping to your feet now and making him rush you to the nearest pharmacy, but then there’s a tiny voice in the back of your head that you can’t ignore.

This would solve all your problems.

Park Jimin is still waiting for your response, growing more and more antsy as the minutes tick by.

“Do you know how many people know about this baby?” You finally say.

Those were not the words Park Jimin was expecting to hear, and he does a double take. “Wh- what? What are you talking about?”

“Approximately 265 people,” you continue on, ignoring his cautious look. “Your family, my family, the whole company, my friends, my ex-boyfriend and his new wife-“

“You counted? Why would you do that?” Jimin groans as he runs his hands through his hair. “You didn’t have to remind me of how fucked we are and how many people we have to answer to. My Granny dug out my baby clothes from some godforsaken corner in the house and gave them to me last night.”

The mention of Jimin’s Granny fills you with guilt once more, and it makes the tiny voice grow a little louder, and you try to swallow back the awful feeling.

“Exactly. So why don’t we just… leave this up to chance. Just this once.” You keep glancing at Jimin to gauge his reaction, but the blonde haired man only stares back at you with the same serious expression on his face. “Plan B wouldn’t have worked anyway. I already ovulated this month.”

“Shit,” Jimin sighs as he collapses down into a chair. “So there’s an actual chance? That you could be pregnant right now? But I… I ate you out. Maybe I got most of it out from you.”

The both of you know that Jimin is simply grasping at straws now.

You just shrug silently as Jimin takes some time to let the reality of the situation sink in. Just then, your phone buzzes and you open the text from your sister who’s asking if she can accompany you to your ultrasounds. You groan audibly, and Jimin takes a peek over at your phone screen.

“Just this once,” he says, as if he’s really considering it as he watches the messages from your sister flood your screen. “But… will you be okay? If it really does happen, I mean. Are you okay with that?”

“I mean, I hate kids and all, if that’s what you’re asking.” You lock your phone and put it face down on the desk just so you don’t have to deal with that for a hot second. “But that aside, if it’s a cute kid, I guess I don’t mind. I mean… if the kid looked like you. I guess I don’t mind.”

You don’t know why it’s taking you so long to say what you really mean. It’s not like you to beat around the bushes like this, nor is it like you to be tripping over your own words like an idiot. But the gist of it still gets through anyway, by the look on Park Jimin’s face.

“I… I guess I wouldn’t mind either. Kids are cute.” Jimin says hesitantly, eyes constantly darting away from yours. “I mean, I’mcute. Obviously my kids would be cute.”

“Um. Okay then,” you say awkwardly, getting up and skirting around him to get to the door. “I guess… um… so… I’ll let you know. If anything happens.”

Jimin gets up with a resolute look on his face as he follows you to the door. “Yeah. Sure.”

The next Monday, everyone is off work for the afternoon because it’s the quarterly Healthy Lifestyle Day, where a poll is sent out to everyone to vote for the healthy bonding activity that their team should engage in. In actual fact, the poll is a scam since bowling wins every time, all because it’s well known that Bae Joohyun’s favourite pastime is bowling.

You endure the awful scents of sweat as you squeeze into your awful rented bowling shoes, grimace as you cram your fingers into the holes on the bowling ball, try not too hard to embarrass yourself as you bowl gutter after gutter. Your back is aching, face is sweaty and you are straight up not having a good time.

Bae Joohyun, on the other hand, is nailing strike after strike in her own lane, with her team of personal cheerleaders making a huge fuss every time she finishes her round. Those are the very group of people who are aiming for a promotion that year; the rest of you are just kind of milling about the other lanes and pretending to enjoy yourself.

You finish your round and plop down on the seat with a sigh, watching as Jeon Jeongguk takes his turn after you with a flourish as he launches his ball down the alley. It’s no secret that he too loves bowling, and he’s pretty good at it too, until Seokjin, one of those vying for a promotion, had to come over and tell him to tone down lest he beat Bae Joohyun’s score.

God forbid if that should happen.

Jeon Jeongguk is trying very hard to do his worst, and it’s actually kind of hilarious because you can literally see the veins in his neck as he strains, his body tensing as he shifts his posture so that his ball rolls into the gutter. The utter disappointment on his face as he strolls back, looking as if he’s about to cry.

“Better luck next time, Jeon,” you call out, feeling a little sorry for the boy with the bunny smile since it seems as if he really does enjoy bowling.

“Yeah, better luck next time!” Kim Taehyung yells out as he takes his time choosing his ball. He holds it in front of him and glances at you with a strange look on his face that immediately warns you to be on guard. “Hey, _____...”

“Yes?” Your voice is raised in suspicion, already not loving where this is going.

“I wanted to ask you this last week, but where is your bump?” Taehyung strokes the bowling ball with a reverence that makes you want to roll your eyes. Why the fuck do you work with weirdos? Taehyung eyes the bowling ball he’s carrying before he looks at you again. “Shouldn’t you be around this far along by now?”

You glance nervously at Jimin, who is in the other lane paired up with the Parenting team, laughing and smiling with this other girl who has long wavy hair that comes down to the middle of her back. But he’s currently too occupied with making her laugh, even helping her out with her bowling posture, to help you out of this hole, so you have to deal with this one yourself.

“The doctor said it’s a small baby,” you shrug as nonchalantly as you can, secretly marvelling at your own genius. “Some people don’t show until the 8thor 9thmonth, you know. It’s perfectly normal. Every pregnancy is different.”

You even sound knowledgeable to your own ears. Taehyung looks convinced by your story, but then he decides to put the bowling ball under his shirt for some inane reason, drawing more attention to himself as your coworkers start to notice.

“Hey Park! Look, I’m your girlfriend!” Taehyung yells and you stand up in horror.

“What the fuck, are you fucking high?” You hiss at him, trying to get him to take the ball out without dropping it on his own foot. “Stop fucking around! Bae Joohyun is here!”

Her name gets him to sober up a little, though it’s already too late because Namjoon from HR is strolling over with an amused look on his face, having sat out the bowling because of his injured finger (he’s always injuring some part of his body because of his clumsiness).

“Hey _____, how’s the baby? Don’t mind if I feel the bump? Is the baby kicking yet?” He says with an excited look on his face. “My sister felt her kicks early. It was the most magical thing.”

“Uh… no, not yet,” you laugh weakly and wave his hand away. “It’s a very small baby for now, so…”

“Oh come on, I’m sure there’s been a flutter or two here and there!” Namjoon insists with his eyes bright, and Taehyung nods vigorously.

“C’mon, just let us feel the bump?” Taehyung begs with his hands clasped together, and you glance around furtively. The two of them won’t seem to stop going on and on about this baby, but if you just let them touch your stomach maybe they’ll be satisfied. It can’t hurt, it’s not like they have ultrasounds for hands.

“Fine,” you sigh as you tense your stomach a little. You don’t have the flattest stomach, but it’s certainly not as pronounced as it should be this far into pregnancy. But it’s harmless, they won’t be able to feel anything, and-

“Oh my god, I think the baby just kicked!” Namjoon exclaims with his hand on your lower abdomen, and you frown in distress. “There! Right there! I felt it! Taehyung, did you feel it too?”

Namjoon removes his hand and urges Taehyung to take his place, which the latter does without hesitation. You’re just about to protest that this touchy feely session has gone on for a tad too long, but then Taehyung’s face lights up.

“You’re right! I felt it too! Oh my god ______, your baby kicked!”

He says this last sentence with a booming voice that echoes throughout the bowling alley, and you wish the ground would just open up and swallow you whole. More and more people are turning to look at you now, including total strangers not from your company, and even Jimin and the pretty girl he’s with are turning to you.

Namjoon and Taehyung are absolutely wrecking you today. Luckily Jeon Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be in the mood to join in, seeing as he’s seated on the far end of the sofa soaking up his own misery.

Your cheeks are burning as you feel the burrito from lunch announcing its presence, but you paste on a shaky smile and add on to your credibility with a nervous laugh. “Oh wow… um, that’s the baby, y-yeah it is! The kicks have been so tiny I barely noticed!”

Namjoon is literally clapping his hands with glee. “Where’s Park? He needs to witness this moment! He’s your baby daddy!”

Taehyung glances around till he catches a glimpse of Jimin and the pretty girl with the wavy hair, and then he grimaces. “Woah, looks like you got some competition huh? Better up your game, if you know what I mean. I saw them getting pretty up close and personal just now. Park was teaching her how to hold a bowling ball. I mean, who the fuck needs to learn that?”

“She can hold my balls if she wants,” Namjoon snickers, but then his face straightens when you glare at him. “It was a joke. Sorry. Please don’t report me to HR for sexual harassment.”

Sometimes you just want to quit your job. Not because of Bae Joohyun, but because of your fucking idiotic coworkers.

“Namjoon, you areHR,” you hiss at him with barely concealed patience.

Taehyung continues as if you’d asked for advice on your sex life with your non-existent baby daddy. “A little pregnancy sex never hurt anyone.”

You can’t quite concentrate on what he’s saying as you glance over at Jimin and his new girl turning their attention back to bowling, him picking out a ball and handing it to her, their hands brushing and the girl giggling. Your attention is focused on them, how Jimin stands behind her as she gets ready to bowl, the way she bends over and practically flashes the whole alley in her short skirt.

Meanwhile, Taehyung is still going on as if you’d asked about his sexual preferences. “Some men find it hot. I, in fact, would love to knock a chick up and then keep fucking her after. Something about that primal instinct, you know?”

When the girl hits five pins, she turns to Jimin with a squeal and raises her hands for a high five. Jimin returns it with a happy grin, but then somehow the whole affair escalates into a hug, and you frown.

“Shut up, Taehyung,” you are taking out your anger on him, but this stupid punk sure as hell deserves it anyway.

Taehyung holds up two hands at your sudden burst of anger. “Woah, I was only giving suggestions. Trying to help here.”

You leave him, still fuming and wanting nothing more than to get out of these fucking uncomfortable shoes. In actual fact, you have no idea why you’re this worked up. It’s not like you and Park Jimin have this exclusive agreement together. He’s free to flirt with anyone he likes.

But really, her? With the flippy hair and obnoxious voice? And while you’re supposed to be pregnant with his baby too? He’s practically cheating on you openly!! Never mind that you aren’t actually knocked up with his kid. It’s the principle of it all.

By the time you reach the counter to exchange your token for your locker key, your expression must have evolved into something truly frightening, because the poor girl manning the counter squeaks at you in fear when you bark out your locker number at her.

When you’re done changing your shoes, you head into the washroom for a bit to splash some water on your face so that you can cool down, and also to check if your period is here, but it’s not. A few minutes later when you leave, you find Park Jimin waiting outside, still in his bowling shoes, his cheeks flushed with exertion and his hair ruffled out of place.

“Are you okay?” He asks, then clears his throat. “I mean; did anything happen? While you were in there? Did your period come?”

You feel the urge to brush past him in annoyance. The whole of last week, the two of you had avoided each other; on one hand you were completely swamped with work, but on the other hand, there is also this awkwardness in between you that hadn’t existed before that fateful night. You still hadn’t directly addressed it yet, only skirted around the topic in hems and haws.

“No it didn’t,” you say, your voice small all of a sudden. “Who’s that girl in your lane?”

“Oh, Seulgi from Divorce Support,” Jimin says. “I was just teaching her how to bowl.”

There’s another awkward silence as the two of you avoid eye contact, and then you hear Seulgi’s high pitched voice calling Jimin’s name, asking him to come back and help her score another strike. Jimin is just about to respond back to her, but then you grab his collar and pull him into the secluded space just behind the female toilets, shutting him up with your lips on his.

His protests soon turn to muffled moans against you, and his hands come to circle your waist somewhat hesitantly, but the intention alone is enough for you. Breaking apart for air, you finally get a glimpse of how sinful Park Jimin looks, and flashbacks from that night revisit you once more. Plush, swollen lips parted mid gasp, cheeks red and flushed and his eyes that can’t stop devouring you whole.

“You should be teaching mehow to bowl,” you push him up against the wall for added emphasis. “I’m the one you knocked up, not her.”

Jimin gulps nervously as he feels your body press against him, and all the blood rushing down south that will soon make itself known against your lower belly. He tries to put a little bit of space in between your bodies so that he won’t embarrass himself, but you are relentless, pressing your breasts into his chest as your hand makes its way to the front of his pants.

“Yo-you aren’t really knocked up,” Jimin tries to protest weakly as you grab a handful of him, and he hardens immediately.

“I could be,” you shoot back. Aware that you don’t have much time, you pull down the zipper on his dress pants and reach inside to grope him lewdly over his underwear. “You knocked me up with your cock right here. Came inside me and filled me up so good.”

“Shit,” Jimin is panting harshly against your neck now, his hips twitching involuntarily as he feels himself soak the front of his underwear. “Wh-what’s got into you?”

“Your cum,” you say simply, watching his eyes widen again as you sink down to your knees, pulling his underwear the rest of the way down to expose the leaking head of his cock. In your previous one-night stand (the actual one), you regrettably didn’t have a chance to admire him properly, but now you’re going to make up for it.

His cock is thick from base to tip, the head of it already red and angry. You can feel your jaw ache just with the thought of deepthroating him all the way, yet you don’t even care if it’d make Park Jimin feel good.

Pushing his cock to lie flat on his belly, you give the underside a long, salacious lick that has Jimin gasping and sobbing already. You start from the bottom again and maintain eye contact as you kitten lick your way to his head again, and then you take him whole into your warm mouth, suckling him as his hands find their way into your hair.

“We- we can’t do this, we’re at work,” Jimin pants, his actions contradictory as his hip surge forward to chase the warmth of your mouth. All it does is showcase his less than ideal willpower when it comes to you.

“What would your Granny say? If she saw you flirting with another girl while the one you knocked up watches?” You squeeze his cock hard, causing Jimin to buck his hips with a groan.

“Pl-please don’t talk about my Granny when you’re sucking my cock,” Jimin protests as he pushes your head further down on his cock.

You let him push his cock down your throat, relaxing and breathing through your nose as you take him for a few seconds. Then you pull back with a wet, sloppy sound, his cock covered in your saliva and precum that drips onto your blouse as you swallow and breathe. “We aren’t at work right now. We’re at a bowling alley.”

And then your mouth is back on his cock, bobbing up and down as you give him the suck of his life, his taste salty on your tongue. One hand wraps around his girthy base as you suck the rest of him, and the other hand comes up to play with his balls. Jimin is all curses and breathy pants above you, his thick thighs trembling with pleasure as he struggles not to lose his balance, nor his load.

“Like it when I play with your balls like this, hmmm?” You pull yourself off his cock to watch the effect your words have on him, tugging on his balls that feel tight and heavy as you jerk him off with the other hand. “When was the last time you came, Minnie?”

The pretty column of his neck is drenched with sweat as he throws his head back against the wall, cock twitching in your grasp as Jimin struggles not to cum. The nickname makes his knees go weak and his voice is lost somewhere in his chest.

When he still doesn’t answer you, you turn and sink your teeth into his fleshy inner thigh, causing him to whine sharply.

“I’m waiting for an answer, Minnie.”

“L-last week,” he gasps out. “Wi-with you.”

“Someone’s been a good boy,” you resume your strokes of his cock as you lick his balls, causing his thighs to clench in response. “Are you sure you haven’t cum since? Didn’t stroke your cock like a dirty pervert and make a mess of yourself with your cum?”

“I-I promise, I didn’t!” Jimin peers down at you in the haze of his desperation and lust, only to see his precum coating your chin, red lipstick smeared all over, but yet you’ve never looked prettier.

Satisfied with his answer, and also how fucked out he looks within such a short span of you getting your mouth on his cock, you wrap your lips around his head again as you jerk the rest of him off, still cradling his balls with your other hand.

“I’m gonna cum,” comes Jimin’s half plea, half warning.

You double your efforts at jerking him off, opening your mouth to show him the head of his cock as it rests heavy on your tongue. That’s all it takes for Jimin to lose his load, his balls pulsing under your grasp as pretty white ropes of cum shoot decorate your tongue. Jimin can’t quite keep his eyes off the way your mouth fills with his seed, and the way you swallow down every drop of him, licking and cleaning his cock as if to make sure you get all of his cum.

When you make sure he’s clean, you press a light kiss to his oversensitive head. “Just remember. I was the one who sucked your cock and swallowed your cum today. Not Seulgi.”

Jimin reaches to tuck himself back into his pants, hands shaky and thighs still trembling. When you stand up and start to walk off without another word, he reaches for your waist to pull you back into him, wanting a taste of your lips after you swallowed his cum.

It’s bitter and sweet at the same time, and Jimin’s sinful moans only make your thighs clench together harder. When you pull apart, Jimin doesn’t let go of his arms around your waist.

“You have a thing for cum?” You raise an eyebrow at him, remembering him eating you out after he came inside you the last time as well. Most guys you’d been with in the past had no problem kissing you after eating you out, but turn it the other way around and they’d be utterly disgusted.

“It’s hot,” Jimin mutters as his eyes slide away from yours.

Recognizing the telltale signs of his embarrassment, you place your thumb on his chin to stop him from looking away. “It’s hot when you do it.”

Hearing you validate him makes him visibly relax in your arms. “What are we? I don’t think we’re coworkers anymore.”

There’s a brief pause as you are aware of how intimate this is, feeling the arousal still pooling in your underwear and feeling Park Jimin’s body warm against yours. There’s something about being in his arms like this that makes the rest of the world disappear.

“No, we aren’t,” you admit. “We… we could be something more. If you want.”

It’s your turn to be nervous now and you can feel your heart racing in your chest, already anticipating for the handsome golden boy to turn you down. Why would he want to be something more with you after all, when there are so many other pretty girls in the office for him to fuck around with?

“I want to. Be something more, that is.” Jimin smiles back, a cute little shy smile that makes your heart skip a million beats.

“_____! It’s been so long since I last saw you!” Granny welcomes you with a wide grin and comforting arms as she bundles you into her embrace. “You look so pretty! Glowing, as usual. Has our Jiminnie been treating you right? Hmmmm?”

Her tone rises into a slight warning as she glares over at her grandson, who is currently struggling with both your luggage a few feet behind.

“He’s been good, Granny,” you reassure her with a relaxed smile.

Granny invited the both of you to spend the long weekend at Jimin’s childhood home in the countryside which also now serves as a sort of vacation home for the Parks. You can’t even remember the last time you had a vacation, had the chance to pull out your flowy summer dresses and really let your hair down. Though this time, there’s another reason altogether for you to wear loose and flowy clothing.

You are ushered into the house to meet the rest of Jimin’s family; his parents and his brother welcome you as if you are already part of the family. They invite you to spectate a game of Wii Tennis, and it’s then that you realise that Jimin’s family are a bunch of heathens because they don’t wear the Wii remote strap while playing.

Jimin is paired up with his father, against his mother and brother. You are more than content to watch from the sides, nestled in beside Granny who feels as soft and comforting as your own mother. Her words, not so much, as she urges the Jimin and his brother to do better, why, if she joined the game she’d beat all their asses!!!

When Jimin’s side wins, the whole family claps and cheers as his mother stands up to give his father a kiss, and when they’re done, the whole family turns expectantly to you and Jimin.

“A kiss for the winner, that’s the prize!” Jimin’s mother says with a mischievous grin on her face.

Jimin fidgets on the spot, tips of his ears growing red as he protests. “Ma…”

“Oh come on, don’t be such prudes!” Granny chides the both of you. “You already did the nasty with each other. How else did my grandchild come into this world?”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Jimin’s brother begins to chant with a shit eating grin on his face that reminds you of a certain co-worker.

Jimin is getting more and more embarrassed trying to fend his family off, but for you, it’s no big deal. It’s not like you and Jimin haven’t said or done more lewd things to each other. In a sense, Jimin’s Granny is right. The both of you already fucked. What is one tiny little kiss?

So with that, you pull a protesting, flustered Jimin closer to you and tiptoe to reach his lips, arms around him as you kiss him deeply, putting on a show for his family. Whoops and cheers celebrate the two of you, and though Jimin is stunned for a moment, he kisses you back just as passionately, letting his tongue meet your own as he tastes you.

When the two of you part for air, Jimin’s brother lets out a loud whoop, and Granny is still clapping. But poor little Jimin is as red as a tomato, and he tugs on your hand, mumbling something about showing you his room and retiring for the night.

You are still laughing and giggling over how embarrassed he is when Jimin closes his door behind the both of you, giving you a cute pout as he crosses his arms in indignance. But he’s too cute too pass up on, and you pinch his cheeks, squishing his face.

“Was my baby Jimin embarrassed?” You coo at him in a baby voice, grin lighting up your face as it gets him even more annoyed at you. Unfortunately for Jimin, (but luckily for you) he’s just that kind of person who gets even cuter when they are angry or upset.

“I’ve never kissed a girl in front of my Granny you know,” he turns his cheek at you as he goes to sit on his bed to continue sulking. “She’s seen me in my underpants when I was a kid!”

“So? I saw you in your underpants too,” you grin lewdly at him, laughing when he throws an arm over his face and groans in embarrassment.

When he hears your laughter, Jimin peeks out from behind his arm to see your face glowing and radiant, hair loose in waves around your face and looking… happy for the first time. Not stressed or worried about work, or in tears because Bae Joohyun humiliated you.

Just happy.

“You look really pretty like this,” Jimin admits in a small, shy voice.

You stop mid laugh to look at him properly. “Like what?”

“When you’re happy,” he clarifies. “When you laugh like that.”

“It’s when you make me laugh like this,” you look down at the pattern on his bedspread, tracing along it with your fingers. “I haven’t laughed like this in a long while. But ever since you came in, I… I don’t know. Mondays haven’t been so bad for me lately.”

The two of you are shy suddenly, and Jimin feels like he’s a teenager again, confessing to his crush in his childhood bedroom. Back then he always dreamed of bringing a girl back to his house and confessing to her, maybe even making out with her behind his parents’ back, but of course back then he wasn’t nearly cool enough to do any of that.

But seeing you look so soft and pretty in your dress that dips down at your neckline, giving him a good view of your cleavage, seeing you beside him on his bed, your attention focused on him solely makes him glad that all his childhood fantasies never happened, because he feels like they’re going to be fulfilled right now.

“Can I kiss you?” Jimin asks.

“Not shy anymore?” You tease him one last time before you lean in and capture your lips with his, and then Jimin is switching positions with you so that your hair fans out over his pillow, he is on top of you in between your legs.

“I want to do it properly,” Jimin scatters kisses down your neck and chest, one hand pinching your nipple through your thin dress. “The last time was rushed. And we were drunk. And we were still co-workers back then.”

Your strap slides off your shoulder sinfully as Jimin pleases himself by worshipping your breasts, kneading them and sucking your nipple through the material.

“I- I told you… we were never co-workers. From day one,” you retaliate against his teasing by pinching his nipple through his shirt with a devious smirk on your face.

“You mean we were fucked from day one?” Jimin grins back as he takes off his shirt in one smooth motion, baring his toned chest and slim abs for your viewing pleasure. Your hands are on him immediately, stroking his firm muscles and running your fingers over every inch of his beautiful skin.

Jimin hikes up your skirt, kissing his way up your thighs till he reaches your underwear. The scent of you is driving him insane, he can already see a wet spot on your panties even though he’s barely touched you. The thought of you getting so wet for him makes him even more eager to pleasure you, so he hooks his fingers into the side of your underwear, pulling it down to expose you to his gaze.

“I still owe you from the bowling alley,” he says when you tug at his hair impatiently, wanting to see his face, kiss his lips. With that as explanation, Jimin gives your core a sloppy lick before he seals his lips to you, French kissing your pussy and making sure he gets your clit with every stroke of tongue.

Your cries and moans are music to his ears; at this point he doesn’t even care if his family hears you anymore. Pulling your dress up to your waist so that you can see in between your thighs, the sight nearly sends you over the edge as you witness Park Jimin eating your pussy like a man starved, his chin glazed with your arousal as he laps everything up. His hands are on your inner thighs, opening you up for him even though your muscles spasm from the pleasure.

“Jimin- fuck! Please,” you are already begging as he assaults your clit with his tongue, circling it relentlessly. “Want your fingers. Please.”

“Want to feel me stretch you for my cock?” Jimin gives in with one finger first, slowly inserting it into you with care until you whine and thrash under his grasp in protest. “My baby wants more? What a greedy pussy you have.”

He embellishes this with a sharp spank on your clit, and your thighs twitch again as you cry out. Jimin gives you two fingers now, and the burn feels so good as he pumps in and out, his tongue occasionally flicking at your clit. Your arousal coats his fingers and his palm messily, starting to drip down onto his sheets, but Jimin figures that the both of you are going to get a lot messier before the night ends.

As you watch Jimin pleasure you with his fingers and tongue, all traces of the shy boy who was embarrassed to kiss you in front of his family are gone. The submissive side of him that gave in to your demands so easily at the bowling alley is also gone, in its place is a gentle but firm dominant who takes charge of your pleasure, and you love that he can switch between the two.

“Cum for me, let me see my baby cum on my fingers,” Jimin coaxes you as he speeds up his fingers, curling them to try and find that one rough spot inside you. “You made such a mess already.”

You can feel the edge right there, the knot so tight in your lower belly and just ready to burst. But words escape you, and all you can do is whine Jimin’s name. In response he wraps his thick plush lips around your clit, maintaining eye contact with you as he sucks,and then you come undone, legs going boneless as your back arches, clenching hard around his fingers as you ride out your orgasm.

Jimin helps you to calm down as he withdraws from your pussy, stroking your legs gently as he admires the glow on your face, your fucked out expression as you breathe deeply. His own cock is straining against his jeans, and he is dying to feel your pussy wrapped around him.

When you finally regain your senses and open your eyes, you see the uncomfortable looking tent in Jimin’s jeans, reaching for it immediately to give him his own release. Jimin shifts his body so that his thighs can fall open, and you pull his jeans off, revealing his thick thigh muscles that you straddle as you get his cock out of his soaked boxers.

“Wait,” Jimin stops you with a hand on your waist. “We need a condom. We still don’t know if… if you’re pregnant. From last time.”

Your cheeks heat up as you swallow back the guilt. After bowling, when you went home that night, your period had come, just one day late, but you didn’t tell Jimin. Upon the sight of blood staining your underwear, there was a strange sense of disappointment that bloomed in your chest, and it confused you so much that you didn’t have the bandwidth to even think about telling Jimin what this meant. You had to take time to process both the consequence of not being pregnant, as well as the unprecedented feelings of disappointment that came with it.

“Um… actually, my period came last week.” You say after taking a deep breath.

Jimin raises an eyebrow as he takes in the news. “So it means… you’re not pregnant.”

“I’m not,” you agree with him, and you want to keep going, but the words are just stuck in your chest.

“The first time we were risking it, but I was just thinking…” Jimin picks up on your hesitation, his own words coming out slowly. “If we should… if we should start trying. For real.”

Jimin is completely serious as he returns your gaze, biting his lip in uncertainty.

“You mean… try to get pregnant? Intentionally?” You’re aware that you’re just repeating his words, but some part of you needs to confirm it.

“Yeah,” Jimin says as he strokes your waist, and you’re fully aware of his cock twitching as he says his next words. “I want to have a baby with you.”

Your breath is sucked out of your chest as the impact of his words hit you, and arousal aside, you feel your stomach fill with butterflies.

“That is… if you want to as well,” Jimin scratches the back of his neck nervously. “I mean, I don’t want to pressure you into anything-“

“I want to,” you interrupt him, reassuring him with a grind of your hips. “I want to have your baby. We’re about three months late, but I think if we start trying real hard now, this baby will get made and we won’t be too far behind.”

Jimin’s cock twitches again, giving away how aroused he is, but he doesn’t give a fuck anymore. Hearing you say that has awakened a fantasy in him that he didn’t even know existed. No longer is he going for the low hanging fruit of just kissing a girl in his childhood bedroom. No, he’s going to make a baby in his childhood bedroom.

You pump him with a few strokes, watching the precum bubble up from his head and run down his girthy length, admiring how hard he is for you. His length feels so heavy in your palm, and your mouth waters as you remember how much better he felt in your mouth, how salty and thick his cum was as he released down your throat.

Just as you bend down to give yourself a repeat ride, Jimin stops you with a hand on your cheek, his own cheeks rosy and embarrassment creeping back in as he says, “You’ll get a mouthful of cum if you do that. As much as I want you to swallow my cum, you’re not getting pregnant that way.”

And then he’s back in charge as he flips you over, spreading your legs wide and resting them on his shoulders as your pussy leaks your arousal. Jimin uses the head of his cock to collect all your juices, teasing your clit before he prods at your entrance. The blunt head of him nudges in slowly, and the stretch makes the both of you moan.

Your legs are trembling, hands reaching out for something to hold on to as Jimin bottoms out inside you. You don’t remember him feeling so big inside you, stretching you out so good and going so deep that you can feel him at the base of your lower abdomen. When you look down, you realise that there is a small bump there, and Jimin is watching that exact spot as well.

“Feel so good and tight, my baby was made to take my cock,” he praises as he intertwines his hands with yours, forcing them above your head as he begins to thrust. His cock slides in and out of your drenched pussy easily, and your walls grip him so tightly that Jimin never wants this moment to end.

Jimin leans forward so that your thighs are pushed to your chest, making the fit even tighter around his cock. Your pussy is already clenching around him, and your breasts are bouncing, cheeks flushed red and lips swollen and shiny from his precum and saliva.

“Harder, fuck me harder Jimin,” you groan as he punishes you with his thrusts, every slap of his thighs against yours reminds you that the both of you are fucking to make a baby. Just watching the sweat drip off his chest, his abs tense and feeling his ass flex as he fucks into your pussy with the full intention of giving you a baby, hisbaby, makes your pussy cream uncontrollably around his cock.

“Does my baby like this?” Jimin gives a harsh thrust and bends your legs back till he can feel your cervix. “Fuck, you’re driving me fucking crazy. Wanna give you a baby so bad. You’re fucking asking for it, asking to get filled with cum.”

“I want it, Jimin,” you gasp as you feel him against the entrance of your womb; Jimin is giving you no mercy as he continues to aim his thrusts deep as he can go. “Want your baby. It’s all I ever wanted.”

Jimin lets your legs fall off his shoulders as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you into him, as his thrusts increase in power and speed. Your legs wrap around him tightly as if to keep him from pulling out, so all Jimin can do his grind the head of his cock against your cervix, feeling himself twitch as his orgasm draws near.

“I’m not gonna last, cum with me please,” he begs, mouth open and kissing your neck as he buries his face in the crook of your shoulder.

“I’m close, just a little more, fuck,” you loosen your thighs a little so that Jimin can thrust a little more, and the movement of him brushing against your clit sends you into an orgasm, clenching hard around him as you cry out his name and your walls milk him dry for every drop.

Jimin groans as he feels his balls tighten up, filling you up with cum as he thrusts to get every drop right where it should be. “Take it all, take my cum and give me a baby. That’s what my girl wants right?”

“Yes, yes!” You whine as you feel the warmth of his cum in your pussy, his frenzied thrusts as he rides out the last of his orgasm, making sure he gives you everything he has.

Jimin’s face is still buried in your neck as his hips continue to fuck his cum into you, hearing the filthy squelch as he tilts your hips up so that not a single drop can escape. The leisurely thrusts feel intimate as you hug him close to you, feeling his soft breaths against your skin as your legs wrap around his waist, feeling him finally still with his cock still deep inside you. Everything is warm and sticky, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A few minutes pass before you realise that Jimin is perfectly content to have his cock plug your pussy up with cum, and while the thought kind of turns you on, he’s heavy, and you nudge him off you with your knee. Jimin pouts as he settles beside you, still drawing you closer to him as he lifts one of your thighs to get a better look at the mess he made of you.

“It’s all coming out,” he says in a disappointed whine as his fingers scoop out the frothy white cum that spilled out of you because of his fucking, gently pushing it back into you. But he can’t resist a little taste, bringing his fingers to his lips for a second.

“Jimin! Stop stealing my baby batter,” you grab his wrist to stop him, shoving it back toward your thighs.

“That’s the least sexy word for cum I’ve ever heard,” he frowns disapprovingly at you. “Stay there, don’t move. You need to keep your hips up.”

Jimin pushes a pillow under your hips, and whilst you’re rendered immobile, he takes the chance to sneakily lap at your inner thighs, cleaning up some of the cum that he didn’t manage to push into you. You glare at him, reaching down to tug at his hair, but then-

“Stay safe, kids!” It’s his father’s voice from down the hallway.

“Why do they need to stay safe? She’s already having his kid!” You hear Granny’s voice a second later, and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “No need to stay safe, Puppy! You heard me? It’s good for the baby!”

You glare at Jimin, then push your chin toward his door, expecting him to answer his Granny.

Jimin mouths a ‘what’ at you in exasperation, his lust filled brain unable to think of a single appropriate response for this situation. Finally, he forces a cheery tone as he shouts back, “we will, Granny! Night Granny!”

Your head falls back into the pillow with a groan at how lame he is.

You’re most definitely not looking forward to breakfast tomorrow.

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Same Difference Ch.20

A/N: ‘bout damn time...

“I promise I’ll keep a low profile, just let me come with you.” Nanami entreated as she sat at the kitchen island. Overhaul was cleaning up after dinner, his back turned as she made her case.

“This is not a casual outing, I’m meeting with a contact and he doesn’t appreciate extraneous variables, which, in this case, would be you.”

“And when have you ever cared about what other people do or don’t appreciate?”

He paused, turning to her, setting down a cleaned dish and folded towel, “Flattery is appreciated, but it will not get you out of this house before Sunday.”

She pouted before trying a different angle, “But strategy might, right?” He knitted his brows, folding his arms across his chest, a silent tell that he was just bored enough to entertain her pitch, “Hear me out—though indirectly, you’ve been targeted by the Okamura—a rival org, right? Wouldn’t it be nice to have some back-up just in case they find out you’re meeting this contact and decide to strike before the raid can happen?”

“That’s what the Precepts are for.”

“Sure, but they might send the wrong message. If I was meeting somebody under the pretext of civil conversation and they brought along backup that looked like Rappa or Kurono—I’d feel pretty threatened. But me? You’d hardly even know I was there. Besides, it’s not like I’m the most physically intimidating person to begin with anyway.”

He looked down thoughtfully as he considered her proposal. Nervous he might still reject the idea, she chewed her lip, waiting for his response. Just as the feeling of defeat seemed imminent, he answered, “We’re leaving at noon. Wear your hair differently and dress in muted colors. If you’re not ready by 11:59 exactly, I’m leaving you behind.”

She beamed before quickly reeling her excitement back in, “Understood. I’ll be right here and ready to go at 11:59am, sharp.”

Though the two-week sequestration at his house was nearing its end, Nanami was beginning to get stir-crazy. Overhaul had been working long hours, strategizing the retaliation against the Okamura, knowing that taking them down would be much more complicated than simple massacre. On the other hand, Nanami knew even after the raid, she’d have to limit her time in public and remain especially vigilant for months to come until the dust fully settled. Though it may have only been a trip to the park to exchange information, it would probably be the most amount of time she’d get to be outside for a while.

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Nanami awoke from a light sleep, having been too excited about the outing. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe it was without its dangers and that the possibility of her having to spring into action wasn’t real, but given the circumstances, she thought it wise to take what little joy she could when she could.

Rummaging through her luggage she tried to keep in mind his wardrobe mandates as she reluctantly passed over a myriad of cute, but boldly-colored clothing. A look of self-satisfaction crossed her face as she assembled a fitting ensemble and quickly got dressed. Trotting out of her room at 11:55 she carried her shoes to the entrance way, slipping them on as she heard him emerge from his room. Looking up she saw surprise in his eyes as he stopped a distance away from her. Slipping on the other chunky sandal, she stood up straight showing her full outfit, hoping he’d approve. She’d chosen a casual, sage dress with subtle ruffles and her favorite oversized, beige cardigan just in case it got chilly. Her hair was done in a low braid that went over her shoulder and to the front, a few wisps of hair loose on the opposite side making her look softer than her usual professional get-up. He wore his usual black dress shirt, slacks and dust mask to do his version of blending in. Noticing his silence, she panicked momentarily, worried she’d made the wrong choice in clothing and he’d make her stay put, “Do I need to change? Sorry, I’ve obviously never done this before, but I’ve got other outfits if this doesn’t wo—”

“No. Don’t change.” He replied a bit too quickly before clearing his throat and continuing, “You look…” he trailed off as his eyes continued to rake over her,” …This outfit will work. Let’s get going.”

“Oh ok, great— right behind you!”

They made their way to the car, a skip in Nanami’s step as she felt like a kid being taken out for ice cream, though instead of ice cream it’s intel for a hit job and some sunshine, but to-may-toes, to-mah-toes ~. The drive was relatively short, though it was hard for her to tell. Time flew while she gazed out the window, enjoying the overcast weather and seeing people out-and-about.

Parking, they exited the car, as Overhaul surveyed the area and checked his watch. “He should arrive in the next 15 minutes. Follow me.” He walked briskly to a bench overlooking the river that ran through the park. For a Saturday, it was relatively calm and empty, save for a few joggers running by and couples gazing at the holiday decor and the last of the fall foliage without a care in the world. Food trucks lined the other side of the river as people ate small treats.

After he went through his usual ritual to santize the seat, they sat down and waited patiently for the informant to arrive. Five minutes passed, then ten, and then twenty. It was obvious Overhaul was beginning to get irritated at the tardiness, his knee bouncing as he checked his watch for what felt like the umpteenth time. On the other hand, Nanami was beginning to get bored, staring dreamily across the river at one truck in particular. Sighing, she decided to go out on a limb and ask hoping it might lighten the mood,” So… do you wanna—“

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask,” She retorted to his stern answer, completely undeterred.

“Yes, I do. You’ve been staring at that crepe truck since we sat down. As I said before, this isn’t some casual outing and patronizing a food truck is the very definition of casual.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna skip over there and play in the leaves while I stuff my face—it’ll just be a quick breakfast/brunch and then we’re back sitting down, waiting patiently and ~incognito~. Besides, I know you’re hungry, probably not the best idea to do something stressful on an empty stomach anyway.”

“And how long have you been formulating that rebuttal?”

“Mm, about as long as you’ve been stealing glances over there, thinking I was too busy staring myself. It’s ok to indulge every now and again, and we’ll have a clear view of this spot in case he comes by while we’re up.” She reasoned, knowing he couldn’t deny logic or his grumbling stomach.

“… Fine. Let’s make this quick.”

Before he could finish, she hopped up and made a b-line towards the bridge nearby as he reluctantly followed after her. They ordered crepes, the decadent, cute concoction providing a comical contrast to her partner’s otherwise intimidating aesthetic. Nanami bit her lip, trying not to laugh as she promised herself she’d describe the visage in great detail to Kurono later. Hers wasn’t very conservative either, smothered with a superfluous amount of strawberries, chocolate syrup, and powdered sugar that kept the all-black clad Overhaul at a safe distance. They made their way back to the bridge, Nanami admiring the scenery as the auburn-tinted leaves made their descent to the water below.

Sitting back down, there was still no informant in sight, though a comfortable silence fell upon them as the sounds of birds chirping and the river flowing gently filled the air. Pulling out a small bottle of hand sanitizer from her bag, she put a dollop into his waiting hand and then her own after he disposed of his used gloves in the plastic bag she’d brought, replacing them without a word. He handed her extra napkins and a wet wipe, fully aware she was a messy eater. They’d gotten into a routine having eaten together so often that now words were no longer needed, neither of them able to fully remember what it had been like before the other. She let her eyes wander as she took another bite, until she settled on watching the leaves fall. The descent of one in particular caught her eye as the golden leaf danced lazily through the air before finding its resting place atop his head. Knowing full well how very unwelcome he’d find the accessory; she decided to do the right thing and alert him.

“Overh—” She stopped short, realizing it probably wasn’t the best idea to use his villain name in public. It wasn’t the most dire of situations but, she was very aware that they’d never referred to each other by name At least not while sober anyway... She agonized for a moment on how to address him, unaware she’d already gotten his attention.

Seeing the conflict in her features, he responded simply, “Chisaki is fine, or Kai if you’d like.”

Her eyes went wide before quickly looking away, flustered at what felt like a very intimate moment. She’d only heard two people refer to him by name and even then, it was seldom—only twice between the two of them to be specific. It felt like she held a grave secret simply by knowing it, much less casually addressing him by it. Well, if he says so…

“Ch-Chisaki…” she swallowed, as he regarded her calmly, though his eyes had a glint in them as soon as she uttered his name.

“Yes?” He coaxed, unconsciously leaning in closer.

“There’s a leaf on your head.” He went to grab it though his hands were full, his fork in one and the crepe in the other, finding the thought of touching a dirty leaf and then his eating utensil repulsive. He considered his options for a moment before she offered her assistance motioning him to lean down so she could reach. He paused for a moment, before acquiescing, lowering his head to be within reach. She grabbed the leafy offender gently, holding it betwixt her fingers, “Got it.”

Looking between him and the leaf, a candid smile formed as she noticed it matched his eyes. He lifted his head back up, admiring the visage. By all accounts, she was physically beautiful to him, but what he savored most in this moment was her smile. He remembered being equally touched by that radiant smile when they met at the tea shop almost a year ago, though he would have never admitted it back then. Their circumstances had seemingly changed for the worst, yet it hadn’t dimmed; it was though it refused to. Chisaki had never been a sentimental, nor particularly emotional man, but her resilience was nothing if not captivating to him. In his weary eyes, Nanami was the picture of strength. She possessed a power—not from brawn, cunning or some misguided self-righteousness, but something else entirely. He found himself drawn to it, to her competence and constant challenge. What others had readily accepted out of fear, she appraised, demanding more. Though her hands shook momentarily, she’d steady herself without fail, demanding him to be more. He felt proud knowing she’d be the one by his side on this path. Until someone else discovers her. And then what? What if that radiance is directed at someone else someday? He didn’t want an answer to that question. He had waited long enough; the decision having been made long before he was fully aware of it. His face was blank, though he imbued his words with as much sincerity as he was capable of, “Go out with me.”

Her smile persisted for a beat as she fully registered what he’d said. Then it promptly dropped, her eyes going wide as the leaf was blown out of her now-limp grasp.

“Ahem. Sorry for the lateness,” a man said from the bench next to them as he continued to face forward. Chisaki kept his gaze fixed on Nanami as hers shifted to what was behind him. Hm guess the movies are actually kind of accurate about this kind of stuff… she commented inwardly as the man was dressed in a baseball cap, glasses and hoodie. “I’ll leave what you asked for here.” He continued, patting an envelope placed on the bench before rising.

“First you come late, and now you rush off? That’s not how this is going to go. Sit down, I have more questions for you.” Overhaul chided, shaking himself from their little moment, still finding time to be peeved that he’d been made to wait.

“Look, I’m sorry but I have to go,” the man began rather nervously as he glanced around,” No amount of money or threats could get me to stay. I don’t know how you got involved, but I don’t want anything to do with this shit. I got you the intel, I’m out.”

Nanami rose hoping to calm the man down. At the angle she sat, her form was hidden from the man by Overhaul’s larger frame, and it was painfully obvious when she came into his line of sight. The man flinched like he’d seen a ghost, turning white as their eyes met. “G-get the fuck away from me,” he sputtered almost tripping over himself. It was truly a sight to behold as a grown man scurried away, terrified of a person half his size. “Here’s a last bit of intel, I’ll give this one on the house: if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from her.” He continued, leering at Nanami, “I haven’t seen a bounty this high in a long time and I’m sure whoever’s paying out knows they’ll get their money’s worth. She’s probably worst than the rest of us; a true monster.”

Though his brow furrowed questioningly for a moment, in the next Overhaul had decided he’d heard enough and was making a move toward the man. His gloves were already discarded, but a tug on his sleeve kept him in place, “Let go.” He seethed through gritted teeth.

“No, it’s not worth it. He’s right.” Came a small but firm voice.

He turned to see a familiar small hand gripping him. Her head was hung low, though guilt was obvious in her countenance. By the time he had taken in her appearance, the man was disappearing through the trees, vanishing from sight. As his rage ebbed momentarily, a nostalgic feeling took its place as he remembered her face when he asked her the question that had been on his mind for months now: rejection. He snatched away his arm in a move that startled her out of her own trance, “Fine.”

Grabbing the envelope, he turned on his heel, making a b-line for the car. He strode to the parking lot, no longer abating his usually wide gait for her to keep up. As he reached out for the handle of the car, the distinct sound of her shoes hurriedly beating the pavement became louder before coming to a stop behind him.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity, I could never pity you. I just… I shouldn’t have let it get this far without being honest with you.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I misread our relationship. It’s over now.”

“But I—wait, what do you mean you ’misread our relationship’?”

“You know what I mean. The least you could do is refrain from dragging it out.” He intoned, a poorly hidden look of hurt in his eyes.

She had expected anger, maybe even disappointment that she’d still kept such a large secret from him but hurt had never crossed her mind as an emotion he’d ever display, much less in this situation. She’d never told a soul about her real past and wanted to be absolutely sure before breaching that barrier. I know it was wrong, but if anyone understood secrecy, I thought it would be him. I mean why does he look like he just got dumpe—“Oh my fucking gosh. This is all a big mix up, this is what I get for being all cryptic and vague,” she chided herself, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“Don’t worry, you’ve made yourself perfectly clear.”

“No, no, you don’t get it, this is one of our trademark Misunderstandings™!”

“There is nothing to misunderstand. I assumed you had feelings and that assumption proved to be… foolish. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Just let me explain,”

“I don’t want to, nor do I need to hear i—”

Before he could turn away, she closed the distance between them, reaching up to grab his face in her hand. He was startled by the abrupt contact after she’d made it a point to be cognizant of his boundaries, but she noted he made no efforts to move away or resist her. If she weren’t so riled up, she could’ve sworn she could feel the slightest bit of pressure as though he’d decided to rest his chin in her palm. Good, because I plan on touching way more in the future… she confirmed to herself, enjoying the feel of his square jaw in her palm before locking eyes with him to speak.

“You didn’t misread anything,” she corrected as confidently as she could before continuing. “But you need to hear me out. What I meant to say was this: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get this far without being honest with you because I want to be closer… I want us to be closer. I didn’t know if you felt the same, so I didn’t know what to say when you asked the first time… but I do now. So, ask me again. Please.”

He looked at her searchingly, taking a centering breath, “Nanami, go out with me.”

“That’s more of a command,” she amended. His eyes narrowed in annoyance, though his glare lost much of its usual edge with his cheeks squished between her fingers, “but I’d love to, Kai.”

Upon hearing her answer and his name, his hardened gaze softened, and she reluctantly let him go, “Let’s go home.”

As they entered the car, his usual slouch was replaced with a more confident posture, though Nanami still felt a heavy weight upon her shoulders, “Hey… about the whole honesty thing… I still do need to tell you something.”

Undeterred, his smug face persisted, “That’s fine, you can tell me over dinner.”

#FINALLY #*she's says as though she didn't write this and drag it out for this long :')#fanfic #overhaul #bnha overhaul #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic #mha overhaul #nanami watanabe #overhaul x oc #overhaul x nanami #mha oc #bnha oc #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #chisaki overhaul #Nanami

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anasticklefics · 4 years

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Tickle Cheating

Fandom: Star Trek

Characters: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy

Summary: Jim tickles Bones. It’s what he DOES. So how does one react when you see someone else tickle your usual victim? Like a mess if you’re Jim Kirk apparently!

A/N: I blame @fickle-tiction (are you HAPPY?). Also I don’t know how hospitals work don’t yell at me. Might rewrite this idea with lee!Jim because he has my heart.

Also does this whole fic and my author’s note have a general chaotic air about it or am I going crazy haha?

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The first time Jim noticed it was when he dropped by the hospital to deliver Bones’ lunch that he’d left at the kitchen counter of their shared dorm room. Entering a space that was oddly both chaotic and completely still at the same time, the general air so suffocating that it was no wonder Bones was exhausted each time he returned from a shift. Jim grinned at the receptionist, unsure of where the med students where and if he was even allowed past a certain point and if so, “would you or someone give this to Leonard McCoy?”

But the woman, hair framing her heart shaped, incredibly kind face, met his grin with a smile and told him he could go right in.

“If someone stops you or you can’t find him, simply ask if someone can leave the box in the kitchen.”

Her words sounded scripted in a way that told him this probably happened more often than not, and he thanked her and left. Up three stories with the elevator to the floor she’d directed him toward, footsteps echoing around the empty corridors, until he eventually found a more chaotic environment in the form of the emergency room.

How many times had he been here just that semester?

“Kirk!” someone Jim recognized from the Academy called out, glancing up from a clipboard. “What have you done now?”

Jim rolled his eyes. “It’s been months since… whatever. Do you know where Bones is? McCoy. Whatever you call him.”

“I tend to call him Leo.”

“That’s weird. Do you know where he is? He left his lunch.”

The guy, unnamed for now and the rest of eternity, pointed his thumb in the direction of yet another corridor. “Third door to the right.”

“Should I just go in?”

“They don’t have any patients in there right now.”

So Jim went, wondering if he was breaking any rules but feeling extremely ready to get out of there.

He saw it then. The small room - do they perform surgeries in there? - with a bed and a table and four windows and five people, all on top of each other with Bones in the middle. All talking, simultaneously grave and cracking jokes. Familiar, whether they wanted to or not. A job where you couldn’t be timid of bodily contact; eating and sleeping almost in each other’s laps. Jim looked at Bones, saw how easily he moved with elbows in his guts and people breathing down his neck.

He also saw his face light up when he caught sight of Jim.

“I brought your lunch,” he said meekly, holding it up, and if Bones was the type to profess his undying love for his friends, Jim was sure he would be going down on one knee right now.

“I’m only gonna say this once,” he said later, having entered their dorm as Jim had been nearly falling asleep over his homework. “You bringing me food literally saved my day and I will grant you one wish as a reward.”

And Jim, exhausted, lonely and closer to the verge of tears than he would’ve liked, demanded cuddles.

In their years of living together Jim had never asked for cuddles. He always wanted to, but whatever physical affection he had a tendency to hand out to his friends like a way too common gift, he always stopped before they could get mad, and therefore always stopped before he felt satisfied.

“I just want a good fucking cuddle,” he was saying now, his tone too desperate for it to sound like a joke. Bones, bless him, didn’t comment on it.

“Let me take a shower and change,” he only said. “Trust me, you don’t want whatever my clothes have.”

Jim nodded, suddenly feeling too vulnerable, too exposed, so he ducked his head back down, eyes on his books. Listening to every sound Bones was making, thinking he was being both too quick and too slow, and when he finally returned Jim was fully aware of it, but pretending to be too engrossed in his work to notice.

“You wanna cuddle now or later?” Bones asked, so casual about it that Jim knew he’d never manage to get a single thing done for the rest of the night.

“Now,” he said, standing abruptly enough to nearly knock his chair down.

Bones grabbed it, his face a mix of amusement and concern. “Right then. The couch? Movie night?”

“Sure.”

“Want to pick the movie?”

“You go ahead.”

“Okay.”

Jim tried to shake the sudden awkwardness out of his limbs as he followed his friend into the living room area of their tiny dorm, realizing this was probably a bad idea. They hadn’t even touched yet and he was acting like a total fool.

“We don’t have to do this,” he blurted out, causing Bones to stop in his tracks. “I don’t know why I asked for it. I’m over it. I was just tired. We really don’t have to.”

“Jim.” Reaching out to grab Jim’s arms, Bones gave his flesh a squeeze. “Breathe. It’s fine that you asked for it and we don’t have to do it if you’ve changed your mind, but if I really didn’t want to myself I would’ve said so.”

Jim deflated. “Promise?”

“Jesus, you must be exhausted. Yes, promise.”

“It’s just that-” Jim wasn’t sure why he was trying to explain when Bones hadn’t asked for an explanation in the first place. “-I saw you at the hospital and you seemed so okay with being physically close to people and I feel like I might die if nobody holds me for, like, half an hour-”

“Jim.”

“-and I know it’s part of your job so I don’t want to overstep-”

“Please shut up for a sec.”

Jim did, but only because Bones had said please.

“I don’t necessarily enjoy having my personal space so violated,” he continued. “But of course I don’t mind you doing it. You’re my-”

“I know,” Jim said when Bones trailed off. They had no words to describe what they were. “So I shouldn’t be jealous?”

“Absolutely not, but mostly because you act like an idiot when you want something you think you can’t have.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You act like a petulant child.”

“Oho, is that so?”

Bones ruffled his hair. “Go back to being timid. It was cuter.”

So maybe Jim didn’t pay attention to anything that happened in the movie and fell asleep in Bones’ arms ten minutes later, Bones’ fingers squeezing at various places on his body to get him to “relax for fuck’s sake”. Maybe he couldn’t picture himself falling asleep in an empty bed again for weeks. Maybe Bones was really fucking good at cuddling.

Waking up sweaty with Bones’ knee pressed to the small of his back later was a whole other thing. “Hhng. Get off.”

“You’re nearly on top of me.”

“Feels like I was hit by a truck.”

“You snore like a goddamn-”

Jim somehow managed to roll over and press his face into Bones’ neck. “Shh. Too loud.”

A spasm went through Bones’ body, convincing Jim he was trying to throw him off the couch and making him resort to clinging onto his torso for dear life. “N-no.”

“What was that?”

Bones was, miraculously, laughing.

Jim tried to crane his neck to get a glimpse of his face, but he only succeeded in pressing the top of his head beneath Bones’ chin. “Okay, what is happening right now?”

Bones said something incoherent, his words slurred with sleep and higher in pitch with laughter. His hands were clawing at Jim’s back, unable to get a good grip of his shirt and therefore only managing to lightly tickle him, which was kinda nice actually.

Wait.

“Oh, this is tickling you,” Jim said, laughing into Bones’ skin as if this was a group activity. “Hey, I didn’t even know you were ticklish.”

“I’m not,” came the strangled denial.

“Hmm, I think you are. Otherwise this wouldn’t bother you.” He spidered his fingers up Bones’ side, noticing the squirming getting a notch more desperate the closer he came to his friend’s ribs. He paused just beneath them. “I’ll make you a deal. If you don’t react to this I’ll believe you’re not ticklish. Okay?”

“Jim, you fucking-”

Jim jabbed him in the ribs and nearly lost his hearing from the shriek that left Bones’ mouth.

“Ah, so you’re ridiculously ticklish, then?”

Bones cursed and managed to slip his arm out from beneath him, placing it against Jim’s chest, but not pushing him off.

“And you don’t mind this? I see.”

“I’m gonna kill you, James Tiberius-”

“Don’t you middle name me, Leo.”

Years passed. They graduated. Jim somehow became a captain and got a ship. Bones for some reason decided to work on said ship, bestowing Jim with his constantly shifting moods for the next five years. Not that he complained. Was literally doing the exact opposite. And, all the while their lives changed and kept changing, Jim kept tickling him nearly daily.

“Don’t fucking tickle me in front of others,” had been Bones’ one demand disguised as a request.

So Jim didn’t, but kept it behind closed doors as they always had. The image of Bones being physically close to others always prompting him to demand cuddles, now that he wasn’t ashamed of this dire need anymore. And, more often than not, he would slip his hands beneath Bones’ shirt and make him laugh uncontrollably for a few minutes. He wasn’t sure how it had become a part of their routine, but he felt that if he didn’t get these intimate yet playful moments as often as he could he would shrivel up and die.

“You’re a drama queen,” Bones had said more than once when Jim had complained about them not having gotten any alone time.

“You literally beg me to stop when I’m barely even touching you,” Jim countered each time. “Don’t call me a drama queen when you’re just as bad.”

Bones would only wave a hand at him, having gotten out of the habit of blushing over his sensitivity years ago.

Something else that had become more common than they probably realized was how often Jim brought him food into medbay. Sometimes it was breakfast, snacks, his forgotten lunch or dinner. Other times it was just a drink, just as an excuse to stop by. Sometimes he came empty handed.

That day Bones truly had forgotten to eat, his empty seat painfully loud in the cafeteria. Jim knew his habits more than anyone and knew he wouldn’t eat unless food was visibly presented before him, and so he filled a tupperware with everything he knew Bones liked and skipped through the corridors, suddenly feeling like he was back at the Academy again.

Bones wasn’t alone, but he rarely was. The crowded hospital rooms had been replaced with him and Chapel dancing around each other, sometimes with more than one crew member present; arms and legs and chests and heads laid out for Bones’ magical fingers to heal, or so they hoped. Jim had lied there more times than he could count, so he was highly familiar with the nooks of this part of the ship.

Bones was standing on a stool, which made Jim stop in his tracks before he announced his presence, greeting dying on his lips and being replaced with a grin. Whatever Bones was trying to reach, it seemed to be just out of reach and he was grumbling as he kept stretching.

“Do you need a hand there?” Chapel asked, her tone playful while Bones let out an unprofessional curse.

“Can I borrow some heels?” he muttered, and she laughed, all familiarity due to working together in such close proximity for years. It wasn’t elbows in guts or naps in laps, but Jim recognized it from his crew on the Bridge. It was impossible to not grow close.

“It might help if I make you jump,” she continued.

“How the hell will you do that?”

Jim was almost proud of the fact that he didn’t let out any sound as he watched her reach out and poke at Bones’ ribs, just at the spot that could make him scream with laughter. It was a coincidence, it had to be a coincidence, how the hell could she know.

Bones didn’t squeal, but he didn’t pretend as if nothing was happening as he had learnt to do back in school, partly because back then people never meant to tickle you if they tried to get past you quickly and had to grab your waist. Chapel did indeed mean to make him squirm.

Jim watched his arms shoot down, swatting at her with a laugh so relaxed this really truly couldn’t have been the first time she tickled him. It really truly couldn’t.

Other people tickled Bones. Bones let other people tickle him.

He started backing away, lunch box forgotten when he literally bumped into Uhura who was coming from the opposite direction. The tupperware flew out of his hands as he let out a gasp in surprise, the food littering the floor only a second later. Things were a bit chaotic after that, but maybe because everything was overpowered by his frantically beating heart, that really had no business freaking out but there they were.

“I’m so sorry!” he heard Uhura say over his own incoherent babbling, the two of them crouching down to clean up the mess while Chapel and Bones kept repeating that “it’s fine, we have a broom, please get off the floor” that Uhura eventually listened to while Jim had to be pulled upright by Bones who was laughing, only to start frowning when he realized just how truly stressed out Jim was by the whole situation.

It wasn’t even about the food, but.

“I’ll go get you some more before they close the cafeteria,” he said, heart in his throat, threatening to spill out among the food on the ground, and who knew what that treacherous heart would reveal. “Really, it’s fine,” he said, leaving them be and rushing to the first restroom he could find, finally allowing himself to calm the fuck down and breathe.

What a stupid thing to get upset by, but.

He heard someone enter the room, causing him to press his body against the stall like a coward, but Bones’ voice rang clear anyway. “Jim?”

He didn’t reply.

“Come on, I know you’re in here.”

“I’m peeing.”

“Right, well, I’ll wait until you’ve finished.”

“Okay, I’m not peeing.”

“I know.” A beat, and, “Come out. Please.”

It was always the please that got him.

“Before you ask,” Jim said, exiting the stall. “I was gonna go get your food just after this stop.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “I don’t care about the food. I mean I do, and it was really nice that you brought me some, but it’s a slow day and I’ll be fine.”

“Oh.”

“I wanted to see what was up with you.”

“With me?”

“You seem… I don’t know. Freaked out? Like something is wrong?”

“I see.”

“Jim.”

He shook his head, ran a hand through his hair, looked anywhere but on Bones. “I don’t know. The whole situation sort of shook me and now I feel weird.”

“You spilling the food?”

“No. Jesus, no. Just-” He waved his hand in Bones’ general direction. “You being tickled by someone else. It was weird being an onlooker.”

“You’re acting like a disaster because of that?”

“Look, you know I’ve acted worse about tamer things.”

“You’re so stupid.”

Jim snorted, finally meeting his friend’s eye. “I’d love to have this conversation-”

“Stop lying.”

“-but I have to head back. Got a ship to run and all.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “Fine, but I’m bringing this up tonight.”

Jim patted his shoulder as he passed. “I’m counting on it.”

It didn’t mean that he was looking forward to it, however.

“Ugh, just get it over with,” he groaned when Bones entered his quarters, looking rather alert, pointing to a calm rest of the day.

“Don’t sound so excited about it,” Bones deadpanned. “We’re gonna talk about my sensitive spots, after all.”

“I love your sensitive spots.”

“Focus.”

“I just thought it was something only I did to you, that’s all.”

“You got jealous?”

“Maybe a little?”

Bones relented. “You’re being-”

“Ridiculous, I know.”

“And kind of endearing, but I’ll only say that once.”

“You say many things once. Doesn’t mean I’ll forget them.”

“Oho, you’re kind of asking for it yourself, you know.”

Jim threw up his hands. “Tickle me, then. This whole day’s weird and backwards anyway.”

“You know I would never take your job.”

“Chapel did.”

“Oh, come on. As if you’ve never tickled anyone else before.”

Jim huffed, crossing his arms. “I never said my reaction was logical.”

“You gonna tickle me or not?”

“Are you asking me to?”

Bones did flush then, so rare nowadays. So wonderful. “Shut up. Just shut up.”

Jim barked out a laugh, already approaching him. “Stay still.”

“You know damn well I won’t.”

“I do, but it’s fun watching you struggle.”

“You sadist- wahait!”

Jim cornered him and pushed him down onto the couch, fingers already working over his hips, a spot he was certain no one else knew of. A spot that could make Bones scream so loud Jim had to stop out of fear of accidentally killing him.

Usually he was gentle, starting slow to make him giggle, but Bones had technically tickle cheated on him and that just wouldn’t do. Pinning him beneath his thighs, Jim dug into the sensitive spots, Bones’ clothes doing nothing to help him whatsoever.

Oh, how he laughed. Not a quick little inconvenienced laugh as he squirmed away, but a proper, desperate belly laugh. This was theirs and only theirs. Jim the only one Bones trusted to know this intimately. He was grabbing at Jim’s wrists now, but despite his strength he wasn’t pushing Jim away. Merely steadying himself.

Whatever they were and whatever they had, it always had and always would include this.

“I should tie you up and torture you,” Jim teased, even though he’d never immobilized him during this and only tickled him for a couple of minutes at a time, but Bones had once become a stuttering mess when Jim had threatened this and he did love a flustered Bones, after all.

He was laughing too hard to stutter, but the way he was shaking his head told Jim all he needed to know. His words had left a mark and whatever he did now, wherever he touched, would be more ticklish than usual.

He got to work.

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penaltbox · 4 years

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Something like enemies to friends to lovers with beech or mike vorlicky? Maybe it starts w u guys living in the same dorm hall and u hating how much noise he and his teammates make at ridiculous hours of the night when ur more exhausted and stressed out than u’ve ever been before & in dire need of sleep

Oh you know I’m always here for a Mike one 😬

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You remember the first phrase Mike Vorlicky ever said to you like it happened yesterday. You’d somehow got stuck near a bunch of freshmen in the dorms despite being a sophomore and to say they were loud was an understatement.

You went over to ask them if they could quiet down, just a little, because you had an 8am class the next morning and it was an important one. Mike looked you straight in the face when he answered the door and said ‘I don’t care.’

Your jaw dropped, and before you could argue with him, another boy came up behind him and introduced himself as Owen. He apologized for Mike’s rude behavior and had the boys settle down a little. Owen was much nicer and Mike became your least favorite person on campus after that.

Various run ins happened with him afterwards and you just tried to ignore him. He usually brushed past you, all but ignoring you for the first couple weeks after his rude greeting.

You’re trying to lock some homework down one Tuesday night when you hear a loud thud on the wall next to your bed. You look at the wall, completely confused, and turn back to your laptop. You hear another thud accompanied by a low ‘fuck’ and you know it’s Mike’s voice.

You frown, not sure what the issue is, but you try to ignore it. Suddenly he’s loud, on the phone with someone you assume to be his mom, and he’s complaining. He’s sick, and he has no medicine and no idea how to take care of himself. You curse yourself before getting out of bed and going to his door.

You shake your head but knock anyways. It takes a second before he opens the door but you’re met with a miserable version of the boy you knew. He frowns but doesn’t say a word. You take a deep breath and think of how to phrase it.

“Apparently we share a wall. I heard you say you’re sick, I’m sorry for eavesdropping. I have some medicine if you need it,” you offer gently, hoping he wouldn’t make you regret trying to be nice.

His shoulders drop and he nods quickly, speaking in a scratchy voice, “I feel so miserable. Please help.”

You smile a little and nod, instructing him to go back to bed as you go grab some stuff. He deadbolts his door so you can get back in and follows your instructions. You get everything you think he’ll need and grab an extra Gatorade from your fridge.

You spend the next three days checking on him as he progressively gets better. He tops it off with apologizing for how mean he had been at the beginning of the year. You don’t think you hate Mike anymore after that.

A weird friendship grows after that, rounding out the first semester, and you keep talking to each other despite being back home for the holiday break. You snap, text, and even FaceTime once. It was weird, but you started looking forward to hearing from him.

He’s at your room as soon as you get back to campus and when you open the door, he hugs you for the first time. It catches you off guard, but the feeling in your stomach lets you know you’re in trouble.

It doesn’t get easier after that. He wants to hang out all the time. He does homework in your room and invites you to hang out with the boys. He even invites you to a party, but you politely decline that offer. He still shows up to your room that night, drunk and sweeter than he’s ever been. If he falls asleep in your bed that night, and you happen to be cuddling, well that’s just something you don’t bring up the next morning.

It’s late in February when he comes over one night, seemingly run down from homework, hockey, and his crazy schedule. You had just finished a paper, submitting it and planning what you want to do with the rest of your night when Mike interrupts you.

You sit on the edge of your bed and he walks over, hands on either side of your thighs as your feet dangle. You’re glad now that you lofted it slightly so you’re level with his face.

“What’s wrong, Mikey?” You ask, reaching a hand up and running it through his hair. It was getting long and you hated to admit how much you liked it on him.

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second before speaking quietly, “how would I have survived this year without you?”

You giggle lightly, pulling your hand back to your lap and fidgeting with your fingers, “I don’t know. You seem to be doing just fine.”

“I almost died in November. You swooped in with medicine and saved my life,” he says, acting far too serious.

“You are so dramatic, Vorlicky.”

He smiles a little and shrugs, “I think it’s pretty close to the truth. Hey, I have a question.”

You frown a little because he’s never said it that way. Usually he doesn’t hold back and if he wants to know something he goes for it. You nod, saying, “yeah, go ahead.”

“Will you come to my game tomorrow night?” He asks, almost seeming shy. It wasn’t like him at all but you couldn’t tell what was going on.

You smile a little, “of course, I usually do. Why would this week be any different?”

He reaches a hand up and scratches behind his ear, a nervous tick you’d noticed with him. You grab his hand and wait for him to look you in the eye.

“Mikey, what’s going on?” You ask more firmly.

“I want you to go as my girlfriend this time.”

It’s quiet and rushed, and you have to take a second to make sure you heard it right. Your mind starts reeling, all the little things that had happened since holiday break building in your head. When did this happen? How did you miss that you weren’t the only one with feelings here?

Mike looks horribly nervous so you quickly snap out of your thoughts and nod, telling him, “I’d really like that.”

He lets out a big breath and smiles, laughing a little, “I really thought you were gonna say no. You hesitated a lot.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, scrunching your nose up, “I just had a million thoughts at once. But yeah, I think that sounds pretty nice.”

Mike nods and leans in, one hand sliding up to your hip, squeezing a bit as he kisses you gently. You return it, but instantly it’s not enough. You pull him closer, grabbing his shirt, and kissing him harder. He complies and keeps things going until you have to pull away and catch your breath.

“Wow,” is all you can manage at first, “does this mean I get to steal a sweatshirt to wear to the game finally?”

He smiles, mumbling before kissing you again, “yeah, I don’t care.”

This time the phrase is nicer, holds a much different tone, and yeah, maybe you definitely don’t hate Mike Vorlicky anymore.

#mike vorlicky #wisconsin hockey #my blurbs #mine #my writing #this got way longer than i intended #whoops

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!!!LONG POST. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Headernotes! - Anything in Parenthesis, feel free to change or remove. - Feel free to change pronouns to match. - Thank you for reblogging and using! <3

Script!;;

“Ho ho ho!”

“All right, class, if a reindeer leaves Elfsburg flying west at 20 miles per hour,

and another reindeer flies east traveling at 50 miles per hour, how many hours does it take for them to be 210 miles apart?”

“How come we can't learn things we want to?”

“Weirder than you can possibly imagine.”

“Ladies, keep up!”

“Do not panic!”

“That's gonna leave a mark.”

“Everything's gonna be all right.”

“I'm right here, babe. I'm right here. It's all right.”

“Honey, it was a false alarm.”

“I wish the baby had come this afternoon, or last week like we thought.”

“I'm going crazy. I'm really going crazy.”

“No more gifts.”

“I'll be back in a jiff.”

“That never gets old.”

“it's beautiful!”

“I'm a little concerned because the baby hasn't come yet.”

“Help you help me help you... help me. Help you.”

“One more thing. The Council (of Legendary Figures) called an emergency meeting.”

“Where? In the kitchen?”

“Is there an echo in here?”

“Sweetheart, I'm feeling so much better. I think that I'm going to go...on a walk”

“Anything I can do for you, (ma'am / sir)?”

“Care for some company?”

“I'm not gonna let that happen.”

“It's people that I need. You know, family.”

“There could be dire consequences.”

“I'll do what it takes to make this right.”

“let me see your teeth.”

“Open the doors if you want to fall in love!”

“You think it's necessary to call an emergency meeting?”

“Now that's what I'm talking about!”

“the possibilities are endless.”

“Excuse me. Did you just accuse me of being skillful and delicious?”

“Guilty as charged!”

“You gotta understand, I have enormous untapped potential.”

“Why don't you let that go?”

“You know, (name), it's no picnic being me!”

“I know I don't deserve another chance, but I am asking you for one.

“I want to make things right.”

“You have the warmest hug in the world.”

“That's a...That's a good-looking sweater vest.”

“Let's pause a moment here...and take a feelings inventory.”

“If you harshly exclude (her/him) from this formative experience, you could scar her for life.”

“What have you done?”

“Don't be embarrassed.”

“It's the most top-secret, hush-hush, amazing place in the world. How can you say that that's not special?

“Wait, wait, wait, what's this?”

“We really must party in my condo in Gstaad sometime. It'd be fun.”

“Did you bring the deep-dreamin' stuff?”

“I may be sleepy, but I'm not stupid.”

“Good thing you called. Otherwise, I don't know if I would've remembered you.”

“Oh, come on, you guys, you'll catch pneumonia out here.”

“Throw my underwear in a bag. It's not like we're going to the North Pole.”

“Remember when we went to Yosemite?”

“What part of our plan was not clear?”

“I'm trying to pick a tree the whole family will love.”

“You know, I cannot imagine how hard it must be keeping such a big secret

from your folks.”

“Well, it's definitely worth it.”

“I will give you all the TLC that you need.”

“What a wonderful surprise. I didn't know you were coming!”

“What did you think of my parents?”

“Where do they think we are?”

“It was like a dream.”

“No, that was first class. And I got a chance to sit next to Tony Bennett.”

“I'm sure you have a perfectly good reason for shutting us out of your life.”

“It's a lot of beans. How many beans can he eat?”

“Never heard of you.”

“No. Tom Cruise is petite. These people are short.”

“I won't always be here to help you.”

“just because you're not into Christmas doesn't mean others can't enjoy it.”

“There's no secrets. We're family.”

“I can't see!”

“Cocoacchinos, anyone?”

“And I bet you sing, too.”

“you don't find that incredibly threatening, I'm sure it's very nice.”

“This is a disaster. What's going on?”

“You can be honest with us. Don't be afraid.”

“I can't stand one more piece of bad news.”

“We got a schedule to keep, get back to work.”

“Wait a minute. You weren't worried, were you?”

“Don't watch what I'm doing, this is a very secret code.”

“Do you want me to put on the tree topper?”

“We have a problem. This is unreadable. Because it's all crinkled up.”

“It's not great at all. You've done a terrible thing.”

“Oh, smile, will you?”

“You're number one. Act like it.”

“I'm not answering that.”

“You picked up on that, did you?”

“Well, maybe it's not as bad as being ripped away from your family and told you can't see them anymore.”

“Rather than make things work, you make things worse.”

“Don't say anything you'll regret.”

“I thought I had a second chance at having a family, but I blew it again.”

“I was gonna wait until tomorrow to give you this, but... I think you need a bit of a pick-me-up now.”

“You hit me with a shovel!”

“Well, you rarely see them and you... don't mention them.”

“Why on earth would you drag yourself all the way over here?”

“Are you sure you should be driving?”

“Do I look like a cash machine to you?”

“ I know you think therapy is like witchcraft, but you might consider it.”

“You don't really know because you were never around.”

“You put all the pressure on me.”

“I'll take care of him.”

“No hello? Love what you've done with the place?”

“The whole thing is way too much work, too much pressure.”

“Please, I'm cleansing.”

“I got everything I need right here.”

“Bring it on! Who wants some of this? Come here!”

“You're just a guy who smells like a cookie.”

“You killed him.”

“We've been looking everywhere for you.”

“Of course. It only takes a few minutes to see the truth of an entire lifetime.”

“Have you been drinking cocoa?”

“We ticked each other off. That's it. Like families all over the world do.”

“They don't have to be perfect to be good families. We just have to be together.”

“secrets aren't for families. I'm tired of keeping you from your family.”

“It's a little freaky, but... you'll get used to it.”

“How can I ever thank you for this?”

“Isn't that a shame?”

“This is what you're all reduced to?”

“I'm warming your heart.”

“Are you telling the stories again?”

Blooper Reel!;;

“We'll do it right!”

“Do you like carrot juice?”

“I'm built for speed and comfort.”

“You... You weird me out.”

“Easy!”

“Why is that... Why is that funny?”

“All of a sudden Rosemary Clooney showed up.”

“I was laughing!”

“Quiet please!”

“Oh sorry, we workin’?”

“Let’s keep going!”

“Can we stop for snacks?”

“We lost an ear!”

“SIT DOWN!”

“I am gonna knock you out!”

“Where am I gonna get some real magic?”

“You’re gonna miss me so much you’re gonna be sick of me!”

“Someone burn the film!”

“I’ll just close the door!”

[Hilarious contagious laughter]

[Snorts]

[Giggles]

[Serious expression turns into laughter]

#Christmas Meme #christmas inbox meme #meme #inbox meme #roleplay inbox meme #roleplay meme

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ratedbangtann · 4 years

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✧˚₊‧𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✧˚₊‧ 𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 || 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗... Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 10.7K

Warnings: contains imagery that could be extremely upsetting to some. potential triggers for those who suffer with PTSD. mentions of anxiety.

Song: Driving Home For Christmas by Chris Rea ✧˚₊‧

"Jimin, grab my case!" Taehyung called to the younger who was stood a little closer to the belt at baggage claim. Jimin launched forward to grab Tae's case for him, lugging it over to the trolley that Tae was stood with.

Tae was a little pre-occupied, trying to get through to you on the phone, but the signal from Incheon airport was absolutely dire and he was getting nowhere.

"Still nothing?" Jimin asked, lifting the case to the trolley for Tae while he redialled.

"No, signal's bad," he huffed. Finally, it started to ring. You picked up almost immediately.

"Tae-Tae!" you chimed, a grin spreading to your face as you were licking cookie batter off your wooden spoon. "Landed safe then?"

"Yeah, just gotta go pick my car up and I'll be on my way back to you," he smiled to himself, ignoring the kissy-noises that Jimin and Jin were making in front of him.

"Awesome, I was just making cookies for you," you giggled like a child, excited to finally have your boyfriend home for the holidays. You'd spent all day yesterday and most of the early morning today making food for him to gorge on when he finally got home; mince pies, Christmas cake, shortbread, cupcakes, brownies... Whatever you could. Tae loved your baking, always had done. He had the sweetest tooth and you loved to please.

"Cookies? You're baking for me again?" he laughed, "You're so cute."

"Yeah, Christmas cookies! They're shaped like trees and snowmen. I'll decorate them when they've finished baking. There's plenty more food ready and waiting for you," you sang, popping the spoon in your mouth once again.

"I can't wait, babe. Shouldn't be any longer than another two hours or so? I'll call you from the car when I've connected the Bluetooth up."

"Okay, careful on your way out! Speak to you soon!" you said, mouth full of cookie batter. With that he hung up the phone, shoving it back into his coat pocket. The boys had pretty much all got the cases now and were loading them up to trolleys to push through the airport. This was Tae's least favourite part of travelling; getting past the fans that were waiting.

As soon as they walked through the doors, the cameras started, the screaming, the pushing. Security crowded the group as they walked through, holding back the crazies and guiding the members to the minibus that would take them back to the parking lot their cars were waiting in.

"Taehyung oppa!" one girl shouted, grabbing at him and managing to secure her fist in the material of his coat. She tried to pull him, forcing him to step backwards and almost tumble to the ground completely unbalanced. Security quickly bat her hand away, pushing her back into the crowd. Taehyung started to panic, feeling far too overwhelmed and needing to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

"Please, stay back!" he said calmly to the crowds pushing against them, but none of them listened of course. They all just wanted a piece of the boys.

"Stay back!" Security yelled, far more aggressive than Taehyung had been but it wasn't in his nature to yell at fans, no matter how disrespectful they were being. He was far too soft.

After fighting for what felt like an absolute age, the boys managed to escape the crowds being held by police, throwing themselves into the back of the minibus. The security took care of the cases, loading them up.

"Jesus that was worse than normal..." Hoseok complained, straightening out the collar of his jacket.

"Tae you okay? Saw you got grabbed..." Namjoon placed a hand on Tae's shoulder and he flinched a little, his head elsewhere and totally unaware of Namjoon's question. "You good, man?"

Tae just nodded a little, his eyes still wide with anxiety. Being mobbed like that always freaked him out, let alone being grabbed and almost dragged to the floor. He just wanted to get to his car and get back to you.

Namjoon noticed immediately that Tae wasn't right, but he didn't press the matter. He knew his brother well enough to know that Tae just needed some space, some peace to breathe and focus and he'd be fine.

The bus drove the small journey to the parking lot, leaving the screaming crowd of fans behind and giving Tae the quiet he needed. He let out a deep breath, pushing his curls out of his face. Not long until I'm home, he thought to himself.

The cars had been parked together before their trip overseas, securely parked in a protected corner of the lot. Jungkook and Namjoon had driven in together, Jin with Hoseok and Yoongi, and Jimin with Taehyung. But with Tae coming to you for the next week or so, Jimin was to drive back with Jungkook and Namjoon.

"Go easy on the roads, yeah? Probably gonna be icy," Jungkook said to the group, mostly to Jin and Tae who were actually going to be driving. "Text us when you get to y/n's. Or FaceTime us, we missed her too."

"Yeah, will do. Take it easy, Kookie. See you Christmas Day!" Tae waved to the boys, dragging his case over to the trunk of his car and hoisting it in. In no time at all, he was plugging his phone into the Bluetooth of the controls and dialling your number as he pulled out of the lot.

"Babe! Did you get through okay?" you asked, your voice filling the car and instantly. Tae's shoulders relaxed at the sound.

"Was rough, some girl dragged me..." he mumbled, focussing on the traffic as he joined the freeway. "I'm alright though, security pushed her back. I'm just leaving the lot now, ETA one hour, ten minutes? Should get to you around 10am."

"Tae, I'm sorry you were mobbed again. What happened to the private exits you were told you could use?"

"No idea, security shuffled us through the wrong way I suppose. I'm alright though, no need to panic," he reassured; whether for your benefit or his, he couldn't be sure. "I'm officially driving home for Christmas," he cheered.

"Yay! I can't wait, there's so much we need to do though. I've decorated but I haven't finished my shopping yet and I doubt you've had much of a chance to do any right?" you asked, pulling the cookies you had made out of the oven with your free mitten-covered hand.

"I've done some, we had some down time in LA. The shopping there is fantastic. But I wanna go to Lotte, I haven't bought for my mom and dad yet," he explained, merging lanes and pushing his foot down on the accelerator.

"Yeah we can do that! Just pick a day, I'm off work for the festive season now," you smiled as if he could see you, picking the cookies off the baking tray to cool them on the rack. Now you just had to prepare the coloured icing.

"Well tomorrow I don't wanna do anything at all, same as today. Can we just eat and snuggle?" he whined. You giggled at him, so cute...

"Definitely."

"Perfect. Put some music on babe, we can sing together," he suggested, not wanting to end the call with you but unable to fiddle with the stereo settings as he drove. You wondered over to the stereo in the kitchen, hooking it up to your open laptop with the recipes still loaded to the screen. You'd already made the perfect playlist for Tae's journey home; cheesy Christmas music.

You shuffled the playlist and immediately, 'Driving Home for Christmas' by Chris Rea started playing.

"Oh, perfect!" Tae laughed, shoulders shuffling to the upbeat music. You danced around the kitchen, still holding Tae to your ear.

"Driving home for Christmas! Oh, I can't wait to see those faces!" you both sang to each other down the phone. You put him on speaker phone and set him down on the worktop, while you mixed together the icing for the cookies, singing away to the songs that came on shuffle. You didn't even really talk to each other, just sang and kept each other company. It was nice; Tae often did this when he wasn't home. He just liked to call to keep you company, as if you were hanging out together.

You painted the icing on the cookies with little brushes, making cute little Christmas trees out of them and happy little snowmen.

Tae continued to drive, hurtling down the freeway. He gazed up into his mirror to see a large black SUV behind him, a little too close for comfort. He figured they just wanted to pass, so indicated to switch lanes to let them go through. He wasn't in the biggest rush really, wanting nothing more than to arrive in one piece.

But the SUV switched lanes with him, staying close. Tae squinted into the mirror, focussing on who was driving. Was it Jin? His car was similar, but... No... Just some guy he'd never seen before. He had a passenger Tae didn't recognise too, another man who seemed to be watching Tae.

Immediately, dread flooded through him, his suspicious mind racing. When he saw the passenger assembling something in his lap, he panicked again, pushing the accelerator down a little harder to get away from them.

The SUV sped up too, hot on Tae's heels.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself, doing his best to weave between traffic to trap the SUV behind someone else.

"Babe? You okay?" you asked, putting down the cookie you were working on. You could hear him muttering and the car speeding up.

"I, uh... I think I'm being tailed," he said, voice wavering.

"What? Well, uh... Are you sure?" you asked, worry flooding through you. Tae's eyes flicked back to the rear-view mirror, seeing the SUV dodging through the same cars he just had. The passenger now had a large camera in his hands, picking it up to aim the lens he'd assembled at Tae.

"I'm sure, they've got a fucking camera and keep driving up my ass!" he freaked, putting his foot down again.

"Tae, try and stay calm, okay? Change your route, go back to the dorm. You can come see me later, it's fine," you tried to reassure him. It didn't take much to figure out they were following Tae because he hadn't gone the same way as the other boys. They wanted to bust him and whoever he was coming to visit; you.

You'd tried so hard to keep your relationship out of the press and so far, it had worked. It was inconvenient to say the least; both of you had to cancel plans far too often for your liking but it was worth it for the moments of privacy that you could share.

"But I wanna see you. I need to see you, babe. You don't understand, you're the only one who can calm me down," he spoke so quickly, obviously having a panic attack at the wheel. The best thing you could do for him right now was to keep talking to him, get him to focus on driving and do whatever you could to calm him.

"I'm right here, okay? I can calm you down right here. But if you want them off your case, you're gonna have to go back to the dorm, understand? Just take it slow, they're not going to hurt you. You just need to focus on getting to the dorm, can you do that for me?" you asked, waiting on his response.

Tae had already felt panicky from the airport situation, his hands a little shaky and feeling far too easily spooked and now that he was being tailed, he could feel the anxiety bubbling away in his gut.

"Y/n I can't breathe..." he almost yelled, his breath laboured and uneven.

"Can you pull over anywhere? A rest stop, maybe?" you asked, desperate to get him off the road just for a moment to calm his nerves and clear his head. You headed to your stereo to turn the music off, so all he would be able to hear was your voice.

"N-Nowhere..."

"Okay, that's okay. Then you need to get into the slow lane, slow it down, and just breathe. Remember how I taught you?" you instructed. Tae nodded, realising that you couldn't see him but instead, working on the breathing exercises you had taught him for when his anxiety crept up on him this way. He didn't change lanes though, continuing to hurtle down the freeway to get away from the press.

Exhale through the nose for a count of eight, inhale through the mouth for a count of four; that was your exercise. You started to do it with him down the phone, counting for him.

It didn't seem to be working, tears building in his eyes as they flickered up to the mirror to watch the SUV behind him as they tried to pull out into the next lane to drive beside him, camera poised and ready. He watched them pulling up, inching closer until their wing-mirrors were practically touching. Tae couldn't think straight, could only watch in tears as the men invaded his privacy.

"Tae? Tae are you okay? What's happening? Just breathe..." your voice rang through the car but he couldn't focus on you at all, let alone respond.

The guy with the camera looked forward to the road and started yelling at the driver, waving his arm at him. The car braked, suddenly pulling back and Tae looked forward again at what the photographer was screaming about; the junction that was hurtling towards him at an alarming speed.

Tae slammed on the breaks, unable to take the sharp turn at such speeds and despite the brakes applying pressure to his tyres, the conditions on the road prevented the car from halting immediately, skidding across the road. He desperately clung to the wheel, turning it to follow the path of the road but he was going too fast.

The side of the car hit the crash barrier with a loud crack, pushing him back out into the road in a spin. His tyres had nothing to grip to, slipping across the surface and forcing him into the barrier on the other side. The wheels came away from the road, flipping onto the passenger side violently and rolling down the exit ramp.

The windows shattered, glass tumbling through the air as Tae sat helplessly being tossed around in his seat like a ragdoll. The car smashed into the crash barrier on the other side of the road again, slamming it to a halt. Silence settled on the wreck.

You could only listen in horror as you heard the first smash of metal on metal, glass breaking and loud crashes as the car had rolled before the line went dead. You had heard Tae screaming, yelling unintelligibly as he was thrown about inside.

Your heart raced, colour draining from your cheeks. With each crash and smash you heard, your whole body flinched, tears building immediately in your eyes at the horrific sounds you were listening to.

When the noise cut off, you started to yell for him, calling out to him as if he could hear you.

"TAE? TAEHYUNG?! TAE ARE YOU THERE?! FUCK!" you checked your screen to see the lockscreen; a photo of you and Tae snuggled up together with Yeontan. Immediately you tried to unlock it, frantically hitting the screen to get into it and call him back.

It rang out, no answer at all.

"SHIT!" you yelled, calling the first of the boys who was in your address book.

"Hey, y/n!" Hoseok's voice sang through the speaker after a couple of rings, alphabetically the first of the boys in the list. "How's it going? Tae with you yet?"

"HOBI, PLEASE! LISTEN!" you screamed. Hobi immediately shut up, concerned. "Tae was being followed, on the freeway. I think... I think he crashed, Hobi. I heard him! He was screaming..." you choked, sobs started to violently rise in your chest.

"Wait, are you sure?" he asked, trying to keep you calm.

"YES! I heard him, I heard it happen and the phone went dead! Hobi, please... what do I do?" you cried.

"HYUNG! CALL THE POLICE AND AMBULANCE. NOW," you heard Hobi shout to the someone in the car. "Where was he? Still on the freeway?"

"Yeah."

"Send them to the freeway out of Incheon, y/n thinks Tae's crashed. I know, that's why we gotta go there, now! Jin, turn around!" The boys were still driving too, a little further ahead than Tae and pulling off at a different exit.

"Don't panic, y/n. We'll get help to him, alright? Call Namjoon, get them to come to you," he instructed.

"Hobi it sounded bad..." you sobbed. "What if he...?"

"Don't. Don't even think it. He'll be fine. Call Namjoon, okay? I gotta go," he said, hanging up the phone.

At the freeway exit, Taehyung's car lay in a battered mess of metal. Other drivers had witnessed the crash, already on the phone to emergency services and watching on in horror as one brave man tried his best to see inside and check on the state of the driver.

With the car lying on its side, he had to climb onto it to see though the window properly, only just making out the driver's head lolling forward, his body completely slack. Tae was leaning toward the ground on his left side, held in place only by the seatbelt that still clung to him.

"Hey! Hey, can you hear me?!" the man called to him, getting no response back. He turned to his wife, stood a few feet away on the phone to paramedics. "Driver's unconscious! I can't see if he's hurt bad, I can't tell!" The woman relayed the information to the person on the phone, who could only reassure that help was on the way.

Back home, you were trying to call Namjoon, but the phone kept ringing out with no answer.

"Come on, answer the damn phone," you muttered, hands shaking violently as you continued to sob. Failing that, you called Jimin who actually answered.

"Y/n! What's up?" he sounded so cheery; clearly Hobi hadn't got hold of him yet.

"Jimin I... I need... you... to come... and get... me..." you sobbed, deep breaths shaking your voice as you did your best to speak clearly.

"Oh my god, what's wrong? Are you okay?" his tone changed immediately.

"What's up?" you heard Jungkook ask from the front seat of the car.

"I don't know she's crying, shut up!" Jimin called back. "What's happened? Why are you crying?"

"T-Tae, he... he cr-crashed. P-please, come here... Hobi is... helping... him. Please!" you sobbed, your knees giving way as you sank to the floor of your kitchen.

"SHIT! Oh my god, okay um... Jungkook, go to y/n's place!"

"What fo-?"

"JUST GO! NOW! Okay we're on our way, stay put." And the line went dead again.

You dropped the phone to the floor, horrendous sobs erupting out of your throat. You were so helpless, you had no idea what to do, or how on earth you'd be able to help in any way.

What if he was hurt bad? What if he...? No. No, you couldn't think like that. He'd be fine; Hobi said so himself. He had to be fine, because god knows what the hell you would do if he wasn't...

You weren't sure how much time had passed but you sat sobbing on the ground for a good while, waiting for some kind of news or development, but nothing came.

On the freeway, Jin couldn't get through the traffic that had built up behind the accident. But he, Hoseok and Yoongi had seen the emergency services rushing past down the hard shoulder, and without hesitation Jin managed to get himself onto the same clear stretch to follow after them. He couldn't care less if he was stopped by police, he needed to get to the scene. They needed to check that Tae was okay.

The boys were stopped as they reached the police tape cordoning off a good 20-30ft in front of where Tae's car lay in a heap. Hoseok jumped out of the car, immediately running and ducking under the tape to get to his brother, still trapped in the car.

"TAE! TAEHYUNG!" he screamed, hurtling towards the wreck where fire fighters were getting ready to cut into the metal. Before he could reach them, an officer bounded over to him, standing in front of him and pushing against him to keep him away.

"Sir, Sir! You can't go over there!" he yelled over the frantic boy as Yoongi and Jin ran to his side.

"TAEHYUNG!!!" he continued to scream, tears streaming down his face. Yoongi watched on in horror, his hands on his head as he stared at the wreck. His brother was in there. And he had no idea what state he was in...

"Hobi, Hobi! Hey, calm down, they're getting him out," Jin forced Hoseok to look at him, feeding him words of hope when he was doing everything in his power to keep himself together at the same time.

The officer let go of Hoseok when he stopped resisting, letting Jin hold his head to his shoulder as he sobbed.

"Officer please, he's our friend; our brother... Is he okay?" Yoongi asked calmly. The officer looked back at the wreck, watching the firemen saw into the metal, and turned back to the boys who were waiting for an answer.

"I don't know, honestly. Until they get him out, it's hard to tell. It was a pretty bad crash..." he spoke honestly, but his words gave little to no reassurance at all. "I'm sorry. When we know, you'll know. Please, come sit in the back of the squad car for now..."

He ushered the boys over to a waiting police car, lights still flashing on top. Hobi sat on the seat facing Tae's car, legs hanging out of the open door with Jin sat below on the rim of the door. Yoongi sat in the same position as Hobi, but in the front seat of the car so all three could watch for developments.

On the other side of the city, you had taken to pacing nervously around your kitchen, your phone gripped tightly in your hands. 45 minutes since the call ended with Taehyung. 45. You were going absolutely out of your mind with no news at all from anyone. You'd even typed into google "crash Incheon freeway" only to find the first developments of a bad road traffic accident at one of the exits.

Another few minutes passed, until finally a booming knock on your door frightened the life out of you. You ran to it quickly, opening it to see Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook looking pale-faced and panic-stricken.

Jimin stepped to you immediately, wrapping you in a tight bear hug as the sobs you had managed to suppress resurfaced.

"Why is there no news, Jimin? I-I've h-heard... nothing!" you cried into his shoulder.

"No news is good news," Namjoon tried his best to make you feel better but until you could see Taehyung for yourself, alive and well, nothing possibly could.

"We're gonna wait with you, y/n. I'm sure one of the others will call to tell us which hospital they're gonna take him to," Jungkook stepped into your hallway, joining Jimin to comfort you as best he could.

But you couldn't be comforted, simply too distraught to listen to reason.

It took the fire service a further twenty minutes to cut into the wreck to get to Taehyung, still laying limp in his seat. The boys looked on as they removed a chunk of the car, opening it up enough to see Tae's hair that had fallen over his face. Hoseok jumped up immediately and raced as close as police would allow him to watch as paramedics rushed in to do their initial checks on Tae.

They lifted him out carefully, laying him down on a waiting stretcher to survey the damage. The boys could only observe Tae's limp body being dragged out, his head now visible to them; it was definitely Tae.

They could see the blood that had dripped down the left side of his face from his head, running down his neck. His white shirt had been stained red in various places but the scariest sight of all was just that he was completely slack.

"Oh, my god..." Hoseok breathed, clasping his hands over his mouth as Jin and Yoongi joined his side. They watched in horror as he was strapped to the stretcher, head placed amongst a brace to keep it from lolling to one side. They checked his vital signs, making sure he was in fact still alive.

"Come on, Tae..." Jin muttered to the wind, praying aloud that he was okay. They saw paramedics nodding to each other and rushing the stretcher off to the waiting ambulance quickly.

"WAIT! WAIT, LET ME GO WITH HIM!" Hobi yelled out, pushing past the officer that had stopped him for the second time and rushing to the door of the ambulance. The paramedics looked at each other without uttering a word, sharing a look of questioning. "Please..." he begged. The paramedics nodded to him, helping him up into the ambulance.

He sat in the corner, looking down at Tae who lay unmoving. From up close, he looked far worse than he had expected... He had cuts and scrapes all over his face, a large wound to his hairline where blood had poured out across his face and matting his hair to his skin. There was blood down his arms, a little soaked into the material of his shirt and covering his hands.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Hoseok asked the paramedics, his voice small and hoarse.

"He's alive. We'll get a full evaluation at the hospital," one of the men answered, still working on Tae as his colleague sat himself in the driver's seat of the ambulance and started the engine. He turned the sirens on and started to leave the scene of the accident. The paramedic in the back was stretching an oxygen mask over Tae's face, adjusting it to give him the airflow he needed.

"Can I hold his hand?" he asked, eyes never leaving Tae's battered face. He didn't care that they were covered in blood, he just needed to be there for him.

"Sure you can, man," the paramedic said, leaning a little away to give Hobi the room to reach for Tae's hand, lying cold against the stretcher. He squeezed it, warming it with his own body heat and pushing two fingers to his wrist to feel his pulse. He needed to feel it for himself...

The faint throb of Tae's veins gave Hoseok a new wave of hope; hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd be okay. His chest rising and falling was helping too, watching the most fundamental of human activity taking place. Tae's alive, he thought to himself. That's good...

"Shit, which hospital are we going to?" Hobi asked, suddenly remembering you were probably going out of your damn mind with worry. He hadn't called you back like he promised, hadn't kept you updated, and it had been over an hour.

"Inha University hospital is the closest," the paramedic replied, attaching electrodes to Tae's chest after cutting the fabric of his shirt open in order to monitor his heart rate closer.

Hobi pulled his phone out of his pocket to immediately text you.

When your phone beeped in your hand, you frantically pushed Jimin and Jungkook away from you, swiping it unlocked to see Hobi's message.

'Tae alive. En route to Inha University Hospital.'

"He's... Oh Jesus, he's alive..." you sighed with relief, still plagued with concern for his wellbeing. "Where's Inha?!" you yelled to the room. "Sat nav, let's go!" Jungkook immediately ran back out of the front door, you and the others in tow. You hadn't managed to get any shoes on, nor a coat; not that it mattered to you. Your main priority was getting to Tae as quickly as humanly possible.

You jumped in the back seat with Jimin, Namjoon taking shotgun with Jungkook driving. Namjoon had set up the sat nav as quickly as possible as Jungkook drove in the general direction of the hospital.

In the backseat you sat shivering; not from the cold, but from pure terror. You couldn't stop fiddling with your hands, pulling the cuffs of your ghastly Christmas sweater over them, biting your nails, scratching the back of your hand until it was sore.

Jimin noticed, placing his hand over yours to steady them, looking down at you with tears in his own eyes and a forced empathetic smile on his lips.

"He's alive, y/n," he affirmed, squeezing your hands. You nodded, turning to look out the window at the city as you passed through it. Jimin didn't let go of your hands for the rest of the ride, holding onto you as much for his comfort as yours. The others remained quiet, Namjoon chewing on his thumbnail and Jungkook concentrating on the sat nav.

You kept replaying those sounds over in your head; the crashing, the glass shattering, the screams... Those screams ran right through to the bone, and you were sure that you would never forget them. You could hear them so clearly, ringing in your ears over and over again. They were going to keep you up at night, mental images of Tae and his car hurtling through the air at horrendous speeds plaguing your subconscious.

Before Jungkook had even parked up you were jumping out of the car, running for the entrance to the emergency room with your socks becoming soaked from the ground as you ran. You could hear Jimin behind you, yelling your name to get you to slow down but you were on a mission; you needed to see him.

You ran right into the front desk with a thud, out of breath and panic stricken.

"Please, has a guy come in from a traffic accident yet? He's my boyfriend... Is he here?" you scrambled to tell the woman who was staring at you with wide eyes. She'd stopped tapping away at her computer to listen to you practically screaming at her, desperate for information.

"Ma'am it's a secure patient and we can't let anyone just wonder i-" she began but you interrupted.

"Please! He's my boyfriend, for god's sake. PLEASE!" you sobbed, Jimin and Jungkook finally catching up to you. The nurse immediately recognised them, fully aware that they were here for Taehyung.

"Where is he?" Namjoon followed in behind, a serious look on his face that hardened his jaw and strained the tendons in his neck.

"Sir, this woman, is she...?"

"With us, yes. Where IS he?" he repeated, impatient, leaning against the counter.

"They've taken him into surgery, he had internal bleeding in his abdomen. It'll be a few hours..."

"I'll wait," you said. You were determined you wouldn't be leaving until Tae was able to leave with you. If that meant you'd be here for days, weeks... You didn't care.

"Of course, you're welcome to wait ma'am," the nurse smiled sweetly at you, hoping that perhaps it would comfort you just a little. Of course, it didn't, but you appreciated her effort.

"Y/n?" you heard from behind you. You turned immediately to see Hoseok stood in the hall, his face pale and eyes wide. You scanned him, noticing the patches of dried blood on the end of his sleeve, a smudge of it on his cheek that he must have done absentmindedly. His hands had been washed, but he still couldn't hide the specs you noticed.

"Hobi..." you practically whispered, immediately charging towards him and almost knocking him to the floor with the force of your body hitting his, arms wrapping around him. He gripped onto you tightly.

"They're working on him, I don't know what's happening... Jin and Yoongi are in the waiting room outside surgery," he mumbled into your hair.

"Is he gonna be okay?" you sobbed, pulling back to look up into his face. You were begging for some kind of hope, some kind of reassurance. Hobi was good at that; giving hope. He prided himself on it, hence his stage name but right now he didn't know how to give you any.

"I don't know..." Your heart broke, watching the hope he usually exuded fading. Tae may be alive, but barely. He was clinging on, but who knew if he would recover... What if the surgery went wrong? What if he had severe head injuries?

Namjoon ushered you all to the waiting room, following the signs and helpful guidance of nurses along the way to find the surgery. Yoongi was sat outside with his head in his hands, Jin leaning back against the wall and staring up at the ceiling tiles. As soon as they heard footsteps their heads snapped towards you, hearts breaking at the sight of you in such a state.

Jin got up to hug you, but right now you couldn't really even react. You felt totally defeated, totally lost.

All you could do was wait.

Hours passed by in the waiting room, no one really talking. One of the boys would mutter something every so often, but you weren't listening. Jimin had bought you a coffee to keep you going but it sat untouched at your feet, going cold as the minutes passed.

You just kept imagining Tae; happy, smiling, laughing. You were picturing being with him the way you were supposed to be right now; filling your faces with the cookies and cakes you had made, snuggled up on the couch under a fleece blanket. Stealing little kisses from him, tracing little patterns on his skin to join the constellations of his freckles. Running your fingers through his fluffy curls.

But you weren't going to get that. You weren't even sure you would ever get that again.

What the hell were you going to do without him? Taehyung was the love of your life, the man who had changed everything for you. He had been the best thing to ever happen to you. He took care of you, and you of him. You love him, so, so much. You expected such a long future with him, never imagining a life without him.

But that could be your reality after today.

Time seemed to pass in stages. An hour would fly past, but the next ten minutes would feel excruciatingly slow. It confused you and infuriated you, your cold, wet feet tapping against the linoleum flooring. Nurses and doctors would come and go, none of them speaking to you, none of them involved in Taehyung's case.

"What am I gonna do without him?" you mumbled to the room.

"You don't need to think about that," Yoongi said, stern and certain.

"But what if..."

"Don't, y/n. He's strong." He sounded annoyed but you knew he was just processing, forcing himself to believe that you couldn't possibly lose Taehyung. None of you would be able to cope without him.

The thought was in the back of everyone's minds though, nothing but worry hanging over their heads.

After a while, a doctor came rushing down the corridor towards you. He seemed nervous, and you didn't like the look that was etched into his ageing face.

"Mr Kim's friends?" he asked. You rose to your feet immediately.

"Is he okay?" you asked, just needing an answer.

"He's lost a lot of blood internally. We need a donor... Do any of you know your blood types?" he rushed his words, needing an answer quick. You knew yours, but would you match Tae?

"I'm B positive... Can I help?" Jungkook piped up before you had a chance.

"No, I'm afraid he's A positive..." the doctor's brow creased.

"I'm A positive..." you almost yelled. You knew you were. You'd been on the donor list ever since you were eligible.

"Perfect, could you follow me please, miss?" he turned on his heels and you followed immediately, into a private hospital room where a nurse was already setting up the equipment for the transfusion.

"Please, on the bed," he motioned for the hospital bed. You hopped up immediately. The nurse rolled your sleeve up, wrapping a tourniquet around your bicep to ready your arm for the needle. You hated needles but this was more important. Far, far more important.

"You'll feel a pinch, but it's not too bad," she said sweetly. You turned your head away as she poked it into your skin, unable to watch. It dangled there, waiting for the tube to be attached to draw the blood out of your system.

"It'll take about eight to ten minutes, only taking a pint, okay?" she explained, as the tube began to fill with the dark red consistency. "You might feel a little light-headed, that's totally normal. But this could save his life," she smiled with a forced look of hope on her face.

"Is he going to be okay?" you asked again. Why would no one tell you?

"We're doing everything we can for him. This will definitely help, okay? Try not to panic. Just relax..." she soothed. You took a deep breath, trying not to look at the blood pumping out of your arm. After a few minutes, you did feel light-headed, but it was nothing you couldn't handle.

As soon as it was over the doctor took the bag it had collected in, rushing it out of the room.

"You can stay here while you get your balance back, if you'd like?" she offered.

"N-no, thank you... Can I go back to my friends?" You didn't fancy sitting alone in an empty hospital room right now.

"Of course, let me help..." she linked her arm with yours, helping you stand steady on your feet.

"Thank you," you smiled at her as best you could as she helped you back to the boys, sitting you down in your seat.

"You okay?" Hobi asked, taking hold of your hand. You nodded, not really wanting to talk but to focus on stopping your head from spinning. You simply squeezed his hand a little.

It took another hour of silence before another doctor reappeared, pulling the surgical mask off his face. You stood up again, a little too fast, stumbling back into Hobi who managed to catch you.

"Please..." was all you could say, words failing you.

"He's stable," he said, exhaling steadily. Your knees almost gave way, relief flooding through your body. "He'll be out for a while, but they're taking him to the ward now. The internal bleeding has been stopped, transfusion worked perfectly; it saved his life," the doctor put his hand on your shoulder.

You couldn't hold the tears back anymore, crumbling to pieces in the middle of the hall. Hoseok pulled you into his chest, letting you sob against him in relief. You could feel his chest shaking beneath you too, suppressing his own sobs. His arms wrapped so tightly around you, grounding you when you felt as if you could melt into the floor.

The boys around you hugged each other too, letting the relief show on their faces and tears spill if they needed to.

"You can come see him, if you'd like?" the doctor asked.

"Please..." was the only word you seemed to be capable of saying right now. All of you followed the doctor, hot on his heels as you weaved from corridor to corridor. Anxiety was building in your stomach, butterflies hammering themselves against your insides harder and harder the further you walked. Hobi held your hand the whole time, never wanting to let you go for both his own comfort and yours. Jimin had appeared at your side too, locking his fingers with your free hand for the same reason Hobi had. Everybody needed someone today.

"He's just in here," the doctor held his hand out, stepping to one side to let you walk through, but you halted in place, petrified. What were you about to walk into? What would he look like? The anguish on your face was clear to everyone who saw it. Jimin squeezed your hand, offering some support.

"He doesn't look as bad as you'd imagine, I promise you," reassured the doctor. "You can only see cuts and scrapes; his left ankle is in cast." You nodded, processing.

"We're here, y/n," Jimin said to you. You nodded again, taking a deep breath and letting Hobi push the door open with his free hand.

As soon as you saw the lump under the blankets, you immediately dropped the hands that held yours and rushed to his side. Your hands hovered over his, too afraid to touch him; he looked so delicate, strapped up to all kinds of machines with tubes sticking out of him; they were grotesque, like a violation but so vital. The monitor next to you beeped periodically, signalling each beat of his heart that was still fighting.

Fresh tears welled in your eyes and frankly, you didn't know what to do with yourself. You hadn't seen him in weeks, and you had been clinging to today, waiting for the time you'd be able to see his beautiful face and hold him, but you never imagined this.

There were large scrapes to his face, a split in his lip. He'd had stitches laced into his forehead, along his hairline to the gash that had coated his face in blood when Hobi first saw him. The hospital gown they'd adorned him in was unflattering, and the short sleeves did nothing to hide the gashes and bruises to his arms. His left ankle was in plaster, like the doctor had told you it would be.

He had a thick tube taped to his mouth that was hanging wide open, and clips on his fingers with wires attached to the ends. Next to the bed was a drip, keeping him hydrated while the bag you had seen earlier with your blood in it hung next to it, almost empty but dribbling the last of it into his system.

"Tae..." you whispered, although you were fully aware, he couldn't hear you. You couldn't look anywhere but his face, sleeping peacefully under the anaesthetic. "Can I touch him?" you said aloud, afraid to do so without permission.

"Of course," said the doctor, speaking softly in such a delicate moment. Slowly you reached for him, taking his hand in yours and wrapping your fingers around it. He felt warm, a stark contrast to the cold that Hobi had felt earlier that day. You willed him to squeeze your fingers, wanting to feel him holding you back but you knew, of course, it would take time.

"He has two cracked ribs on his left side, so just be careful around him. That's where most of the damage is and where we found the bleed in the internal tissue. That's been stopped with keyhole surgery, and he should make a full recovery," the doctor gave a full run down of his condition for you. "He did suffer a concussion from the impact to his head, but all tests point to no major damage to the brain."

"Thank you," you turned to the doctor, still grasping Tae's hand in yours with tears streaming down your face. The doctor smiled a tight-lipped smile at you and the rest of the boys who had filed into the room behind you.

"I'll give you some privacy. If you need anything, press the call button just there," he pointed to the little remote sat on the edge of the bed, and left quietly.

Silence settled over the room, a few sniffles from various different corners as everyone just watched Tae's chest rising and falling for a moment, listening to the beeps of the machinery.

"I should have met him at the airport..." you thought aloud, "I should have been with him."

"Don't do that to yourself, y/n. You couldn't have stopped this..." Jin spoke up, wanting to rid you of the guilt that was seeping into your mind.

"How did this happen?" Jungkook asked, meaning it rhetorically to curse the universe for the twist in fate but unfortunately, you had that answer.

"He was being chased," you told them.

"He was what?" Namjoon asked, jaw clenched with rage. Who would dare put him in so much danger?

"Press were tailing him... They got too close and it freaked him out. I tried to calm him down through the Bluetooth but... I think... I think they were following him to see where he was going." Anger started to rise in you, wondering where those men had disappeared to. They needed to be found. They needed to be prosecuted. They could have killed your beloved Taehyung. They almost did...

"Excuse me, I have to make some calls," Namjoon spoke through clenched teeth, heading out of the room on a mission to find the reporters who did this.

"I'll go with him, keep him calm..." Yoongi muttered, following.

Jimin stepped to the other side of the bed, taking Tae's other hand in his and sitting down in the chair on that side.

"We'll find them, Tae," he said to him, promising to get the justice he deserved.

"I'm gonna go get something from the vending machine, do you guys want anything?" Jungkook offered, happy in the knowledge that Tae was going to be fine and was safely surrounded by the people he loved.

"Anything, I don't care. I didn't realise how hungry I was," Jimin said. Hoseok declined the offer politely and you just shook your head, unable to tear your streaming eyes away from Tae. Jungkook left quietly, as if shutting the door would wake Tae.

"Sit down, y/n. You'll get tired," Jimin said, nodding to the chair perched in the corner of the room. You looked at it, contemplating. But reaching for that would mean letting go of Tae's hand and no way were you going to let go.

Hobi sensed the way you hesitated, grabbing the chair for you to sit without having to let go.

"Thank you," you smiled, genuinely grateful.

After about an hour, Namjoon came back into the room with Yoongi close in tow. You had lay your head on the edge of the bed, still holding Tae's hand tightly in yours, playing with his fingers as tiredness started to consume you. As soon as Namjoon walked back in the rest of the room sat up to listen to what they had to say.

"Police have been notified. CCTV is being checked along the freeway. Bang has an idea of who the reporters are, thinks that someone leaked information to them. He's investigating now," he said sternly, running a hand through his tousled hair. "No change?" he asked, nodding toward Tae. You shook your head.

"He could be out for up to 48 hours," Jungkook said, "I asked the doctors."

"Okay, well I think we need to get home. Shower, eat something, change; we'll come back in the morning." The boys all agreed, seeing little point in hovering in his room overnight if he'd be out for hours, possibly days.

"Y/n, who do you wanna ride with?" Joon asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Oh, I'm not going. I'll stay," you said, resting your head back on the bed, looking up at Tae sound asleep.

"Y/n, you need to change, shower. You don't even have any shoes..." he argued softly, trying to coax you out of your seat. He crouched down at your side. "He'll be here when you get back."

"I'm staying here, Namjoon. I'm not leaving him alone. I don't care if he doesn't wake up yet," you stayed firm. "I won't have him wake up to an empty room."

"Joon, leave her," Yoongi pulled Joon's sleeve gently. "We'll bring you some clothes, y/n. Just make sure you eat something." You nodded, satisfied that they would let you stay with Tae.

"We'll see you in the morning, sweetie. Try and sleep too," Hoseok stepped over to you, placing a kiss to your forehead where you lay. Each of the boys said goodbye to you, and to Tae too, promising to see him later.

They filtered out, one by one, leaving you alone with Tae. You'd been waiting until you were alone with him, waiting to say what you wanted to, whether he could hear you or not.

"Tae... I know you, um..." you shook your head, ridding yourself of the feeling of silliness that you were potentially talking to thin air, "I know you can't hear me but, I gotta say this anyway. "I love you. I love you so, so much and I swear, I'm so sorry I didn't come to the airport. I'm sorry I couldn't keep you calm... I'm sorry, I tried. There was nothing I could do. I'll be here when you wake up, okay? And I'll take care of you until you're better, whatever it takes. I'll be here, the whole time.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, y'know... I was going out of my mind, I thought I'd lost you. I don't think I'd have coped, I-" a lump rose in your throat, another sob teetering on the edge. "You just mean the world to me. You've been there for me in my darkest moments and now it's my turn. I'm here, Tae. I'll always be here."

This wasn't like the movies or k-dramas; Tae's hand didn't twitch in yours. His eyes didn't flicker, the heart monitor didn't change its pace. There was no magical moment where he woke up at the sound of your profession, but somehow, you felt better.

The clock on the wall reached 2am before you finally let the exhaustion take its toll, resting both arms on the edge of the bed and leaning your head on top of them. It wasn't the comfiest position, but you were too tired to care. And you still kept your hand in Tae's, never letting him go.

Hours ticked by, with you peacefully resting next to Tae. No change, not even a flicker. Around 8am you were still sleeping, and Tae had been out of surgery for a total of fifteen hours. The boys were still at home, getting their rest and recharging to come back to visit in a few hours' time.

As you slept peacefully, you missed the most vital sign that showed any inkling that Tae was on his way to waking up.

His eyes rolled under his eyelids, eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly. They kept fluttering, gathering strength the more time went on. It took a good twenty minutes or so, but eventually, they started to flutter open.

Tae was waking up; he was conscious enough to hear the beeping, conscious enough to feel the weight of your hand in his, conscious enough to feel the oxygen tube in his throat and the clips on his fingers.

He took in a deep breath, completely of his own accord, eyes finally opening enough to see a blur of dark colours swirling in front of his face. When he tried to exhale, he choked a little on the tube, the sensation scaring him a little. His immediate reaction was to squeeze his fists, which in turn, squeezed your hand.

You stirred next to him, feeling the change and for a moment you thought you'd imagined it, not bothering to look up or to check. But then you heard him inhale again deeply, and splutter on the exhale again. Your head shot up, searching for the sight you had so hoped you would find, and you had been right.

Tae lay with his eyes open, wide in fact, panicking a little at the feeling in his throat.

"T-Tae...?" you stuttered, in total shock. He groaned a little, a gurgling noise coming from the back of his throat. "O-oh my god, wait... Stay calm okay? I'll get someone," you stumbled, letting go of his hand to search for the remote with the call button on it. You pressed it immediately, too scared to touch any of the pipes to remove them so Tae could breathe of his own accord.

It took less than a minute for a doctor and a nurse you hadn't seen before to rush in, immediately coming to Tae's side. They calmed him down, still panicking a little at waking up in an unknown place. Perhaps he hadn't remembered what happened? He'd be so confused...

They removed the breathing tube, still keeping him attached to the hydrating drip but removing the blood drip from his arm. They checked over a few of his vital signs, the typical light pen to the eyes and heart rates and blood pressure, etc... Satisfied with the results, they left you to it, promising to return a little later.

You stood in the corner until they left, watching them carefully. You stayed put for a moment when they left, letting Tae adjust to his surroundings before immediately charging over to him.

"Y/n..." he croaked, voice hoarse and scratchy. He reached his hand out to you, and without a second thought you ran to his side, clutching his fingers in yours. Except this time, he held yours too, squeezing them in his.

"I'm here, I'll always be here," you reassured, watching as his eyes watered at the sight of you, tears spilling down the sides of his head. He tried to speak again, but the dryness in his voice was keeping his words at bay.

"Wait, don't talk. Hang on," you reached for the jug of water on the table at the end of the bed, pouring him a little glass. The nurses had hoisted his bed up a little, folding him to sit up just enough to make it easy for you to hold the glass to his lips and help him drink little by little, soothing the dryness.

"Y-you... stayed?" he asked, seeming to be shocked at the idea that you waited for him, refusing to leave.

"I wasn't going to leave you, Tae. I didn't want you to be alone," you said, voice whining as you held back the tears again. Finally, he was awake. He was talking to you. He was alive. "I love you. Jesus, I was so scared... I thought-"

"Shh, no..." he squeezed your hand again, stopping you. "C-couldn't, leave you..." he smiled, wincing a little at the ache in his body. He tried to lift himself to sit up straighter, but it only caused him more pain.

"Oh god, no don't... don't move..." you panicked, hands hovering over him unsure what to do.

"I-I'm fine..." he raised his hands to stop you fussing, grunting as he settled himself.

"Can I do anything for you?" you asked, clueless and at a loss.

"Just... Just be here," he said, reaching for your hand again and lacing his fingers with yours. "Like you always are." He lifted your hand to meet his lips, planting a soft kiss to the back of your palm. You smiled at him, leaning down to place a soft kiss to the patch of his forehead that was exposed, far enough away from the stitches to not cause discomfort.

"I'm gonna text the boys though, so they know you're awake. I'm sure they'll be here soon anyway..." you told him, reaching to your phone that lay on the end table. You sent a message to the group chat you were all in together.

You: 'Tae's awake, doing well." Hobi: Already? Thank god, be there soon.

Namjoon: I'll wake up the others, see you soon.

Yoongi: you doing okay, y/n?

You: I'm fine. Relieved. See you soon.

"They're coming," you said, placing the phone back on the table and sitting in the chair next to Tae again. You grasped his hand in yours, placing kisses to each finger so gently, watching his face as it broke into a smile; the one you'd missed so much when he had been away.

Nurses came and went for different readings and pain-killing drugs to be administered over the next hour or so. In record time, all six of the boys wondered into the room at once with flowers and fruit for Tae. Tears were shed, hugs, awkward bro-handshakes...

"Why the fruit?" Tae asked them, looking at the hamper that they'd brought in with them.

"I don't know, isn't that what you're supposed to take to the hospital? Tradition or something?" Jin shrugged, making Tae chuckled. He winced a little at the jab he felt in his ribs with laughing, like a constant reminder that he really wasn't okay.

"We really thought we were gonna lose you, Tae... Scared the hell out of all of us," Jimin said, thinking back over the last 24 hours.

"I'm sorry..." he looked down in shame, somehow blaming himself.

"Hey, don't do that. You did nothing wrong," you said, running your thumb over his hand.

"She's right. Those reporters are being investigated, Tae. We'll get them," Namjoon confirmed, nodding his head.

"The nurses said before you walked in that it came close..." Tae's head dropped, looking down at his lap.

"If it hadn't been for y/n's donation, they think you may have lost too much blood..." Jungkook said without even realising he'd just told Tae what you hadn't managed to yet.

"Wait... what?" Tae looked over you, who was staring wide eyed at Jungkook and cursing him for letting it slip.

"You didn't tell him?" he asked you, confused.

"It wasn't important..." you shrugged, twiddling Tae's fingers in yours.

"You did what?" he asked, tugging on your hand to make you look up at him.

"They said you needed blood. We're a match, so..."

"You gave me your blood? But you hate needles?" It seemed like such an alien concept to him, that you would ever do something like that for him.

"Not as much as I love you, moron. You needed it!" you argued. Tae's eyes watered, touched that you would have done that.

"You saved my life..." he croaked, hot fresh tears spilling over his cheeks. "Thank you."

"Any time," you smiled, wiping his cheeks with your free hand. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his gently. His free hand held the back of your neck, stopping you from moving away from him too soon. "I'd have given anything to keep you around," you sighed, forehead pressed to his.

"I love you so, so much..." he proclaimed.

"I love you too, Tae," you promised.

"A match biologically as well as romantically then, hmm?" Tae chuckled, with such warm sentiment it made your heart swell.

"I guess so," you grinned, "As if we needed any more proof..."

Conversation turned to other things, the boys chatting about seemingly trivial matters, but Tae could barely pay attention; he was totally absorbed in you and what you had done for him; something you thought had been so small, something so tiny that you just did without a second thought.

Around 11am, the doctor from yesterday that had brought you to see Tae came into the room, fresh faced and in different coloured scrubs than before. He checked Tae over for the nth time that day, asking him all manner of questions now that he was awake and aware enough to answer coherently.

"Doctor, can I just ask...?" Tae stopped himself, thinking he sounded trivial.

"Please, ask away Mr Kim," he offered.

"Can I go home for Christmas?" Tae asked, voice filled with hope. He'd just wanted to spend the holidays with you, and they were fast approaching, only a week to go.

"Mr. Kim, you're already surpassing expectations. You'll need to rest, probably be in a wheelchair for a few days but... I'm positive we can discharge you in the next few days," the doctor smiled triumphantly at Tae, who's face lit up completely.

Tae was coming home for Christmas. But more importantly, Tae was coming home...

*****

"Alright, be careful..." Namjoon said, backing the wheelchair Tae was perched in up the few steps at the lobby to their dorm building. Jungkook stood in front of him, lifting the front wheels to lift Tae over the threshold and into the building.

"I'm sure I could have stepped up that," Tae rolled his eyes, a little frustrated at having to have people cart him around now that he was home from the hospital.

"Oh, shut it, misery guts. We can leave you here with the breaks on if you want," you teased, stepping into the building behind Jungkook.

"You wouldn't..." Tae challenged, narrowing his eyes at you. You just smirked, stepping around Jungkook and planting a kiss to his cheek. You took the handles of the wheelchair from Namjoon, pushing Tae towards the elevator.

He'd spent the last day at your apartment with you, finally being discharged on Christmas Eve, ironically enough. But after the accident, you had insisted that the eight of you spend Christmas day together, as a family. So, you were now pushing Tae into the elevator to take him up to the dorm.

As soon as you pushed him through the front door, a chorus of cheers and yelps rang through the apartment. Tae giggled to himself, feeling a little awkward at the attention but frankly so grateful to them; he'd never felt so loved, so cared for.

Jin had cooked Christmas dinner with help from Yoongi that you all sat around the table to enjoy. You played games, made jokes, exchanged gifts; like a regular Christmas day. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

"I got you one last gift, y/n. Well, Hobi got it for me, but I called in the order from the hospital and he picked it up for me..." Tae said, reaching into the large bag next to his wheelchair for a small, rectangular box. It was draped in a red velvet ribbon, invitingly so. He beckoned you to him, insisting you sit on his lap to open it.

"I don't want to hurt you, Tae..." you protested, but he was having none of it.

"You're not sitting on my ribs or my ankle, it's fine. Sit," he demanded. You did as you were told, perching on his lap with your legs strewn over the large wheel. He handed you the box, watching impatiently as you unwrapped the ribbon and lifted the lid.

Inside was a gold necklace, a little pendant attached. A red stone sat in the middle; it looked like a ruby, but no bigger than flat of a drawing pin, imprinted into the gold.

"Tae, it's beautiful," you gasped, pushing it around in the box with your finger.

"Flip it over," he said, grinning. You did, and on the back was a small inscription.

A+

Your eyes widened, heat rising to your cheeks almost immediately as you realised the meaning behind such a simple design.

"Tae..." you choked, your eyes glazing.

"Wait, that's not the best part..." he teased, reaching in between the open top button of his shirt and pulling out the very same pendant, already around his neck. "We match," he grinned, of course laced with hidden meaning.

You didn't know what to say, staring down at the necklace in your hands. Tae reached over to lift it out of the box, undoing the clasp and wrapping it around your neck to put it on you immediately.

You raised your hand to his chin, pulling him gently in your direction to place your lips on his so sweetly, so much honest emotion and passion in one little kiss. You pushed his hair out of his face as you pulled away, affectionately fiddling with the ends.

"I'm so damn lucky to have you," you sniffled, still so grateful to the universe for not only giving him to you in the first place, but letting you keep him when you thought you would lose him.

"And I, you," he grinned, popping a kiss to the end of your nose. "My perfect match." ✧˚₊‧𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬‧₊˚✧ - 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

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Have you done breakdowns of the last few episodes yet? If not 👀

**spoilers for a new york wedding**

Prologue: I had a partially free day today (as in the day I started writing this which is now two days ago) so I decided to swing by Central Park and check out the Bethesda Fountain where I saw both a proposal and a man on a segway with a live snake around his neck so, yeah, New York is just Like That.

"Here's a possibly magic crown. Why don't we ask the butt stuff guy about that?"

The face Brennan makes when Emily says, "I used to do colonics at the salon," is great. Like, "We are two minutes into this ep, your sentence isn't even complete, and I already can't handle it."

So they get out of the sewers and Bethesda Fountain has been attacked (which is a shame just aesthetically because, having now seen it in person, it's a really pretty fountain). Em is devastated and explains that the fountain is like a Important magical symbol of good change and a source of divine purification magic.

Another side note about the fountain: There are these little cherub figures around it in additional to the Angel. I wonder if those are sentient too. Also-also, the promenade across from the fountain has these cool murals of the seasons. My point is, there's a lot of fodder for possible lore just in that small area of the park.

Misty finds ashes by the fountain (concerning) and wipes it on Kugrash's fur (rude).

I love that Emily thought Pete was pouring one out (one being one bag of cocaine).

"Sophie, your magic is that you're a wonderful person and you jump really good."

"The Bread Wedding"

Kudos to Brennan for all the wide range of crazy voices he had to do in this ep. Don Confetti. The Golem. Perry the Pigeon. That can't be easy on the throat.

Sophie is fully ready to fistfight Don Confetti over their last names which is wild for a lot of reasons we're not gonna get into.

So Brennan has everyone roll a Wis save and everyone did OK except I think Ricky. Brennan never explains why he had them roll that. Concerning. I'm wondering now if it was something that would have needed a nat 20 to save from it or something where the people who saved didn't realized they saved from it and the people who didn't are just ticking time bombs or sleeper agents or something else awful.

Pete is such a dangerous friend to be around when you're emotionally compromised. His solution to everything is drugs.

"It's an off-white!" --Misty upon being called out for wearing white to a wedding.

Brennan has Perry go on a wild 39 second monologue about relationships that Pete interrupts by stuffing drugs down his gullet--see again my previous bullet about Pete.

Sophie notices that a lot of the pixies recognize her which pm confirms her brother is In This which, to use the word of the day again, *Concerning*.

Emily having Sophie get really emotional but also struggling to keep the laughter out of her face is always super funny to watch.

So Pete finds a table of vampires. Brennan spends a couple of minutes describing them before he gets to it outright but it's pretty immediately clear they're vamps. Well, vamps plus a suspicious older guy and a girl (Melissa) who seems to be playing Renfield to the vamps. Getting high so they can drink her blood and get high. Pete brilliantly confirms this by getting the suspicious guy (Rob, as far as we know) to go off on Politics and then deep mind-reading the girl. That's one of the most clever RP things I've seen a player do. Pete also sees that Rob is hanging out with the vamps but he doesn't seem to be one.

Pete fails his wild magic check but nothing happened that we know of. A lot of stuff on the wild magic table is situational though (like the reincarnate spell from Bloodkeep with the potion Sohkbarr drank).

Rob implies he knows what happened with Pete's dad. Pete goes into a tailspin, as if he isn't constantly in one.

Everyone dancing so they can talk in public instead of just, like, having a sidebar. Just that entire sequence is peak comedy.

Ricky, the good boy, is dancing with his pigeon date while everyone else is mystery solving (or, in Soph's case, crying in a closet or something).

Rob is supposedly in finance. Last time there was a character involved in finance/banking in D20 it was the whole KVX fiasco in FH.

"Did I use up my favor? I could have had anything in the world."

Sophie upon seeing anything young woman in any kind of situation immediately springs into action, ready to drag them out by any means necessary. I love her.

Robert works at a hedge fund and Kug recognizes him. Brennan explains how he knows him in a very vague way which the rest of the table clocks instantly. Murph asks if Rob knows Gabriela. He does. Who the hell is Gabriela, Misty and I wonder.

Emily goes galaxy brain and theorizes that the bad guys are laundering souls which is equal parts bonkers and brilliant. The camera unhelpfully *doesn't* cut back to Brennan so I can attempt to read his DM poker face. I am reminded of Emily wondering if [redacted] was in the sword in a recent ep of Naddpod and Murph just deciding that they were on the spot because it was cooler than what he had planned. I know you can't win at DnD but I think Emily is winning at DnD.

I mentioned this in passing I think last recap, but Pete's magic is really interesting to me because Pete doesn't know what his character sheet looks like and he's not someone like Kingston or Ricky who's been doing their thing for a while and knows that they can do and what the things he can do are called. So Ally has to get a little creative about activating abilities (like True Strike in this ep) without being too meta, if that makes sense.

Kug knows Rob from a while ago (from the 80's he later says) but he doesn't seem to have aged. The group is thinking vampire, but he wasn't drinking blood in the memory Pete saw. Suspicious. Put a pin in that with everything else on my conspiracy board.

Misty: Eyyyy Macarena!

Kug kisses the pigeon. Sure.

Misty/Siobhan also does a clever thing and suggests taking a selfie with the vamp table in the background to see who shows up. Only Melissa and Rob do, so they're not vamps for sure.

So they go back to Kingston's place and he, Pete, and Sophie cook for everyone which has basically nothing really to do with the plot but I think it was a nice character beat for them.

Kingston and Misty fought a mummy on Long Island back in the day. As you do. Sidenote, when I was in Central Park today (two days ago), I passed by a big-ass obelisk that apparently exists and that I am *certain* Brennan has lore for, even if it doesn't come up.

Misty, a very wealthy Broadway star: If you pay for the Metropolitan Museum, you're a Goddamn fool.

Sophie had not put together that Misty is a fairy before now and I was like ??? for a second but, actually, with the info she has, that's not necessarily the conclusion she would draw. She could just be a really short lady with magic. It's been that kind of week.

Kingston presses Kug on how he knows Rob and Kug reluctantly confesses that HE USED TO BE A GUY. Zac blindly guesses that he was a stockbroker which is ALSO CORRECT.

"movie horse breeder" is such a specific job to pull out of thin air.

Siobhan, making a choice: Let me tell you about my good friend, John Wilkes Booth.

Brennan's total break of composure when Zac/Ricky says, "I wasn't always a firefighter." Zac lowkey has the best comic timing of everyone on the squad. He's just really understated about it.

Anyway, there are levels to this. How long has Kug been a rat??? I feel like it must have been a while because of all the weird ass stuff that he does. Also, he excuses a lot of his behaviors due to being a rat considering he's actually a rat-MAN, emphasis on the man. The stock broker thing surprised me more considering that Kug is introduced doing some pretty altruistic, non-stockbroker-y things. Did Kug piss off a homeless witch and get Beauty and the Beast-ed? He never actually answered the question about how he knows Rob since everyone got sidetracked by the fact that he used to be a whole-ass HUMAN MAN. Did Rob curse him for less moral lesson reasons? What's going on here????

Esther and Ale have been researching. The grey baby is apparently named Nod, just like the place, and it (it specifically, not him or her) like the ruler of there.

There's this whole group bit Brennan, Ally, and Siobahn do about how you can take the L train really far and then catch a shuttle bus that can only be seen by the pure of heart to get to Nod and it's really funny but how funny would it be if they actually tried to do it in a dire moment and also Ricky could do it for sure send tweet.

Kingston is trying so-so hard to keep everyone on task all episode. Bless him.

Kug asks Esther about her mom, which surprises her. He says they used to be friends (Did *SHE* curse him????). Esther says she hasn't seen her in a long time, since she was 5 or 6. Of course, it's easy to want to connect this to the Gabriela he was asking about earlier but we'll see about that. I think I saw some people speculating that he's Esther's dad which I'm even more skeptical about considering what we learn later but wouldn't that be wild?

Ricky decides to shoot his shot with Esther. His brain is full of love, determination, civic responsibility, and absolutely nothing else, bless his golden retriever heart.

Brennan as Esther drops the best stealth joke (though, it has a very high likelihood of crossing from joke to plot point) in D20 so far with the Imperial Axiom/Sinatra's Law explanation. It was a full, "Wait. What? Oh!" Big gold star for Brennan for that one. I had to take a second and recover from that when I heard it the first time. Beyond the joke, it also seems like a likely hook for the eventual Big Bad of the campaign. First NY, then the world, you know?

The fact that the highways go against the grain of magic leylines of NY in this world is such a good detail and it makes a lot of sense intuitively.

Zac breaks Brennan again with the, "Traffic's really bad," comment.

Please let Ricky's big dumb puppy self win over Esther. "It's really hard for me." Riiiickyyyy.

So Kingston goes to see Willy, the Williamsburg golem about Lazarus from the Bible (New Testament). Aren't golems de facto Jewish? I think. I am correct. However, as much as Willy doesn't know about the New Testament, he *does* know about the Statue of Liberty which is convenient because--shoutout to the people who figured it out in advance--Lazarus is not Lazarus from the Bible. It's Emma Lazarus who wrote the poem on the Statue of Liberty. This of course means that I need to do a close read of that poem at some point but not today baby because I need more information before I start going full Pepe Silvia. Sidenote: What a great place for Kingston to be when figuring out that info. Close enough that Willy can just point out the statue. It's cinematic. Fantastic.

(Also, I made a post about the fact that Siobahn just knew Emma's name off the top of her head, but when it cut to the other side of the table, Emily's eyes got all big too).

Emily gets a nat20 which RUINS her plans because she runs into Isabella aka the woman her husband left her for. They have an adult Means Girls stand-off where Sophie finds out they're getting married (or at least having a ceremony bc Dale didn't send her divorce papers yet). Big ups to Emily for staying in character and ditching all the sleuthing she was going to do because there is no way Sophie would be stable enough for that to be her top priority at the moment (even though I really wanted her to do all that stuff!)

Also, I'm looking forward to watching Sophie rip her to shreds when she inevitably turns out to be a succubus/demon/fiend/whatever. Honestly, she can just barfight her and I'd be satisfied.

So Misty goes home and finds a present waiting for her. It's a big ass mirror. Correction. It's a big ass mirror that Titania immediately uses to angry Skype her. Yikes.

It seems like her shoes of Titania are literally that, stolen from Titania (love that Titania was barefoot in her character art btw). I know they let her cast a certain spell in an earlier episode but I'm wondering why she stole them. Maybe they helped her cross over from Faerie (which happened ~400 years ago we ind out)?

Titania is pissed that Misty is stealing "glamour" that should be hers (via playing her in the new show). Glamour in the fairy sense is like a disguise. Glamour in the DnD sense is a fey-based bard option (which is the class I'm guessing Titania will be if they have to fight her). Curious to get a deeper explanation on that later.

Misty is able to cover back up the mirror but she breaks a hip in the process because of Titania's mojo and has to call Kingston. I already said this but I love their relationship.

(Sidenote, I meant to mention this earlier, but I think whiffs of the undead came up a couple of times in this ep which makes me wonder if the mummy situation Kingston mentioned is going to come back).

"Please, use any one of the guestrooms."

I FORGOT ABOUT KUG'S STUFF AT THE END

Ugh, this ep is an emotional roller coaster

"Wherever you are Rat Jesus, know that I love you. From Wally." What a good boy.

Everyone reacting to Murph's reaction to Wally before they Find Out is like, an experience. It's like that airpods meme.

OK, I'm not going to go through a whole play by play because nothing I could say would be better than watching the scene but I guess Murph/Bren decided in for a penny, in for a pound because we find out via a conversation between Wally and his businessman brother David that he is Kug's SON. HIS SON. S O N.

Wally is convinced that their dad wouldn't have just left them. David thinks Wally is being naive. I want to die.

Everyone around the table except maybe Ally is so visibly upset at this new information and Ally goes, "FUCK!" at the end so you know we all express emotions in different ways.

God, it's so sad! And I'm not gonna say, "I knew it!" because I didn't. I super didn't. But when Wally was introduced (man that scene hits differently now) I remember thinking, this is such an oddly specific NPC. Like, you know when you're playing a game and the stuff you can click is slightly better rendered and you can kind of tell what you should focus on and what's background art? That's how he felt.

Anyway, again, I'm sad. (GMYeah!.gif)

Watching *OVER* you Murph. OVER you. That's how you make it not creepy!

Meanwhile, Pete lets a bunch of bug monsters out of his dream into real New York City which, tbh, I'm not surprised. This seems like the kind of thing that would happen. Pete is exactly the worst kind of person to be the dream avatar in terms of being responsible.

I love that Siobhan is like, “I have a broken hip” as if all but one of them don’t have literal magic powers. That’s a very fixable problem compared to other stuff they’ve dealt with that day alone.

Anyway next time, a wasp centaur (thanks, I hate it) and a nat 20! See you then.

#dimension 20 #the unsleeping city #asks #a-salty-alto #there are for sure mistakes in this but I am on a whirlwind schedule rn #and I wanted to get this out before the next ep #so I wasn't too behind

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svtegg · 5 years

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syncope (SVT apocalypse!au)

♡ wordcount: 2,1k ♡ chapter 3/? (chapter 1 & chapter 2 is here!)

♡ rated PG-13: mentions of blood, voilence and death, sexual themes

♡ pairing: svt x reader (mostly soonyoung in this part!)

♡ After meeting the boy from the office building again, finding out he was named Soonyoung and then running from him in a panic after another one of the men in his group had shouted for him, I found myself in dire need. The scorching summer was nothing but ruthless and my supplies where long gone. In a last attempt at saving my own life I had searched for water in a park across town but barely managed to get there in time, my weak body giving out. But where did that voice come from? Who was staning in front of my half-unconcious body? How long had I been blacked out?

“Hyung. Look, over there!” I could faintly hear a voice and then footsteps approaching me, the dry ground almost crunching under the weight of the person walking around me. The voice was soft and high pitched, with a sort of bounce to it. I opened my eyes but couldn’t move. My vision was swimming, and everything seemed to be further away somehow. The foggy silhouettes of two people leaning over me, the green grass and the light blue sky above. There where birds singing in the trees looming above me, and I felt like I had died. An eerie peacefulness encapsulating my body as I blinked in an effort to clear my vision. Then black. And blue. The sky, the fluffy white clouds drifting past me miles above where the only thing I could focus on. I couldn’t really feel my body, but the familiar sound of birds and the smell of grass was still registered by my senses before my body decided I needed to go back into the darkness.

Jicheol had led Eunju, Junghyun and I back into the city. I had recognized the signs. Seoul. The four of us had moved from camp to camp, avoiding the packs of roamers as best as we could. We had almost been hunted down by a group of raiders, or bandits. They drove around in a big military looking vehicle, yelling and laughing as they hit roamers and drove over those who where already dead. Crazy. They must be crazy. Jicheol had managed to hide us in a back alley as they drove past, a huge container serving as our shelter for the night as we waited for the raiders to drive off elsewhere.

“Hello? Are you okay?” I could hear somewhere far away. I could feel my body laying on something soft, and a faint sound of something roaring. It could have been a car engine. “She’s talking, hyung..” a distressed voice said, it suddenly sounded closer. I tried opening my eyes but it was too bright. “Something about a Jicheol?” the same voice continued. I could feel my body shaking slightly, my muscles involuntary clenching as I suddenly became really cold.

“I’m hungry..” Junghyun complained for the nth time that day, it was hot and the sun was burning the skin on my shoulders. No one answered the young boy as the group of 4 trekked along a highway full of abandoned and rusted cars. Eunju was panting heavily beside me. “I’m hungry!” The young boy said again, louder this time. No one answered. There had been nothing. Nothing for days. No food, no water, nothing. A breeze blew by but somehow the wind made me feel even hotter. “I’m hungry!” The child stomped. Eunju turned around, her voice hoarse and dry. “We know, Junghyunnie. We don’t have food, sweetie. You’ll have to hold on for a litte longer.” She breathed, her skin dry but still sweaty, and looking to be on the verge of burning under the unforgiving sun. Jicheol kept walking. His broad back becoming smaller as his heavy footsteps took him away from the rest of us.

A bridge was coming up, which meant there would maybe be a run-down convenience store or a gas station somewhere near. “Just a little longer.” Eunju repeated exhaustedly as she turned around, following Jicheol’s footsteps. The boy sighed, and trailed after the old woman and as I stood there I could see the backsides of what was left of my group. A broad, strong looking man in his late 40s, a young small boy, smaller than his actual age with a bright neon cap on his head and a older woman, her back looking tired under the weight of her backpack. They all looked exhausted, I was took. Keep walking.

My eyes couldn’t focus and it was dark. Way too dark. I took a couple of breaths, first deep ones to calm myself then it evened out into easier lighter breaths. I blinked a couple of times as I tried to adjust my eyes to the environment. It smelled like wood. Not trees but actual chopped wood used to make fires. Firewood. It smelled a little like synthetic fabric. I could feel my head banging as made an effort to sit up, and I had to steady myself as I looked around. It looked like a small bedroom, almost like a motel. The walls where wood colored, the floor in a beige carpet. A dresser was placed under the window by the door. The window seemed to have been covered with something because small glimpses of sunlight peaked through one of the cracks in whatever it was covering the window. I was on top of a bed, an unzipped sleeping bag thrown over me, and a flannel covering the pillow that had been placed under my head.

I try sitting up, but at first my entire body gave out, my muscles aching at the slightest movement. I turn around slightly and a sharp pain shoots down my right arm. I bite my tongue to keep quiet and sit up. As my feet met the carpet, I noticed my shoes where gone as the carpet tickled the underside of my feet. I looked around and noticed my boots by the night stand. And on top of the nightstand, an unplugged bedside light and plate of food. It looked like bread with something red on, jam maybe. I didn’t spare it a second glance as I pulled my boots onto my feet and rose up from the bed. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I staggered a little before I steadied myself on the closet by the end of the bed.

As I stood and let myself breathe while I tried to focus my eyes back onto the carpet, I heart voices outside. “Seen anything on the lookout?” A deep voice said, it seemed to come from right outside the door to the room I was currently in. I froze. “Nah, no activity tonight. But that’s really the best outcome of a shift. How’s the newcomer doing?” the other person answered, voice even deeper than the first one. “I don’t know, there’s not been much activity there either. I checked a couple hours ago and she still hadn’t touched her food so I don’t think she’s conscious yet.” They seemed to go quiet for a while, until I heard more talking. “Was it Minghao and Cheol that found her?” One of them inquired. The other voice hummed in confirmation. “In one of the parks in fucking Guri.” Answered the lighter voice. “Shit, dude. That place is infested with lurkers all over. Lucky thing she wasn’t eaten alive.” They continue talking, and I start moving around the room. My knife is gone, and my thigh strap is no where to be found. They also took my backpack. I look though all the cabinets and drawers. Nothing. I creep back over to the bed and sit down, I can’t just leave. It seems like they, whoever they are, have set up guard outside the door of my room. My physique is nowhere near able to bust out and escape, I don’t know where I am or what’s outside the door of the apartment, I’m currently trapped in. But why did they bring me back here? Why didn’t they just leave me to die? Or kill me themselves?

As I sit and ponder about what to do, the handle of the door only meters in front of me turns and suddenly I’m face to face with a tall man. “Oh, good! You’re awake.” He says casually and opens the door wider. He stands there, looking down at me as I keep sitting on the bed. “Are you no hungry?” He questions, a slight smile on his lips as he gestures towards the food on the nightstand. I look down at my hands for a moment and then back up at him. The man is very handsome, a black tshirt stretched across his torso, black hair tousled and half covering his eyes. Light wash blue jeans that seem more like beige because of the specks of mud and dirt that are spattered across his legs. He hums in a questioning tone, the hoarseness of his voice shining through even when he’s just humming. “Where am I?” I say, my voice weak, dry and hoarse. I cough a little and look back at the man in front of me. “A little north of Seoul.” He answers simply as he leans against the door frame, still smiling slightly. It was hard to tell if it was a friendly smile or a smug one.

I didn’t say anything else, just looked around the room as his stare is fixed on me. I move a little and hiss at the pain that aches in my shoulder. “What’s wrong with your shoulder?” He perks, his head leaning a little forward to peek through the strands of hair hanging in his face. “I think its dislocated.” I state, my voice still a little strained from the pain. “Shit, how long has it been like that?” He asks in a hushed voice as he moves towards me, I flinch, and he stops in his tracks. “I don’t know, going on about three weeks, I think. I’ve lost track of time.” I state, my eyes scanning the tall man. His eyes meet mine and he seems to be gauging my reaction as he slowly moves towards me. “Let me have a look at it.” He rasps and takes the last two steps over and squats down to my level. When I don’t say anything, he reaches a hand out and places it on the back of my shoulder while his other hand comes up to lightly poke the skin around my collarbones.

His hands where cold, and the air that was now blowing in through the open door is chilly. I took a deep breath in. After a while the man looks back at me, and he smiles softly but his eyes still show worry. “I think we can fix this, but I’m gonna need some help.” He states, voice upbeat and friendly. He stands back up and runs a hand through his hair. As he moves around me, I can smell the scent of smoke, campfire smoke, and pine. And a little bit of sweat. “If you wanna come with me I’ll see if I can find someone to help me fix you up a bit, maybe we’ll even be in time for dinner.” He smiles, voice soft and I can hear a hint of a lisp when he speaks. “Sure.” I whisper, before I even get the chance to think about it. The man seems so friendly and I somehow choose to blindly trust him as I follow after him when he leaves the room.

The place I’ve ended up seems to be some sort of mountain resort, motel layout with several rooms. There are two additional buildings beside the one we’re currently walking down the stairs of. One of them seems to be some sort of administration or facility house, and the other is just a huge hangar. Maybe used as some sort of storage or parking housing. Then there’s the three-story residential housing I’m currently walking down the steps of. The entire facility is painted in deep red colors with green doors and windows, thick wooden beams keeping the overhanging ceiling in place. I spot a fence longer down the road, and something that looks like a watch tower tucked into the tree line.

“I’m Mingyu by the way.” The man says as he looks back at you. His eyes sparkle a little in the low evening sun, the orange light from the sunset making his skin almost glow. Then he turns back and keeps walking. As I look around some more, I spot two cars parked between some of the foliage behind some piles of wood. One seemed to be a dark grey Kia Morning in surprisingly good condition, the other was too far behind a tree to see but it looked to be in good shape as well. As we made our way into the ajar building I could faintly smell something that reminded of food. “What is this place?” I whisper, more to myself but Mingyu hears and chuckles.

“Camp.” He simply says as he reaches the glass door to the facility housing. “We’re a group who lives here, we’re doing pretty well actually.” He continues as he holds open the door, signaling for me to go inside. I look up at him, then back at the door. “You don’t have to be afraid.” Mingyu smiles, “I promise we’re nice.” I sigh and step through the entrance, and Mingyu follows, closing the door softly behind himself.

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kingmeiozei · 5 years

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STREAM GAME!! Chapter 1

"So, when are we streaming tonight’s game?" said Cole, who seemingly glossed over his PC. "Not right now, too tired, school requirements.."

5 students ready to absolutely drop-out become streamers that live in the same house, what would happen in a dire situation of failing grades, no food<br /> and tuition?

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The year 2019, a year full of misinformation, a year full of disastrous surprises, but nothing is all that different for the 5 students that currently try to survive the semester, with a barely passing mark on their cards.

As a result, they started the idea of making a stream team, what would their future behold?

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“What does AIICT even stand for?”

“It stands for..uh..” A small girl piqued, looking up at an adult with a questioned look on her face.

“Well..?” the woman started to sound stern, an impatient look writing across her face.

“U-uh.. I’ll have two number nines .. I’ll have another nine but..large..and a number six with extra dip...can..you give me two number 45s, o-one with cheese...and a large..s-..sod..a..” She started stepping backwards, and eventually speeding out of the fast food chain.

Another girl popped up around the area, who recognized her face and approached her.

“Hey dude! You look, uhm, stressed.”

“Thanks I tried to meme in McDonalds but it didn’t work out too well.”

Leaning onto the wall, the latter lifted up their glasses and responded, “Mae. I really think you shouldn’t do that, especially in this place. Where there are students from AIICT..”.

Mae flustered, covering her face with her hands.

“I know! I was just bein’ a little stupid is all..” Mae shrugged and sighed, hovering over her phone. “Lookie, Cole is gonna come any minute and I’m pretty sure if he saw me do that kind of shit, I’m gonna be made fun of, Raya!”.

“Speak of the devil.”

Cole overshadowed both Raya and Mae, slowly asserting dominance on them.

“I did see that, by the way” He laughed, and Mae’s face turned to a brighter red. “No you didn’t! I’m gonna erase it from your memory just you wait!”

The two laughed as another entered the scene. He put on his glasses and slumped his bag on the sidewalk, looking at the three. “Guys, I’m going to totally fail this exam today.” Jerry exclaimed.

“God, I hope you don’t.”

“Only hoping.”

The four walked inside the students lounge, a place where the students can hang out after class hours. Now they’re using this space to study for their examinations, students holding their reviewers left and right, others were just playing on their phones, not caring a bit for the big test their going to take.

Raya takes a step forward, and smells the air. “Ah yes, the fresh scent of students suffering under multiple requirements and deadlines. Hell week.” she smiles.

Mae and Cole put down their bags on the table, while Jerry slams his book lightly in front of them. “Okay guys, all of us are gonna be determined to pass this quiz.”

“Not really..”

“That wasn’t enthusiastic at all.” he frowns.

Mae wasn’t really sure if she was to be enthusiastic about the exams. She had failed this subject multiple times in her junior year, and now she was gonna take the exam that will determine if she were to fail or not.

On the other hand: Raya, Cole and Jerry are trying their best to study, not a single bit of information entering their brain.

“I can’t do this anymore, this is too hard!” Raya whined. She didn’t seem too sure about passing the exams either, but considering her grades in the quizzes and the performance tasks, the exams wouldn’t pull down her grade too bad.

Cole glossed over her book, and furrowed his eyebrows as he kept flipping more pages. “Why did you draw on your book?”

“The book is boring, I needed to spice it up with at least something in there.” Raya thought that was a good reason, but in reality she was just too lazy to bring out her sketchbook. “You also highlighted these in..glitter pens?”

Raya shushed him, “We can be very extra, y’know?”.

While studying, something came to realization amongst them, but they all shrugged it off.

11:45 AM - DISMISSAL TIME

About to head out of the classroom, Mae noticed a small notepad open on her classmate’s computer.

Out loud, she read: “I don’t want to do this anymore!”. She giggled, knowing that a few people passed their exams, and fully knowing that she herself had not passed.

She saw a wistful expression on Jerry’s face as she went out of the classroom.

Mae slowly approached him, patting his shoulder. “Reviewing before the exams didn’t really help out, didn’t it?”

“I got mental blocked.”

“Same.” said Cole and Raya in unison, looking down on their phones for the exam grade.

That said, someone came bursting into the corridor.

“FUCK I’M LATE!”

“Justyn, it’s dismissal already, but there is a special exam in awhile if you weren’t able to take it.”

“Oh thank goodness...”

1:00 PM - SPECIAL EXAM DISMISSAL

“Hey guys!” Justyn walked out of the room, with a smile on his face, but Mae was quick to notice his smile.

“You failed too, didn’t you?”

“Hell yeah. I got a zero.”

“Oh my God.”

Justyn shrugged as he pulled out a yellow intermediate pad paper out of his bag. “I mean, look at this. Nonsense equations. I didn’t know how to answer any of them.” He frowned.

All of them decided that it was time to go home, but not until they overheard a conversation between two students.

“Hey, Under Development is gonna stream tonight! They’ve been gone for a bit of a while, haven’t they?”

“I mean they had to, they said were going to have a little hiatus due to their midterms.”

“It’s a little weird..” the student sighed, “they have the same dates for their exams just like ours?”

“Must be a coincidence then!”

All five of them smiled. Before the school year started, they were all streamers who played games every weekend of the night, just like how others would do.

When they had found out they all had streamed, they decided to form a group together, in hopes of getting famous, and they were getting there. People around them recognized the small group of streamers in their online personas, hiding behind a cartoon version of themselves on screen.

To forget that they were going to fail, they decided to do a stream that night,

And this is their time to shine.

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It’s 8:30pm, 10 minutes before the streams starts for the night. The members are setting up their stations, fixing their PCs, their mics, and everything else that they had to set up.

Mae and Raya were currently setting up their game, whilst Cole and Jerry are setting up the microphones for each PC. It didn’t seem like a hassle at all for them.

What was a hassle though, was choosing the game that they were going to play for the night. Luckily enough Justyn was quick to suggest one.

“Let’s play UNO™!”

“Are you sure about that?” Cole questioned if this was a good idea, but the others nodded.

Everyone nodded, but little did they know the consequences of playing UNO™ with customs.

It would take almost forever to finish, but that didn’t stop them.

The night seemed like it would go on forever, as it was hitting 12 midnight, things were starting to get... fun .

Fucking hell , Jerry thought as he tried to come up with a solution to counterattack Raya. She was the one who was winning, and the only person with one more uno card in their hand. If he pulled a seven, then they could switch hands.

Being on the side of his luck, he got the 7 draw, and smiled.

“I’m sorry Raya, but I’m going to have to pull this on you. He clicked on his 7, and the entire team was shocked.

“Holy fucking shit!” exclaimed Mae and Cole.

“He didn’t…” Justyn laughed into his mic.

“Fuck you!”

And there it set, Jerry clicked on the bright uno button, and another lucky thing happened. Right after that turn, Mae accidentally set down a reverse card, and the color of the card was red.

Which so happened to be Jerry’s last card.

You could hear the sound of an angry keyboard mash, right after that got played.

“I’M SO SORRY AZURA!”

“YOU TRAITOR!”

The chat box was going absolutely crazy, sending so many emoticons in a matter of minutes.

“Heeeey look at the chat! Everyone is saying ‘Noname did such a pogger move` !”

“It was well thought out though, and was very lucky.”

“He’s the winner for the night! Good evening and good night everyone!”

Everyone cheered, except for Raya.

“I literally was about to win.” At that point, Cole turned off the stream since they had already ended for the night. “

Yeah, but I pulled a good move. So good game well played?”

“Fine fine, but only for today. I’m going to get my revenge soon enough.”

Just when they were about to turn off their electronics for the night, a ping showed up on their PCs.

`New Announcement: Grades for the 1st Term`

When they saw the notification, a shiver went down their spines.

Mae turned into a state of panic. “I failed my those exams dudes…I’m totally ready to get the one inducing slap from my mom to get my shit together..”

“Same here”

“Well, I mean..” Cole looked at his grades, scrolling and clicking each and every one of them. “Look, I got a decent score on this one.”

“It’s a grade of mercy, that’s a passing score.”

“But that is what makes it decent. If anything below that, I’d be doomed!”

Jerry didn’t look up from his phone, his face clearly started to show sweat, and very high levels of fright.

“I should’ve studied the night before, and the whole week before exams..”

“I think all of us should’ve studied. I mean, look at this..” Raya lifted her phone up for Jerry to see. “What kind of bullshittery is this? 12 out of 60?”

“No one was ready for the questions, they were all too specific, and way too detailed.” Cole shivered, “But at least I passed my requirements.”

“Ha, peasants.” Justyn whipped up his phone, and slid it to Mae. “Lookit.”

“Justyn..it’s all…under 80..”

“Exactly.”

“How were you able to achieve that?”

“By the power of being lazy!”

All of them laughed, somehow failing to realize that they are on the verge of a dropout.

But, they had a backup plan.

“We’re going to start the weekend like this, just lazing out and about?”

“I mean, it’s the only way to relax after a bunch of exams thrown at our faces.”

Everyone sighed, looking at the time. “It’s time for all of us to sleep, say we continue the conversation tomorrow?”

“Definitely.”

Little did they know, a roller coaster of events were going to happen to them in the year.

#originalwork #story writing #comedy #slice of life

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queertazsecretsanta · 5 years

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A gift for @lucretiastan, created by @magnus-mcelroy!

Happy Candlenights!!

(tw: alcohol ment)

It wasn't like Lucretia to not be studying hard the night before exam, especially a final, but on this particular night, she found her interest drawn elsewhere. The night had started like any other, her head deep in the rigorous notes she had taken during Mr. Jenkins class, but something changed; her Stone of Farspeech started to ring. Unusual, she thought, seeing as she had silenced it hours ago. Curious, she reached for it, but then pulled away. It was probably just Robbie asking to bum off her notes for the twelfth time that week. It wasn't her fault he had missed class and got detention for it.

No, she couldn't get distracted now. The ringing soon stopped and Lucretia went back to reading.

It wasn't long before it started to ring again. And again. And again.

Now Lucretia was annoyed. She picked up the stone and rejected the call, making sure not once, but three times that it for sure was on silent. For an added safe measure, she placed the stone under her pillow. Out of sight, out of mind. As she began to walk back to her study desk, a muffled noise made its way into her room.

“What the...” she said aloud, looking around for the source of the noises. No, not noise, music? It sounded like someone singing. There was no radio in the room, could she just be hearing a noisy neighbor? No, it sounded way too close. The singing became louder as she got closer and closer to her bed, sounding almost intelligible as she put her ear to her pillow.

When she lifted the pillow up, a swell of sound filled the room.

“Hey Lucy you so fine, you so fine you blow my mind. Hey Lucy! Hey hey! Hey Lucy! Hey hey!” The lines repeated over and over, the voice so very familiar.

“Um, Lup?” Lucretia finally squeaked, not wanting to interrupt Lup's flow.

Lup finished the last repetition before answering, “What's up?”

“What are you doing?”

“I'm serenading you, what does it sound like?”

Lup then picked up her singing again, this time Lucretia was inclined to interrupt.

“Did you need something?” Lucretia asked, her voice a little more stern this time, “I’m kinda in the middle of studying.”

“Oh, good, then I caught you at the perfect time,” Lup replied eagerly.

“Perfect time for wh--” Lucretia was interrupted by the sound of a knock at her dorm room's door. “Hold on,” picking up the stone and walking over, Lucretia hesitantly opened the door to find Lup stood there, holding her own stone and smiling her (literally) trademarked goofy smile.

“Heyyyy Lucy,” Lup said in a sing song voice, trying to be endearing, “Can I come in?”

Before Lucretia could answer, Lup skipped in, the bells on her festive Candlenights dress jingling as she moved. Lup firmly placed herself down on the other woman's bed, patting the spot beside her.

Lucretia was still stood at the open door, only turning to look toward Lup. She really didn't have time for Lup's antics, as much as she enjoyed the other woman's company.

“Look, Lup, I'd love to get involved with any of your crazy plans, but I have a final tomorrow,” she sighed, “and so do you!”

“Antics? Moi?” Lup feigned shock, batting her eyelashes for added dramatic measure, “I don't know who you take me for, Lucy.”

Lucretia couldn’t fight the smile that made its way to her cheeks as she begrudgingly shook her head, “Okay, then why are you here?”

“I’m here to save you!” Lup announced with a flourish, her arms open wide in a grand gesture, “Now, before you say “From what?”, let me answer that; I’m rescuing you from yourself.”

The elven woman stood, her dress tingling and bouncing with her excited movements. She walked over to Lucretia and grabbed her by the shoulders, driving her back towards the bed. She made a motion that meant for Lucretia to sit, and she obeyed.

“We all know damn well you’re gonna pass that final with flying colors tomorrow, you pay attention in class like it’s nobody's business and study pretty much every night anyway. You need a night off--”

It was here that Lucretia interrupted, “--Not taking a night off is what got me where I am. I don’t need saving from myself, Lup.”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“What’s that?”

Lup sighed, “Okay, it seems like things are a lot more dire than I thought. Do you trust me?”

Lucretia eyed the other woman wearily, “Normally, yes. When you actually feel like you need to ask me, no.”

Lup groaned, “Come onnnn. Do you trust me?”

“Ugh, fine.”

“Okay, close your eyes.”

Lucretia complied with Lup’s order, although uneasy about it, “What now?”

“Just wait a sec.”

A creaky sound echoed through the small room, and was followed by a cool breeze and a loud clattering thud. Lucretia’s eyes shot open at the sound, turning to the source. Lup was stood at the open window and smiling.

“What did you do?” Lucretia yelped as she got over to the window. Pushing past Lup, Lucretia ducked her head out the window and found her whole stack of books, notes and all, scattered on the snowy ground below. Pulling herself back inside, Lucretia quickly shot an incredulous look Lup’s way.

“You’ll thank me later, now come,” Lup spun on her heel, her long, wavy hair flying as she moved.

Lucretia stay stood at the window, mouth hung wide open and dumbstruck. She couldn’t believe what just happened. She wanted to be mad, but all she felt now was confused. She didn’t know what to do next.

Lup made up Lucretia’s mind for her, turning back to the other young woman. “Goofus, close your mouth and come on,” Lup shot her a teasing smile, grabbing her hand and leading the way.

Lucretia obediently followed. It took a moment before she even realized that she was following Lup, only getting it when she felt Lup squeeze her hand. Lup was holding her hand. Lup Taaco was holding her hand. Oh boy.

While the gesture was done in an attempt to get Lucretia moving and nothing else, Lucretia couldn’t help but blush.

Blush? Why was she blushing? She couldn’t let Lup see that, she’d call her lame or something. So, as the two made their way down the hall to wherever Lup was leading them, Lucretia hid her face, trying to regain composure.

It wasn’t long before they reached their destination, the dorm building’s common room. A small party of students had gathered there for a little get together, nothing crazy, just some chips and light music. Still holding Lucretia’s hand, Lup lead the pair to the comfiest couch in the room, which she had reserved with coats and bags, which very obviously weren’t hers.

“Sit here, I’ll be right back,” Lup explained, leaving Lucretia at the couch.

Lucretia sat and looked around, doe eyed and still in a semi-shocked state. She saw a lot of familiar faces. She was surprised, however, to see Lup’s brother, Taako, here. He was talking to that new guy, Kravitz she believed his name was, who was transferring in for next semester. She didn’t really think this kinda get together was his scene, he was more a party animal than this and there were more than enough Candlenights parties happening for him to be here. She watched as the two guys talked, Taako laughing a little too hard at some crack or another that Kravitz made. At one point, Kravitz leaned in and whispered something to Taako. Lucretia couldn’t hear what it was, but it must have been juicy by the way Taako reacted. His face went flush, the only color came from the dusting of red blush that made its way to his cheeks and pointed ears. Lucretia can only imagine the secret that was shared. Before she could contemplate that too long, the pair of men walked off and Lup returned, a drink in each hand.

“Here,” she said, offering Lucretia one of the drinks as she plopped down on the couch, “Before you say anything, it’s just punch.”

Lucretia took the drink and gave a silent thank you. “Why did you bring me here? Wouldn’t you much rather be at some big Candlenights party?” Lucretia hadn't thought about the words before she said them, but there they were. It's not like she could take them back.

Lup shrugged, taking a sip of her drink as her eyes scanned over the small gathering of people, “Those are a dime a dozen. I wanted a change of scenery.” She paused and looked over to Lucretia, “Plus, I knew parties aren’t really your scene and I wanted you to be happy.”

Lucretia fought back the blush she felt returning to her cheeks, “Oh, well, I appreciate that.” Lucretia could have very well have left it at that and things would have been all and well, but for some reason, her brain compelled her to say, “And why do you care that I’m happy?”

The words shocked Lup, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she took another sip of her drink and leaned back heavily into the couch. She sat silent for a moment. “I care about you, Lucy. I’ve noticed you’ve been running yourself ragged lately and thought you needed a night off. I knew you weren’t gonna do that, so I took it upon myself. I thought this little shindig would do you good without overwhelming you.” She paused and looked directly into Lucretia’s eyes, letting out a slight scoffy laugh, “But maybe I was wrong about this not being overwhelming by that blush on your face.”

“Oh!” Lucretia squeaked, hiding her face in her hands, “Sorry, I uh… I don’t know.”

“Wow, that’s a first,” Lup laughed lightly, “Come on, Lucy, let’s relax and just enjoy ourselves tonight. Let’s unwind and celebrate the end of the semester and Candlenights. You deserve a little break, you’ve worked so damn hard.” It sounded like Lup was going to end her thought there, but then added, “I’m proud of you.”

At that Lucretia smiled, letting the smile show and not caring if Lup thought it goofy.

The rest of the night went by easier as Lucretia actually allowed herself to have some fun. For the most part, it consisted of her and Lup talking on the couch, talking about everything and nothing. They were joined by some friends, Carey even dropped by after wrestling practice to say hi and totally not to see if Killian was there (she was).

As the night dragged on, Lucretia felt herself feel more and more relaxed, not tense and worried like she had at the start. At just after midnight, she turned to Lup and smiled a big goofy grin.

“Whaaaaat?” Lup asked, feeling a slight buzz from her now slightly spiked punch, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because,” Lucretia replied, thinking she had said more. Perhaps she was also feeling the effects of her new drink as well. After a moment’s silence, she continued, “I’m very happy that you rescued me.”

“My pleasure, bubelah,” Lup replied, placing a warm hand on Lucretia’s knee.

The pair of women smiled, locking their gazes for just a brief moment.

“You are so beautiful.”

It took a moment for Lucretia to realize what she had just said, and when she did, she didn’t blush, she didn’t try to take it back, she just let it be. Perhaps the very small amounts of booze in her drink was acting as liquid courage, but she didn’t care.

This time, it was Lup’s turn to blush. Just as her brother had when Kravitz whispered into his ear, a faint pink decorated her full, soft brown cheeks. “Thank you,” Lup replied in a soft voice that Lucretia had never heard before. She wanted to hear that voice forever.

Lucretia was feeling better than she had in weeks, months even. She could have discounted it to actually relaxing, maybe even the alcohol, but no, she knew it was all Lup. Feeling another burst of confidence, Lucretia extended her hand and placed it on Lup’s cheek, her thumb gently rubbing circles on her jaw.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Lup said suddenly, “And I think you should wait.”

“What do you mean?” Lucretia was genuinely confused, she wasn’t really much thinking, just letting things happen from moment to moment for the first time in a long time.

“Just,” Lup paused, placing her hand on Lucretia’s and taking it off her cheek, “wait. A little while. I want you to be completely sober before you make any decisions.”

Lucretia nodded, her’s and Lup’s hands still intertwined in Lup’s lap. “Is this okay?”

“This is more than fine,” Lup replied softly, flashing a goofy, gap toothed smile.

The night stretched on a little longer, the pair of women remaining quiet for some time, but still perfectly content in each other’s company. It wasn’t long before they were on top of each other, but in the most serene way. Lup had casually melted into Lucretia, their two forms almost becoming one in the tangle. At just after 2am, Lup looked up at Lucretia.

“Hey,” she said, breaking the long, but comfortable, silence.

“Yeah?” Lucretia had her hand tangled into Lup’s hair, playing with it gently for who knows how long.

“Are you still thinking about it?”

“Yeah.”

“And are you sober?”

Lucretia took a moment to reply, “Yeah.”

“Then do it.”

No longer guided by liquid courage, Lucretia took a moment. She was prepared to contemplate every little thing, but something told her to just do it. Although the position was awkward, Lucretia leaned in and placed her lips on Lup’s. It had been a while since Lucretia had kissed anyone, but Lup made it feel so natural. This kiss wasn’t mind blowing or life changing, it was simple and sweet. It was perfect.

As the two broke apart, Lup smiled and replied, “I wanted you to be making that choice, not the alcohol. Aren’t you glad you waited?”

Lucretia nodded, placing her hand back in Lup’s hair.

The two quickly fell back into the comfortable silence they had shared moments ago. Periodically, one of them would initiate another kiss, peppering small, sweet moments throughout the night. It wasn’t long, however, before the girls felt sleepy, but neither wanted to move. They were comfortable enough where they were.

Morning came before anyone knew it. When Lucretia woke up, she felt a small tinge of panic as she realized she wasn’t in her dorm. The panic quickly subsided, however, when she looked down and saw Lup’s head in her lap.

Looking at her watch, she saw it was only 7:30. It was later than she normally woke up, but she didn’t really care. Looking around the room, she saw the remnants of last nights get together; stray beer cans, a leftover box of pizza, Merle faced down in the carpet. She was tempted to go check on him, but when she saw him twitch, she decided that he was fine.

She then looked down at Lup, so peaceful in her sleeping state. She was half tempted to wake her with a good morning kiss, but decided against it. She knew Lup liked to sleep in. Knowing she had some time to kill, Lucretia remained still, in hopes of not to disturb the guest using her legs as a pillow.

Just as she went to take out her stone of farspeech, which Lup had at one point in the night told Lucretia that she hacked, a familiar figure walked in with a paper cup of coffee in hand. It was Lup’s brother, wearing what he had been wearing the night before, only a little more disheveled.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt the fun,” Taako quipped as he spotted his sister and Lucretia on the couch.

“You’re not interrupting anything,” Lucretia replied softly.

“So, did you two get it on in here last night or something?”

Lucretia was shocked by Taako’s forwardness, but then remembered who she was talking to. “No, nothing of the sort. We just… kissed, a lot.” She paused, but then added softly, “It was so nice to finally kiss her.”

“Finally? What are you talking about? I thought you two have been boning for like a year,” Taako said nonchalantly as he sipped his coffee and left the room.

Lucretia was left dumbstruck, had her puppy dog crush really been that obvious? Well, it didn’t really matter now. She had her girl, that’s all that she cared about.

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I Love You Madly

hey folks! sorry about the like, six week break. school, once again, got crazy and hectic. i’m here with an update, granted it isn’t the song remains the same, but i’ve really been feeling the deaky love lately, so i wanted to finish up the second chapter!

also to serve as a small sort of update, unless my life literally falls about, i promise to have the next chapter of tsrts up next friday! that being said, it’s the last ‘planned’ chapter i have for the story (it’s not the end of the story by any means though!) so i might work on a few other things while i try to figure out how and what i wanna do next (i have a TON of ideas, i just gotta figure out how to get there!) that being said, i’m also updating the blog a little bit. i’ve started writing summaries for each individual chapter of every story, and i’m gonna start writing up descriptions of other stories i have in the works so keep an eye out for that!

as always, any feedback is well appreciated! i’d love to take ideas/requests for anything you guys might really want to read!

and without further delay, the second chapter of i love you madly! it’s a bit long, and it gets a bit nsfw at the end!

The drive into the countryside was pleasant. For the most part, they were completely silent. They felt no need to talk at the moment. All the excitement from the wedding and the people that had surrounded them had been just too much. They needed their time to recharge. There was no better way than in each other's company, though.

The car ride would last for just a little over an hour. For their honeymoon, they had opted for a little cottage out in the countryside. All Ava had wanted was to be away from all the people, away from all the noise. John couldn't have agreed faster.

Freddie, naturally, had pushed for something bigger. Nothing would but the best and the grandest would be enough for his friends. He practically had planned the whole thing out. Ava had caved rather quickly before just suggesting they scrap the whole idea. After all, they still had two children to care for.

John had refused to budge from where he was. It was to be their honeymoon; it would be what they wanted to do. John had pushed, then, for Ava to allow it. In his own mind, it wouldn't be right at all to have a marriage without their own private celebrations.

Eliza had volunteered to watch the children when she had heard of the dilemma. Ava had been hesitant to yes to that. It wasn't like she loved Eliza. Ava absolutely adored the other woman. She really did. Leaving her two children behind in the Taylor household scared the crap out of her. Would she be getting the kids she left behind back?

Her fears took a mental backseat as she looked out the window. Ava had always loved the countryside. Returning to it always felt like she was returning home. The wilderness in front of her was particularly breathtaking. John had done all the planning for the honeymoon; Ava understood why now.

They needed this break from reality, she was quickly realizing. How tired she had felt the last few months was finally catching up to her. Neither of them had time to unwind. They never seemed to. Between the band and the kids, they couldn't afford it. With the stress of the wedding on top of all that? Ava was now more than excited for a small break from her crazy life.

This was to be their paradise, she realized. Only John could have known exactly what she, what they would need. John barked the car and smiled at her before getting out to open the door for her.

"Why, thank you," she said with a grin. John just chuckled before he opened the trunk to grab their luggage.

"Wait here for me, okay?" He said as he disappeared into the cottage with his hands filled of luggage. They didn't have the most in the world. It just two weeks. Ava and John did their best to try and pack lightly, and had gotten relatively good at it. That didn't mean it wasn't too much for a single man to carry in.

"John, darling," Ava started when he returned for the rest, "let me help you."

"Absolutely not, this is a man's work," he said. There was a teasing smile on his face. Ava still felt her blood boil just a tad.

"now, John Deacon, you know absolutely better than that. You know I'm more than-"

"And Mrs. Ava Deacon, you're pregnant. No heaving lifting for my beautiful, blushing bride," he said. Her face flushed a little red. With the three remaining suitcases in his hand, he kissed her cheek and walked into the cottage.

Ava knew better than to push him now. "Thank you darling," he said with a smile once he was back by her side. There were some things that just weren't arguing over, especially with him. It wasn't often she wanted to call him a stubborn hothead. Typically, she would reserve that for Brian. Sometimes, John's moods could topple anything Brian had ever thrown at her.

"C'mon, let me show you to the garden." John grabbed her hand as they walked. "It's simply stunning. Nothing compared to you, but still," he said. She swatted at his shoulder lightly, giggling as she did so.

What he brought her to was hardly a garden. That title didn't do it enough justice. The immediate ground around them seem to just be one endless field. Far off in the distance seemed to be an unending forest.

"We'll have to go exploring a bit more tomorrow," he said. Ava just nodded. For all these to be theirs for the next two weeks? Had she died and gone to heaven?

For the next few moments, they walked in the backyard silently. Silence filled a lot of their time. That was, when their two children didn't need their immediate help on something dire. John guided her to a small hill, just off to the side, with a tree in the center of it.

Off on the horizon, the sun was just beginning to really set. The world felt at peace around them. It had stopped spinning; at least, it had stopped spinning for the both of them. Everything they wanted in their lives was laid out in front of them. They intended to enjoy it, thoroughly, or it would kill them.

John sat on the edge of the hill with a smile. "Come, sit down with me a while. When was the last time we managed to watch the sun set in peace?" He asked with a knowing smirk.

"Well, if you just give a moment to think about that," she said. He put her finger to her lips and tapped it a few times. "If my memory serves me right, which it might not, I do believe it was the night you proposed to me," she said. Ava began to sit down next to him. Before she knew it, there were hands pulling her into John's lap.

"You devil!" She teased. His arms wrapped around her and he placed his hands atop her belly.

"I sure hope this is okay now. I don't think Roger's out there, lurking in the trees, to catch us in such a compromising position." Ava couldn't help but laugh at what he said.

"No one around for miles to catch us, even the press," he continued to tease. Ava just leaned back as she leaned her had back against him. Her hands moved to rest on top of his. It just felt right. Things were falling into place. The universe had aligned to create the perfect moment.

"Of course it's fine darling," she said. "I just didn't want them to know before the honeymoon, that's all. You know how Eliza can get," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"I'm afraid I haven't an idea of what you mean. I've never seen Eliza have a break down because you went pee for too long," he laughed.

"Oh shush, she does her best." Ava swatted his hand lightly. "They never would have let us gone on it. Or, they would have demanded to come, to watch over us like we're children." She rolled her eyes.

"Again, I think we're safe now. I doubt they've stalked out this far. Fred isn't that mad," he laughed. "Besides, she would have no reason to worry about your pregnancy, you've done it before."

Following his line of logic, John was right, in theory. Eliza did only fuss over her when it was something knew. Like, the peeing incident, Ava had let it sleep that she had almost been kidnapped on the tube once. But, John didn't know the whole truth of her first pregnancy.

Ava, had one point, had made the mistake of telling Eliza how awful her first pregnancy had been. From that moment on, her friend had always sworn she would be right by her side, if she ever chose to have another child. This was all before John. Eliza was never one to back down from her word.

"Of course, she would have no reason to worry," she said with a soft smile. A lie, a harmless one. She wasn't ready to recount her first pregnancy. Not to John, not yet. It was one of the few secrets she had ever kept from him. Her pregnancy had been physically brutal. Toward the end, even the doctors thought she might die.

Telling him that now would only worry him. Besides, she was younger than. Her body hadn't been ready to carry a child to term; she'd only been a teenager. That was behind her. Her ex, Cael's father, certainly hadn't helped with the situation.

It didn't feel good to hide anything from John. Whenever she did, she felt a knot in her stomach until it came out. The only reason Eliza knew was she had gotten plastered one night and spilled her beans. That wasn't an option now, and she would have to tell him at some point. It would come up in the doctor's appointments.

"This is beautiful," she said. It was a way to force herself out of her thoughts. Force herself into the situation with John. Over the years, she had gotten better at it. Allowing herself to wallow wouldn't get her anywhere. It had never in the past. It would only hurt her recovery.

The sky was a vibrant shade of red. If she didn't know better, she would say it was the end of the world. But it was too peaceful for that. She still felt too worried about what she would have to tell John for the world to end.

Telling John she was pregnant had been anxiety inducing enough. She knew he wouldn't react like Cael's father had, but… That fear would always hang over her. John didn't understand what was there; all John knew was that something was there.

When she turned to kiss him, she couldn't help but notice the glow painted on his face. His smile was unlike anything else. It was like this was his firstborn. Like he had never ever gone through this and didn't know what laid ahead. Sure, Ava loved her son and would endure it all again to keep him in her life. But, it hadn't been a pretty process to get to.

"What's get you so happy, Mister? First kid and all?" She asked. John just chuckled at that. "Surely you've seen the disaster I'm to become! With the pregnancy and the morning sickness and the swollen ankles and the whole process of childbirth. It's a lovely nine-month process."

John placed a kiss to the top of her head. "I have seen the mess," he said with a laugh. "But not with you. Nothing with you could ever be anything but a lovable mess."

"Oh just you wait-"

"No, it'll be different, for both of us Ava. You're never going to be a mess. I've never done it with someone I still love, someone I'm madly in love with, and you've never done it in love at all," he explained.

Ava felt the tears threatening to fill her eyes. John always had a way of making her cry. She pushed those to the back and just cocked her head in response. John knew little about Cael's father. It wasn't a topic she talked about. John was more than aware of that. Veronica surely hadn't been that bad?

"By the time Robert came to be, I had fallen out of it with Veronica," he explained softly. "I loved her; she's the mother of my first child so I'll always love her in a way, just not…" He trailed off. It was clear he didn't know how to verbalize his complex feelings.

Ava would never make John speak if he couldn't find the words, just as he wouldn't with her. It was rare that John couldn't find the right words. The verbal lashings he could give his bandmates were proof enough of that. Sometimes, she swore he made up new words to fit his needs. "I know," she said softly. She leaned up to place a kiss to the tip of his nose.

The now married couple was close, extremely close. At times, they were more like peas in a pod than humans. They usually understood what the other man. Occasionally, they would need a few things clarified. But, Ava understood what John was getting at. She knew that once you loved someone, you never could fall out of it. It just changed; the love shifted to something else.

"I can't wait to go through this with you," he said with a smile.

"And I with you," she said.

"And I can't wait to meet the newest member of the Deacon family." John placed a kiss on her neck and Ava simply giggled. She leaned her head back against his chest and looked up.

"You're already such a good father, I can't wait to watch it up close from the beginning," she said. Of course, Ava had been around to see the birth of his first child. It had been a little heartbreaking. They'd met before Robert's birth, actually. Ava had been a childhood friend of Brian.

That was her whole introduction to this crazy world, she realized. Brian. As much as she hated to thank him, she knew she would have to, for all of these. They'd met when Ava was just five, and Brian fourteen. It was more like a sibling relationship at first. Brian had always wanted a younger sister, and Ava spent much of her own childhood alone. As they had both gotten older, that dynamic at stayed for the most part.

A few years back now, after Queen had already gotten huge, Ava had the luck of running into him on one of his visits home. They had reconnected instantly. The relationship they had once had, never seemed to have fully left either person. He had brought her to rehearsal, and the rest had been history.

"I hope the baby has your eyes," she said.

"Oh, now don't say that. You've got the prettier eyes of the two of us. And hopefully they inherit your nose, not this old thing I've got," he said with a smile.

"John!" She said with a roll of her eyes. "Your eyes, your nose. You're the prettier of the two of us," she said with a smirk.

"Absolutely not. Have you seen me? I look like a wet dog that's been left outside too long if I don't properly maintain myself," he teased. Ava knew he wasn't serious. Perhaps, at the beginning of their relationship, John would have meant it. Neither of them had the best confidence. But as time had gone, John had started to be more gentle with himself.

"Now Mister, you're getting into dangerous-"

"Territory, I know," he laughed. "Your nose, but my eyes? Does that compromise work?" Ava laughed, but nodded.

"I think poor Robert already has the curse of my nose, or the starts of it," he laughed.

When Ava had learned that not only did John have a girlfriend, but that she was pregnant, Ava had been devastated. If only she could go back in time. It would be nice to tell her past self that one day, she would be like a mother to that little boy.

But, that mattered not now. John was hers and she was his, fully. It was meant to be. At least, that was how it had already felt. They were meant to be, and simply always would be.

"I love you," she whispered softly.

"I love you too," he said. Silence surrounded them again, at least for a few moments more. It was truly their happiness. Around each other, they never found it awkward. Eventually, though, John would break the silence. He usually would cave before her.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"A girl, I think. I'm going to love them no matter what, don't get me wrong on that!" She spoke with a giggle. "But I think a girl would be nice. A change of pace. We already have the two boys." She glanced up at him. "And between you and our boys and the boys in the band, I already feel like I manage a soccer team," she laughed.

"Good luck getting Fred to play soccer," he laughed. To that, she couldn't help but laugh as well and ruffle his hair with her hand.

Gone were the long chocolate locks that used to rival her own. She had loved John's hair so much. But, Ava had gotten used to the new haircut, and had eventually grown to like it. The look suited him as he got older.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"Whatever you give me honey. I'm happy with whatever and whomever," he said with a grin. She laughed and kissed him before turning back to the sky and tucking her head under his chin.

The sun was setting, truly now. It was a vibrant shade of red. The smile on her face only grew as she leaned further back into John. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply. Never would she forget this moment. It would be impossible to. That was something she was sure of.

"We should head in before it gets too dark to see," John said with a chuckle.

Ava just nodded as she stood and wiped away any grass on her legs. Once John was standing, he picked Ava up and began to carry her, bridal style, to the little cottage. All Ava could do was giggle and swat at his chest playfully.

"You beast, let me down," she teased.

"I do believe I have a few doors I have to carry you through, no? Isn't that the tradition?" He asked as he continued to walk.

"I think you've only got the one, Mister! We don't own this place, you big goof. You've got two weeks to worry about that tradition." She rolled her eyes as she spoke.

A grin, once the words were out of her mouth, spread on John's face. "You didn't!" She shouted.

"I did, a wedding fit from me to you. I know you hate living in the city. And, it got Freddie off my back about having an extravagant honeymoon," he laughed.

Ava had never said anything specific about hating the city. Was it that obvious? Or, had John gotten it from her constant ramblings of her childhood? When it wasn't spent with Brian, it was spent up in the Welsh countryside. She missed it so.

"This is our escape," John said.

"Oh John, my love, you really didn't have to," she said. She leaned up to kiss him. "God, I love you so much. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you."

"God is hardly the person to love for this," he teased. His body angled her as they walked through the door to prevent her from hitting the door frame.

They didn't bother with the downstairs. It could be explored later. Not that it looked like there would be much to explore. It wasn't huge, but they didn't need the world here. Ava also couldn't blame John for heading straight upstairs.

"There's two other bedrooms, for the kids or any guests we want." John spoke as he laid her down on the bed.

Ava didn't let John get away from her. The moment she could, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him down on top of her.

"You're all mine for now, though," she said with a grin.

He pressed his lips to Ava's. There were those fireworks when they touched that she hadn't felt since their first kiss. Sparks flew and Ava could feel butterflies in her stomach.

John paused for a moment, clearly unsure about something. "Can we? With the baby and all?" He mumbled gently. Ava couldn't help the chuckle that left her mouth. It was such a sweet question.

"Well, I certainly can't get more pregnant," she teased. "But yes, yes of course we can," she said with a grin.

It didn't take long for John's kisses to begin to trail down Ava's neck. For him, it never too much time to want to get further. Not that Ava took any longer. There was something so calming, so grounding about him. She never felt skittish. He was her grounding rock, and made her want to adventure just a little.

As his lips moved down her body, he began to unbutton and remove her shirt. Ava gasped as she felt the cold air hit her. For a moment, John paused to look up at her.

"The most beautiful sight I've ever been blessed with to be mine," he said. Ava just rolled her eyes at that.

His lips returned to her skin, sucking a few red marks into her skin. Ava gasped and her hips began to roll up against John. "Darling dear, please," she mumbled. Her hips didn't still as she tried to get at what she wanted. They hadn't had the time in weeks, and it was all catching up to her now.

"Please?" She mumbled. This time, John looked up at her, for just a moment. It might not have taken much to get going, but the going was never quick.

John liked to call himself a romantic when it came to their sex life. He was slow and loving. At times, Ava adored it. Now as not one of those times. She just wanted her husband. But, that would hardly influence John's desires. His favorite thing to do was to tease her and draw things out as long as he possible could.

It seemed as if now would be one of those times. No doubt he would give into her easily. Her restless energy wanted to get on with things. His restless energy, no doubt, would draw things out. He always won.

"Just gotta be gentle." He spoke after Ava let out another groan. "wouldn't want to hurt you, or anyone else," he said. He placed a kiss to her stomach with a smile.

Ava only responded by spreading her legs, and John returned to his trail of kisses down her body. As he went, he pulled off her pants, and then her underwear. Kisses were peppered all over her body. Some of those kisses bordered on biting, but they were never placed where she wanted them most.

"Jooooohn," she whined softly. "I need you."

In response, he only paused to look up at her and chuckled. "What darling? Is there something specific you need? Something you fancy?" A smirked painted his face.

"Yeah, I'd fancy you," she mumbled. Her hips never slowed their roll as she spoke.

"I'm right here my darling." He accentuated every word with a kiss to her thighs and then looked back up at her. "What more could you need?" Ava wished she had the power to wipe the shit eating grin off his face.

A few more whines left her mouth before John gave into what she wanted. His thumb pressed against her clit as he drew small shapes over it. "Is this what you wanted, my darling blushing bride? Could you not find the words for this?"

Ava, in response, could only moan gently. It wasn't anywhere near what she wanted. It was a step in the right direction. But she knew that asking for more right now wouldn't get her anywhere. In fact, it could just push her further from it.

They stayed like that for some time, John drawing soft moans from Ava with a grin. John eventually pushed a finger inside her and kissed whatever skin he could reach. Ava gasped and reached down to grab his free hand.

John looked up at her and Ava could see he was getting close. As much as John loved playing games, he was still human. There were times he couldn't wait.

The look on John's face was one of pure need. Sometimes, Ava liked to think she was the only one who knew it on his face. Or, at least she was the only one who understood it. As much as John loved to tease, he still had his limits. Sweet relief was coming.

"Darling?" He asked gently. Ava just nodded her head. Her now husband wasted no time in crawling back up the bed. "Now," he began as he tossed his shirt off. "Would you so mind if…?" He mumbled as he undid his zipper.

Ava didn't respond verbally. Instead, she just reached up and undid his zipper for him. "If you don't," she said. Murder was in her eyes. John knew as much. His pants were kicked to the side as he placed a kiss to her lips.

"I love you," he whispered. For a second, Ava thought he might continue with his games. He paused, his cock pressed at her entrance. A few seconds more, and he was pushing in. Ava, for the moment, could only gasp and wrap her legs around his waist.

"I love you too," she mumbled once her words returned. They, of course, would not stay for long.

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