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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔

Pairing: environmentalist! jungkook x college student! reader

Series: 1/2

Word Count: 9.6k

Content Warning: practically cottage core, readers dog is a little ‘bitchy’ get it?, age gap (reader is 21, jungkook is 27), lots of nature, skinny dipping, reader is a tease, flowers as a love language, gardening, mutual pining, suggestive themes, tattooed! reader, pierced! reader, nerd talk, improper use of limes and honey, mentions of long-distance relationship, lots of plant-talk.

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A filthy make out sesh, food play?, soft dom! jk, manhandling, grinding, dry humping, big dick! jk, penetrative sex, jungkook trying his best to be a gentleman, sex during a thunderstorm, unprotected sex (don’t be like them).

Of all the months in the year, June was definitely your favourite. What wasn’t there to love? Finally digging up your shorts and bathing suits from the drawer they’d been abandoned in upon the arrival of September. Eating cool treats under the hot sun. Not to mention, the perfect weather. Not too hot that you can’t walk a meter without breaking a sweat but still warm enough to wear shorts.

Best of all, June was when you would drive 3 hours south to Somerset and stay with your parents for the summer. Your parents’ Somerset home was one of two that they owned but it was definitely their favourite. Why wouldn’t it be?

Somerset is a suburb that’s been abundantly blessed with beautiful forestry that shaded over a number of neighbourhoods including your own but not in a way that blocked out the sun. Because once those first hot rays of golden sunshine beamed down on the community, it was practically tradition for everyone to head down to the lake for a swim.

At the end of the summer is the Summer Palooza. There’s great music, even better food, swimming and all kinds of activities for people of all ages to enjoy. Once the chaos of the day passed, the night would be filled with lights, blankets and watching the fireworks light up the sky.

You were already smiling just from pulling up onto your parents’ driveway. You loved it here. If only Taffy felt the same way.

Taffy is the 8-month-old cairn terrier that you bought not long ago as you had gotten a little lonely during the holidays. The minute she became part of your life, you would never live to see a dull day again, nor a stress-free one at that.

When she wasn’t parading around the house with one of your boots in her mouth, she was digging up dirt anytime she had the chance.

This meant lots of running when you took her on walks, hoping the owners didn’t see your dog assault their lawn. You had given up on writing apology letters after the first seven incidents. Your hand was beginning to cramp.

Even though the two of you got along well most of the time, it was moments like these when your heads bashed. Some people couldn’t imagine not getting along with their own dogs. Meanwhile, you didn’t have that much difficulty when it came down to it.

“Don’t growl at me.” You bickered with the terrier who was locked behind the bars of her cage, but still, the sound of her objection scared you a little. “We’re going to stay here for the next three months, trust me, you’re going to love it.” You wondered if anyone could hear you talking to her as if she were an actual human. Was that weird?

Whatever, you didn’t care. She was just as petty, emotional and stubborn as a real human. She made that very clear when the first thing she did after being let out was run to the other side of the living room, far away from you.

“She’s just the cutest thing,” Your mom gushes as her eyes followed Taffy’s fluffy body as she was on the move around the house. “To you,” You mumbled under your breath as you eyed her wheat-coloured fur bounce in the wind as she hopped up the stairs.

You let yourself get comfortable in the soft cushions of your parents’ couch. You talked about your drive over, and how things were with Taffy which naturally led to you bringing up how many times you considered giving her away. Your father found it quite amusing but you weren’t laughing.

“It’s not funny dad. She doesn’t listen to me, and she’s ungrateful--” you stopped talking as you caught onto a shared look between your parents.

“What was that?” you point between them and they try to shrug it off.

“No no, what was that look you gave each other.” You insisted you picked on an exchange between them and would not rest until they came clean.

“Nothing! Just sounds like you found a dog who’s just like you.” you objected, swearing up and down that you were nothing alike. Suddenly you stopped your rant, realizing you were defending yourself against the comparison between you and your own dog.

You had a long drive up, maybe the fatigue was finally catching up to you. It must be since you were yawning for the 4th time in the last 15 minutes. You decided it was time for a ‘nap’.

It was that same nap that consumed you for the next 13 hours, and you’re sure you could’ve slept longer if it weren’t for your mother waking you up. “Y/n, wake up.”

There were only two things you hated in this world. Ketchup and being woken up. Naturally, you turned your body away from your mother’s voice, pulling the sheets over your head while you were at it. Then, she did the unthinkable. The covers were ripped from your body entirely and all at once.

Your eyes shot open and your body shivered as the air conditioning was beginning to make contact with your bare skin. You sat up slowly, eyeing your mother down with death in your eyes.

“It’s Taffy.” You were filled with dread.

---

In nothing but your shorts and tank top, you slipped on your dad's slides before you followed your mom outside. You first noticed the stunning hues of orange that striped over the sky as the sun was beginning to rise.

Part of you thought you’d have to walk a little further out to see this grand revelation that was so important that your mother felt the need to wake you up from your nap, but you could see more than enough from the porch.

Holes everywhere.

But not on your parent’s side of the grass. Oh no, of course not. It’s like she purposely dug up the neighbour's lawn because that’s what would get you in deep shit.

But wait, it gets better. There was a beautiful arrangement of various plants along the neighbour's driveway until now that is. The soil was now littered with chewed leaves and torn petals.

You don’t smoke but you felt that today was the best day to get into the habit.

“Taffy did all this? By herself?” Your finger pointed loosely towards the terrorized grass. Your mom hums in agreement from behind you. Your face was full of shock, disbelief, awe, basically, any word that could describe your bewilderment at the situation.

“She must’ve gotten out last night. I was going to take her for a walk this morning but clearly, she beat me to it.” Your mom explains as the two of you walk back into the house.

“So what are you going to tell them?” your arms unconsciously folded over your chest as you questioned your mother about her next steps. “Me? Oh, honey, Taffy is your dog. Your responsibility.”

“What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, sorry that my dog absolutely annihilated your property, here’s $1000, please don’t sue me?’’’ Comedy was not your intention, yet your mother laughed anyways.

“Mom!” You whined, practically stomping your feet out of stress. “This is serious! What am I supposed to do? I don’t have that kind of money laying around..” Your thoughts trail off, a mischievous smile briefly appearing on your face before vanishing.

“Y’know, you look so pretty today.” You continue to compliment your mother’s attire, “And your face is looking more and more youthful by the day--” Your mother swatted your fingers away from her face.

“We’re not paying for the damages, Y/n, but nice try.” She smiles, now it was her pinching your cheeks. With one last comforting touch to your upper arm, your mom was going back upstairs. Slowly, your vision panned over to the dog who was sleeping soundly in her little bed.

‘Should’ve given you away when I had the chance’, you think.

----

It was a little past noon and you knew your neighbours were having a heart attack right about now and who were you to interrupt someone during a medical emergency, you should probably just push it off till later, or never, never works for you.

You could see it happening vividly. The old lady takes a mere two steps outside and suddenly grabs her chest before collapsing. God. You couldn’t believe it.

“Y/n, did you tell them yet.?” Now your dad was the one asking as he came down to the kitchen, making himself lunch. “Not yet, I’m going to shower first.” Secretly you hoped you too, would drop dead in the shower to avoid what was to come.

Stopping yourself at your front door, you opened your bank account for sentimental purposes. You were going to miss having money in here. With one deep breath, you made the short journey over to the neighbours.

You had only spoken to them a handful of times over the last decade since your parents had bought the house here. With a quick ring of the doorbell you contemplated running back inside, you could still make it.

You heard footsteps approaching the door, there was no going back now.

Ready to see the old lady with no more than 12 years left in her lifespan to welcome you but that’s not what your eyes were met with at all. Currently face-to-chest with undoubtedly the finest man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

The man was wearing a black long-sleeve button-up that strained over his broad shoulders with the top two buttons undone, teasing the visibly large pecs that lay beneath his shirt. He wore black slacks that were held up by a belt that hinted at his small waist.

“How can I help you?” He smiles warmly.

“You’re not old.” Is the first thing you say.

“I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you too?” He introduces himself, maintaining his quirked brow at your odd statement.

“No- I’m sorry. Obviously, you’re not old, I was just expecting you to be old-- I’m Y/n, I live next door..” You needed to compose yourself, you came here for a reason. You took a deep breath as you looked him dead in the eyes for the first time.

“I recently got a new dog who can’t seem to keep her paws out of the ground so she’s the one to blame for destroying your plants. I’m so sorry, if there’s anything I can do--” It wasn’t until Jungkook told you to breathe did you realize you had tried to say everything in one breath.

You inhaled. Then exhaled.

“Can I show you something?” His question seemed to have been mostly rhetorical as he was already making his way towards the gate between your houses that led to his backyard.

Once it was opened he stepped to the side, allowing you to walk through and you could just about feel your heart fall out of your ass at the sight.

More holes.

More dead flowers.

More money.

You were afraid to look at the man behind you, but you did anyways. His arms were crossed, and you felt sick. “How much is this going to cost me?” You didn’t even want to know.

“Well, with the damage done to the 30-year-old bonsai alone, that’s around eight thousand--”

Your vision went black. Suddenly you couldn’t hear or see. Unconsciously your left eye twitched and you felt like you were foaming at the mouth. He just kept talking and talking, the costs just kept going and going. You never even heard the final amount, the only thing you could hear were the voices in your head telling you to kill that little cairn terrier once you got home.

“Unless..”

Unless?! There was an unless? This was your way out. There was no way you would pass it up. Whatever it was, it couldn’t possibly be worse than selling your limbs just to afford the price of one bonsai.

“Yes! I’ll do it.”

“Great, so I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You don’t even know what he said. You completely blanked out. You tilted your head to the side. “Yes, of course, I’ll be there. For what, again?” Now he looked a little confused.

“To re-plant?” He mirrors your tilted head.

God.

At this moment you hoped Taffy would do what she was good at and dig a hole deep enough for you to crawl in and die.

“Taffy!” You shout the minute you walk through the door. Enter the energetic dog who came bouncing down the steps at the sound of your voice. She circled your feet and you fought the urge to kick her, but even you knew you would regret that.

She seemed to have been in a really good mood today and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, her energy was contagious.

“No! I’m mad at you.” You remind yourself as you kick off your slides and make your way into the house with her following behind you, this time with a toy in her mouth, wanting you to play.

“Not now.” Ignoring her, you take a seat at the kitchen table where your dad was working on some documents with focus. You sat in front of him quietly with a pout, hoping he’d notice you.

You sigh.

No response.

You sigh a little louder.

He flips over the next paper, still ignoring you.

You sigh even louder.

Slamming his pen down on the table, he gives you his undivided attention.

“What is it.”

“Nothing, except for the fact Taffy just cost me like fifteen thousand dollars in property damages.” Your father was silent. He too was in shock like you were earlier.

“He’s charging you that much!?” You shake your head, “No, he’s making me help him re-plant everything that Taffy ruined instead. That’s so unfair.” You complained. Your father couldn’t believe you were complaining about such a reasonable repercussion.

Maybe you needed this.

He goes back to filling out his papers and ignoring you.

“Dad!” You tried getting his attention again but you knew you had lost it for good this time. Instead, you decided to give in and play with Taffy. “Fine.” You take the rubber ball from her jaws, “I’ll play with you, but I won’t forgive you.” You toss it elsewhere watching her run after it.

---

The next morning you found yourself disappointed to see that you hadn’t died in your sleep. That means you actually had to go gardening for the next 6 hours. You were left perplexed once you got out of the shower. Staring at your closet, unsure what one would wear to garden.

You settled on capris and a t-shirt that you didn’t care to get dirty. With one last look in the mirror, you said goodbye to your happiness and made your way next door.

“Good morning,” He greets you the minute you make your way down the steps of your porch. You weren’t surprised to see he had already gotten started on the front lawn, a bag of grass seed on his right and a trowel in his gloved hands.

“Here, I got you gloves.” He hands you a pair of burgundy gardening gloves to match his green ones. “Thanks.” You stood awkwardly as you watched him return to his previous position on the ground.

“Have you gardened before?” He asks, looking up at you from where he knelt on the grass. You nodded, “Not a lot, only a few times with my mom growing up.” He smiles.

“Well, maybe now you can practice a little more. I think gardening is one of those things that don’t really seem to be all that exciting at first but you find yourself doing it and enjoying it more over time, y’know?” Humming along with a plastered smile on your face.

You? Enjoying gardening? Good one.

“Would you mind just taking this trowel and using it to raise all of the lifted-up patches of grass, then I'll add some seeds once you’re done, we can water and we’ll be done for the first part.”

When he says it like that, it sounded like you’d be finished in no time. Never in a million years could you have anticipated that it would keep you preoccupied for the next three hours. At least Jungkook wasn’t the worst person to talk to.

You didn’t talk much in the beginning, not sure if it was because you both were total strangers or because he was devastatingly attractive. Maybe a mix of both.

Just when another period of silence fell over the two of you, your parents were seen leaving your house, waving to the both of you before getting in the car and leaving to god knows where.

“I’ve seen your parents a few times, but I don’t remember seeing you.” Jungkook prayed he didn’t come off as creepy, he was simply curious to know where you’d been these last 4 months since he’d moved in. He’s sure he would’ve remembered you.

“Ah, yeah. I live about 3 hours north of here in Pineley, for school.” Jungkook knew he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t surprised to hear you were still in school.

“Oh really? What are you studying?”

“Just economics, I kind of hate it though, only one more year to go, then I’ll finally be done.” Jungkook was doing his best to crunch the numbers in his head.

Assuming that you graduated high school when you were 18... so 3 years later... You’re 21?

God, you’re 21.

He’s 27 and you’re 21.

Does he find you attractive? Yes, obviously. Who wouldn’t? Has he thought about you since the moment you met yesterday? Of course, but that stops now.

“But enough about me, what about you? The last time I was here, there was an old lady living here.” He chuckles, “So that explains the ‘old’ comment yesterday.” Your face flushes red as you continued to pat down the grass seeds in their rightful places.

“New job, you know how that goes.” You nod with a smile, patting down the last patch of grass, and you realized you were done. “I think that’s it.” He announces, dropping his trowel down the grass, and giving the lawn a lookover.

“It certainly isn’t as pretty as it used to be but once the new grass comes in it’ll look better.” He stands, offering you his hand to help you stand as well. You do your best to swat at the butterflies in your stomach from his gesture.

“Do you want something to drink? I have some inside.”

Now that you think about it, you were quite thirsty.

“That would be great actually, thanks.” you appreciate his kind gesture, standing awkwardly on the lawn not sure what to do until you see his head pop out of the doorway. “Y/n, you coming?”

His house looked nothing like yours. Everything was so, clean. Not to say that your house was dirty by any means but there was something about his selection of colours and arrangement of furniture that made everything so sleek and neat.

He definitely owned more plants than the average person, you also couldn’t help but notice how cool it was in here, but not to the point that it made you shiver, more so a refreshing feeling.

After the both of you washed your hands, he led you to the kitchen and invited you to have a seat on the stool behind his marble island. “You don’t have any allergies, do you?” Your eyebrows raised at his question.

“Allergies? I thought I was just coming here for some water?” You felt more than accomplished to see him laugh even though it was a genuine question.

“You’re helping me with a pretty big task, I think you deserve better than just water.” Anything he said after that fell on deaf ears, your brain was too caught up with his flattery. Maybe gardening wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You were intrigued to watch him pull out a wooden knife instead of a typical steel one. “Is all of your cutlery made of wood?” You were being sarcastic, poking fun at him. What you weren’t expecting was to see him pull open a drawer that revealed various assortments of cutlery all made from wood.

“It is actually.” Now he was the one laughing.

“Why?” Strumming your nails on the counter as you watched him roll up his sleeves for the first time today. Suddenly your palms were open and planted on the surface, bracing yourself. The sleeve of tattoos on his right arm knocked you breathless. Deep breaths in. Deep breaths out.

“Well, because--Are you alright?” He checks in, you looked like you were overheating, and you had to convince him and yourself that you were just fine.

Even if he wasn’t convinced, he decides to let it go and continues preparing your drinks. Turning his back to you as he opened his fridge. You should’ve suspected he had more tattoos aside from the lotus you spotted behind his ear earlier.

“As you were saying,” Prompting him to finish what he was saying earlier, “Yeah, for starters, wood handles heat better, they’re antibacterial but most importantly it’s eco-friendly. We’ve done so much damage to the earth already, so why not do things a little differently, y’know?”

That would explain all the plants. “So, I guess you take this global warming thing pretty seriously, huh?” His head tilts back while he lets out a fit of laughter. “I wouldn’t say that I take it lightly if that's what you’re asking.” He smiles as he skillfully peels the oranges with the knife.

You noticed that he put the discarded peels into a little electric composter he had on the corner of his counter. He was really serious about this earth thing. “I do what I can to reduce my carbon footprint. I had solar panels installed on the roof within the first few weeks of moving here, and I’m sure you noticed all the plants in here. They're quite useful since I don’t actually have air conditioning.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head, “No air conditioning? In Somerset? There’s a heatwave every other week in the peak of summer.” He shrugs, “Didn’t you notice how cool it was when you first walked in?” You nod slowly, curious to see where he was going with this.

“It’s thanks to the sansevierias, ficus elasticas and the aglaonemas I have around the house. When they go through their transpiration process they cool down the air at the same time.”

What.

Your severe confusion must’ve been visible enough to prompt Jungkook to dumb it down for you. “Think of it as when plants feel hot, they sweat and release water into the air which cools it down.”

“What are you some kind of plant freak?” He laughs, reaching for the manual juicer he had on his drying rack. “Environmental engineer actually, but plant freak works too.” You felt almost embarrassed for speaking. You decided to just focus on the freshly squeezed orange juice that was filling up your glasses.

“Enjoy.” He grins as he slid you your glass. Your taste buds were far from ready to handle the sweet yet tangy taste of the oranges. It was easily the best orange juice you’ve ever had in your life. “Oh my god.” He smiles, “Good right?”

“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” You could not believe you were ranting about juice but there you were. “Would you believe me if I told you those oranges came from my backyard?”

“I would, honestly.”

---

It would be a lie if you said you weren’t a little disappointed to see how quickly the two of you had managed to finish replanting everything in the front yard. It’s been a few weeks and the two of you got along surprisingly well even though he was such a plant nerd.

You had a schedule, twice a week at 10 am you’d be at Jungkook’s door more excited than ever to garden. Something you never thought you’d say.

This morning you were taking Taffy for a walk because why not. It was a beautiful morning, damp grass from the rain the night before and the smell of petrichor still lingering in the air. “Good morning,” Nearly breaking your neck at the sound of Jungkook’s voice greeting you as you watched him approach his car but he stopped in his tracks when he noticed the leash in your hand and what it was attached to.

“Is this Taffy?” He points to the cairn terrier who was suddenly sitting pretty and wagging her tail. “The one and only.” He was already making his way over, making sure not to step on the grass that was growing in nicely.

“Can I pet her?” You were flattered that he had even asked in the first place. So used to children and even other adults just petting her without asking. “Of course.” You permit, watching his face light up as he ran his hand over her brown fur.

“How could something so cute cause so much damage.” It was a rhetorical question but you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing her under the bus, “Cute? This is all an act. The minute you get in your car I’m sure she’ll be 3 feet deep in someone else’s lawn.” The two of you laugh for a moment, falling into natural conversation until Jungkook realized that at this rate he was going to be late for work.

“I’ll see you later, Y/n.” His smile was so charming, so enchanting, so-- Taffy was already barking at you to start walking since Jungkook had already driven off.

“God it’s so hot.” The two of you laid sprawled out on the grass of Jungkook’s inconveniently large backyard. Jungkook had long given up on wearing long sleeves, now opting for simple t-shirts and cargo shorts.

“Maybe we should take a break?” Usually, you would take a break after 3 hours but it had only been an hour and a half so you were surprised to hear him propose such a thing but relieved at the same time.

Following the same routine as always once you go inside, washing your hands then reconvening in the kitchen for something to drink. After about three glasses of water, you were able to stabilize yourself in your seat.

“What’s next?” your curiosity prompts you to ask what the two of you would be doing once you returned outside. “I was hoping to start with the gardenias but I think they’re far beyond repair and we’ll have to buy more.” He leans forward on his folded arms, the closeness between your faces was getting to you.

You held your breath, eyes looking anywhere but his when you spoke. “We?” He backs up, standing back at full height. “Yeah, I thought maybe we could go pick up some more and hopefully by the time we’re back it’ll be a little cooler.”

“Sounds good.”

You had no idea joining Jungkook for a trip to the local greenhouse would turn into an entire tour. It was like every single flower and plant had a meaning.

“Do you just have the meaning of every flower imprinted in the back of your mind?” You cross your arms as Jungkook reached for the gardenias on the higher shelves. “Not every one, but I’m sure I know most.”

“This one?” Your index pointed to the calla lilies. “Beauty.”

“How about this.” Pivoting to focus on the opposite wall of flowers, quizzing him on the first flower you laid eyes on. “Health and prosperity.”

“Every flower really does have meaning behind it.” He hums in agreement, “I think that plants have a language of their own. That’s why bouquets are more than just flowers, they’re statements really.”

“I never really thought about it that way.”

“What about these?” You pointed to the red chrysanthemums that were so beautifully vibrant. “I love you.” It would be a lie to say the both of you didn’t freeze when you took in what he had said.

You were afraid to speak first. Thankfully you didn’t have to. Jungkook clears his throat. “That’s what red chrysanthemums mean.”

“Oh. Yeah, of course. Duh.” Awkward laughter erupts from your chest as you continued to walk by his side toward the checkout.

The beginning of the ride back was oddly quiet as opposed to the one on your way here which was filled with a sing-along and a lecture about the importance of compost.

Sunset was still a few hours away and the weather was still quite hot but it was a little cooler compared to earlier.

“Can we stop somewhere?” You broke the silence and Jungkook was quick to redirect the car to your request.

That’s how you found yourselves walking along Pacific Street. It’s like tourist central. it’s where all the popular shops and restaurants were found. Including Icee’s frozen dessert shop. It was easily one of your favourite spots in town.

You ordered a lime sherbet for yourself and a chocolate sundae for Jungkook.

“How did you know that’s what I wanted?” Jungkook leans down behind you and whispers in your ear. “Because you have 2 pints of chocolate fudge ice cream in your freezer,” You whisper back, watching the woman whisk herself around behind the counter preparing your orders.

“And how do you know what’s in my freezer,”

Your curiosity got the best of you. You wondered if he ate leaves for a living so when you found yourself alone in the kitchen when he went to use the bathroom you couldn’t help yourself.

“Oh! Would you look at that, our order’s ready.”

The two of you walked around town for a while. Now you were the one giving him a tour of the heart of Somerset. Sitting on the trunk of Jungkook’s car the two of you looked over the lake and the people down below you.

“Do you like it here?” With the gentle breeze softly blowing your curls in your face you looked over the lake, not looking at him as you spoke and he did the same. “I mean, the greenery is great, there’s a lot of parks and--”

You turn to face him, “Yeah and the carbon levels here are perfect blah blah blah, but do you like it here?” He grins at your teasing. “I do, yeah. The people here are just...” Neither of you realized how close your faces had gotten until your lips were millimetres apart. “..perfect.” he breathes out and you leaned in but he pulled away.

“Oh. I’m sorry I thought-” Your ears were red and you’re sure your face was too. “No, you’re right... It’s just. We can’t.” He sighs, looking away from you for a moment before looking you in the eyes once again. Your head tilted to the side confused, and he hated it when you did that.

It was so cute.

“Why not?” You ask.

“Because, you’re 21, I’m 27. I just don’t want you to do anything you’d regret.” Your heart warmed. At all times he had your best interest at heart.

“I know what I want, Jungkook.” Cautiously, you moved closer until you were as close as you were before. You weren’t really doing anything but you were driving him up the wall.

“Do you know what you want, Jungkook?” You were bad for him. So so bad. Everything in him was telling him this was a bad idea, but he threw caution to the wind the moment he pressed his lips against yours.

Taking your face in his hands as he kissed you, over and over again until you were left breathless. “Oh shit.” you breathe out and he just laughs. “Where did all that come from?” He leans back with a smug look, “Been wanting to do that for a month now.”

The cool breeze passed by again, bringing a weighted silence with it. Leaving that question in the air. It was all a matter of who was going to address the elephant in the room. Unsurprisingly, it was you. “Now what?”

“Nothing.” He says, and your heartbeat falters just a little. He must've noticed the change of expression on your face, “Nothing if you don’t want anything to change, but I’d be happy to see where this goes..” He struggled to look you in the eyes, not used to being the one under pressure.

“I’d like that.”

“And then he kissed me!” You felt like you were in high school again the way you were throwing yourself all over your bed and swinging your feet as you talked to your dog about your eventful night.

Taffy seemed to have been a little more excited than you were based on her endless barking. “I know right, and now we’re going to the Summer Palooza together.” Taf hopped up onto your bed with you and started to ambush you with licks and it made you laugh.

Even though she was a little monster, she was really like your best friend.

“You really do this for fun, every day?” You were developing a slight attitude, blame it on the heat. You enjoyed gardening when the temperature lets you, but days like these where you could see distorted waves of heat made you miserable.

Jungkook didn’t respond, he only smiled knowing you were just ranting. You felt as though you were melting. Sweat beading on your forehead from doing nothing, the hot sun beating down on your skin with no remorse.

“I’m taking a break.” It’d only been 30 minutes since you had begun gardening today but you couldn’t take it anymore. The moment you walked inside you regret making fun of Jungkook for his lack of air conditioning because those plants were doing a damned good job at cooling you down.

You’d begun to learn your way around his house after spending so much time here. You reached for a glass from the cupboard before pouring yourself a glass of water. Taking sips as if you hadn’t tasted water in days.

You let out a small gasp at the feeling of hands on your waist from behind you, “How can you make drinking water so attractive?” You cringed and pushed him away, “You’re so corny.” You snort before finishing off the rest.

“I wanna show you something,” He says it enticingly, as if what he was to show you would change your life forever. “I’m listening.” You stalk towards him slowly as he picked up his keys off the counter. “Up for a drive?” You grin.

“Y’know, when you asked me if I was up for a drive I didn’t know we’d be trekking through the forest.” You were complaining again and Jungkook could do nothing but roll his eyes. “We’re almost there, I promise.”

True to his words, only a few more minutes and you had arrived at your destination. The 10-minute walk was more than worth it. You were met with the sight of a gorgeous blue lake, it wasn’t the biggest but there were mini waterfalls sliding down the large rocks off to the side.

There was direct sunlight bouncing off the water and making everything seem brighter. “Woah..” You stepped towards it slowly. You were shaded by the forest for most of the way here so you didn’t feel as hot but now that you were out in the open again the heat was overwhelming.

Without thinking you stripped yourself off your top and bottoms, leaving you in just your underwear. “Care to join me?” You pivoted to face the man who was fighting off some of his most intrusive thoughts at the sight of your body.

He could only remain so calm, but the moment he laid eyes on the cherry blossom tattoo that stretched from your mid-thigh up to the underswell of your breast or the butterfly jewelry that dangled from your navel, he was done for.

He was going absolutely feral.

“fuck.” he mumbles, watching you dive in head first. He was feeling too much blood rush south but it didn’t make him think twice before stripping himself of his own shirt and shorts. In nothing but his boxers, he jumped in with you.

He swam towards you with the biggest grin on his face. “Feel better?” You shake your head as your hands moved below the water. “I’m still..” Your voice had dropped an octave and become more seductive, “quite hot.” You punctuated your sentence with the revelation of you holding your panties in the palm of your hand.

Surely you had to know what you were doing to him.

Jungkook feared he would drown.

You’re too distracting, and you only proved his point by stripping yourself of the last article of clothing you were wearing and tossing them onto the grass as well. Jungkook was doing his best to be respectful, never wanting to cross a line without your permission.

That’s how he found himself cross-eyed trying to stop his line of sight from falling. “It’s okay, you can look.” Even then he tried to be respectful and only look for a few seconds at a time but he was hopeless once you had taken his hand and pressed it against your chest.

As if it was second nature he gave it a light squeeze. He thanks the universe for his sharp hearing or else he would’ve missed the small whimper that escaped under your breath. “you drive me fucking insane.” Jungkook’s voice was low and guttural before he pulled you closer to him. Wasting no time to bring his lips to yours.

Kissing you deeply, as if his life depended on it. You were intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough. God, he was going to fucking miss you. It was a bitter thought he kept in the back of his head the more he felt himself getting used to having you around.

Fortunately, he didn’t let that gloomy thought ruin his mood as the two of you enjoyed your time together. Neither of you were expecting to spend two hours swimming but that’s exactly what you did until you couldn’t swim anymore.

The drive home was a wet one but it made the shower feel ten times more refreshing. With a towel still wrapped around your hair and in nothing but an oversized t-shirt you walked towards your bed and checked your phone.

It’s mission impossible trying not to smile at the sight of Jungkook’s name on your screen.

Jungkook: I had fun today ;)

“This is the last one,” Jungkook announces and you felt a little emotional as you watched him squeeze the plant out of its plastic container. It was a blue vervain flower. “Hopefully it rains soon, these ones need a lot of water.” He informs you and that’s when you realized it hadn’t rained in weeks which was a little unusual for a Somerset summer.

“Would you like to do the honours?” He offers you the pile of dirt with the sprouting plant. “Can we do it together?” His eyes crinkle at the sides with a smile. So, together, you planted the blue vervain.

“Are you sure we’re finished? We didn’t miss a spot?” You stand up abruptly, searching through the empty bags of soil and containers that once had sprouts in them. “Y/n, are you okay?”

You were fine. Wasn’t it normal to cry once you finished gardening?

“Yes, can’t you see? I’m clearly fine.” Your tearful eyes weren’t so convincing. You didn’t have to explain what was wrong, because he knew. This wasn’t about gardening. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around you, holding you and it only pulled more emotion out of you.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You mumble through broken cries into his shirt. “I know, but you can’t stay for me either.” He was right. Even though you had just met less than three months ago you grew attached to him so it made the thought of leaving him more difficult than it should be.

It was nearing sunset when Jungkook was doing nothing important at home when his phone buzzed on his coffee table.

He too, couldn’t stop a small smile from forming at your message.

Y/n: do you have limes?

Jungkook: Homegrown or store-bought? :)

You didn’t need any more small talk before you were already on your way over. That’s why Jungkook wasn’t surprised to hear the ring of his doorbell. Always happy to see you.

“Limes?” Jungkook brings up your odd request as he walked behind you towards the kitchen. “Yes, limes. I wanted a snack and we ran out, so now I’m here to take some of yours.” Jungkook did his best to keep his eyes off the way your hips swayed from the left to right with every step you took.

He leaned against the counter, watching you whiz around the kitchen. Grabbing the wooden knife you once judged him for but grew fond of and a lime. “Do you have any honey?” He points to the cupboard to your left.

Now that you had everything you needed, this was your favourite part. Slicing open the first lime in half, then again into thinner slices. You drizzled on just a little bit of honey onto the citron and bit onto it.

Jungkook looked horrified.

“Should I call someone for help?” You took it personally and objected. “It’s so good you have to try it.” You approached him with a honey-coated slice of lime but he immediately moved away from you to the other side of the island.

Jungkook’s place had dozens of big windows and skylights to welcome natural lighting as a replacement for regular lights. That’s how you noticed the clouds get progressively darker over the last 15 minutes but it wasn’t your concern at the moment.

What you needed was to get Jungkook to try your creation. “How about I kiss you instead?” He freezes with interest. “I’m listening.” With the simple beckoning of your index finger, he was standing in front of you.

“Open.” You instruct, holding the bottle of honey high enough so it would fall onto his tongue. Next, you squeeze a generous amount of lime juice on yours before grabbing Jungkook by his cheeks. Crashing your lips together, creating a deliciously sweet but sour taste between the two of you.

Your tongue swiped over his plump lower lip trying to savour the flavour and the kiss to the best of your ability but Jungkook was losing his self-control. His hands found themselves holding you at your hips, pulling your front to be flush against his, but he suddenly pulled away.

Your eyes were half-lidded, dark and full of lust; your lips beginning to swell a little from the previous attack they just endured. you looked like sex on legs and that’s why jungkook had to stop himself.

“What’s wrong?” he couldn’t believe you had the audacity to ask him such a thing. as if you didn’t know. “You. You’re plaguing my mind, y/n, and I’m afraid that once I start I can’t stop.” your teeth played with the plump flesh of your lip at his confession.

“then don’t stop.”

A clash of thunder roared in the sky.

Your clothes were scattered along the stairs leading up to Jungkook’s room which was massive if you might add. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t been up here yet.

Gently, he laid you down on his bed, leaving you to admire his body that was sculpted by the gods themselves. Broad shoulders, defined abs and those muscular thighs you so desperately wanted to ride, but maybe another day.

“You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted this.” The feeling of his hot breath against the side of your neck gave you burning chills. With his arms on either side of you, he rolled his hips into yours and through his boxers alone you could feel his dick that was begging to be freed from its confines.

“I- I need you.” your breath hitched at the feeling of his lips sucking on a particular spot on your neck making you let out a breathless moan.

“You’ve got me. I’m all yours.” He reassures you before he locked your lips with his while skillfully removing your bra. you helped with the action by arching your back giving him full access to undo the clasps.

within seconds he was attacking your full breasts. licking over your nipples with desperation. your hand raised to gently run your fingers through his locks while your legs widened to make more room for the man between them.

soon his kisses began to move south but stopped at the ink that patterned your skin. the tattoo was in black and white since you felt the blossoms were pretty enough that they didn’t need colour. once jungkook was done with you he had managed to colour in every single blossom with sinful bruises.

jungkook’s room was probably the most susceptible to natural light as it had the biggest windows, giving the both of you a front-row view of the storm that pummeled the world outside, but that didn’t matter. nothing else mattered except this very moment.

now paying attention to the jewelry that was pierced into the skin above your belly button. jungkook let his fingers toy with it tauntingly, “a flower, hm?” your eyes were shut, too focused on keeping it together to respond.

“Pretty sure the last time I saw this little thing it was a butterfly, wasn’t it?” your body froze once you felt the pads of jungkook’s fingers touching your clothed core. you didn’t respond.

“I asked you a question didn’t I?” he applied a sadistic amount of pressure to your clit, knowing it was just enough to get your attention but not enough to give you what you were looking for.

“yes.” you breathed out, finally opening your eyes to see he was staring right back at you. “why did you change it? I thought you loved butterflies.” he was mocking you. using your words against you from a discussion you had a few days ago. he knows why you changed it.

“you know why,” as if he was ignoring you he continued to rid you of your underwear leaving you completely bare. “no, I don’t think I do. refresh my memory.” the moment you felt his big and calloused hands gripping your thighs you felt you may never speak again.

Every touch, every whisper, every look he gave you left you on fire and wanting more. “you. I did it for you.” jungkook’s wicked grin was the last thing you saw before your eyes shut as he pulled you to the edge of the bed, with your ankles hanging over his shoulders and his nose against your dripping core.

a flash of lightning lit up the room briefly before it relied on the dim lighting of two naturally scented candles he had lit a little before you came over. “look at you, dripping wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

“please,” you whimpered and he was so weak. he couldn’t deny you for long, you had no idea how much of a hold you had on him. wasting no time, he licked a flat stripe up your cunt and it took everything in you not to scream, including closing your legs on his head.

there was no other place jungkook would rather be than between the soft flesh of your thighs but if he wanted to eat you out until you cried he’d need a little more space.

he pried your legs open once more and you were already shaking. placing a comforting hand on your abdomen he tried to calm you down, “you gotta relax baby, I've got you.”

you were helpless, unable to do anything but grab fistfuls of his organic cotton bedsheets as his tongue assaulted your poor pussy. “f-feels so good.” you whined, beginning to roll your hips against his face.

quickly you felt the heat begin to build in your core with the skillful use of his tongue. “jungkook-!” your vision became distorted as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure, but jungkook didn’t stop. he lapped up every last drop of your orgasm on his tongue before bringing a kiss to your lips.

jungkook was fucking filthy and you loved it.

“I need you,” already one step ahead of you, jungkook was stripping himself of his boxers. in one swift motion jungkook was flipping you onto your stomach and lining himself up with the entrance to your sopping cunt.

you had barely gotten a chance to see and admire his dick but for a brief moment, you did it and had your breath hitching in your throat. you knew you would struggle to stand tomorrow. “you ready, baby?” he checks in with you and you decided to answer with actions.

arching your back and pushing your ass towards him gave him all the answers he needed. “god, y/n. you’re going to be the death of me.” he groans, inching in slowly giving you time to adjust to his large size. A size you knew would take a while to get used to.

he continued to slide in until he eventually bottomed out and your two bodies were connected. you were squirming nonstop beneath him as if trying to escape, body so overwhelmingly full. “just relax,” he whispers near your ear and plants a reassuring kiss on the side of your neck.

doing as told you to relax your muscles and jungkook could immediately feel the difference. “that’s it, you’re taking me so well.” you smile into the pillows at his praises until your mouth fell open with erotic moans once he began to pound into you.

“fuck.” gruff and low moans fell from jungkook’s lips frequently. you never took him to be the kind to make much noise during sex but you were more than pleasantly proven wrong. his sounds only added to the speed at which you were approaching your climax.

“oh shitt, jungkook, I’m gonna-” this time you really did scream at the added pleasure from the friction you felt as jungkook mercilessly rubbed your clit. “me too, baby. me too. just hold it a little longer.” you couldn’t. it was impossible but you tried to hold it for as long as you could.

“cum.” you didn’t have to be told twice. your arms went limp, no longer able to hold you up as you were pushed over the edge and came with jungkook following closely behind. his hips losing their consistency and becoming erratic before you felt him painting your insides with his cum.

“oh shit..” the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing and even heavier rain as it bounced off the glass of his windows. “at least it rained.” your voice sounded weak from all the screaming you’d done.

your body was weak but your brain couldn’t seem to understand that as you watched jungkook whiz around the room with heart eyes. he looked like the epitome of sex and sin. the waves of his hair falling over his face loosely as some were stuck to the sweat on his forehead.

the size of his muscles distracting but not distracting enough to consume your attention away from the tattoos that covered the entirety of his right arm. before you could drool over him any longer he was already making his way toward you with a warm cloth to help clean you up.

Once the necessary post-sex priorities had been taken care of, the two of you were left cuddling in Jungkook's bed. He had one hand behind his head and the other on your waist as you laid your head on his chest.

Jungkook didn’t want to ruin anything with you but he was a strong believer in communication. This is why he brought up the sombre thought that plagued his mind for the majority of the summer. “When do you leave?” your head sunk along with his chest as he exhaled heavily.

You pick your head up to make eye contact, “Is this your way of kicking me out?” His eyes bulged. “No, never. I mean when do you have to go back to Pineley?” Now it was your turn to sigh. Putting your head back to where it was before, beginning to draw small circles on his pecs.

“Thursday.”

“Oh.”

That was three days away.

“yeah.”

This conversation suddenly made your lips feel chapped, “do you have any chapstick?”

“middle drawer,” he replies, prompting you to roll away from him and check the instructed drawer. Looking for a small tube, instead, you found a journal of sorts. “What’s this?”

Jungkook sits up with a defeated look on his face. “It’s a present. For you, actually.” Your ears perk at that. “For me?” He nods, “Open it. I was going to give it to you the day you leave but I suppose now works.” The book is still unopened, you tilt your head to the side, confused.

God, you were so fucking cute.

“Why not just give it to me at the Palooza?” He sucks in a breath of air through his teeth, “About that. I got sucked into some board meeting that day with some important people like state officials and whatever, but I tried to get out of it, believe me.”

Holding one of his hands in yours, you reassured him that everything was fine. “That sounds like a pretty big deal. It’d be silly for you to blow it off for some dumb event.”

“It’s not some dumb event and you know it. You talked about the Palooza as if it were heaven on earth, and I was looking forward to going with you.” Your heart swelled. “Yeah, I mean, there’s always next year,” you say and it causes Jungkook to grin.

“Next year? You sure you won’t forget about me by then?” Playfully you sent a hit to his chest, “Don’t say that. I’m gonna open my present and forget you even said that.” Admittedly he was a little nervous. He wasn’t the best at gift-giving, never knew what exactly to get people.

Your eyes scanned over the pages as you flipped through them. It was like a flower dictionary. It had all kinds of meanings for all kinds of flowers, but there was something personal about the way the journal was put together.

The paper had a little more texture than you were used to seeing, it must’ve been recycled; but the way the string held together the pages at the top through unevenly sized holes made you wonder.

“Jungkook, did you make this yourself?” His face was red. “Yeah, I know it’s a little lame but I--” Leaving the book on your lap before you pulled him close by his face and pressed your lips to his, pulling away with a smile. “I love it.”

“Remember to give us a call when you get back, alright?” You hugged your parents tight as they helped load your car will all the stuff you brought

“I will.” You smile waving goodbye to them as you stood near your car and your parents made their way inside. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t secretly hoping to see Jungkook one last time before you left.

That’s why you were so delighted to see him step out his front door, but not empty-handed. A bouquet of flowers accessorized his right hand as he made his way toward you.

“You’re here,” Smiling with nothing but teeth as he stopped in front of you.

“I had to see you before you left, I didn’t want to interrupt.” He gestures to your house which your parents had just walked into. “I got these for you,” Handing you the bouquet of arranged flowers that consisted of pink carnations and white clovers.

You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time reading Jungkook’s little flower dictionary he had given you which explains why his bouquet nearly moved you to tears just from looking at it.

You remembered what he had told you in the greenhouse all those weeks ago.

“I think that plants have a language of their own. That’s why bouquets are more than just flowers, they’re statements really.”

Pink Carnations: Gratitude, I’ll never forget you.

White Clovers: Think of me.

“It’ll be impossible to forget you.” Your bodies moved on their own accord. He wrapped his arms around you and yours doing the same, even with the bouquet in hand. It was as if neither of you wanted to pull away but you knew you needed to go.

“I’ll see you at the next Palooza.” your heart hurt a little to see the sad smile he had on. “Sure, but if you're able to squeeze me into that tight schedule of yours, maybe you could come to visit sometime?” You were nervous, you were proposing more than just Jungkook visiting you in Pineley.

“Like, long distance?” The arch of his brow told you everything you needed to know and you were regretting opening your mouth in the first place, “If you’re up for it?” You begin to make your way toward the driver's side of the car, thanking him for opening it for you.

Carefully placing the flowers on the passenger seat with Taffy in the back. “I’m certainly willing to try.” There was the grin you were hoping to see on him before you left. Closing the door, and strapping on your seatbelt, Jungkook stepped to the side of the driveway giving you the space you needed to pull out, but you stopped parallel to the sidewalk.

“See you in Pineley?”

“See you in Pineley.” He smiles, waving you goodbye before you drove off.

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Garden of Secrets - Extra Scene 3

Married.

He was married now.

Benedict hadn’t stopped pacing in the room ever since he and Charlie had got there in order to get away from the chaos of the hundreds of guests his family had apparently decided to invite to the wedding breakfast. Judging by the way his wife of two hours had walked away from him the moment they had reached the house-

His wife.

Jesus Christ.

He still couldn’t believe they were actually married. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, and when he first saw her walk down the aisle, he was quite certain that this was a dream.

Now he understood how Paris felt in the presence of Helen.

Or how mere mortals felt in the presence of Venus, for that matter.

“She—she married me,” Benedict said and Charlotte absentmindedly turned a page in his sketch book, barely casting him a glance. If it were any other time, he would have asked her opinion on his latest sketches but now—

Now he couldn’t even bring himself to worry about whether his sketches looked good or not.

“I know Benny,” she said. “I was there, as the maid of honor.”

“I’m a married man now.”

“Yes you are.”

“To her.”

“Mm hm.”

Dear God, it felt as if the room was getting warmer by the second. His hand shot up to loosen his cravat a little and he took a deep breath.

“I don’t know the first thing about being a good husband, how did I—” he pointed at the door. “Goddamn Anthony was supposed to marry first, not me!”

Charlotte looked up from the sketchbook and thought for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders.

“He will when he falls in love,” she said, crossing her legs as she laid on her back, holding the sketchbook up so that she could see the pages while lying down on the sofa. “Why are you panicking?”

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are—aw Benny! You sketched her!”

Benedict pressed his palms on his eyes, then dropped his hands.

“Charlie.”

“Yes?”

“What if I turn out to be a terrible husband?”

Charlotte lowered the sketchbook to shoot him a glance.

“I don’t really know much about terrible husbands,” she said. “I haven’t seen or heard about what they do.”

“And you will not,” Benedict said. “Your future husband has to talk to me after your father.”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders again. “I’ll make sure to let him know,” she said airily and smiled when she turned the page. “Has she seen these?”

Benedict swallowed thickly and shook his head. “No.”

“You should show her!”

“…Yeah maybe later.”

“I think she’d like it,” Charlotte said. “I mean look at all this, it’s like—"

“Charlie,” Benedict cut her off. “I mean it. What if I’m a terrible husband and she hates me?”

Charlotte rolled her eyes and sat up in the sofa. “She could never hate you Benny, you two are in love!”

Benedict’s heart skipped a beat as guilt washed over him just like it did every time he had to lie to Charlotte. He knew he had to, Anthony had given him an earful when he had figured out he hadn’t told Charlotte the story about his sudden engagement but…

He couldn’t find it in him to break Charlotte’s heart with it.

“Yeah,” he managed to say. “We are but— what if she wasn’t?”

“What if she wasn’t in love with you?” Charlotte scoffed a laugh. “Well then she wouldn’t have married you, easy as that.”

Right.

It was supposed to be as easy as that for sure.

“I honestly don’t understand why you’re so stressed about this,” Charlotte said. “You love her, do you not?”

“Of course I love her,” he said, without even a second of hesitation and Charlotte motioned at him.

“There you go.”

Truth to be told, Benedict could hardly believe there was a time when he wasn’t in love with her, when he had no idea of her existence. It was as if his whole life before her was a waste; or merely the waiting process until meeting her.

It felt absurd, really. All this time he had read about love, tried to paint it, tried to understand it while she was right there, hidden away from his gaze until just a couple of months ago.

And he still couldn’t tell whether she loved him, or whether she would love him. It was nearly torment as she told him it would be, yet he still couldn’t help but hope...

That she would love him.

He was no fool, he could see that the desire was there. Even before their kiss in the garden or their first dance; it had been there for a while. That fire he was feeling whenever he so much as looked at her or inhaled her scent or touched her hand, even in those stolen moments where her glare turned into a tentative softness—

But that wasn’t love.

And today something had changed.

At the chapel and even on the way back home, he could see that she was trembling and it had taken his all willpower not to hold her. She had more or less thrown herself out of the carriage as soon as it had stopped, and the message was clear as day. Benedict had a feeling that pushing her to talk would backfire terribly no matter how much he wanted otherwise, and he knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t going to tell him anything until she wanted to do so.

He had hoped she would at least start trusting him a little after saying their vows but so far, this whole day had proved him otherwise.

He ran his hand through his hair and let out a breath.

“Has she told you anything?” Benedict asked and Charlotte looked up from the sketches.

“Hm?”

“Has she told you anything today? Before the wedding or after?”

“Well I’ve barely had the chance to talk to her after the wedding because you dragged me here,” she reminded him. “And before…I don’t know, she was just nervous. Who wouldn’t be?”

“Right,” he said as he started pacing again. “I feel like I should’ve read books or something.”

“On what?”

“How to be a good husband, I’m sure some idiot somewhere wrote a manual about it.”

“I don’t think you need a manual.”

“It certainly feels like I need a manual,” Benedict said as he brushed a hand over his face. “Half of the time I can’t even tell what she’s thinking, and now we’re married and some day I will say the wrong thing or do something wrong on accident and will lose her forever—”

“Benny,” Charlotte cut him off. “Stop. Just answer me one thing.”

“What?”

“You’re in love with her, yes?”

“She’s the love of my life.”

“And you’d do anything for her?”

“Anything. I would die for her.”

Charlotte repressed a smile and tilted her head.

“And you want to make her happy?”

“There’s nothing I want more in life,” Benedict said and shook his head. “Everything else but her comes second.”

Charlotte thought for a moment and shrugged her shoulders.

“Sounds like something a good husband would say or think,” she stated. “I think you’ll do just fine, and you know how I’m always right about everything.”

Benedict felt a small smile pull at his lips. “Thanks Charlie.”

“Anytime,” she said with a grin and turned her head when someone knocked on the door.

“Ben?” Colin’s voice carried into the room before the door opened. “Lottie, hello. Ben you’re needed, come with me.”

Benedict heaved a sigh. “I greeted almost everyone downstairs—”

“It’s not the guests.”

Benedict pulled his brows together. “What? Who then?”

Colin cleared his throat and pointed back with his thumb. “Your wife just passed out.”

Benedict’s heart dropped, his breath getting caught in his throat and he stared at Colin for a moment before rushing past him out of the room with Charlotte following him suit.

#benedict bridgerton x reader #garden of secrets extra scene

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raggstorice · 11 months

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FLASH HEADCANONS!

Where I take a fandom and give a Headcanon for Every. Single. Character.

Twisted Wonderland! #1

Here we go!

Riddle: whenever a bug lands on him he freezes. Just stops.

Ace: His parents always shut down his beliefs. Very much a 'Stay in line and You'll be fine' type of family. (If requested I will rant on my HC Ace backstory)

Deuce: He calls his mother every day and one day she just starts crying and is all like 'Im so proud of you. You've changed so much and I love you.' and Deuce started crying too.

Cater: Does not actually care that much about Magicam. He just needed something to base his personality off of.

Trey: Uses southern insults All. The. Time. People talk to him and he's just 'Well good for you!' and people think he's the nicest.

Leona: If you put a weighted blanket on him he will just fall over like that one scene in Lilo and stitch.

Ruggie: Knows everyone. And I mean EVERYONE. Try to introduce him to someone new and he'll just be like 'OMG my old friend!' yeah.

Jack: Named his cactus Paula. Also Talks to it and uses it like a doll. (Like that one scene in DRDT)

Azul: His first experience with a land dweller was when he saw a coin fall from the surface and he followed it. There was a language barrier so he couldn't talk to them. He wonders how they're doing some days.

Jade: Had a bonding moment with Jack over their love for plants (mushrooms and cacti) also eats mushroom-spinach pizza (like me!)

Floyd: He bites. Also he's banned from playing against other schools in Basketball because of the sheer amount of fouls he gets. Jamil is so done.

Kalim: Will summon a rainbow to cheer someone up. He's precious.

Jamil: Doesn't actually hate Kalim. He just needs to be mad at someone. Oh also he cooks for the Basketball club and brings food to practice. Ace is his biggest fan.

Vil: Godly eye makeup. He's the one who gave Rook his feather in his hat.

Epel: Bad Ass Mother Fucker. He prefers to fight with his tounge rather than his fists. The only one to realize Trey's passive aggressiveness.

Rook: Will bring back fresh meat from his hunts. Him and Jade bring the best ingredients to the Cafeteria and no one knows.

Idia: one time he hid from people in an empty classroom for several hours after school. Ortho almost sent a search party.

Ortho: Spends hours analyzing his friends. Like as a hobby. He brings them perfectly planned gifts and they all love it.

Malleus: Lilia cuts his hair. He also polishes his horns. He secretly really enjoys Sebek's loyalty just wished he was quieter.

Silver: Takes care of the horses so well. They love him and will only accept food from him.

Sebek: He can be surprisingly quiet if you ask nicely. He gets loud again if he gets worked up. Autistic.

Lilia: He loves his sons. He ends up taking care of the whole Campus. No one in NRC can take care of themselves properly so he does it. Mockingbird by Eminem coded

Crowley: He shows up randomly and helps students. Lilia is taking a student to the infirmary? He's there and takes them for him. Leona is asleep in the botanical garden? Crowley kicks him away from the path. The teachers are so done with the chaos and are ready to combust? He's there. He will make the chaos worse and somehow contain it at the same time.

Crewel: He stays stocked up on potions ready to help any students that are ill, tired, or in any sort of pain. He will let you sleep in his classroom and will pull you into his office if he thinks somethings up. Many students have cried in front of him.

Trein: Will go out of his way to include history not taught in textbooks. Stuff about gay rights, racism, trans right, war crimes, fun facts about political leaders, etc. He does it all in the most monotone voice ever.

Lucius: The best cat. Used to be a stray wandering campus. Will bring gifts to students it likes. Recognized Leona as one of its own.

Vargas: Always down to help students. Oh you have Asthma? Good thing I have SEVENTEEN EXTRA INHALERS. You seem to be struggling a little why don't you sit down? Exercise without rest is as good as no exercise at all.

Sam: Will give freebies to students who need it. Oh you skipped lunch to study for a test? Good thing I have a sandwich just for you! Your pen broke? Which one do you want? Also will tell you all the tea.

Grim: Whenever he eats those blot crystals he suddenly knows all of the victims trauma which he reports to Yuu.

Yuu: Has serious conversations with Overblot victims. The best non licensed therapist.

Authors Note: It's 1:23 AM. I'm going to sleep.

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grimwolf · 4 months

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Only a Fool for Diggory.

genre : draco x reader

summary : y/n, a fourth year at hogwarts, catches cedric diggory’s eyes during the triwizard tournament. but that’s not the only one who has eyes for you. after several years of just being friends, draco malfoy sets out on a mission to find you and confess. except, you’re nowhere to be found and your friends are worried.

warnings : cursing, crying, mentions of s/a, blood, fighting

Y/n was friends with Draco for years. They’d met on the train to Hogwarts in her first year. She was one year younger than the pale boy and that was attracting for Draco Malfoy.

They’d go on for the next three years, being stuck together. Pansy was overzealous for awhile before finally letting go of her jealousy and welcoming Y/n as one of her own. Turns out, they had much more in common than they realized. Blaise enjoyed her company too, although he’d never admit it- he kind of liked Y/n. He wasn’t sure if it was simply platonic or something more, but his best friend loved her. That was something Draco and his posse kept to themselves.

He didn’t always know. It was summer break, before his fourth year, Y/n- her third. His family hosted their annual gala to raise money for some wizard charity. His father allowed him to invite a few friends of his, Y/n being that very few. Her parents came along as well, even though her family was half-blood.

Two hours into the gala, Draco and Y/n had snuck off into the Malfoy Manor Maze, just behind the gardens. It wasn’t until the pair had chased one another through the brush that Draco had seen her real beauty. Her laugh was like wind chimes, loud but graceful. Her smile, glistening like the midnight moon. Her eyes, oh her eyes, he couldn’t get over how they dazzled underneath the illuminated night sky. He could’ve sworn they were stars, blending into the indigo above them that night. He was in love and he didn’t have shame in the thought that she was half-blood.

So you could imagine the sheer chaos that ensued in the boys dormitory, their first night of their fifth year.

“Who does that himbo think he is!?” Draco sneered. Blaise, Theo and Lorenzo all sat in their respective chairs/cushions, snacking on something they snatched from Honeydukes earlier today.

“I don’t know man. Why don’t you go up to Y/n and found out from her what’s going on?” Theo exclaimed. Once again, the boys sat here in the dorm listening to Draco complain about his relationship problems. Except, Draco wasn’t in a relationship..

“I can’t, Y/n will see right through me. She’s so smart.” Draco looked off into the distance, imagining his admiree and her luscious locks.

“Mate, you need to work up the courage to just ask her already.” Blaise pitched.

“Yeah cause I’m tired of hearing about this.” Theo sighed, rubbing his temples.

Blaise lowers the book he was reading, “You never had problems with the other ones. Just act like she’s the same.”

Draco rolled his eyes as he walked to his bed and collapsed. “It’s not the same, you know that.” He mumbled through the pillow.

The whole reason they were here in the first place was because of you. Well- specifically you and Cedric Diggory, who was a whole seventh year. After the first dinner of the year, you bumped into the Hufflepuff. After many, “Sorry my bad, I’m clumsy” talk, he began flirting with you. It had gone on for a few days before finally coming to a close when you were asked by the brown haired man, to attend the Yule Ball as his date. It was an honor for you but for some bizarre reason, couldn’t say yes right away.

That’s what Draco didn’t know..

You were heading to bed when an envelope made of parchment, flew under your door. Pansy was still in the common room, probably making out with Theo. So it couldn’t be her. You reluctantly bent over and picked it up. The seal on the back was carved with an elegant “D”, surrounded by miscellaneous leaves and vines. It was a golden wax, yellow shimmers glistening under the candle flame in your room.

As you speculated who it was from, you were proved correct when the signature on the bottom was his. You had seen it before on another note he gave you in the Great Hall.

Dear Beautiful,

Meet me in the Astronomy Courtyard at 10. I have a question surprise for you.

Signed, Diggory

You traced your fingers over the words a few times before glancing to the grandfather clock in the room. It was a quarter till 10 already. After sitting and contemplating for a few minutes, you finally mustered up the courage to get dressed.

You opened your door carefully, not to make any squeals in the hinge. You placed one toe after another across the stone floor and snuck down the stairs to the common room. The only light came from the enchanted fireplace. In the corner, by the small library was Pansy and Theo, doing their usual business.

You slid through the stone door leading out into the dungeons. Taking one last breath, making sure you were safe, you hurried to the location of your superior.

It was easier than you thought getting to the courtyard. Only thing keeping you from being perfect was the chill sneaking into the castle. You were only wearing a black long sleeve top, with a sweet heart neckline- tucked into your black mini skirt. The small slit on your right leg not helping. Your black doc marten loafers clicked across the cobblestone as you made a bolt for the corner that would finally lead you to your destination.

You carefully treaded the long hallway before being abruptly pulled by a large pair of hands: one over your mouth and the other around your waist. You tried to scream and wail for help, but this persons palms were tightly covering your jaw. Your eyes scanned the new scenery around you quickly.

Then that scent hit you. Tuscany and a small hint of dittany. It was him.

You pulled away at the same time he let go resulting in you falling to the ground hard. You felt a sting in your left knee, knowing you had scraped it against the stone. As you looked up through small tears, the golden boy bent down to help you up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerning. You broke your hands away from his, brushing off your skirt. You were a little aggravated… or more like angry with Cedric’s actions. He didn’t need to grab you, nor be so forceful. You’d have no issues coming into this abandoned classroom with him if he’d just asked.

“I’m fine.” You hissed. Cedric was taken aback by your tone but nonetheless ignored it and carried on.

“Here, come here.” He walked closer to you, giving you no time to prepare for liftoff. He wrapped his palms under your skirt and lifted you onto the nearest desk. You, being shocked by the abrupt close touch, felt a chill run up your spine. Cedric bent down, observing your bloodied knee. He touched it, causing a hiss from your throat.

“Sorry. It looks like it was just a small surface burn. I can get some dittany from the greenhouse if you want to-“ You cut him off.

“No that’s okay Cedric, I’ll be fine.” You smiled softly. You sat there for what felt like ages before he finally got up and sat on the desk across from you.

“So what was this surprise you had for me?” You pondered. He raised his brows, seemingly confused by what you said before a light bulb went off and he stepped closer to you again, a little too close.

“It’s about the Ball..” he started. You breathed out, getting off the desk and walking toward the back of the classroom, looking and fidgeting with the dusty objects.

“I already told you, I’m not sure yet.” You exclaimed. Cedric laughed. You turned around. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing beautiful. Just that you think that’s what I was asking.” He said. You scrunched your brows. “I believe I don’t understand.”

Cedric walked slowly to you as he explained his cause. “I know you’re still thinking about it. I was going to let you know that if you do decide to go with me, my friends and I are throwing an after party when we’re done. Think you’d enjoy it..” By the end of his words, he was towering over you, looking into your orbs. You felt your heart begin to race as he lifted his right hand to tuck back a strand of your hair. He then brushed his fingers, delicately across your cheek and then your exposed collarbone.

“You’re so lucky.” He whispered. You blinked, “What do you mean?” He leaned in closer to you, just inches away from your lips.

“You’re so lucky that you hold beauty. Beauty that every guy who roams these halls, wanna have for themselves.”

His words took you by surprise.

“But they don’t get to. Not a single one. Wanna know why?” He asked.

You looked up into his dark eyes, unreadable. They were very dark. Your heart began beating faster. “W-Why?”

He leaned into your ear and guided his hands down your shoulders, landing on your wrists.

“Because I’m the only one who gets to touch you Y/n.”

Pansy was walking up to her dorm, Theo holding her hand as she guided them up the stairs. As she opened the door, fully expecting her best friend to be reading a book with the candle lit, she noticed how wrong it was.

Y/n’s clothes placed sporadically across the floor, the candlelight blown out but fresh as the wick was still hot and the smoke evaporated. Pansy called out, “Y/n? You in here?”

No answer.

“Y/n? If this is a funny joke, you can stop now.” Pansy laughed short, Theo joining in per Pansy’s instructions.

No answer.

The raven haired girl dropped her lovers hand and rushed into the dorm, looking around for Y/n. Her movements becoming quicker and quicker as she hopelessly looked. Theo stood in the doorway, madly confused.

“Maybe she’s just roaming the halls.” He pitched. Pansy paused her searching and stood up to shout at Theo.

“Except Y/n doesn’t roam the halls! She stays inside and reads, reads, reads. She studies when it’s raining, she keeps that damn candle lit until she knocks out completely because she enchanted it to do so!” She ran her hands through her hair as Theo tried to calm her down.

“I know my best friend. She wouldn’t just disappear!” She huffed out. Theo looked around, an idea sprouting in his mind.

“What if she went to the boys dorm?” He asked. Pansy looked up through small tears. She nodded, convinced it wouldn’t hurt to look.

The couple burst through Draco and Theo’s dorm door, awaking Blaise on the bean bag. Draco laid in the same spot he was in when Theo left, face plastered into the pillows. Lorenzo was making paper planes and enchanting them to fly around the high ceiling. (He already had seven above the group.)

“Y/n’s missing.” Pansy cried. Draco shot up from his spot and straightened his hair. Blaise’s attention rose as well, worry replacing tired on his face.

“What do you mean?” He asked in a rush. “Like she’s missing from her room? The entire castle?” Lorenzo asked.

“No. She’s not in our dorm at all, her candle is no longer lit and her clothes are everywhere. Almost like someone broke in.” She jumped to the nearest worst case scenario, causing Draco to grab his shoes and put them on.

“Was there anything else in you guys’ dorm that was out of the ordinary?” Draco asked in a hurry. Blaise and Lorenzo followed through, grabbing their shoes and coats and heading out the door with their friends.

Pansy opened their dorm room, looking around for anything else that could be out of place. The slytherin’s salvaged through belongings, bookshelves and other possessions around. It wasn’t until Blaise found a note, written in starch black ink, laying on Y/n’s nightstand.

“Guys, look.” Pansy rushed over, snatching the letter out of the boys hand. She skimmed over it quickly, sighing in her own discomfort at the thought of you meeting up with him alone during this hour.

“She’s with Diggory.” Pansy stated. Draco’s attention shifted to the letter and grabbed it next. His blood boiling and heart shattering all while being consumed by worry, he crumbled it up and tossed it in the bin. “C’mon, we gotta find her.” He rushed.

The boys followed their leader but stopped when Pansy stood in place. “Why? She’s just with a hufflepuff. It’s not the worst thing!”

Draco turned around, “she should’ve been back by now.”

“You never know, maybe it takes Diggory a few minutes to-“

“Shut up!” Draco shouted. Then it clicked with the pug faced girl. All the moments between them, their rendezvous in the astronomy tower, their shared snickers during class as they passed notes.. no reason Malfoy was so possessive around you, he only cared for you.

“Oh I see it now. You fancy my best friend!” Pansy clapped her hands, giggling at Draco’s obvious embarrassment.

“Be quiet, she was my friend first!” He shouted back.

“You guys- Y/n is literally alone with a seventh year. We gotta go find her. Merlin knows how active seventh years are.” Blaise stated.

Pansy’s eyes dazed, understanding what he meant.

The group searched through the halls, whispering and calling for Y/n quietly. It was well after curfew, prefects roaming the halls and teachers beginning their conquests into personal matters.

“Y/n! Where are you?” Pansy shouted. Theo shushed the girl, reminding her again about what would happen if they were caught.

Meanwhile, Draco was running through every corridor, busting down every door and yet he couldn’t find you. Maybe you and that Diggory went somewhere else. That was something the icy blonde didn’t want to think about. He just hoped you were okay.

They kept looking for a few more minutes before finally giving up. Your friends were at the end of the astronomy hall, tired and hungry. Draco, reluctant to leave, stood there looking at the wall. Pansy turned around, looking at the boy.

“I know how you feel..” She mentioned. “I’m worried about her but I also know she can handle herself. She’s a brilliant witch.”

Draco looked down at his shoes, for no particular reason, he just couldn’t get his mind off the worst case scenario.

“You’re right. She doesn’t need me does she?” He asked. Pansy gave a weak smile, trying to make him feel better. She now knew the great lengths her childhood friend would go for the girl she loved. She cared for Y/n, always did, particularly on a level she isn’t sure everyone understood.

“C’mon, we’ll see her in the morning. I’m sure she’s okay.” Pansy guessed. She wasn’t one-hundred percent convinced about what she was telling Draco, but it was enough for him to feel better. Draco began walking after the group when her voice, muffled, rang through their ears- especially Draco’s.

“Pansy-!“

Draco’s head turned sharply in the direction of her call. Pansy and the rest of the boys followed suit, trying to catch up. Another scream echoed from a locked door to Malfoys left.

Pansy ran to the door, trying to push it open. Blaise kept calling her name making sure she was still alive. Draco came through them, telling them to move. With a quick motion of his wand, the door blew open to pieces, a cloud of dust and smoke shielding their view.

Rustling could be heard, followed by Y/n’s voice and Diggory complaining about how “difficult Y/n was being.”

The smoke cleared, leaving Draco with the ghastly sight. You were pinned against a desk, Diggory being your captor. A midnight meet-up turned criminal as you continued struggling. The hufflepuffs hand sneaking up the pleated skirt you were wearing and the tears leaking from your ducts was all Draco Malfoy needed to let go.

“Depulso!” Cedric was thrown into the brick wall by Malfoy. Pansy ran to you, taking her coat off and wrapping it around your body as you collapsed to the ground. Bruises laid on your neck from his lips and red marks spread your thighs where his grip dug into your skin.

You were stuck in a daze, not even noticing the blood spread across the ground in front of you from the brutal throws from Draco. Blaise continued to try and pry his friend off but failed.

Muffled shouts and curses were thrown at Cedric as Pansy and Theo walked with you to get out of the room. Lorenzo, budding in to carry Draco off of the seventh year, got a hit himself. After convincing their friend to finally open his eyes and let it go, he obeyed.

Cedric laid, unconscious, unsure of whether or not Draco’s blows killed the poor guy. But Draco didn’t care. He smiled as the sight of that douche in his own blood, he deserved it, he thought.

It was one in the morning as Pansy sat on the edge of the tub in the girls bathroom, brushing through her best friends hair. Y/n sat in the tub, knees cradled to her chest as she tried focusing on anything else besides the events in the last hour. Pansy wasn’t sure what to say, she wasn’t sure what to do. She only knew that she needed to be there for her, so that’s what she did.

Y/n was already pruny and her body already washed. She just couldn’t get out of the tub. Draco sat on the other side of the door, waiting for her to be finished so he could apologize for his actions- for not being there sooner, for looking the other way this whole time and not being honest with her.

He sat on the floor, legs stretched out with his back against the wall. His hands bloodied, his grey wool sweater covered in a mix of Malfoy and Diggory blood. His hair was a mess as was his heart. He just wanted to know if she was okay. If she was even the slightest bit calm so he could see her.

As if on que, Pansy opened the door. Draco stood up quickly, his face full of worry.

“She’s out of it. I can’t tell if she’s tired, shocked or both. But she said you can come in. Her back is turned so just stay on this side of the tub.” Pansy explained. Draco nodded and pushed the door open slowly.

He wasn’t prepared to see the small bruise on her back or the swelling on her neck from that bastards poison. He felt the rage coming to fruition but pushed in back down for Y/n’s sake.

He walked slowly, careful not to frighten her. He sat down next to the tub, looking at her hair. It was long, shiny and soft. He knew because he’d never forget the time she fell asleep on his lap on the train to Hogwarts. He ran his fingers through her hair as she slept so she wouldn’t have nightmares.

“Did you get him?” Y/n asked quietly.

Draco’s head turned up to her, he could see the side of her face and didn’t even bare to look further. He was confused by the question, not sure what she meant.

“Draco? Did you get him?” She asked louder.

“I-I’m not sure what you mean-“

“Don’t play dumb with me. Even through my dazed mind I could see the darkness take over inside of you. I saw how hard you punched him, how hard you fought.” She answered.

Draco looked away, back to the floor. He breathed heavily, wondering what she wanted. Was she happy? Was she mad at him for doing his duty? He knew he took it too far but he also knew if he didn’t, Diggory wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.

“I don’t understand—“ She cut him off again. She turned her entire body, revealing her frontside to him. His eyes widened, looking away quickly as to not harm her anymore than he did.

“What’s wrong? Can’t look at a woman when you know you want to! Every man does it! Thinks they can stare all they want huh?” She shouted at him. Her eyes shedding tears every word, her muscles showing through her neck as she strained her voice. Draco couldn’t understand.

“I wouldn’t look at you if you didn’t want me to!” Draco yelled back.

“Oh c’mon! Like you haven’t thought about it, just like he did! Like he tried to!”

Draco’s eyes began to water, hating to see her like this.

“He tried taking something away from me! How he touched me- how he kissed me-“ Y/n trailed off, looking away and crying some more before turning back to the blonde.

“I’m not him Y/n!” Draco pleaded.

“What if you hadn’t gotten there in time?! What if he kept going- bound my down by a jinx or even worse? What if he rap-“ Draco cut her off by taking his shoes off and climbing into the tub.

Y/n kept crying, thinking of the worse case scenario even more. Draco sat down and grabbed her body, indulging her into comfort. He cradled her back and forth before Pansy walked in with a towel. The raven haired girl, draped the towel over Y/n’s small frame and sat on the edge of the rub crying slightly.

“I got you.. I’m not letting anything happen to you. I will be here until you tell me not to.” Draco kissed the top of her head. Her breathing beginning to calm down. Pansy rubbed the crying girls back, hoping to take away some of the pain.

“I will too. I’m not letting you alone anymore. Even if you’re peeing, I will sit there and hold your hand.” Pansy smiled to herself. A small giggle was heard from the poor girl. She lifted her head up out of Draco’s chest. He lifted his hand up and wiped the tears away with his thumb and index.

“There’s our pretty girl.” Draco said softly. Y/n smiled, sniffling her nose before turning around the Pansy and looking up at her.

“I’ll take you on that Parkinson.” Y/n joked. Pansy laughed in response and fell into the tub as well to hug her best friend. Draco sat there, now realizing he was soaked in soapy dirty water.

“Um, can someone grab me a towel?”

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blueaetherr · 1 year

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thank you for letting me know can you do the gender neutral one with trent then thank you! <3

to love and to be loved

pairing: trent alexander arnold x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): slight angst

summary: the one where they want to be loved (by trent) and he wants to love (the reader)

author's note: hi anon, sorry this took so long (again). currently working through writer's block so hopefully i might be able to write more in the coming days.

now playing: this is what falling in love feels like by jvke

After hours, Y/N and Trent were sitting together in his back garden. And on this particular night the two decided that there was some silence to share and so they peacefully indulged in it together; appreciating the sounds of nature at night for the first time in forever, taking notice of one's breathing to keep it at bay, and unknowingly, enjoying the time the two were able to spend together, no rush or anything to it.

The thing is, there was purpose behind their silence, the pair's lack of talk and simple discussion. There was nothing to speak about, nothing to bring up to conversation. Or, at least, that was what Y/N wanted and Trent couldn't help but accept their wants. Following a break up not too long ago, there wasn't much for Y/N to talk about with Trent, silence itself was enough noise and chaos for Y/N's mind to handle.

Soon after some time, Trent let the silence subside. He turned to his friend, offering a sincere look. "I'm sorry things didn't work out with you and your ex."

Y/N took in a long breath, leaning further back in their place. "Eh, it's all cool. We ended on good terms so I can't really complain," they leaned over and patted Trent's leg, "I gotta move on, right?"

When it came to Y/N and their previous relationships—from the first partner to the last—they really couldn't complain. Never were their partners malicious or mean and simply unkind; honestly, all of their exes had been great partners and Y/N never had real problems with them. All the break-ups, unfortunately, only happened as a result of innocent fallouts like logistics issues or differences in wants in life.

Their facial expression dulled, their lips forming a straight line as they looked towards the sky. "Though I do wish it could've worked itself out, you know?" Their problems never lied with their ex-partners but rather with the relationships themselves. Y/N has been in a few relationships—not too many yet also just enough but it always felt like something was lacking in all of them.

Finally, they set their eyes on Trent. "Do you think we were good together," they asked, referring to themself and their ex, "or was I at least good with any of my exes?" They didn't want to seem insecure or full of doubt, but Y/N wanted some outer perspective on their previous relationships.

"Um," Trent scratched the nape of his neck. He let out a small huff, tilting his head in simple thought. "I think... I think there's always hope for everything. There always was hope for all your relationships, every single one... so I don't think I can say no."

Being there from the beginning, Trent got to witness his best friend in all of their relationships. He watched Y/N's relationships form and unravel, watched them shift from immature to sensible, judged all their partners for their content and personality and... he never found anything flawed to say about anything or anyone.

That was the problem with all of Y/N's relationships; they all always seemed so perfect, too perfect to even criticise. Their ex-partners were perfect, judging by their appearances, intentions and personalities. Y/N's relationships held some flaws here and there, but they weren't enough to ruin something great for a couple. In his eyes, Y/N was too perfect in every aspect and that fact alone let Trent believe that there had been hope for Y/N to settle in whatever relationship they found themself in.

Y/N hummed, running their hand through the grass. "I find that hard to believe when I can never seem to stay in a relationship."

In their eyes, their partners were always perfect but perhaps the relationships weren't. The start and end of their relationships remained the best stages; there was that deep understanding and wanting the best for each other. The middle was the stage of every relationship for Y/N where things would happen quicker than they could realise, leaving the lines and everything else to become far too murky to the point where it was quite hopeless to maintain what barely remained of a relationship.

And seeing their ex-partners over the years moving onto different relationships, some in the early stages of marriage and others starting families– and because everyone viewed all their ex-partners as the perfect partners– even though no one said it, Y/N did feel like all their relationships failing, one after the other, was entirely their fault, that they were the burden every time they chose to be with someone.

"Everyone for me kinda just comes and goes, and I'm used to it at this point... but a bit of lovin' never hurt anyone," Y/N said, a sad smile appearing on their face. 'Cause that's all they could do—smile in hopes of retrieving some happiness in all the internal sadness they were experiencing. "Just seems like something really nice to have."

Witnessing all of their previous relationships fade away really did raise some questions for Y/N: were they really unlovable? If so, what was it about them that was apparently so unadorable and unpleasant to be shared and admired by someone else? What was it that deemed them only worthy of temporary love, that till death do us part kinda love was out of their reach?

It was unfair, and Y/N found it unfair. That they wanted something so small and inexpensive, something everyone around them had rightful access to but them. The thought itself felt like heartbreak.

Oh to be loved must be amazing.

"It doesn't hurt anyone, no. But," Trent offered his hand to Y/N, knowing his friend needed some comfort which he could present through trustful physical touch. In time, Y/N looped their fingers with his own. Trent patted the pair's intertwined hands with his free hand. "You'll get there in time, Y/N. I guess it just takes some time to find someone. You gotta be patient with this one."

Y/N thought for a moment before nodding, voicing a small okay. Trent didn't speak many words yet they were meaningful and kinda heartfelt; there was ease and trust in his words and voice, and that was enough for Y/N to listen to him and maybe indulge in his advice. "If that's the case," they sighed, "you have anyone in mind for me?"

Despite in fact having someone in mind for his best friend, despite the ease he had when thinking about the answer (he didn't have to think), Trent remained hesitant when it came to answering their question. Just let it be me— "Yeah, but I'm not telling you," he said, shrugging and laughing a bit. There was slight confidence despite his shyness towards the approaching conversation.

"You're not telling me?" Y/N's face fell further, encouraging Trent's laughter.

"I don't think you realise this is you basically trying to force fate."

"Okay, okay, I forgot: I'll get there in time," Y/N chuckled as they laid back on the grass, probably one of their first moments of euphoria that night. And Y/N accepted it; it was a start for tomorrow and the later days that would follow. "But c'mon. At least tell me what this person's like. Maybe I can guess. I gotta know something."

And so Trent went to describe this person he had in mind for Y/N— himself. He made sure he was vague yet precise with his descriptions, talking about himself in a way that others would describe him as such too but also speaking loosely so that any other guy could fit the descriptions too. There he was, putting himself forward without exposing himself, without putting pressure on a friend who had just left a relationship.

Trent was someone who was caring and sensitive and accommodating to others, especially others like Y/N. He had always seen them receive and receive from previous partners, but never did Trent think it was enough for their value. He thought they deserved so much more than temporary love, deserved more than feeling unwanted after every relationship ended; they were undervalued even if it was unintentional.

That observation came with the thriving feeling that Trent could, potentially, be the better partner to Y/N over the others. He didn't know it, or he wasn't ready to openly admit it, but Trent wanted to be the one to love Y/N (if they would accept it).

And as he spoke, their face was full of smiles and laughter and real positivity, their enjoyment stretching beyond the conversation itself. Even though he was describing someone for their benefit, even though they were the one who requested Trent to talk in detail about their dream person or soulmate, Y/N wasn't really listening to whatever he was saying. Honestly, they were thinking about Trent.

Y/N had been in a few relationships—not too many yet not too few—and through all of them, Trent always remained. Whenever they entered a relationship, Trent was there to encourage and hype them up; whenever they left a relationship, Trent was there to comfort and assure them that there would always be someone else out there as long as they kept the hope alive.

He was their first call after every breakup, the pair's time together was almost synced. Their parents loved all of Y/N's previous partners but evidently, their parents loved Trent a bit more in a more personal way. Everything he did for them (willingly and unwillingly) were simply acts of love and they wanted all of that for themself: to be adored and admired and loved and beyond by Trent.

Sitting under the night sky with silence now discarded, Trent and Y/N continued to share hushed discussions with timid laughter to ease away the misery of a breakup. And even though no one brought them to conversation, it remained a wonder and a wish if one could love or be loved by the person beside them in future days.

part 2

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pocket-sized-nightmare · 4 months

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this is my fic for day two of @mcyt-yuri-week! today's prompt is "royalty"

Rescuing the kidnapped rulers is not going well.

Gem would like to say that it isn’t going according to plan, but she knows there was never a plan in the first place. As much as she loves Jimmy, and as glad as she is that Scott and Jimmy are getting their cute little gay reunion, she wishes he’d brought backup. fWhip, maybe, or maybe Pearl. Definitely Pearl. She just wants to see Pearl again.

Jimmy finishes breaking down the door to Scott’s cell. Scott stumbles to his feet. “Oh, void. Oh, void…”

Jimmy turns to the other cell. “Alright, Gem. Your turn.”

He taps at the bars around the door a few times, slams his pickaxe against the heavy metal door, then—

Footsteps echo from overhead.

“I hear someone down there!” Joey calls in a singsong voice. “I’m on my way!”

“We’re running out of time.” Scott clings to Jimmy, shaking like a leaf. “You have to get out of here.”

Jimmy looks at Gem with tears in his eyes. “I have an ender pearl in stasis at the Ocean Empire. I’ve told Lizzie to drop it on my signal, but I…” He can barely get the words out. “I can only take one.”

Scott looks at Jimmy. Jimmy looks at Scott. Both of them look at Gem.

“Go,” Gem whispers.

Jimmy sends a message to Lizzie, then wraps his arms around Scott. As the ender pearl drops, Scott forces himself to look away from his imprisoned companion.

Gem stares at the wreckage — bent bars, a broken metal door, and an open chest in disarray. There’s no denying what just happened.

Sausage and Joey make it down the ladder and stare at the unlocked cell. Gem can see the fury in their eyes before they even say a word. She crawls to the back corner of the cell and curls up in a ball in a hopeless attempt to shield herself from their attacks.

Sausage stalks towards her. “So he got out, did he?”

Gem nods. Tears pour down her face.

Sausage points his staff at her, prepared for another attack. “You let him escape. And you’re going to tell us everything.”

---

Everyone is understandably furious about this.

fWhip is on the verge of snapping and screaming at anyone he comes across. Shrub blinks back tears every time the subject comes up. Jimmy and Katherine spend all their energy caring for Scott and refuse to think about anything else.

The only person who hasn’t broken yet is Pearl.

None of the other rulers know that Gem is her partner. Neither of them talk much about it — they go on midnight picnics to stargaze, build the community garden behind Pearl’s castle together, and fall asleep in each other’s arms when the world feels safe enough for them to let their guard down, but that happens less and less often lately, and Gem has never liked being open about her emotions anyway. The moment Scott and Gem disappeared, Pearl took a page out of Gem’s book — both metaphorical and physical. She withdrew to her room, researched search-party spells and telepathic links for hours, and cared for Gem’s pets. When Jimmy returned with Scott and not Gem, Pearl knew everything before he could even say a word. The final puzzle piece of her plan fell into place then and there.

Pearl’s plan is simpler than anything the other rulers have come up with. In a way, that’s her cover. Xornoth’s minions are expecting big, flashy fireworks and chaos. They’ll be on the lookout for the hissing of fWhip’s explosives or the howls of Shrub’s wolves.

They will not look for PearlescentMoon crossing the border to Mythland under cover of invisibility.

She makes it all the way to Sausage’s castle without anyone batting an eyelash. The door is locked, but a window just above the door isn’t, so she climbs a nearby vine and cautiously slips through it. If she’s remembering Jimmy’s instructions clearly, there should be a ladder just below her, and then the cells are underneath that. Gem must be nearby.

It’s too quiet. Gem’s too quiet. Gem is never that quiet.

“Please, Gem,” Pearl whispers under her breath. “Please don’t be dead.”

She ties up her dress so it won’t get in the way, then opens the hidden trapdoor and sneaks into the basement.

The basement isn’t deep underground, but every step feels like an eternity. The unbearable smell of mold and dust overwhelms Pearl. She shivers with a cold ache that feels almost otherworldly. She has to get Gem out of there. She takes another step down the ladder, then another, faster and faster, when—

The ladder creaks.

From below, Gem gasps and scrambles to the back corner of her cell. “No, stop… I’ll give you anything you want, just not the dragon egg… please, just don’t hurt me…”

Pearl blinks back tears at the sight, but she forces herself to stay silent. One wrong move could doom them both.

She steps softly to the ground, walks over to an overstuffed chest, and gathers Gem’s items. She can’t carry everything, but she makes sure that Gem’s armor, tools, potions, and staff end up in her pockets.

Gem stares at the open chest. “I’m going crazy. I’m losing my mind. Please stop, just leave me alone…”

Pearl can’t stand to be silent anymore. She takes out a bucket of milk and drinks it, letting the invisibility spell fall away. “Don’t worry. It’s me.”

Gem stays curled up against the wall. Her eyes widen. “Pearl?”

“Oh, gemstone…” Pearl cautiously steps closer to the cell. “It’ll be alright. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

Gem breaks down sobbing.

Pearl lets her own tears fall. “I’ve got your stuff here. I’m gonna hand it through the bars, okay? Then I’ll break you out.”

Gem nods, still crying too hard to speak.

Pearl hands Gem’s items to her one by one. Gem equips her armor faster than Pearl’s ever seen before and holds her staff close to her chest for comfort. “Thank you,” Gem whispers.

“Of course.” Pearl turns her attention to the cell itself. Her heart drops. “Oh, my void. There’s no door…”

“They took it away after Scott escaped.” Gem holds her staff tighter. “They didn’t want me getting out too.”

“Gem, that was two days ago!” Pearl sits down next to the cell and reaches between the bars to take Gem’s hand. “No one’s come down for you since then?”

Gem squeezes Pearl’s hand so tightly that her fingers turn white. “No, they’ve come down. They can…” Her voice breaks. “They can still cast spells through the bars.”

Gem’s broken expression shatters Pearl’s heart. “Oh, love,” she whispers. “I’m here now. It’s going to be alright.”

Gem starts to cry again. “Pearl, help me…” “I’m here to help. Don’t you worry.” Pearl takes out a pickaxe and cautiously taps at the bars. “I’ve got to do this as quietly as possible. Sorry it’s so slow.”

“Take your time.” Gem slowly uncurls and moves away from the corner.

With a loud clang, Pearl manages to snap two of the bars off the wall. She slips through the gap and kneels down next to Gem, making a point not to look too carefully at her. Not yet. She needs to get Gem out of there first. She can’t afford to stop for anything, no matter how much it hurts her to see Gem like this. “I’ve got invisibility potions. If I’ve done it right, we should be able to see each other, but no one else can see us. I’ll break through the wall, and–“

“We’ll be seen.” Gem leans on her staff as she struggles to her feet. “We need to teleport.”

“Gem, it’ll kill you.”

Gem ignores her. “I can get us as far as the castle gate.”

Pearl sighs. She knows her partner well – when Gem makes up her mind about something, there’s no talking her out of it. “Fine, but you have to conserve your power. I’m not letting you die halfway to safety because you overdid it. I’ll take you back to my empire, and we’ll get you fixed up.”

She hands Gem a bottle of a purplish-gray potion. Gem drinks it and makes a face. “You’ve really got to work on your recipe.”

“Hey, I’m trying to save your life here,” Pearl chuckles. “Give me a break.”

Gem lets herself laugh. “Of course. But when you drink it, I think I’ll be proven right.”

“Oh, come on, I had one from a different batch earlier. It’s not that bad.” Pearl chugs her potion… and fails to hide her disgusted expression. “Never mind. That’s horrible.”

Gem smirks. “Told you so.”

She’s interrupted by a voice from above the cell. “Don’t tell me we have another intruder.”

“We’ll take care of them this time,” another voice says. Pearl recognizes the voice as Sausage. “She’s not getting away from us.”

Gem freezes in panic. “Pearl, they’re coming. They’re gonna find us.”

Pearl slams the bars back into place. “Gem, breathe. If you’re gonna teleport us, you have to do it now.”

Gem takes a deep breath. “Hold onto me.”

Pearl puts an arm around Gem’s shoulders. Gem closes her eyes, holds the staff out in front of her, and whispers something Pearl can’t hear. With a flash of purple light, the two vanish from the cell.

The spell works perfectly. Gem and Pearl land just outside the castle gates, and judging by the lack of odd looks around them, the invisibility potions are still working their magic. They’ve made it out. “You did it,” Pearl whispers.

Gem leans her whole body weight onto her staff, then collapses to the grass. “Pearl, I can’t…” she murmurs weakly. “I can’t walk. I don’t know what to do…”

Pearl’s voice is soft and kind. “I’ve got you. It’s alright.”

She lifts Gem into her arms with ease. Gem wraps her arms around Pearl’s neck and clings to her for dear life.

“Just hold on, my love,” Pearl whispers as she carries Gem through Mythland. “You’re gonna be alright. I’m getting you out of here.”

When they cross the border into Gilded Helianthia, the air itself seems to get lighter. Pearl hadn’t realized how corrupted Mythland has become until that moment. She has to figure out a way to heal it. No one else will get hurt — she’ll make sure of it.

“Pearl?” Gem clings tighter to Pearl as the kingdom’s golden buildings come into view. “I don’t want to be seen like this. Don’t let me be seen like this…”

“It’s alright. The invisibility spell should hold for a few minutes more.” Pearl rubs Gem’s back, hoping the gesture is comforting and not painful. “No one will see you until you’re ready.”

Gem takes a shuddery breath. “Okay. Okay, that’s… that’s fine. I just… it’s just…”

The castle appears in their vision. Pearl whispers to Gem, “Just what?”

Gem closes her eyes and tries to hide her tears. “I don’t want to die…”

“Oh, starlight…” Pearl blinks back tears of her own. “I won’t let you. You’re going to be alright. I promise.”

Gem buries her head in Pearl’s shoulder and lets herself cry. “Can we go inside?”

“Of course, my love.” Pearl keeps Gem wrapped safely in her arms as she enters the castle. “Of course.”

---

Pearl’s mind whirls as she carries Gem up to her bedroom and lays her down on the bed. Void, she’s tired. She hasn’t had a good night of sleep since Gem and Scott went missing. She can hardly imagine how Gem feels.

Gem curls in on herself with a pained wince. “Pearl, what do we do?”

“Just try to relax,” Pearl says as she types something into her communicator. “I have to tell the others that you’re safe so they stop worrying. I can tell them you don’t want to see them at the moment, if you’d like.”

“Mhm,” Gem mutters. “Do that. But what about…”

Pearl sighs. “I have Joey blocked at the moment.” After a pause, she adds, “And Sausage, too.”

“Okay. Fine. Send it.” Gem curls further into herself. “But they can’t see me like this.”

“Of course not.” Pearl types a few more words.

<PearlescentMoon> I have Gem

<PearlescentMoon> She’s safe and recovering in my empire

<PearlescentMoon> She’s requested no visitors right now but I’ll let you know when she’s ready

Dozens of messages ping in at once, but Pearl ignores them and puts her communicator down. Her partner is more important. As she sits down on the side of the bed, Pearl finally lets herself take a good look at Gem for the first time.

Gem’s braid is messy and full of dirt. One of her antlers is snapped in half. She’s covered in deep cuts and bruises, and there are dark circles under her eyes that make it clear she hasn’t slept in days. Her skin is pale and dry. Pearl chokes back a sob. “Oh, no, gemstone, I’m so sorry…”

Gem takes shuddery breaths as she tries to calm herself down. “No, it’s… it’s alright. You got me out. That’s enough…”

Pearl opens a green shulker box on the shelf and takes out bandages and healing potions. Gem stares in amazement. “You had that prepared for me?”

“Gem, you have to get used to people loving you,” Pearl says bluntly. “Did you really think I was going to drop you at the edge of my empire and leave?”

“Good point,” Gem murmurs, clinging to consciousness. She sighs. “Help me?”

“Of course.” Pearl hands her a healing potion. “Drink this.”

Gem chugs the bottle in seconds. She hums peacefully as the potion takes effect, filling her with warmth and comfort from the inside out.

“Okay. Now here, let me…” Pearl gently bandages Gem’s wounds one at a time. Bit by bit, Gem lets herself relax.

Pearl finishes by filing down the sharp end of Gem’s broken antler, then helps her to her feet. “I’m gonna wash your hair now, alright?”

“Okay…” Gem allows Pearl to lead her into the bathroom. She sits down in front of the sink and undoes her tangled braid.

Pearl realizes it’s the first time she’s ever seen Gem with her hair down. She wishes it could’ve come at any other time, so she could sit and admire Gem’s beauty instead of worrying for Gem’s safety. “Here, tilt your head back. I’ve got you.”

Gem closes her eyes as Pearl gently washes her hair, combing out all the tangles and dirt. It occurs to her that the gentle touch is the most physical affection she’s received in weeks. When Pearl finishes washing Gem’s hair and takes her hands away from Gem’s head, Gem feels involuntary tears prick at her eyes again.

Pearl returns with a ribbon and ties Gem’s hair back into a braid, then notices that Gem is crying. “What’s happening, gemstone?”

Gem just sobs.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s gonna be alright.” Pearl helps Gem to her feet again, then wraps her in a hug and helps her stumble back into the bedroom. “You need your rest, alright? You’ve been through so much.”

Gem falls onto the bed and allows Pearl to tuck her in. Her breath speeds up I’ll m as she fights her instinct to cling to wakefulness. “I… I can’t… I…” She blinks back another wave of tears. Finally, she manages to form a single word as she grabs Pearl’s wrist. “Stay?”

“Always, my love.” Pearl sits down on the bed.

Gem pulls her closer until Pearl is lying down beside her, then curls up in her arms. “Thank you, sunflower. For everything.”

“Of course.” Pearl kisses Gem on the forehead. “We got you back, and we’ll never let them take you again. I’ll make sure of it.”

“I love you,” Gem murmurs.

“I love you too,” Pearl whispers back. “Sleep well, starlight.”

Gem’s eyes close again, and she slips into the first restful sleep she’s had in months. Pearl stays by her side.

The world might be broken, but they will keep each other safe.

#mcytyuriweekvalentines #empires smp #empiresshipping #gempearl

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not-a-big-slay · 1 year

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Cruel summer

Kaz Brekker x gn!reader

I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

summary: it was always complicated with him, but when alcohol starts to question your situationship, you decide to let it all out...

warnings: alcohol, drunk confession, mentions of blood (non- violent)

a/n: did you know im obssesed with writing fics to taylor's songs? anyways, i had this idea on a long car ride, listening to this song and i wanted to write this for the longest time. its super similar to my fic jigsaw, but what can i say, im a sucker for drunk confessions. i made it gender neutral, so its told like "you did this" ,"he looked at you" etc. also, why tf did i think that gn reader means goodnight and that it means something similar like SFW. my first post in 2023, enjoy :)

Your blinking was slower and slower, eyes focusing on your floppy feet that tried to gain balance with every step. You thought you did a good job with not falling, thinking of it as a miracle, yet you entirely ignored the gentle force on your hip, navigating you outside. "When you said we should get a drink, I thought of one, not...several" Jesper with his hand on your side stopped mid-sentence, thinking about the number of drinks you talked him in to, but failed due to his own drunk self. His voice had a surprising echo, and you soon realised so did the other noise around you. Strangers' laughs entered your ears repeatedly, as if they were worried you wouldn't hear them the first time, horses' hooves stepped in front of you and their impact with the stone ground rang like church bells at midnight.

You were so taken by the magic sound that you didn't process Jesper pushing you up into some dark room and almost didn't feel the smooth hands pulling you in. Unwillingly, you fell down, but luckily sat on something soft. You noticed Jesper sitting down next to you and in a moment you were on the move. Oh, carriage, you thought. You adjusted your eyes and looked at the person in front of you, noticing the familiar long straight hair. You smiled and mumbled: "Hi, Inej.". She smiled a little at your drunken face, but was quickly filled with concern. "Whose great idea this was? I swear only you two could get this wasted." she sighed and her hands reached under her, pulling out two bottles.

"Thank you." said proudly Jesper and Inej rolled her eyes. Excitment filled you upon seeing her hands streching to you with the bottle grasped between. You accepted it and brought it to your lips, thinking of the bittersweet taste you drank at the bar, but it was dissapointing when your mouth tasted the cold blunt liquid. Water. You closed the bottle, setting it next to you and said to Inej: "You wouldn't be mad if you were with us. That's on you."

"You should be thankful that I'm even here at this hour." she toughened her voice, but didn't raise it. She knew it was enough to woke up some sense in you. When you two were silent, she continued: "So? Which one of you idiots had this idea?". Jesper didn't speak, however his eyes did when they shot at you. A few hours ago, you met him outside on his regular night door-watching and convinced him- very easily- to grab a drink with you. You needed a distraction in the chaos surrounding you. After a while of trying to shake their gaze off you, you sighed in defeat. "Fine," you exclaimed, "it was me. I just needed to clear my head, and hang out with Jesper, it's been far too long." you crossed your arms and winked at the boy beside you, but a scoff from Inej made you look at her. "Please, we see each other all the time, even Wylan is getting sick of him." she spoke truly, watching Jesper getting offended, but redirected her eyes on you.

She knew of your situation, how could she not when she's almost invisible and nosy. You and Kaz were far over inconspicuous looks and light touches, but boldly flirting at any moment. It wasn't Jesper's style of flirting, but just fearless remarks or answers that made you blush and fastened your heart. It also threw you into overthinking and uncernity of your bond with him. Sometimes it made you think the flirting covers more serious feelings, but often it sang with a friendly banter. It drove you crazy, took many hours of your sleep, and you knew it wouldn't matter if your stupid heart didn't fall for him. When you witnessed Wylan and Jesper's cat fight, you thought it was obvious for both of them that they like each other and they just were afraid to make the first move- even though that didn't go as planned, according to Jesper- or just enjoyed their wordplay. Now you weren't so sure, but you refused to ask the sharpshooter. He would only make fun of you or wouldn't take it seriously. "You seriously fell for him? This must be a dream" you already heard him say and his laugh caused goosebumps on your skin.

"I'm fine." you told her slowly, trying to convince her of your lie and subconciously wrapped your coat over you. Before visiting Jesper, Kaz stopped you in the hallways and was interested in your way outside. "I just thought of getting a drink with Jes." you said and quickly added "or anyone that would like to join." after realizing the Zemeni boy is supposed to be working. He didn't seem fazed by your answer though, probably used to Jesper disobeying orders, and just nodded in understandment. You weren't in the mood to talk to him, the redness in your eyes caused by your regular overthinking was still visible and you wished he would fail to take notice, so you smiled at him and continued your way down, then he stopped you with your biggest weakness.

Him saying your name.

You turned to look at him and noticed his reached out hand holding a coat. You realized you forgot yours in the bedroom when you went to complete the idea of getting drunk. You took it carefully, as though it was a bomb sensitive to touch. You put it on and thanked him shortly, trying to get down the stairs with your shaky legs.

No, you weren't fine.

Inej seemed dissatisfied with your answer, but didn't push. You smelled the scent again, the same thing that made you ordering shots. The smell of leather, gunpowder and his perfume. If the world ever ran out of oxygen, you were sure this would keep your heartbeat going. You wanted this scent to cover you, to soak in your skin and to flow side by side with your blood. Maybe that was the alcohol, but you needed this to happen, right away if possible.

A plan started to form in your mind as the carriage came to a stop and Inej helped you out. She grabbed your hand and placed it over her as she placed her other hand over your hip on the stomach, making her way into the Slat. Jesper walked along, he wasn't as wasted as you and capable of getting in his bed. Once inside, you wished goodnight to him quietly, wondering why Inej beside you flinched and every person still up looked at you weirdly.

When you were upstairs, you stopped Inej before Kaz's door. She looked at you and then in the direction you stared intesively in. "This isn't your room." she explained and tried to continue walking, but you stayed glued on the floor. "I need to do this." you mumbled and looked at her as if she knew what you were talking about.

She sighed: "Can't you do it tommorow? Sober?". You just shook your head. Tommorow you would be fully aware of everything and probably would talk yourself out of it, while right now, you wouldn't feel the consequences fully and could say what you truly feel. Inej stood silent for a moment, thinking whether she should let you fuck up or violently get you to bed. Joy filled you when she just sighed loudly and whispered "whatever" to herself. You waved her and she returned that action in a form of shaking her head and a frown. You took a deep breath and brougth your fist up.

After knocking and regaining balance because of the knocking, the door gradually let you see inside. Soon you were looking at the face of the man you cried for, all confused. "What are you doing here?" he said, but didn't stop you when you pushed passed him to get inside. You needed to cover your tears that already, without saying a single word, treatened to show. You wondered if you could do this. "Are you hurt?" he asked, obviously concerned. He's right to assume this, not every day someone knocks late at night, eager to get in.

"Yes." you admitted and turned to him. He noticed your tired eyes and a fazed out expression. "You're drunk." he observed, his tone did not sound angry or dissapointed, you could only hear the concern he was filled with and that was slowly tearing your heart apart.

"That's irrelevant" you waved your hand, blowing the fact away, so it wouldn't get in your way when talking. He leaned back on his table, supporting himself with his hands and streched out his bad leg: "Of course it is.". You hated this position, it made your knees weak. "What's important is who hurt you." he explained again. You giggled silently, shaking your head, and looked down. His protective trait was one of your favorites. It either made you feel loved or mocked, but right now you felt none of those options. After a moment you looked up.

"Guess."

Kaz sighed: "Y/N, I won't play some stupid game when you're in pain." His annoyance could be heard in the Crow Club and yours could be more visible than your drunkeness. "I'm fine!" you said harshly immidiately after him, "Now guess.". He sighed again after your repetetive plea. He studied you for some time, giving in on your request. "Come on, it's not that hard." you cheered him on, "I supposed someone like you would get it easily.". He can improvise based on little clues about a person, guess and threaten them with their secret he only assumed they had, yet he cannot see his own damage.

You growled impatiently. "Forget it, of course you wouldn't know, you don't even know what you want!" you yelled and started to walk around, surprisingly stable. What you said though wasn't true. You knew what you wanted and still didn't do anything to get it. You were both at fault for your pain and cries, it wasn't fair pinning it on him. Kaz calmly watched you go a few rounds around his room and waited 'till you slow down. "Go to sleep." he said when you finally stopped due to tears announcing their arrival. "No." you whispered, not knowing if it's to him or to your watery eyes. He still spoke: "You're wasted."

"Yet I'm still aware of my feelings! Whiskey didn't help, unfortunetly!"

Concern filled his eyes again upon seeing the tears drowning your eyes. His back straightened, but he didn't step closer to you. You laughed and allowed yourself to cry. Hands wrapped you tightly into Kaz's coat. "I love you, you prat!"

A thing about you when you're drunk is that sometimes, you say things you only think about, without even realizing it. The two of you were taken aback at the same time. Your eyes widened, making eye contact, both of you couldn't believe what you just heard. You were the first to react and laughed, bending forward and back. You looked at him again, a small smile on your face while your gaze took in every detail.

"If this ain't the worst thing you've ever heard." you said. Exhaustion creeped up on you, you knew that sooner or later you will fall asleep, no matter where you are. Kaz was looking down, his expression unreadable. You blinked slowly for a moment, trying to fight the fatigue. It was harder than closing them, but you managed to open your eyes and glanced back at the man, also looking like he fell asleep on the spot. You watched him, mouth opening to say something, when you spotted it.

A smile.

No, a grin. A wide, evil grin appeared on the cold, numb face. Fear suddenly rushed into you. You saw Kaz smile just once and it was before he violently murdered someone. Not a good sign, you thought. Any courage of saying words was gone, you just waited what he will do next. It was like watching a deadly animal, just standing in front of you while you tried not to disturb it. You almost flinched when he looked up, his grin smaller than before yet still shameless. You held your breath, afraid to trigger something invisible in the air, and waited for his voice to reach your ears.

"You should go to sleep."

There it was, the goal of your plan, the dream of your longest nights. You exhaled, surprised but relieved. Eyes found his and you could read him like an open book, finding the mutual feeling you longed for a long time. You smiled and nodded at his words, but when adrenaline left you, the exhaustion filled you completely. You fell back onto his bed, unaware it was there in the first place. He walked over to you, so close you could see the real details on the cane, and gently lifted up your head by the chin. Your eyes were closing, all of your power tried to keep them open. You decided it was time to stop Kaz from studying your dozed off face.

"Can I sleep here?" you weren't sure if you would made it back to your room now, so without waiting for the answer, you laid back and closed your eyes. You heard Kaz walking and a chair shifting. His scent was all around you, sinking into your skin, hopefully flowing in your veins by now. You grabbed the coat and squeezed it onto yourself tightly. Kaz's wide grin was the last thing on your mind before falling asleep.

‎

He looks up grinning like the devil.

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ordin-arily · 2 years

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Hello!! Saw that your requests were open so ima shoot my shot >;) || Requesting a gn reader x 2018!Donnie with an already established relationship! Reader is up on the rooftop of their apartment and it tending to the communities garden! While up there, reader is doing the "he love me, he loves me not" flower game out loud with Donnie in mind (of course hehe). Reader ends up landing on "he loves me not" dispite already being in a relationship and so they thow a playfull tantrum. Unbeknownst to reader, Donnie was looking for reader and found them up top and heard the whole thing 😌💖

here's your fic my love!! i went off the rails a little i think, but i hope you still love it!

warning: (light) fight/argument

words: 2900

The sky is cloudy when you climb up to the rooftop of your apartment complex. (There’s a storm brewing up in your mind too; how fitting that the weather should reflect it.)

You do your best to come up here every other weekday, usually in the mornings before class or work, or around golden hour when you convince yourself you’re tending to the community garden but, really, you’re just here for the magnificence that is the sun’s descent behind the NYC skyline.

Today, though, you reckon there won’t be a sunset at all. It might even rain later tonight which is as good an explanation as any as to why you’re the only person up here—though it’s not like you ever run into too many of the building’s residents with green thumbs in the first place. You can’t say you hold it against them. Life is busy and difficult and, sometimes, it's a demanding task to keep one plant alive, let alone a whole rooftop full.

And, so, it’s just you and your elderly neighbour, Pete, who take it upon yourselves to spend your free time watering, fertilizing, and potting.

It’s a meditative hobby, one that grounds you in the most literal of ways. (You don’t get much closer to earth than plants.) There’s just something about it that lets you process a day’s worth of chaos so that, in the end, it doesn’t seem so impossible to greet tomorrow.

This morning, you were here with Pete, humming to yourself and making small talk with him. A brief mention of how you were looking forward to meeting up with your boyfriend later in the day had your neighbour smiling generously and asking about him a little. Not the “what does he do” or “do you go to the same school” sort of inquiries—which is what you so cherish about Pete. He doesn’t care much for banalities.

Instead, he'd asked things like “what kind of person is he?” and “could he build me a better hearing aid, do you think?”

You gave him a light laugh and assured him that you would absolutely pass on the message.

You’d spoken of Donnie so fondly then.

Unfortunately, with the way the day had unfolded, you’d forgotten to put in Pete’s request, and the sudden realization stomps you further into the basement of distress.

You inhale a sharp breath, one you hope will be steadying but really only rattles you further.

And then the memory comes.

It unfolds slowly; feels less suffocating while your hands are busy like this. Your heart doesn't pick up in your chest like it did earlier—doesn’t threaten to bruise your ribs blue and black as it hammers against them—and it’s easier to see where things went wrong now.

When you’d stepped foot in the lair after your morning class, as you so often did on this particular weekday, you found Donnie tucked away in a corner of his lab with twelve mechanical arms—and two flesh ones—all monkeying around some new mechanism.

“Hiii!” you’d singsonged, hankering to catch up with the best part of your day.

He’d barely turned, oh-so focused on his work. You knew how he got once he was in a groove and that was honestly fine with you. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Brought you some coffee,” you announced, putting down both styrofoam cups on a lab table, then dropping your jacket over one of the stools and your backpack on the floor.

“Hey, thanks,” Donnie said into his new brain child, voice muffled by the metal panel his head was currently jammed up in.

You dug around for the laptop in your bag, more than happy to busy yourself with some assignments while you waited. “What are you working on?”

A clanging thud came from somewhere inside the panel, and you cringed at the noise.

Donnie answered you all the same, even if it was through a series of grunts: “A new engine for the—mmph—T-tank. I’m hoping it’ll—ugh—run a little—unf—smoother.”

“Ooh,” you gushed supportively. “Very cool.”

“Do I detect a note of sarcasm?"

“I would never!” you gasped wryly. “No, but actually. You know I love your work. Don’t always understand it, but I love it.”

You diverted your attention to a few open documents on your desktop, but Donnie stuck his head out to peer at you. “How can you love something if you don’t understand it?”

You lowered the screen a little. “Wh… Do I have to understand the sun to love the feeling of sunlight on my face?"

“Well… by definition, yes. At least in some capacity. You would need to know what the concept of warmth is to identify the feelings of affection associated with it. How do you know what you’re loving about it if you don’t even know what it is at a fundamental level?”

“I just… do? I don’t know, the feeling is just... there?” You shrugged easily enough, figuring he might just let this be, even if he wasn’t in total agreement with you.

Of course... you would have been wrong.

He stood up, making his way over to you cautiously. “I just don’t get how you can feel that without really understanding a given object, phenomenon, person, place, etcetera.”

“Well, can you ever really understand something? I mean, to its fullest extent? Isn’t that pretty impossible?” You took a small, light sip from your coffee. “Ultimately, we’re bound to our senses, right?"

“I concur, yes, but feelings as strong as… love... require at least an elementary comprehension of the object for which that emotion is held, even if the parameters we set for our understanding are completely arbitrary.”

You stopped, really mulling over his side of the argument.

Just as you were formulating a response though—one that was largely in accordance with his point, mind you—he piped up again.

“Does this mean you don’t understand my inventions? Because, you know, I always do my best to explain them in layman’s terms. And, by extension, I have to wonder if that means you don’t actually understand... me."

Your cup hit the table with a little more force than you'd intended. “How did we get here? All I’m trying to say is I love your work, even if I don’t always totally grasp the intricacies of how they function.”

“But I always explain the intricacies. I feel like I’m finding out you never actually listen.”

His eyes kept going back and forth between you and the table, so very fraught.

You shook your head. “It’s not like that. I just… I’m not always able to follow everything going on, even in 'layman’s terms.’”

The emphasis on those words were laced with a slightly mocking edge—again, not intended. It was just that… Donnie could come off so condescending sometimes.

“Well, why don’t you ask me to clarify? It doesn’t bother me, you know?”

You let out an odd little puff of air.

“What—you think it does?"

“Don, I know it does. How many times do you huff and puff explaining things to your brothers?”

“Okay, but you’re not them!” he cried out.

That gave you pause.

Donnie sank in on himself a little, looking rather… despondent all of a sudden. “I tried explaining my tech to them. Our whole lives growing up. And they’d either cut me off or fall asleep or—or call me a nerd! You were the only one who ever—!” he broke off with an angry sigh then fell quiet. "Who ever listened…"

“Donnie—“

“No!” he shouted again. “No, no! I thought you understood, Y/N. I thought you got it! I thought finally someone…”

The cadence in his voice was all over the place, rising and falling like the rapid ebb and flow of spring tides.

If you’d known this conversation would turn out like this, you would’ve just kept your mouth shut.

“It’s not like I don’t understand any of them…” you tried. There had to be some kind of damage control you could attempt...

But Donnie didn’t seem very willing to listen.

So, what else was there left to do but pack your things silently and tell him to give you a call when he felt like talking again? If… he felt like talking again.

You’d had to swallow down the lump in your throat as you left him there, biting back whimpers all the way to the surface. And then you walked home, tears streaming down your cheeks and shoulders quaking—quite a different walk of shame, but about just as humiliating.

Nice.

Your apartment felt like nauseating refuge and you laid in bed past dinner, damning to hell any homework you’d been planning to do. It was the last thing you could think about.

You and Donnie rarely fight. The times when you do are never explosive or trivial, which is why they always cut deep. It means there’s a real issue that needs to be dealt with. This time, though...

You’re unconfident about a solution. You can promise to be a better listener, sure, but the two of you have been dating for something like five years now. If you know Donnie, he’s more than likely feeling betrayed and… those are a lot of years worth of betrayal.

You clip just south of where you want to, and only this accidental snip brings you back to the present moment. You watch the flower as it floats down clumsily into earth below.

At least this mistake isn’t so grave. You figure the plant still looks okay—you wouldn’t even call it a bad haircut. Just one poorly angled trim.

Still, you decide it might be best to lay down the shears for a while. So you do just that, cradling the fallen flower, bringing it to the edge of the rooftop where you take up an uncomfortable seat and indulge in a grey sky.

There are tinges of muted purple where you know the sun is surely setting behind the clouds right about now and you hope, if you’re patient enough, you might get to see some flashes of lighting. Hear the rumbles of thunder, feel the wash of evening rain.

For now, though you simply thumb the petals on your flower, letting your vision go misty over the cityscape.

That is, until you feel one of the petals fall. Your attention pulls downward and you stare it, feeling wistful suddenly. You didn’t mean to do that...

You’re not sure what comes over you—maybe an urge to put the flower to good use now that you’ve mangled it—but you mumble out a small, “He loves me,” and pray to every deity you know that Pete won’t pick this very minute to find you up here talking to yourself. He’d never judge or mind, of course not, but this is for your own dignity.

You pick off the next petal. “He loves me not.”

And the next. “He loves me.”

Each ends up blown in the wind which is not only remarkably melodramatic, but also not your ideal method of disposal, what with the compost box idling not fifteen feet from where you’re sitting.

By the time you reach the last petal, you kind of want to cry.

Obviously, this is in no way indicative of real life, but the thought hurts all the same.

“He loves me... not.”

You stay with that, inconsolably sullen.

You half a mind to reach for your phone—to text or call him, to see if he’s up for a chat, but you know better than to step over his boundaries like that and, besides, you left the device in your room, under the covers with the rest of your despair. You’re just about to get up—call it a night, throw in the towel, wave your white flag—when, out of nowhere, another flower falls into your lap.

Donatello's voice is low in your ear. “He loves me.”

You observe it there in your lap for one small moment, shutting your eyes at the ripple of relief that passes over you.

You kind of just want to put your head in your hands, fold in on yourself even, but then Donnie takes his rightful place beside you and you can’t do anything except stare.

“Don’t talk over yourself all at once or anything,” he deadpans. And then: “I mean that, let me go first.”

The corners of your mouth twitch.

“I… Um." His eyebrows raise and his head tilts like maybe he had words prepared but like they’ve most definitely vanished from that big brain of his. “I’m sorry. I overreacted. I do know that you listen.”

You open your mouth to argue—to jump in and tell him that his feelings are valid when he holds up a hand.

“W-wait. Let me finish. Don’t tell me I had a point. That shouldn’t have been a fight, okay? That was my own insecurity and you got the brunt of it.” He glances out at the horizon, then back you. "It’s okay that you don’t understand my inventions as well as I do. It was unreasonable for me to expect that.”

Now that he’s done, you’re actually a little dubious about what to reply. You twirl the flower in your lap aimlessly.

“What made you change your mind?”

“I…” He inhales and when he breathes out again, he’s smiling. “I know your bubble tea order, and your favourite ice cream flavour, and your favourite hobby.” He gestures around like this last one is, clearly, evident.

You look down, only a little sheepish.

“I know the names of all your friends and family, and where you go to school. What pet names you like to be called, your hopes and dreams, the things that keep you up at night... I know your birthday and your favourite foods—and I could tell you all about your pet peeves, your taste in music, and your favourite franchises.

"But... I don’t know the first word you ever spoke or what age you learned to ride a bike, or even what three things you’d bring with you if you were stranded on a desert island.”

At this hypothetical, he gives you a playful roll of the eyes, silently reminding you how he hates those kind of platitudes but also that, apparently, he’s willing to entertain them if it means discovering something new about you.

“Where’s this headed, Othello?” you ask softly, a desperate attempt to get him to move past the sentimental stuff lest you turn into a puddle right here.

“I guess… just—that I realized I don’t totally understand you yet. And while I might not ever get to know you fully and completely, I would very much like to spend… the future... learning as much as I possibly can.”

You can’t help but grin at the way he’s so careful to avoid the “rest of my life” cliché and the insinuations that come along with it. Of course, you’re not overly preoccupied with such details. After all, these sappy speeches are rare enough and you should probably seize the opportunity while you can.

“I…” you mumble softly, inching your face closer to his. “Would very much like that too."

Your foreheads fall together for a small, special moment before you press upwards and kiss him sweetly.

He falls into it, ostensibly eager to welcome any signs of forgiveness you’ll spare.

“‘M sorry I yelled at you,” he murmurs against your mouth.

“S’okay.” You draw back a little. “I get it. Your tech means a lot to you.”

“It… feels like part of me. Like, three whole quarters of me,” he admits. “And it’s kind of hard to come to terms with the fact that… you know, it’s not. Not really.”

You think on that for a moment. “Of course it’s part of you. They're your creations.”

He seems to consider this but, before he can wager a response, you’re leaning in a little closer.

"And that’s why I can love them without understanding them. Because I love you."

He perks up at this, all kinds of love sick.

His grin goes loopy, cheeks and snout dusted in pink, and then he’s clearing his throat, avoiding your gaze, sitting up a little straighter. “Well, that’s one way to win a debate."

Your arms go up in the air triumphantly. “He’s accepted defeat!”

"Might I interest thee in a pizza dinner for thine victory?”

“My, my, and here I thought this flower was reward enough,” you chirp, holding it up for him.

Donnie looks shy suddenly.

“You stole it from up here didn’t you?”

He nods ruefully.

You laugh, getting to your feet and holding out a hand to him. “Come on, Thiefatello. Our pizza evening awaits.”

“God, I hope that nickname won’t stick.” He slides his palm in yours, letting you help him up.

“Well, that all depends on what else you’ve plundered.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“Fine, keep your secrets,” you concede, making your way to the roof’s access door. “It’ll cost you greatly though.”

“Oh?” he utters curiously.

“Some bubble tea with our pie,” you ask more than tell.

“Oh, well, obviously. I’m not a barbarian, Y/N."

You grin widely. And then: “Oh, by the way, I’ve got a favour to ask.”

“I’m all ears.”

“How much would you say you know about hearing aids?”

#rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt donnie x reader #writing requests #my fanfic tag #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles donnie

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dmagedgoods · 11 months

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🎂 for Sal?

🎂 for a scene from a birthday The whole house reminded him of a humming beehive, only that the bees scurrying from room to room were dressed in solemn black instead of fancy stripes. Nevertheless, they spread the same feeling of chaos while every single one followed a strict plan and stuck to a predestined path. Salvadore pressed the adorned leather book to his chest. Tightly. The corridor felt endless and his heart throbbed louder and louder in his own ears. Eventually, he reached the high ornamented door. And as usual, it was guarded. One of the uniformed men stopped him. “What is the matter, young lord?” He was not allowed in the rooms behind, but maybe today. Only once. Salvadore tried to swallow his fear, to strengthen his back, and to appear more intimidating than he felt looking up at the huge man in front of him. “I want to speak to mother. Let me in,” he demanded. “Lady Eleanor is quite busy and wishes for no interruptions until the celebrations begin.” The celebrations where she would be surrounded by all those strangers and at father’s side. “I will be quick!” “Unfortunately, this answer is final, young lord.” His throat felt tight but he fought down his emotions and turned away with an angry glare towards the guardsmen. He dropped his gaze to the valuable book in his hands he had found in one of the hidden shops he wasn’t allowed to visit. Eneas took him there in secret sometimes. When he had spotted the black leather with the golden symbols and touched the heavy blank sides of expensive parchment, he had known it was the perfect gift for mother’s birthday and her beautiful sketches. With bitter disappointment, he let it fall into the trash the moment he reached his room again. “What’s wrong, Sali?” His brother sat on his bed, grinning like the disgusting fool he was. “Get lost!” “Always whining for mommy’s attention. She doesn’t want to see you. She doesn’t want you here. No one does. When will you finally get it?” “She doesn’t want to see you either, moron.” It was a statement more than an attack. The bitterness had made its way into his voice and didn't even leave room for anger. His brother’s lips tightened in badly disguised rage. “What are you talking about? I saw her this very morning and we went for a walk in the garden!” Salvadore snorted. “Liar.” “I’m not lying!” His brother jumped to his feet as if he wanted to attack him. But then he unclenched his hands and instead smiled at him coldly: “I visit her all the time. She just doesn’t want to be reminded of you because you’re useless and abnormal and annoying to her.” He turned around and – in leaving – knocked over a pile of books on his shelf. Irritated, and with a stinging pain in his chest, Salvadore left the room as well. – Only that he used the balcony instead, and its balustrades to climb up the roof. Cold wind tore at his shirt. He didn’t mind it. With a sigh, he stared into the clear, cloudless sky. He wanted to be alone, not bothered by anyone. In half an hour the maids would demand him to get ready. – Unless he decided not to be found.

#thank you so much! 💕#this little glimpse in Sal's childhood was fun to write!#oc: salvadore #knight commander salvadore #my ocs #dmagedtexts #ask games #pwotr pals #my writing

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nellis-is-best · 11 months

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Definitely Mysterious Anon, how about... the gang COUGH Ellis winning the gnome at the park and Nick somehow being the one to get stuck carrying it around all day like the oversized carnival plushie your partner got tired of holding oh shit wait you have anon disabled my cover is blown lmao

Haiii Lys :) I can definitely do that!

After a trek through a cluttered highway, a wreck of a motel, and up and down a hill, Nick, Ellis, Rochelle, and Coach were plum-tuckered out. Sweaty and exhausted, Ellis slides down the wall of the saferoom, pulling his hat off of his head to reveal his bad hat hair and curly locs dripping with sweat. He used his hat to fan his face and whistled. His bottom hit the floor with a *bump* and he began to gesture to Coach.

“Man, Coach… that was a good call on your end. Goddamn Whisperin’ Oaks… I can’t believe it, it’s been way too long since I been here. Woo!” He leaned his head back against the siding on the wall.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get too distracted by the flashing lights, ya’ goddamn five-year-old. There’s still ZOMBIES!” Nick chimed in, slicking his sweaty hair back, insisting on not losing the suit. Real smart.

“You know, Nick, you got a real attitude and I’mma bet that they don’t tolerate all that sourpuss talk in Whisperin’ Oaks.” Ellis quipped, smiling wryly and closing his eyes while Nick rolled his as an implied ‘whatever, overalls…’

Taking an hour rest from the running, they passed around a bag of chips that they had picked up from a smashed vending machine in the motel lobby. It had really hit the spot, as comforting junk food was becoming few and far between, and Coach and Rochelle had begun to talk about popcorn and cotton candy. They showed excitement for there possibly still being some left in the park.

After their rest, they reloaded their guns, patched themselves up, and busted open the door to the entrance of the park. They mowed down the zombies lingering underneath the sign and stepped through the gates. Already having driven attention to themselves, a meak horde assembled and meandered over to the survivors, who took them down with ease.

Ellis looked around in wonder, taking in the nostalgia brought by the sight of his favorite childhood amusement park, though now a zombie factory. Catching his eye was a lit up game, and next to it, a red box with a little face seen through a heart-shaped cut out on the door. His eyes widened, his jaw fell to the floor- he didn’t know he would ACTUALLY be able to PLAY any of the games, assuming it was now defunct.

He ran over, to the dismay of his friends who much rather to stick together than bolt to the first shiny thing they see. Although the world was now rather bleak, they could never find an Ellis-level of excitement for a carnival game. They made their way over and Nick put a hand on Ellis’ upper arm.

“Like I said, five. year. old.” Nick rolled his eyes.

Ellis didn’t look at him. “Awe, shut up, man, and help me win ‘im!” His head whipped to the left, where an authentic Gnome Chompski was encased.

Nick’s eyes widened as they made contact with the creepy garden gnome. But, if it would keep Ellis from getting further distracted later on in the park, it was worth a shot.

Ellis pushed the big red button, something he most likely always wanted to do, and splattered the moving targets with bullets. The others occasionally chimed in, but letting Ellis have his fun… and chaos. Perhaps he had snapped, his excitement pouring out of him like the bullets from his gun while he held down the trigger. After a short game, the red box holding the gnome lit up and played a small tune. Ellis rushed over and grabbed him.

“Y’all we have GOT to take him with us!” Ellis said, his mouth wide open as he examined the gnome. “Really, I never got one when I was little on account of my mama wouldn’t let me hold a gun just yet, but geez, he is somethin’ else! Shit!”

Rochelle stepped towards him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Ellis, sweetie, I don’t think I ever could’ve imagined someone so… excited over a gnome. But, I mean I suppose we could… bring it along?” Rochelle’s pitch grew with each letter, and she looked over to the others for approval. They nodded hesitantly as Coach rubbed his neck.

“Alright, then. Let’s… get a move on y’all…” He was a bit unsettled by the gnome, but it wasn’t the creepiest gnome he had seen before, and he was sure he could get used to it. It was… cute almost…

(More to be added in a reblog hehe)

#left 4 dead 2 #ellis l4d2 #l4d2 #ellis #left 4 dead #nick l4d2 #l4d #coach l4d2 #rochelle left 4 dead 2 #rochelle l4d2 #writing #fan fic

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 2 years

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The Key to Your Heart (Part 02 of 18)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader | The Winter Soldier X Reader

Word count: 2.7K

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Summary: Joining the Avengers wasn't on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away... But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That's exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders...

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful friend @multific for all her help through this story. I love you, girl!!

Company

You see Bucky in the gym when you go there after having breakfast and watching an episode of an old sitcom with Wanda. It's still pretty early, and you wonder if he has been here for too long. He's at the punching bags, and you don't want to disturb him, so after a friendly wave, you go to the treadmill and set a walking pace.

Steve said he'd be here to make some kind of introduction of his master plan to help Bucky. But after an hour, which you spend on the exercise bike scrolling through Instagram instead of working out, you decide to just talk to the man.

So you put your phone, looking for him. Bucky is not at the bags anymore, but after a quick look, you find him seated on one of the benches set near the glass wall, which gives you a view from the garden, some ships, and airplanes in the distance. He's drinking a bottle of water, and you take one for yourself from the fridge they have here before making your way over him.

“What's up, Barnes?” You ask, sitting next to him, a leg on each side of the bench as you sit sideways, facing him. “I heard the punchbag crying, you should give it a break.”

Bucky smiles a little before looking at you. “Hello, miss–”

“(Y/N).” You cut him off, pointing your bottle at him. “Call me (Y/N).”

“Call me Bucky.” He says, nodding his head. “So Steve managed to finally convince you to join the Avengers.”

“He did. But only because I was given a special mission.” Nobody intended on keeping this a secret. Bucky needs to know you care, you and Steve. “I'm here to help you.”

He furrows his eyebrows, shrugging his shoulders. “Help me? How so?”

“I–”

“Tell me it's not about the other guy, (Y/N).” He moves to stand up, but you hold his arm, keeping him from going anywhere. “This is dangerous. I can't believe Steve brought you into this.”

“Steve is worried about you. And it's not like I'll... Do something. I'm just here to... Offer you my friendship and stand by you, no matter what.” Bucky sighs, shaking his head. But he sits down again, looking at the floor. “And well, I'm with the Avengers now. I'm not going anywhere.”

“Just stay away when... He... Comes out.” Bucky says in a low, sad voice.

“We intend to keep him away for good. Help you have control over it.” You say, taking a deep breath. “But now, let's not worry about it. We're all happy you're back. Actually, Steve was supposed to help me break things up with you. Have any idea where he is?”

“No. But you can ask F.R.I.D.A.Y.” He gestures at the roof. “Stark's little AI that runs this place.”

“Sure.” Muttering, looking up. “Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y. May you please inform me of the whereabouts of Captain Steve Rogers?” You ask in a fake, formal voice, feeling a little bit victorious to see a small, quick smile spreading through Bucky's lips.

“Good morning, Miss–”

“(Y/N), please. Until I choose my superhero name.” You're quick to correct him. “There's no need for formalities.”

“Captain Rogers is in a meeting with Mr. Stark at the moment.” The AI says, its voice coming from everywhere at the same time.

“A meeting about what?”

“I regret to inform you this is a classified topic, Miss (Y/N).”

Pinching your eyebrows together, you stare at Bucky. “Well, I'm an Avenger now, am I not? I think it's alright for you to tell me.”

“We intercepted a transmission from Miami to South Africa about human trafficking. Captain Rogers and Mr. Stark will be leaving later today.” He says, and you notice a panel on the wall, with a reddish badly shaped circle moving as if it was floating on the screen.

“Okay. Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“You're welcome.” It says, and the red circle vanishes.

“Human trafficking? I hope they beat up some ass.” Letting your hair down from the loose bun, you detangle it with your fingers. “Steve better come say goodbye to me or else he will never hear the end of it when he gets back.”

“Are you and Steve together?” Bucky asks.

You immediately make a disgusting face at his supposition. “Ew, no. Steve is like a brother to me. A relationship with him would feel incestuous.” It makes you laugh since you're not truly related. “And he's not my type anyway.”

“How did you two meet?”

You think he already knows that, but maybe he doesn't know what else to say. Steve told you how Bucky rather isolates himself, even more after an episode with the Winter Soldier. He feels guilty, and, even though the others don't blame him for something he can't control, he still feels bad. So you don't mind answering. “It was in a museum, around a year after he came out of the ice. I was at this exposition about WWII and so was he.” You smile to remember it. “He was standing next to me, looking at a wall with this picture of him among those he rescued from Hydra. Well, he was having a nostalgic moment and I was looking at my great-grandfather.”

“Your great-grandfather?” He sounds a little surprised, which makes you chuckle.

“Mhmm. He served at the 107th Infantry Regiment.” Nodding, you stand up, stepping closer to the glass wall. “He was one of those captured by Hydra, and if it wasn't for Steve, he'd be dead and I wouldn't exist.”

“I'm sure it was a hell of an ice breaker.” He giggles, a low, sweet sound to your ears.

“It sure was. He died when I was a baby, but he told my grandmother all of his stories and she told my dad. So I grew up listening to it, and when I met Steve, we bounded over it. Guess we were both lonely and it felt like finding distant kin.” Turning around, you rest your back against the glass. “I had lost both my parents in a car accident six months before, and had just moved to New York so I was getting used to it. And Steve helped a lot.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.” Bucky seems sad, and the last thing you want is to make him sad.

“Yeah. C'est la vie.”

“La vie peut être difficile parfois,” Bucky says, and even though you know it's French, you don't understand it.

“C'est la vie it's the only thing I know in French, Bucky.” You sit down again, facing the landscape. “That and Merci.”

“Sorry. I don't know much myself. Just the basics.”

“We could maybe–”

“(Y/N). Bucky.” Steve comes out of nowhere walking fast. “Just came to let you know I'll be going on a mission with Tony. Not sure for how long.”

“Human trafficking in South Africa.” You say, standing up and walking over to him. “Kick some ass and come back in one piece. Tony too.” Smiling, you give him a quick hug. “I'll watch over Bucky until you come back.”

“Actually...” He says, and you raise an eyebrow when he looks at Bucky. “Can you keep an eye on her?”

“Sure, buddy,” Bucky answers, joining you and giving Steve's hand a shake. “I won't let her get in any trouble.”

“I am trouble.” Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms. “But I mean it. In one piece, Rogers. Don't make me go all the way there and teach you how to do your job.”

“God help us with this little one here in our team.” Bucky mumbles in a low voice, but loud enough to make sure you'd hear it.

Rolling your eyes again, you give them both a push in the arm. “Well, jerks, I'll get on with my morning workout routine.” Saluting them with the usual military gesture, touching your forehead with your hand, you leave both men to talk.

•••

Steve's mission goes on for a while. It's day four, and they're still doing some investigation over there. Tony keeps everyone informed, so you know they're both fine.

But tonight, you'd like Steve to be here. The team has what Natasha calls a movie night. Usually happens on Fridays, and they order something to eat and someone chooses a movie. It's fun to see them get together like this, but you're not too close to anyone, so you feel a little like... An outsider. It's not that they don't make you feel welcome, because they do, you're just a little shy.

So you're seated on this small lounge set on the bedroom floor, where the glass walls meet. The whole place has walls like this, and you like it. They let the light come in and give a nice view of the surroundings. Steve said Tony made it so we can always have an eye outside, just in case. The lounge has a round table and three armchairs, and you're seated on the one in the middle, looking at the dark sky outside, and the lights from the compound's surroundings.

“Thought you'd be excited for movie night.” The voice, which you're learning to recognize, makes you look over your shoulder. Bucky comes from his bedroom in a white shirt with long sleeves and simple jeans. As always, he wears a glove to cover the metal hand. “Steve said you like movies.”

“I am, I just...” Shrugging your shoulders, you watch as he stops by the armchair on your right. “I'm a bit shy, I guess. I don't know them much and I'll kinda feel like the outsider.”

“I feel the same. Even though I've been here for a while.” Bucky sits down, eyes on the window. “Every time the other guy comes out, I know I hurt them. I beat them. And then I'm going out there to do God knows what. And part of me just wants to...” His voice fades, and he looks at you with a sad, small smile. “Look at you. You barely got here in your special mission and I'm already opening my heart to you.”

Your lips break into a smile, and for some reason, your cheeks start burning. “Well, I won't force you to share your deepest secrets but I'll listen, Barnes.” Reaching out your hand, you touch his arm. His metal arm. You feel how solid it is under the light fabric of his shirt, and when he looks at your hand, you can tell he expects you to take it away. But you won't. “I'm Steve's best friend, and so are you. I think that makes us friends too.”

“I guess it does.” He says in a low voice. “Then come. They're waiting for us and we can make each other company.” He stands up, and you do the same.

“Let's go.” You smile, walking to the living room side by side.

Everyone is there already. Well, everyone who lives here. The couch is full so you sit on the floor with Bucky, despite Vision offering you his sit. The chosen movie was Shutter Island, and apparently, you were the only one who already watched it. So you don't say anything, silently focused on the TV.

“Something's off,” Bucky whispers to you at some point, and you nod. “You've watched it before, haven't you?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at him. “How do you know?”

“Everyone has a reaction when a certain thing happens, but not you.”

“You're quite the observer, aren't you?”

“Shhhh.” The sound is followed by a pillow hitting you right on the face.

You manage to see it comes from Sam, so you take it and stand on your knees to throw it back at him. “Shhh to you too.” You whisper, settling down again.

Halfway through the movie, they start making theories. You remain quiet, agreeing with some of their thoughts. Natasha is the one to get closer to the plot twist. At some point, Bucky excuses himself and goes to the balcony. You give him some looks before deciding to excuse yourself as well, sliding the door open and stepping into the balcony. “Wasn't enjoying the movie?” You ask, moving to sit across from him at the table.

“Already figured out the end.”

“Don't you want to see if you're right?”

“I know I am.”

“So overconfident.” You giggle, drumming your fingers on the wooden top. He's silent, and it doesn't seem like he wants to talk much. But also, you don't want to go. “Wanna see something crazy?”

He furrows his eyebrows. “What?”

Taking your phone from your pocket, you put it on the table between you and Bucky, taking a deep breath to concentrate. “It might take a while.” Focusing on the phone, you position your hands on each side of it. It's been quite a long time since you went there, to move this energy inside you. So you awake it again, and you feel it flowing from your core, spreading through your veins and body until you channel it to your hands. When you feel it, you move your right hand slightly, in a soft flow. The energy is pushed out, hitting the phone and making it slide all the way to your left hand, where you grab it. “I did it!” You exclaim with a smile before looking up at Bucky.

“You have powers?” He's smiling, fully this time, with those blue, kind eyes locked on you.

“Mhmm.” You nod. “I haven't used them in while. The last time was when I showed Steve.”

“Why? This is amazing.”

“Because I couldn't control it. Still can't, so I put my efforts into keeping it locked up so I wouldn't hurt anyone by accident or break stuff.”

“Wanda is the best one here to help you with that, I believe.” He says, the wind messing with his hair. You like his hair a lot, you just noticed. “How did you find about it?”

“I was eleven years old. I slipped and rolled down the stairs at home and twisted my ankle. It hurt so bad that I yelled, and pushed the couch all the way across the living room.” You tell him, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “I used it for a while, but I started breaking things, pushing people when I got mad or hurt. So I decided I'd keep it down. I even forgot it existed for some years.”

“Once you learn to control it, you'll be of great help during missions. I'm sure you will–”

“Pardon me.” The voice comes at the same moment a figure appears right next to you.

“GODDAMN IT!” You yell, heart pounding in your chest as you jump up from your seat, looking at the owner of the voice, Vision. Obviously. “Could you not? I'd like to grow old so I'm trying to avoid a heart attack.”

“I'm so sorry, miss (Y/N), but I have urgent news.” He has an apologetic face on before turning at Bucky. “Steve and Tony got a little overwhelmed. They need you.”

“Right away.” He immediately stands up, and you look at him.

“Come back in one piece.” You tell him, a small smile on your lips. “I'd like to finish our talking.”

“I will.” He assures you, with kind eyes and a smile, the last thing you see of him before he follows Vision.

You stay there for a while before going back in, taking Vision's place this time. You do hope things will be fine.

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First of all 🐱 bonk

second of all - even though or most likely because I know what you'll be talking about: 🦐

😺 Bonk back!!!

Secondly: I was hoping you'd ask that! 🦐 :D

So, my current shrimp emotion story is (as you know) The Fairytale of the 12 Months, or Das Märchen von den 12 Monaten in German; a little German fairytale movie with just under an hour of runtime, loosely based on a Slavic folk tale of the same name.

The Months have actual human form in it, and I go absolutely feral for them, my heart is overflowing with love. ❤️ The temptation was there to just talk about my fave among them here, but I decided no, I love them all, I wanna talk about them all a little bit.

And here's the twist: The creators of the movie decided that 12 is a bit high a number of main characters (and I'm inclined to agree), so not all the Months have the same importance to the story. But because taking background and side characters and giving them life is exactly my thing, that suits me just fine. So, I'm gonna try to write each Month a short description here without making it possible to tell who is one of the (like 4,5, btw) main characters for someone who hasn't seen the movie. Let's see if I can manage to seem confident enough in the Months I don't have as good a grip on yet and hold back on the ones I already do know very well! 😆 Without further ado, here we go:

January: one of the oldest Months. a dignified lady; not fazed anymore by the crazy antics the others get up to. has her own mischievous side too, though.

February: a bit antisocial and grumpy. snarky, rude at times; deep down, tho, he feels underappreciated (and is he wrong? be honest, when asked to rank the months by favorite, where would February be on your list?); longs to be loved.

March: a go-getter; most tenacious problem solver of the Months. pretty, but practical about it. true to her status as the first month of Spring, she likes gardening and taking care of living things (including her Month siblings, in the broadest sense).

April: lives to honor his month's first day; a prankster, but never a hurtful one. nonchalant nearly to the point where it becomes a problem at times. happy-go-lucky, his motto is “Enjoying chaos keeps away strife”.

May: at peace with himself and very relaxed as a result; hard to perturb (April keeps trying). incredibly kind and helpful, enjoys being of assistance to others; does the majority of household chores at the Months' place because he finds it fun.

June: “full of himself” is underselling June's self-perception; vain, cocky, self-proclaimed most beautiful of the Months. stickler for the rules, highly developed sense of fashion; very focused on himself, the only one he adores nearly as much is July, his love. still cares about the rest of the Months and will fight for them when he has to.

July: just as fashion-conscious as June, but much less self-absorbed about it. fashion designer, very joyful and optimistic lady. most outgoing Month; quite unlike her boyfriend, likes to lend a helping hand whenever she can.

August: shyest of all the Months; very unlike her fellow Summer Months, especially. speaks very softly, if at all. loves nothing more than being out in nature on her own; expert flower crown weaver.

September: just as wild and stormy as her month; tomboyish tendencies. temperamental, brisk. cares more about doing what's right than what is correct (clashes with June especially often because of this, among other things).

October: bookish, curious, bit of a recluse. shy and quiet also, but in a different way from August, more of a shut-in than an outdoorsman (gets along splendidly with her, anyway). a painter.

November: grandmotherly vibes. the only Month older than January; overall very kindly and sweet, also likes making sure her fellow Months are well taken care of. knits and sleeps a lot, the latter not always voluntarily.

and last but not least,

December: calling him “jolly” would be an understatement; merriment personified. Warm disposition despite the coldness of his month. Impassioned interior decorator.

And here is the fam, all lined up in order:

That's all twelve of them! Whew, that took longer than I expected! Still, I'm happy with it. (See how I snuck in everyone's genders? Was surprisingly not easy.)

@people who haven't seen the movie: I'd love to hear your guesses as to who the main Months in the movie actually are! I'm curious how well I did.

And if anyone is interested in checking the movie out after seeing this post: It's available for free online and I've translated the whole dialogue into English! If you'd like me to send that to you, hit me up.

#fairytale #fairytales #german stuff #the fairytale of the 12 Months #das Märchen von den 12 Monaten #DMvd12M #truelittleblackstar #thank you so much for the opportunity to talk about this!#this was fun #asks #ask games #my writing #long post is long

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bluestripedspeedo · 2 years

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Indiscreet - 04. On the Riviera Pairing: Writer/Producer!Javi Gutierrez x you (Hollywood AU) SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter summary: You give Javi the cold shoulder and he confronts you. Chapter warning: Single appearance OCs. Grown up talks about mental health. Inappropriate, unwanted touching (not by Javi). We're getting a little hot here (with Javi). 18+ only, please! Word count: 7,3k

Playlist: Wildest Dreams (Duomo cover)Gold Rush (Instrumental)Dream Violin - Craig Armstrong Gold Coast Sunset - Justin Hurwitz

✧✧✧

FEBRUARY Two days later Day 1

Rows and rows of villas sprawl below you as you watch a convoy of big black cars pulling into a driveway of one of the massive estates, its staff already lined up waiting to welcome the owners. The pink chateau sitting on the top of the hill where you are is lovelier than you remembered. You’re sipping on your lemonade while your hair and makeup team work on you for the night shoot, grateful for the slight change in weather although it’s getting windy fast. You remember being here a couple of winters ago, it was much quieter, just you and…

“Hi.”

You look up and shield your eyes with your hand, forgetting that you are indoors and the sun isn’t high up anymore. Javi is standing over you.

“Hi,” you choke out.

You were woken up late last night to a frantic call from a PA. You had deliberately ignored your phone for the entire day, wanting to be disconnected before you’d have to see him again on set soon. But instead of continuing to sulk in bed like you’d planned, you ended up having to pack your entire wardrobe because of the location manager’s error. You weren’t supposed to go to the South of France until next week, but the other chateau that Óscar was supposed to film at was double booked and the couple who was going to have a wedding there couldn’t move dates. So you had spent the morning frantically fitting everything into your suitcase to make it to a flight three hours away.

Between the chaos, your phone ran out of power. When you finally touched down in Nice, you were busy trying to find your assigned driver without a phone that you forgot to charge on the plane because you fell asleep the whole way over. Your lack of French didn’t help, either. And then you were driven straight to the set where you hurried to relearn your lines on the way.

You haven’t had any time to think about Javi again after last night. You were almost grateful to be busy as a distraction… until now.

“Did you get my texts?”

He seriously has the audacity? “Didn’t have time to check my phone,” you shrug.

He sits on a vacant chair next to you. Please, not now. “Doesn’t matter. We’re both here. Crazy, isn’t it? You should’ve seen Óscar losing his shit when he found out. Never seen him like that.”

“Poor guy,” you suck your teeth, meaning the location manager who you usually see every day, but is definitely not here now.

“So,” he starts, keeping his voice casual. “Have you seen where you’re staying yet?”

“Nope.”

“It’s pretty great.”

K. Good to know, you think. “Lucky me.”

“Have you seen the garden?” he continues, not noticing your disinterest.

“Long time ago.”

“Come walk with me.”

“It’s closed.”

“I can ask them to let us through.”

Of course he can. He’s the reason you’re all here, because he’s pulling favors left and right so that filming would still be finished right on schedule. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew the people who own or manage this place. Maybe he’s even one of them.

“We’re kind of busy here,” you gesture to your hair and makeup ladies.

“We’re actually almost done, if you want to go,” one of them tries to be helpful. Shut up. I don’t. You know she means well so you just smile at her.

“No, it’s fine. I need to learn my lines anyway.”

“I’ll help you. Come on.”

You huff out and surrender, not wanting to make a scene. He definitely knows how to work this in his favor too. It’s not like you could continue giving him the cold shoulder in front of the crew without raising questions. And you couldn’t say no to one of the producers asking you for a private discussion without appearing difficult. You begrudgingly get up after your hair is secured and walk out the gilded doors ahead of him.

“You can’t even see anything here,” you grumble when you trip over small rocks for the fifth time. You’ve been walking for ten minutes without talking to each other and now the sky is completely dark. “I’m going back.”

You turn around and his hands grab your arm to hold you in place. “Just… one second.”

“What do you want?”

“I know you got my texts. And calls. You’re always on your phone.”

“And what about it?”

“Is something wrong, babe? Why are you ignoring me?”

“Don’t– Are you fucking serious right now?” You yank your arm from him and walk away and you hear his heavier footsteps following you. “No, I– just stop. Leave me alone.”

To his credit, he leaves you alone for the rest of the night.

Unfortunately, when you get to the hotel you find out that Javi had taken the liberty to put the three of you in the villa instead of the main building with the rest of the cast and crew. You’d been looking forward to locking yourself away in the privacy of your room all day… you still have your own room, of course, but it still means you’ll be running into him every single day and night.

At least Óscar offers to switch the master bedroom with you so you could have the bathtub, and that means he’ll be on the same floor with Javi, not you. So that’s one advantage.

✧✧

Day 3

Javi wishes he had stayed back at the hotel. Correction: he wishes Óscar had said no to you instead of making everyone go to this stupid yacht party thrown by some fuckhead who is now flirting with you. He can’t fathom why you’re giving him a silent treatment. It’s been five days since that night you ran into each other at Annabel’s. You don’t even talk to him on set anymore, leaving all communications to Óscar and PAs. Even back at the villa you always act like he’s not there if Óscar isn’t around too. What happened? Did you suddenly realize you could do better than him overnight? Or you realized you could be with guys your age instead? He’d respect your decision but he’d appreciate a heads-up so he wouldn’t have to witness whatever this is. You couldn’t have been mad at him for taking a rain check on the date. You two had ended up in the same place anyway. So wha–

“Do you need to be somewhere?” The beautiful tall brunette with a pseudo French-Transatlantic accent next to him asks. Kelsea, if he remembers correctly. No, that doesn’t sound right. Kelly. Cassie?

You’ve introduced her to him and Óscar when you arrived. Apparently you have been friends for a few years but haven’t seen her in a while. She had reached out when she saw you posting on location and invited the entire cast when you told her why you’re here. “A proper welcome back,” you had told Óscar over this morning’s breakfast. “And she’s a big fan of yours so please please please come.”

“No, why?”

“You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Sorry. Long day.” He clears his throat. “Nice boat.”

“Thanks. It was my grandpa’s.”

He nods, uninterested.

“Would you like a tour?”

“Sure.” It beats hearing you laugh at whatever the tool just said.

He silently follows Karlie - no, that’s someone else - around and appropriately nods every time she tells him a tidbit about this custom made yacht that has no business being the size of a small country. It’s even bigger than his own back in Mallorca. Eventually they reach the game room where Óscar is playing pool, obliterating his poor opponent. At least someone is having fun. “Where have you been?”

Javi shrugs and grabs a bottle of beer. “Around.”

“What are you grumpy about?”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Don’t bullshit me. Go, grab a stick.”

✧

You finally, finally have alone time to yourself tonight. You didn’t mind being introduced to rounds and rounds of new people, but now you need to recharge. You grab a flute of champagne at the bar and wander throughout the yacht until you find Óscar and Javi on the upper deck playing pool. Empty glasses and bottles scatter the room, a few guests that still remain walk in and out to gather their belongings and get their last drinks, waiting for the much smaller boats to take them back to the pier. The party is winding down and you want to get them so you can leave.

“There you are! Come!” Óscar’s voice booms. “Take Javi’s, he sucks.”

You take the cue from Javi and notice he doesn’t look particularly happy. Not that you should care, obviously. Javi walks away from you and takes a seat against the wall right behind Óscar.

“I was just telling him to lighten up.” Óscar tells you.

“Why? What happened?” You chalk the tip of your cue.

“Don’t know, he’s just been quiet this whole night. Weird.”

“I’m literally right here,” Javi grunts.

“This is weird too. What is going on here?” You’ve never given much thought about how a pool table would work on an ever-swaying boat, but now you see that it literally follows the movements like water while the flat surface and balls remain stationary. It’s fascinating.

“Right? You should get one of these,” Óscar says to Javi. “Anyway, your friend Camille tried to talk to him and he ignored her the whole time.”

Camille! That’s it.

“Ouch,” you glance at him in fake playfulness. You’re already exhausted from filming and this party, but the show has to go on. As far as Óscar is concerned, there’s nothing wrong between you and Javi, an act that you drop whenever he’s not around.

“That’s a MILF right there. He’s so fucking dumb.”

You gleefully cackle as Javi makes a disgruntled face. She’s a MILF, all right. If there’s anyone on earth whose looks you envy it’s either her or Elise.

“Ava would love hearing that,” Javi chides Óscar.

“She’d agree with me. I’m not saying I would, but I’m saying she would be good for you.”

“I have to agree with Óscar, I mean, she’s fucking gorgeous.” You play along. No harm in it, and you can’t even be jealous. Camille is the ultimate girl’s girl - she’d never go for someone if her friends are already eyeing them. You might not see her often, but you trust her with anything.

“See?”

“Fine. She is.” Javi slumps dejectedly. It’s the truth, although he’s not interested.

“Go and find her, then. God knows when’s the last time you got laid.”

“C’mon, man.” Javi looks around hoping no one overheard that.

“Your loss.”

The three of you are deep in your own bubble; Javi’s on his phone to look busy, Óscar’s knocking back his drink and giving you tips, and as tired as you are, there’s no way you’re going to let Óscar win. You’re taking position to shoot when you feel an unfamiliar hand snake around you and another slides down your back. Your eyes widen when you realize what’s happening.

“I’ll show you,” a slurred voice murmurs into your ear.

“I’m good.” You swat away the hand on your waist and scoot closer to Óscar, whose guards immediately go up and he shields you behind him. You briefly see Javi’s eyes quickly filled with anger as he stares down the newcomer. “I got it.”

“Mmmmkay. Or I can show you something else.” He staggers forward to side-step Óscar to get to you, but Óscar stops him with the tip of his cue to his chest.

“Move along.” You can’t see Óscar’s face, but you can hear the anger in his voice. The guy doesn’t budge and Óscar taps his chin, leaving a chalk mark. “I’m not gonna tell you twice.”

Just fucking poke his eyes out, Javi thinks.

“What’s your problem?” The intruder sizes Óscar up, his eyes red and unfocused.

“You mean her problem?” Óscar challenges back.

“You don’t have a problem, do you, sweet cheeks?”

As if right on cue, Javi sees the same tall guy who was flirting with you earlier comes bounding towards where you’re all gathered. His hand grabs the back of the guy’s neck to roughly shove him aside away from you and Óscar. Two uniformed staff catch him and drag him out of sight. But it doesn’t make him feel better. He should’ve come to your defense, instead of just sitting there glaring like a coward.

“Fuck off, Felix!” Kylian shouts and he goes over to you. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You manage to choke out.

“I’m gonna get you some water.” Kylian touches your arm and you nod weakly.

“I’ll see him out!” Kelly calls out to him from across the room and you see her retreating back. You stand there with a blank look on your face, staring straight at Óscar, as you feel Kylian wrap a jacket around you.

✧

Javi looks back at you from the front seat of the car. “Are you okay?”

You nod a yes. You lean forward and fold your arms on the back of Óscar’s seat, resting your chin on it.

“I should’ve said something.”

“People like him…” you sigh. “Well, once word gets out why he got kicked out, he’s done being invited to these things.”

“That’s good to know,” Óscar says gruffly.

“Yeah. Kylian is gonna make sure everyone he knows knows. And what he says always goes.”

Javi sits in silence.

“And anyway, it was a great party, right? You guys enjoyed yourselves.”

“Except this loser right here,” Óscar relaxes and glances at Javi. “Can’t believe you didn’t hit that.”

“If it’d make you feel better, she wasn’t interested either,” you say dryly. Óscar barks out a laugh and you don’t try to hide your smug smile at Javi’s expression. “No, seriously. It’s complicated enough with her ex and kid.”

Even without her situation, Camille already knows that you have - had - a crush on Javi and she wouldn’t do anything to disrespect that. Bless her heart for trying to keep him company while he was shooting daggers at you earlier. Yeah, you felt that in the back of your head. He’s impossible to ignore.

“Thank you,” Javi says sarcastically. You didn’t say that to hurt his ego, but hey, if it works…

You lay back down on your seat to let the wind blow your hair. “But, she likes you guys, and said we’re free to drop by her place anytime we want. It’s that one, actually.” You point to a mansion on top of a hill that no one would be able to miss from wherever they’re looking from.

Óscar whistles. “How do you know them anyway?”

“Camille and I met by chance a few years ago. In a spinning class, of all places. Kylian…” You sneak a quick glance at Javi who’s intently looking straight ahead. “He was a few grades above me but we went to the same school once. I don’t really keep up with my schoolmates anymore, so it was nice meeting someone familiar, you know?”

“He seems like a good guy.” Óscar says sincerely.

“Yeah, he is.”

“Do you want to take the day off tomorrow?” Óscar looks at you from the rearview mirror.

“I really am fine, Óscar. It’s nothing.”

“If you say so. Whatever you need, just let me know.”

You look out to the darkened endless body of water in the distance. You suddenly feel heavier than you’ve been the days before. You hear Óscar and Javi conversing in Spanish for the rest of the drive, but you don’t bother listening in despite grasping a little bit more of the language now. You’re tired. You are so, so tired.

✧✧

Day 6

You perk up to the sound of your door being opened with a click and you bolt to grab a bathrobe. Aren’t you alone here…? Did Óscar order food for you? But the butler always knocks first and didn’t you hang a Do Not Disturb sign, as you do every time you’re inside? You pop your head out of the bathroom and prepare to reprimand him for his manners. Instead, you see Javi standing in the middle of your bedroom.

“Hey. Is everything fine with you?” He walks towards you and you step back.

You tighten your robe. “What’s it to you? Get out.”

“Please tell me what’s going on? It’s been a week, honey.” He looks like a mess. Like he’s been missing out on sleep for exactly that long. His hair is unkempt, there are dark circles under his eyes, and his scruff has grown out.

You scrunch your nose at the endearment. He’s got to be joking if he thought using pet names would bend you to his will. “Really? Please leave my room, I need to rest.”

“Just… say something… else. Anything. I don’t understand.” His tone turns exasperated now. “Do you even want this anymore? I miss you and–”

You turn to him and your voice shakes. “This? And what is this? Fooling around while we’re working behind your best friend’s back? Showing up only when it’s convenient for you? You left me out in the cold, waiting, and you want to know why I’m not talking to you? Is that so hard for you to understand? Are you fucking kidding me?”

He’s taken aback at your answer. “Where? At Annabel’s? I didn’t leave you.”

You scoff. “Don’t give me excuses, please, it’s sad enough you only asked me out because you pity me.”

“What? Where is all this coming from?”

“Just stop,” you plead. “You could’ve at least not done it in public.”

“I told you it was a meeting–”

“YOU LEFT ME WAITING ON THE SIDEWALK FOR HALF AN HOUR!”

Javi is silent for a few moments. What are you talking about? “Baby, what do you mean? I thought you’d left.”

You look at each other in confusion, so silent that you can hear each other’s breaths. “WHAT?!”

“You told the hostess to tell me that you weren’t feeling well and you already went home.”

What the– “...what?”

“That’s what she said.”

“And you didn’t think to ask me yourself?” You cannot believe what you’re hearing. “Are you dumb?!”

Javi internally agrees. Yeah, that was dumb and shortsighted. “You did look tired, babe…”

“Stop calling me that. Did I look tired to you? I ca–” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Somebody lied. You, her, someone else, I don’t know!”

“I have no defense here, ba– I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I really thought you just wanted to get home.”

You try to make sense of his recollection to yours. Why would a hostess speak on your behalf? You didn’t say anything to anyone, and even if you wanted to say something, you’d tell him directly. It doesn’t make sense. Who saw you? Was the doorman in on it too?

“Did you say anything to anyone when you left?”

“No.”

“Not even the doorman?”

“The doorman? Why would I do that?”

“He knew I was looking for you when I waited.”

Javi ponders. Who else saw him? And how did they know?

“I need to think.” You snap. “I need to sleep, and think.”

✧✧

Day 7

You wake up face down the next morning. Last night you ordered a bottle of the cheapest white wine on the menu once you’d exhausted the minibar supplies, just to help you sleep fast and deep. You didn’t need to drown in your emotions while your thoughts weren’t sorted yet. You still don’t know what to make of what Javi said. It’s very strange.

After you take an indulgent bath, you walk into the kitchen and find Javi sitting there, the clicking of his phone’s keypad loud enough to echo throughout the large space. You’d have to tell him how to turn that off. You were expecting to be alone this morning because Óscar and Javi usually have already left by this time. The usual breakfast spread was already cleared out, replaced by a selection of burger and fries, cobb salad, sashimi, tiramisu, tarte tropezienne, and so many other small bites you gloss over.

“Morning,” Javi starts. “I took the liberty to order… everything, basically. I don’t know what you’d be in the mood for.”

You side eye him and open the fridge to get your overnight oats. A fresh box of macarons and an untouched glass of chocolate milkshake are waiting for you inside. All your comfort foods, basically. He did well. Javi’s attentive, you’ll give him that.

“What are you doing today?” Javi asks while you eat.

“Going to Camille’s. You?”

“Nothing. Thought I’d talk to you again.”

“Okay,” you gulp. You’ve thought about your situation with him, albeit not as thoroughly as you’d like, so you haven’t come up with how to segue into it. And, it still doesn’t make sense.

“How are you?”

“I… still have a few things to think about.”

He hums in understanding. “I remember one thing now. Your friend. She was outside smoking.”

“...oh?”

“Yeah. I’m not gonna accuse her blindly of anything, but, convenient, don’t you think?”

You don’t know what to think. You barely understand how all this happened to begin with. Javi reaches forward and takes your hand in his.

“I’d never leave you out in the cold like that, trust me. That’s not the kind of person I am. I’m sorry that I took someone else’s word for yours, and I should’ve checked in on you.”

You study his eyes, and see the sincerity in them. He looks pained.

“May I drive you? To Camille’s?”

“Okay.” You finally give him a small smile after a long week, and Javi considers it a triumph. He’s missed you.

✧

Javi goes out to the vast balcony for a smoke. He checks his watch and sees that it’s already half past ten. He’s been here for much longer than he has the patience to be. He’d driven you to Camille’s villa for what he thought would just be lunch, so he didn’t hesitate accepting her invitation to join in. Then lunch turned into going for an afternoon dip in the sea and a shopping trip in Cannes while he waited for them in her smaller yacht, occupied with a business call. Then it turned into early dinner back at the villa and people started arriving for an impromptu party Camille and Kylian decided to throw. Óscar has let him take the day off as long as he promised to look after you, but now he’s had his fill of being the only middle aged man in the midst of 20- and 30-year olds. He cannot take another conversation about his old life or their fawning over his recent successes.

Nor could he take another second of dudes flirting with you. Again. He’s pulling out his pack of cigarettes when Camille appears at his side and interrupts him.

“Try my dad’s cigars.” She points to a box on the table by the door and he opens it, finding the stack full. He lights one up and offers to light another for her.

“Oh, no. I don’t smoke. I just like offering these to people, just to tell my dad what they think. So…?”

Javi takes a drag and exhales. “Best I’ve ever had.”

She smiles in satisfaction. “Hey, mind if I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Are you two together?”

Javi looks away from her, his gaze lands at the parked boats and twinkling lights on the horizon and he pretends to contemplate his cigar. “Who?”

“Are you gonna pretend you haven’t been looking at her all night? That you’re not mingling inside because you’re jealous?”

“I’ve just spent hours indulging people asking me about financial tips,” Javi squints at her.

“Uh huh. But it’s not just now, it’s the other night too. And you’re out here because you don’t want to see her getting my brother’s attention again.”

Javi scoffs. “She can talk to anyone she wants.”

“Don’t worry. He doesn’t like her that way. I’ve asked.” Camille sizes him up. “I know that she likes you too. I just want to know how… genuine you are.”

Javi raises his eyebrows at her and takes a long drag. He feels relief and doubt at the same time, but he’s getting annoyed by her prying. “What’s it matter to you, Camille?”

“I don’t know if she’s told you about her ex, but he wasn’t exactly the best person. I don’t want it to happen to her again. And you’re older and–” He shakes his head, softly laughing to himself. “If you two were together I’d want to know that you’re not taking advantage of her.”

Now she’s pissing him off. “It’s none of your business.”

“It is, a little.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you’re such close friends.”

“We were once.” Before Javi could come up with another jab he hears your giggle from the pool and he grimaces. “I don’t mean harm, Javi. You don’t have to be defensive. I actually care about her, that’s all.”

He knows she’s being honest. He’s being an asshole, he knows that… not only tonight but on her yacht too. Just like she said. Most of your friends that he’s met or heard of haven’t impressed him much. They’re too showy, too self-centered, too ridiculous. He has to admit that he’d assumed Camille would be just the same before he even met her in person, but he stands corrected.

“Yeah,” he rolls the cigar around his fingers and clears his throat. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“I understand.”

Javi nods in acknowledgement and contemplates before asking. “That guy that… from the other night. Who was he?”

“A friend of Kylian’s friend. He’s taken care of.”

Whatever that means.

“Has that happened to her before? That you’ve seen?” You’re entirely too calm and quiet about the incident. Why didn’t you defend yourself? He knows he should ask you instead of your friend first, but he can’t help himself.

“Eh, a few times.”

“A few times?!” He recoils.

“Yeah,” Camille says wistfully. “Just female things, you know? It’s a rite of passage at this point. Can’t really do anything about it. There will always be guys like that. You have touchy fans too, right? You know what it’s like.”

“No, not the same.” Javi takes another long drag. It’s unfair, and there are too many similar incidents in the industry, and it shouldn’t be ‘a rite of passage’.

“Fuck me, it’s cold.” Your voice breaks the awkward pause. Javi is stunned to see you soaking wet from head to toe. “I got thrown into the pool,” you explain. “I need to borrow your clothes.”

“Okay, come with me.” Camille takes you by the arm. “Nice talking to you, Javi.”

“What were you guys talking about?” He hears you ask Camille quietly as you’re walking back inside the house.

✧

An hour later, Javi decides to go back inside where he grabs a few water bottles for the drive back to the villa. The party is winding down and the house is almost quiet. He’s about to text you to meet him in the car when he overhears a group of people by the foyer, a guy with a thick French accent being the loudest.

“–with Kylian. No fucking shame.”

“She’s gotta be with that old guy. Why else was he here?” A different guy chimes in. American, Javi thinks.

“Aren’t they filming together?”

“Yeah, but they didn’t tell us what kind of movie.” The American snarks.

“Wardrobe optional. I bet.” Barking laughter between them follows. Javi is fuming. He told everyone who asked what he’s working on - they are purposely mocking you.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re fucking. He’s a director, right? Actresses fuck directors all the time for roles.” Javi can’t believe what he’s hearing. Way to set feminism back a few decades, woman.

“She has to be. She’s fucking boring.”

“She would say, ‘depressed’”. The woman chimes in again. Vile, this one.

“Hah, you believe that? She just wanted Gabriel’s attention”

“I feel sorry for Kylian. Gabriel’s sloppy seconds? He could do better.”

“If that wasn’t a lie. She’s just a gold digger. At least she’s not ugly like the last one.”

“This one’s not much, either.” The woman’s tone is laced with so much venom and Javi sees red. He turns to find another exit and finds you standing, frozen in place.

✧

Javi follows you back into the villa, intentionally walking a few paces behind and putting a distance between you. How should he approach this? He knows what they were saying is false. But he has one question… not like he could ask you in your state of mind right now. He’s surprised you’re even civil to him all day, though that might have been for show.

You go into your bedroom and kick your shoes off, and before you could close the door on him he reaches for you and envelopes you in his arms. He feels you take a deep, shaky breath and he holds you tighter, burying his face into your neck in comfort. Instead of breaking free from his grasp, you fall further into his embrace.

“I’m sor–” Javi murmurs on your shoulder and is cut short by you letting go and closing the door behind him. You lead the way further into the room.

“I don’t wanna be alone tonight.” You sit him on the corner of your bed while you take your time changing into something more comfortable. When you’re done, you get on the bed and pull him towards you.

Javi is speechless. You’re distant all week and now you’re pulling him into bed? What’s going on?

You start with a sigh and your hands shake. “So, um… just for the record, I’ve never gone out with anyone for their money. Ever. And I don’t want Kylian or his, just so you know. And uh, I’d never lie about being depressed. It happened, I went to therapy, and that’s all in the past, distant past. I don’t even know how they knew about that, but anyway… um, it might come and go, in the future, who knows, you know? So I just wanna let you know… if that’s not a thing you want to deal with later.

And, well, obviously I don’t sleep around for jobs, but you already know that.”

Javi pulls you into his arms again and keeps you there. I’m sorry, he kisses the top of your head, telling you he didn’t believe any of their gossip anyway. I’m sorry, he kisses your forehead with apologies for leaving you and not standing up for you the other night. I’m sorry, he kisses your fingers and admits he doesn’t know how to make it up to you.

He’ll never forget the nervous tremble of your lips when you bury your face into his clavicle. You’re so hurt, and there’s nothing he could do except be here for you. He tightens his arms around you, letting you calm down and even your breathing.

Minutes pass and you let go of him, sitting up on the bed. “You can’t really stay, can you?”

Javi lets out a sigh of defeat, his heart heavy with disappointment too. “He’s upstairs.”

“Yeah. You should go.”

“Will you be fine alone?”

You nod. “I’ll manage. It’s not worth it if he starts wondering.”

“See you in the morning, ba– um. ‘Night.”

✧✧

Day 8

“You coming to set today?” Óscar asks Javi over breakfast on the terrace.

“That depends. I might drop by later.”

“Going somewhere else today?”

“Maybe.”

“Late night last night?”

“Yeah.” Silence falls over them. Honestly, Javi is too tired this morning to have any kind of conversation. He has a lot to think about and not enough sleep to clear his head.

“Morning,” Óscar says as you pull out the chair next to him. Did something happen yesterday? Javi is uncharacteristically not chatty and you’re avoiding looking at his direction. A stark difference from the previous days where breakfast was always lively.

“You have to come to set tomorrow. It’s the last day,” he says to Javi before turning to you. “Cast and crew dinner right after. Bring your friends if you want.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll tell them.”

The rest of breakfast is in silence, which makes it look even odder to Óscar. What happened? Did you not enjoy Javi’s company off set? Or did you feel like Javi was being tasked as a chaperone for you and you couldn’t fully enjoy your time off?

“I gotta go,” Óscar chugs the remainder of his juice, saving his questions for later. “Take care.”

Javi reaches for your hand once Óscar is safely out of the driveway. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah.” You had a loooooong night. Instead of going straight to sleep and saving the emotions for another day, you ended up heatedly texting Anya to clarify Javi’s (and your) suspicion. Suffice to say, she didn’t deny anything. Why she did all that, you could only guess.

But it’s a new day in one of the most beautiful places in the world. Your troubles will wait ‘til you’re back home.

“I was thinking… I just want to swim this morning. Relax a bit. Then Èze in the afternoon, see the sunset?”

“Sounds great to me.”

You note Javi’s tired eyes, guessing he missed a few hours of rest too. “You can nap while I swim.”

And so he does.

But not before taking a peek at what you’re wearing.

✧

Javi finally feels relaxed for the first time since he arrived here. Who knew a day out in a cactus garden could be therapeutic? To be honest, that’s only because it’s with you. And, you’re already talking to him normally again. Like nothing is at odds between the two of you. He’s tempted to ask what changed overnight, but if it ain’t broke…

The entire day you play with his curls, tug his hand along, rest your head on his shoulder while watching the sunset. Dare he say it’s pretty much a date?

Once back at the villa you pull him into your room again and wrap your arms around his neck, lips brushing his. Javi is stunned, to say the least.

“Hi,” he looks down at you in amusement.

“Hi,” you reply nervously.

“You feel all better?” You answer him with a nod. “Good. It killed me that you were avoiding me.”

Javi carefully puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. You let him and rest your chin on his shoulder. “I got it all sorted out. We should be fine now.”

“How so?”

“Yeah… it was her, I think. Anya. She didn’t deny it. I don’t think she liked me going home with you.”

Javi chuckles into your hair. “Live with it. I only ever want you.”

You pull back, enough to get a good look of his face, and you want that to be true. Nothing about this is easy, even aside from your own anxieties.

“What was your plan?” You decide to ask.

“Hmm?”

“For our date.”

He runs his hands up and down your sides. “Dinner, then I take you to bed. Keep you there. Like I said.”

“Uh huh… for how long?”

“Anytime you’re not on set, I’m keeping you there.”

“So we’re not gonna talk about my goals and dreams at all? Our feelings? Our friends, families…”

“Between you moaning my name…” Javi’s hand squeezes your hip. “...yes.”

“Mmm,” you giggle. “Too bad I don’t sleep on first dates, though.”

Javi raises his eyebrows in question. “No?”

“No.”

“So, second date, then.”

Second? You like where this is going. “Hmm, maybe, maybe not…”

“How many dates then?”

“Five dates or three months,” you say with a grin and a mischievous glint in your eyes, holding back a maniacal laughter. “Whichever comes first.”

Javi freezes.

“And it depends on how great the dinner is.” You fake ponder, enjoying his expression that becomes grumpier by the second. “And obviously, how serious you are.”

“I promise you, babe, you’d be the one telling me to skip dessert.”

Bold Javi. You’ve missed him.

“And tell you I’m the only dessert you need? Very possible.” You let go of him and start walking towards your bed, him following suit. “I was kidding anyway,” you tell him over your shoulder. You might be picky, but you have needs.

“Thank fucking God.”

“It’s really your fault you didn’t check in on me, because we could’ve been doing a lot of things right now…”

“Yeah?” Javi’s voice becomes raspy.

“Yeah…” You climb into bed and kneel on it, grabbing Javi closer by the collar of his shirt and stroking it. “It’s fine, I can take care of myself when you leave.”

“You’re killing me.” This is actual torture. You’re inviting him to bed, but not really. You’re very straightforward about what you want to do, but also not really. He definitely knows what he wants, and that hasn’t changed since that first day. And he’s pretty sure it shows.

“I think it’s fair for now. Come here.” To his delight, you pull his neck closer and kiss him. It’s fucking bliss. It’s been too fucking long. “I miss you, Javi. I only ever want you too.”

You arch your back to press closer to him and you whine, feeling the tent of his pants growing on your stomach. There’s no stopping your urge to buck against him which makes him unlatch from you and groan in response. His lips find your neck and start kissing it, and you let out a loud moan when he nibbles on that one spot.

“Baby, baby. Let’s save that for my place, all right?” Right. Óscar might be upstairs, and that didn’t even cross your mind.

You giggle and plop down on the bed after giving him a quick peck. “I was thinking this morning when I was swimming, that I’ve always wanted to be fucked in a pool.”

“...no.”

“No?”

“Yeah, no. We have no privacy, and it’s cold.”

“I wasn’t thinking about here, unless you want to die Gatsby-style. I think Óscar would spare me. You… not sure.”

“On second thought, it might be worth it.” Javi climbs on the bed, parting your legs to sit on his knees between them.

“So… back in London, maybe?”

“It’s not heated.”

“Seriously?”

In his defense, it’s not like he uses it much. “Consider it done.”

You nudge your knee on the side of his stomach and start grazing it. You find it adorable, his has softened with age in contrast to the washboard abs you were used to seeing. It makes him even cuter in your mind. You wonder if it’s too early in your dynamic to start affectionately referring to it as ‘dadbod’, or to tell him you want to sleep on it.

Javi stops your motions and starts to hover over you. “Ouch! Ow, ow, ow-”

He drops on his stomach next to you, hand reaching for his back.

“Oh my god, you’re so old.” You burst into laughter.

Javi rolls his eyes at you. “I have one foot in the grave, it’s not the same,” which makes you laugh harder.

You are concerned though, so you replace his hand with yours and start lightly massaging the spot.

“Is that better?”

“Of course.” He assures you with a kiss. Certainly much better than his massage chair at home that cost him thousands of dollars, and he tells you so.

“Wait, where?”

“My office. It’s godsend when I’m in the middle of meetings.”

“I wanna try it next time. So: one, try the massage chair, two, fuck in the pool…”

“Three, cook some homemade dinner.”

“I don’t cook. You can teach me, though.”

“How did you survive through college and living alone?!”

“Restaurants, dude. I’m surprised you cook. Don’t you have private chefs everywhere?”

“Did you see any chefs in my house?” No, it was always just you two. “Sure, in Spain, and only because they used to work for the Adriàs. But my grandmother used to make me cook with her every Sunday, and I’m grateful for that. It’s therapeutic. Dude.”

“And here I thought you barely know how to use a microwave. I can’t wait. All of it.”

“Anything for you.” He leans for a kiss and you run your hand on his chest and he shivers against your lips.

“You’re really gonna make me leave? We can still take care of each other.” And he doesn’t mean just his back.

“You already know I can’t be quiet. And I’m soooooo sore and tired,” you answer with a yawn.

“I know, baby,” he sighs. “I know. You should look forward to more of that.”

“Ooh, hyping yourself up. Go, leave, so I can tend to myself, thank you.” You stick a tongue out to him.

“Dammit. Is that what you’ve been doing all week?”

“Hell no, I was upset at you. Before, though…”

“Same here.”

“Yeah? Tell me.” You stroke his chest, liking how his heart is pounding under your touch.

“Since that night at Mira’s house.”

“So that black jumpsuit worked?”

He nods. “And you smelled so fucking good. You always do.”

“Good, ‘cause I wanted you to notice me.”

He noticed you, all right. “These looked amazing that night,” his thumb grazes over your sideboob. “And your backless dress… I wasn’t even watching the movie, to be honest.”

“I wore that for you, too. I was hoping you’d take it off of me.”

“You should’ve just asked.”

“I was so wet, Javi. I had to touch myself on the flight home.” Thankfully you were in a first class suite and you could ease the itch under the blanket.

“Fuck. Did you come?” He pulls you flush to him and he growls against your neck. He had left on his private plane a few hours before you, on his way to meet an investor in another continent. He would’ve changed his plans had he known.

“Yeah,” you nod, rubbing your barely covered breasts on his chest so he could feel your hardened nipples. He looks down at your cleavage hungrily. “But it wasn’t enough.”

He flips you over and kisses the tops of them all the way up to your neck, making you grind on him. You feel his hands on the inside of your thighs but you don’t dare to look down to see how big they are, and so close to where you want him most. You’re pretty sure you’ll come on the spot. You let out a soft sigh and let your head fall on the pillow when he licks the spot behind your ear.

“I liked those bikinis you posted too. My cock would like to thank you. That was a great day.” You squirm at the mention of his cock and you look up to see him smirking. “Next time, I want a private show.”

“Which one?” You don’t know what comes over you but you decide to brave through your next move. There’s something about this man’s presence that makes you feel equally as bold, but also vulnerable at the same time. You cup a hand over your mound, moving it back and forth. “This… or just the bikinis?”

His hand grips your thigh firmly and you gasp in pleasure just as the sound of a car being parked sobers you both. Javi reluctantly pulls off of you and gets on his feet, straightening his clothes and hair back into place. You walk him to the door and give him a kiss goodnight on the gray spot of his beard.

“‘Night, baby.”

“‘Night, Javi.”

✧✧✧

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