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radisprettysick · 4 months

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Buckshot

Sukuna x Reader // A game of russian roulette

TW// guns, violence, mentions of death, mentions of drugs, p in v, mentions of blood, dubcon,

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You were scared out of your mind. But that was part of the reason you were here tonight. You couldn’t help the attraction to danger and adrenaline. Your heart was beating out of your chest to the loud rave music.

You had heard about this club while high out of your mind with probably the worst people to be vulnerable around.

“Sign here.” You are greeted with a brusque voice handing you a clipboard with a piece of paper attached to it. General Release of Liability. Great. You pick up the attached pen and sign away your rights. You are lead upstairs of the underground club. The pounding of the music somehow got more intense as you climbed the old metal stairs. At the end of the hallway upstairs there was an office door with the blinds shut tight. As you got closer you could see splashes of red peeking out from behind the door. A reminder of how stupid you were being right now. But rent was due in a week, and you needed the money.

The security guard who was guiding you opened the door for you. “Good luck.” Before leaving, he attached two wires to your chest. In the middle of the room was a pool table without any of the balls or sticks. White lines were drawn over it and next to the table was a defibrillator along with an IV stand. The rest of the room was too dark to see past the table. There was a chair in front of you on one side of the pool table, so you took the seat and waited for your opponent to arrive.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, a door in the back of the room opened and closed. You could hear footsteps approaching you and the pounding in your chest returned with every heavy step. He reached the opposite end of the table before stopping. You brought your eyes up his stomach, his chest and finally to his face. This man was huge. Covered in tattoos. And another reminder of your stupidity.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here? Just so you know, I am not going easy on you just because you’re a girl sweetheart.” His voice definitely matched his aura. Something about him made you feel uneasy. Besides the fact that you were about to put your life in his hands, he made you feel a deep anxiety. Something you couldn’t quite place.

“I-I don’t expect you too.” Your voice comes out so much weaker than you intended. This was not the first time you ever risked your life but something about him added so much more fear into your system.

“Oh, you poor thing. You sound so scared already” He let out a light chuckle from your fear. “The rules are simple. I load the bullets in a random order without looking and we each get a turn to fire either at ourselves or the opponent. If you shoot yourself with a blank, you get to go again. Got it?”

You had a feeling he didn’t really care for an answer, but you gave one anyway. “Yes.”

The middle of the table opened up and a shot gun along with 3 bullets next to it appeared. One bullet was red and the other two black. He grabbed the shotgun and the bullets and proceeded to fill the chamber.

“Since you’re a cute little thing you can go first.” He grinned and slid the gun across the table to you. With shaky hands you held it and contemplated whether you should shoot yourself or him. It was a 66% chance that the shot was a blank. There was a higher chance that you could shoot yourself with a blank and get a second chance for a 50/50. With a deep breath you held the barrel under your chin, closed your eyes and silently hoped for a blank.

With a pull of the trigger, you heard a click. Nothing happened. You got a blank.

“Someone’s lucky.” You look at him and see him grinning with no hint of fear in his eyes. It doesn’t feel like he is even a tiny bit scared of you possibly shooting him. More confident this time, you aim the barrel at him and pull.

Another click. It was a blank. And now it was his turn. The only one remaining was a real shot. You were going to be shot. You slowly put the gun back in the middle and felt your heart drop to your stomach.

“Ah maybe not.” He picked up the gun and with ease aimed at you. “I did warn you I wasn’t going to go easy on you.” He pulled and the barrel let out a loud bang.

I really should not have come tonight. This was how my life ended. In a shitty club playing Russian roulette with a guy who could most definitely end my life with his own hand if he wanted.

You felt a huge shock and woke up coughing on the floor in front of the door. You heard the man laughing at your patheticness. You grasped at your heart when you felt the wires that the man had attached earlier placed. Ah. So that is how the game advanced. If you got shot, you would be brought back with a shock to your system.

“You ready for round two doll?” More bullets rise from the table, and he again grabs them to start filling them. While sitting back down and still coughing, you notice a screen on the side of the table displaying the score. ‘Sukuna: 3 // Guest: 2’. So, he was already up by one. You felt your body start to focus up more as the pain from being shot wore off a little. You knew you would feel this tomorrow, if you made it that long, but right now that didn’t matter. You had to win. For the prize money. You gave him a silent nod and with that round 2 began. This time it was 3 red and 2 black. There were more real bullets than blanks this time. “You are first again.”

You grabbed the gun, still with trembling hands, and debated silently whether to fire at yourself or Sukuna. “I’m curious of why someone like you is playing this game. Here.” You brought your eyes up to meet his. His eyes were red. And now you realize why he made you uneasy. He didn’t feel human.

“I needed the money. Plus, I’m an adrenaline junkie.” You started to point the barrel at him, deciding that you would take your odds of the first shot being a real one. You pulled the trigger and heard a click.

Fuck.

“Hahaha… you know there are drugs to give you that rush right? Hand that over to me doll.” He reached for the gun as you slid to the middle. Without wasting time, he pointed it up at himself and grinned like a maniac. He pulled the trigger, and it went off.

He shot himself. Your eyes went wide, and you felt your heart stop. You stood up from the table to try and get a look at him before you heard a huge gasp of air and some coughing. He got back up and into his chair like nothing happened. Still smiling like the fucking devil.

“Shit luck. Your turn.”

The rest of the round went on until you shot him after the blanks had been used up. ‘Sukuna 1//Guest:2’ You actually had a chance at winning this. Bullets once again rose from the table and this time it was 5 red and only 2 blanks. And he started the round.

He held the gun in his hands and thought for a moment. “You know…it’s been so long since I only had one life left. Say what… if you win, I’ll throw in some extra cash. But if I win…. I want something in return.” What was he doing? He was on his last life right now. There was no way he could get two shots on you without getting one himself. “What do you say cutie?” You hesitated before giving him an answer. “Sure. But what is it you want?”

“Oh, you’ll find out when I win.” He then aimed the gun at himself and pulled. Click.

No fucking way. There was only one blank left, 5 real shots left, and now he gets a second chance. He then aimed the gun back towards you. Sukuna pulled the trigger and the barrel exploded. You once again felt a shock while regaining consciousness on the floor. You struggled for air and pulled yourself back into the chair to continue playing. ‘Sukuna:1//Guest:1’. With a rush to get the game over you grabbed the gun into your hands. If he can get lucky, maybe you can too. Your hands were shaking, you still couldn’t quite catch your breath, and you could feel your heart in your ears. You pressed the gun right under your chin and with one last breath pulled the trigger.

You felt another shock you your chest and was once again on the floor. You lost. You felt so fucking stupid for risking that chance. You sat on the floor. Now that the game was over you started to realize what position you were in. You were just shot three times. Why did you do this? Why did you play this game?

Sukuna laughed as he stood up from his chair and walked around the table towards you. He crouched down to be closer to face-to-face with you. He raised his hand up and you instinctively flinched. He put a piece of hair behind you ear and held your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “Aw you poor thing. You lost… well that means I get my prize now.” He moved his hand from your chin and further down your body until reaching the edge of your mini skirt. “I see you came dressed for the occasion.” His grin grew even larger and now you really felt like an idiot. Your brain went numb slowly realizing what was about to happen. Your heartbeat started to drown out the noise of the club, your palms were coated in sweat, and your chest felt like it was going to explode at any moment.

His other hand reached for the wires on your chest and tugged them off of you without care. While the hand teasing the edge of your skirt moved on to gripping your exposed thigh. “It is really a shame you lost.” You heard the desire in his voice more than the actual words themselves. He was toying with you the entire time. This was never a fair chance. Why else would he make a bet with you?

His hand moved further up and started teasing your clothed slit. “Ooo well I guess you aren’t too sad about losing. Your pussy is fucking dripping.” He was right. You weren’t lying when you said you were attracted to danger. And this entire night has been nothing but that. This man in front of you was practically the devil himself. He pushed your back onto the floor and that is when it really clicked in your brain what was happening.

“Wait no please” You started to actually cry for your dignity. All the dumb stuff you did in life this had to take the cake. He used his thumb to wipe your tears before groaning to himself.

“Fuck baby, I barely touched you and ya already cryin? Just wait until I actually get started.” You tried to stop him from pulling your skirt and underwear down but there was no stopping him. His arms were probably bigger than your legs. “Shit doll you really were waiting for this huh?” He started to rub your clit with his fingers before using his other hand to unzip his pants.

His cock was huge. There was no way he was fitting. You started to cry even more and still attempted to push him away. He was still smiling at your pathetic state. Such a dumb little girl wandering into a place like this expecting to leave without giving up your body to him. Without bothering to actually prep you, he shoved his cock into your pussy in one go.

You let out a high-pitched scream at the sudden entrance. It felt like you were splitting open. It was too much. He wrapped his hand around your throat and started to move inside of you. “Such a dramatic little doll… don’t worry I’ll fill you so you’ll be begging for more.” With a loud groan he lifted your leg up and pressed you into your own body. The hand on your throat moved to rip your top and bra off leaving you nothing. “Fuck you’re so sexy. I knew your pussy was going to be tight from the second I saw you.” His thrusts eventually started to feel good. And you hated it. You hated that you liked this. Your body was actually enjoying this older man violate and use you. Against your wishes, you let out an involuntary moan and that was the end of your act.

“Let me hear more of how much you like being used like a good slut.” He had something over you now. You were his toy and you had to obey him, no matter what you thought. You continued to scream for him as he shoved his cock further into your pussy, hitting your sweet spot.

“Fuckfuckfuck ple-please don’t stoppppp” You were really dumb. But you were perfect for him. So easy to take control of. He loved it. He started rubbing you clit for you with his hands while continuing to bully your poor pussy. You could feel your stomach start to tighten up at the added stimulation.

“Come on why don’t you give me my prize now sweetie?” And with that, you squirted all over his dick and stomach and leaked out onto the dirty office floor. He flipped you over, giving you zero time to recover, shoved himself back inside of you. Spanking your ass and pulling you up by the throat. “Fuck I’m gonna make you mine.” He practically growled in your ear.

You could no longer think coherently with him inside of you. You could barely feel anything besides pleasure. Pleasure that only existed because of him. This man who could easily end your life. The man who was currently cumming inside of you just like he promised. He pulled out so he could watch his cum leak out of your abused cunt onto the floor with the rest of your juice. “I guess we both ended up lucky tonight.” You felt him stand up and heard a zipper before you felt a piece of clothing thrown on you.

“Put this on and come meet me in the back room.” And with that he walked away into the back leaving you completely alone.

You were stupid, but lucky. Because you had just found the embodiment of danger. And he wanted you too.

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barnesafterglow · 1 year

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friday (i'm in love)

summary: every day you love bucky. every friday he pretends to love you too

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: college!au, angst, phoebe bridgers made me do this, ambiguous ending

a/n: i've been working on this bad boy since august and finally got around to finishing it. i actually really like this and i hope you all do too! please remember to reblog and comment - i love getting feedback!

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The Monday sun trickled through your half opened blinds, waking more sweetly than you probably deserved. Your eyes cracked open, seeing a peaking glance of the blue morning sky, and a half smile made its way to your face. Mondays were usually hard for you but you thought that just maybe today would be a change.

That is until your hand reached for the other side of the bed, feeling the sheets cold from a body long gone. Any warmth the splashes of sun may have granted you seeped from your body, leaving you as cold and empty as your sheets. Disappointed - but not surprised - you slipped from underneath the covers and made your way to the bathroom. While you were waiting for the water to heat up, you hesitantly looked at yourself in the mirror.

It was the same as every Monday of the semester - messy hair, the remnants of mascara just under your eyes, the peak of a smattering of bruises across your collarbones - always low enough that no one could see them but you, and the person who left them there. But they would mostly fade by Friday, just to be replaced over the weekend.

It was a pattern you had somehow let yourself fall into, no end in sight. Every time your roommate gave you the side eye, or poured you a glass of wine when she heard your muffled sobs over the sound of the running shower, or heard the door quietly open and close in the way too early morning hours while she was awake in the living room, you tried to come up with ways to end it, ways to break the cycle. You would never do it, of course, but maybe if you could imagine, just for a moment, an end to the hurt you put yourself through, you could take a breath of relief.

As you stepped out of the lobby of your apartment into late fall air, you tampered down a quick flash of anger. It didn’t seem fair that the light blue of the sky and the golden rays of the sun were allowed to be out and proud when your own blue mood was so dark it neared black.

But still, just like every Monday, you took a deep breath and headed to your first class.

You were halfway across campus when you saw Bucky, talking to Sharon, and the quick flash of eye contact before he looked away, not so much as a wave of recognition, threatened to bring you to your knees.

And the sky remained blue and clear.

Tuesday was so dark and cold it gave you whiplash.

The second day of the week was always a little easier, the wound less fresh, and you eased yourself out of bed, still sore from yesterday’s workout - where you ran until you could barely breathe because it was the only time you stopped thinking of Bucky. The warm shower nearly held you hostage, knowing you would be faced with a bitter chill once you stepped outside.

You managed to get out despite the protests from every cell in your body, and spent a long time getting ready, delaying the inevitable.

Your heart thudded, heavy in your chest, as you navigated campus, never sure when your greatest daydream and darkest nightmare would emerge from the crowd to haunt you with empty eyes.

The universe granted you reprieve for a day.

Wednesday wasn’t as kind.

The same weather matched your overcast mood and you bundled up in the first sweatshirt you grabbed from your drawer.

It wasn’t until you were already out of the door that you realized it was Bucky’s, and you let out a choked sound before you composed yourself.

Of course it would be your luck to be just outside the building when you got a message your only class for the day had been canceled, and you decided to make the trip worth your time by heading to the library.

You studied for your upcoming exam, digging into your textbook with a highlighter and a middle-of-the-week attitude.

As you turned the page, it sliced your finger and you let out a hiss of pain. The other hand gripped your pen so hard you thought it might explode in a splash of ink and shame. From the way your week was already going, you honestly wouldn’t be surprised.

Dropping the pen on the table with a soft clatter, you dug around in your bag, searching for tissues you knew you didn't have. You finally gave up, sticking the bleeding fingertip in your mouth so you didn’t get blood on the page of notes you had been diligently working on. You looked around to see if anyone had seen your miniature fiasco, but everyone else on the floor was either immersed in their own studying or chatting quietly amongst themselves.

In your glance around, the elevator doors opening caught your eye at the very same moment Bucky walked out. Your heart swelled in a flurry of hope as his face split into an easy grin, until you realized he was looking over you. You turned your head enough to see Steve and Sam just a few tables over, and Bucky took a couple steps forward until his gaze dropped enough to see you. And your sweatshirt.

He came to a sudden stop, smile disappearing from his face, and he took a sharp turn towards the corner of the library where the stairwell led back to the bottom floor. You could barely hear the slam of the heavy door over the shattering of your heart.

By Thursday, you had fully convinced yourself to move on.

You had one last crying session with Wanda, over a bottle of wine and a mountain of good advice you would try desperately to take.

With a warm buzz, you felt light and airy on the decision to do better, be better, be stronger. No matter how many times you had told yourself the last time was truly the last time, you were convinced this was it.

Instead, Friday brought you a hangover and a text from Bucky.

Usual tonight?

You ignored it all day. You turned your phone off, shoved your laptop in a drawer, took away any form of communication you had with him. You spent the day catching up on reading you had been telling yourself you would get to for months.

It almost worked.

Wanda was gone for the weekend - she mistakenly trusted your promise that Bucky wouldn’t be coming over.

Because by the time the clock struck midnight, you texted him back.

For most of the next week, you didn’t see Bucky at all.

Monday it was a downpour, the sky black and the wind cutting your skin. You knew he skipped class on days like that. After class, you went for a run, watching the rain splatter on the window that looked over campus, and tried to push him from your brain. It worked.

Tuesday, in the early hours of the morning, you got a panicked call from your mom. Your dad was in the hospital and she needed help for a couple days. You packed a bag and got in your car, heading home without a second thought.

Wednesday you were so busy you didn’t think about Bucky at all.

Thursday, it was almost easy to block Bucky’s number.

Friday, you heard it.

Knock. Knock. Knock knock knock.

The pattern that let Wanda know to disappear into her room, where she could pretend she didn’t know what was happening. Bucky didn’t like anyone to see him there, even the girl who heard everything the two of you did through the thin walls.

The doorknob rattled, and you could tell he was surprised to find it locked. Every Friday before, it had been left open for him.

Evening your breathing, you opened the door and saw his confused face. Your thoughts wrestled between slamming the door shut and leaping into his arms.

In the end, you did neither, stepping back and letting him trail you to your bedroom.

“You never answered my text.” There was no emotion behind the statement. He said it like it was a simple fact, no different than telling you that your walls were grey.

“I know.” He sat on your bed like he belonged there.

“Why?” You backed away as far as you could, your back hitting the wall, your arms crossing over your chest like they could protect you from his words.

“Why do you think?”

“I have no clue.” You were in disbelief. He had no clue? No clue what you felt for him? No clue that he broke your heart a little more every time he came and went?

“I’m done. With us.” You tried to keep your voice from shaking, but there was still a slight waver. You wondered if he even noticed.

“What do you mean you’re done?”

“I mean I don’t want to do this anymore. Don’t want to see you. Don’t want you here.”

“Why?” So many why’s. So many sharp words he didn’t even know were cutting you deep.

“What do you mean why, Bucky? This isn’t fair anymore! You stay here all weekend, you slip in my bed and in me and then you’re gone by the time I wake up Monday morning. And every Monday I can’t hold my tears back, even though I know you won’t be here.”

“Baby, you -”

“Don’t call me baby.”

He looked genuinely shocked, and you knew why. You had never raised your voice at him. The two of you had never even gotten in any kind of fight; he didn’t care enough to.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just,” he stopped, seemingly gathering up his next words, “you knew what this was when we started.”

“And what is ‘this’? What am I to you?”

“You know what you are. You’re a… friend. With benefits. We said there were no strings attached.”

“No, you said there were no strings attached, and I went along with whatever you wanted because I knew this was as close as I could ever get to you loving me back.” The words flew from your mouth before you could catch them, and the tension that blanketed the room was so thick you felt like you could hold it in your hands.

“What?” His voice was barely a whisper, the first time he had shown any true emotion since he walked into your apartment.

“Just forget it.” You took a deep breath. “Get out.”

His eyes held a thousand questions, and you didn’t want to hear any of them. He sat, still as a statue, just staring at you.

“I said get out.”

It was like the words awoke him from a trance and he stood quickly, stumbling past you as he made his way out of the apartment.

The weekend hurt - the first weekend you hadn’t spent with Bucky in you didn’t even know how long.

But you didn’t cry.

You thought that might be a good thing.

By Monday, you were truly feeling better - the first Monday you could remember not having an emotional hangover. You got up early and went for a morning run, and didn’t even have to push the thought of Bucky from your mind. Then you went home and showered and got ready for the day. As you walked to class, you held your head high, a ghost of a smile on your face.

You felt good.

Then you saw him again.

It was like deja vu, life in slow motion, a moment so perfectly timed you couldn’t even make it up in fiction.

You passed Bucky, the same as just a couple weeks before, talking to Sharon. Except this time, his arm was slung over her shoulder, a cocky grin on his face. Except this time, he actually looked at you, met your eyes in a stare, and his face dropped.

Except this time, gazes still locked, you watched each other, heads turned, until the moment passed and you were on your way, heart stilled in your chest.

Tuesday and Wednesday you couldn’t even get out of bed.

It was like the small modicum of progress you had was washed away with the rain that pattered outside your window.

You wouldn’t - couldn’t - eat, so Wanda resorted to bringing you glasses of water, making you sit up and drink at least two before she would let you go back to wallowing.

She was a good friend; you knew she would make you get out of bed eventually, and she would help you move on. And you would try.

Thursday, the door cracked open, and you figured it was her finally coming to drag you out of bed. Instead, Nat and Wanda walked in.

Without a word, then got into bed on either side of you, and held you until you couldn’t cry anymore.

The weekend was easier. You went out with your friends you had been neglecting. You didn’t see Bucky. You felt better, at least a little bit.

You thought that maybe you would always love Bucky - love the way he touched you, love the way he would lay in your bed for hours and talk about anything and everything, love the way you knew each other inside and out - but you could also move on.

It was possible, you just had to try.

Monday night, you were sitting on the couch watching old TV reruns when you heard a shuffle outside your door.

Knock. Knock. Knock knock knock.

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crazychaoticizzy · 5 months

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The River

Armin X Reader

If I follow you to the river, throw my blues out to the sea, will you stay with me forever? Will you chase me in my dreams?

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, kissing, heartbreak, i didn’t wanna put effort into a summary so I took lyrics from the Daisy Jones & the Six song, btw this is inspired by “The River” by them

Word Count: 2.7k

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There was a river you and Armin would go to. It was just down the road from your small town and always had flowers blooming on the riverbed. You remember the first time Armin asked if you wanted to go there with him when you were eight years old.

“Wanna go somewhere with me?”

“Where?”

“The river. It’s down there.” He had pointed to his left.

“I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

“I just wanted to know where we were going.”

You had already started walking beside him by that point. You looked down at your feet and kicked rocks, your hands in fists in an attempt to keep them warm against the cold atmosphere.

“Grandpa said we had to be back before dinner,” Armin said. He kept with your pace, thought it was obvious he wanted to move a little faster. “He says if we stay out too late we’ll catch a cold.”

“Okay. My mom also said we were coming to your house for dinner and a game or something.”

Armin nodded, turning his head to face you. “Yeah, my grandpa said the same thing.”

He suddenly smiled and grabbed your hand. “Can we race?”

He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, fighting back a smile as he waited for your response. You nodded without a second thought, and moments later dirt and dust were kicked up behind you as you sprinted to the river.

You had slipped and nearly fell in that first time, but the water had frozen over so instead of dipping your feet into it, they slid across the surface.

Armin pulled you back. He’d grabbed you by the wrists and dragged you backward until you looked up at him beneath a leafless tree. You smiled at him and laughed, pushing yourself off the ground and dusting the dirt off yourself.

The two of you sat and talked for hours. You built mock snowmen out of dirt, giving them pebbles for eyes and sticks too big for the figures as limbs. You picked a blade of dead grass out of the ground and gave yours a scarf, smiling at your work.

You had lost track of time that first time. It wasn’t until the natural daylight was nearly gone that you and Armin realized you needed to head back, and you sprinted so you didn’t get in trouble.

Every day after that you went to the river. It didn’t matter how cold or hot it was, how rainy or humid or dry it was, every day you and Armin would meet on the riverbed and talk for hours on end, pushing your worries to the side.

One day, you decided to follow the stream. It led down a hill, pouring out into an area of water not quite big enough to be a lake but not small enough to be a pond.

You will always remember the smile on Armin’s face. So big and bright and perfect. He let out a breath of a laugh, looking at you for a moment before he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the dock.

He jumped in first. You gasped and covered your mouth, not expecting him to do something so spontaneous. It wasn’t cold, but the weather wasn’t ideal for swimming. He must be freezing.

His head popped out of the water, his blond hair sticking to his forehead as he turned to find you. He smiled, awkwardly paddling over to you.

“You should come in,” he said. You knelt down, leaning over the edge of the dock so you could talk to him easier.

“Do you know how crazy that is?”

Armin shrugged. Then he lifted his hand, splashing you with water.

You yelped and jumped back, trying to avoid the cold water. You let out a laugh, looking down at him again as he smiled.

You softly shook your head. You thought yourself insane, absolutely bonkers to be agreeing, but you took your shoes and socks off anyways and stood at the edge.

You took a deep breath, and then another. And then one more for good measure. And another one just in case-

“Stop stalling,” Armin said. You glared at him, making him chuckle. “It really isn’t that bad, I promise.”

You exhaled. Despite the roll of his eyes he gave, you took another deep breath before jumping.

It really was that bad. The water was freezing and it felt like you were being stabbed with a million needles by the time you reached the surface.

God, you regretted it. But seeing Armin smile made it all worth it. You chuckled, and then Armin chuckled, and that was the start of a fit of laughs that continued on even after you had gotten out of the water and retrieved your shoes.

You started going to that little lake, too. Not nearly as often as your spot on the riverbed, but sometimes during the summer the two of you would swim together until your fingers were puny and the sun had set.

It really shouldn’t have been a surprise when you caught feelings for each other, considering how much time you spent together. It wasn’t complicated either. Instead, it was something that happened gradually, something that felt natural. It started with small touches that would grow longer and longer, discreetly sitting closer together until you eventually began sitting in his lap beneath the tree. You would read books together, sometimes eat snacks or meals by the river.

You cherished the river. It was the closest Armin would ever get to the ocean, seeing as he was dirt poor and the chances of him getting out of that poverty were extremely low. Armin loved the sea and the river and the little lake you’d found, and you loved Armin, so you loved the sea and the river and that little lake, too.

Your little situationship solidified when you finally kissed him at sixteen. He had been talking, staring across at the other side of the river as he droned on and on about customers he had encountered that day.

You weren’t paying attention. How could you when the boy you were so in love with looked so pretty?

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. You weren’t sure if it counted as a real first kiss, but the way Armin’s eyes widened in shock made you smile.

He turned to look at you, asking about that kiss. You had shrugged, trying to play it off in case he didn’t like it—in case he didn’t want it.

You left him breathless, his mouth slightly agape before he closed it and swallowed. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he flexed his hand, wrapping his fingers into a fist before stretching them out again and wiping them on his jeans.

“I-I liked it,” he mumbled, and then he looked away and cleared his throat.

You stared at him for a moment, fidgeting with one of the tears in your jeans.

“Do you want another one?”

He paused for a second before nodding, turning his head back to you.

He didn’t kiss back at first, getting used to the feel of your soft lips against his. He wanted to memorize the way they moved against him so much he almost didn’t kiss back at all, but then he felt your hand graze his arm and he pressed against you, pulling you closer.

It was soft and timid. Experimental in the way neither of you did anything but pucker your lips and push them together. You didn’t want to mess it up, and you feared you had before you pulled away and saw the dazed look Armin had on his face.

You smiled, and he smiled too. You remember thinking that this must be the most perfect moment to have ever existed.

“Does this mean we’re . . ?” You left it unsaid, not wanting to push anything if he didn’t want it.

Armin nodded. “If you want.”

You nodded, too. “I do.”

Armin nodded again, not knowing what else to do.

“Will you stay with me forever?” he suddenly asks. He swallows again, and immediately regrets asking because maybe forever is too much of a commitment for what just started.

“Armin.” You gently cupped his cheek with your hand, pressing your forehead against his. Maybe this was too much, maybe it was too much of an intimate moment for people like you, but you did it anyway. “I said I’d follow you anywhere when we were little. I intend to keep that promise for the rest of my life.”

Armin smiled. He remembered when you said that, too. He thought about it every day, wishing that you’d said those words when you were older and had an idea of what love was. But when you made that promise to him, he was over the moon.

You talked about visiting the ocean that day. You suggested that you start saving money so you eventually had enough to travel, to the ocean side. Maybe even live there, if you got lucky.

You agreed, and the next day you brought a used tin to put money in. You and Armin hid it in a tree, which might not have been the best idea but every day when you looked it was still there. Every time you put an amount of money inside it, you and Armin would kiss. You would kiss even if there wasn’t anything to add. Sometimes your kisses would progress, growing steamier along with your need to be closer and closer to Armin.

The thought of true love crossed your mind one night after the two of you had gone skinny dipping (a stupid decision, really, but nothing made it more worth it than the fact that you did it together), and you decided for yourself that you’d found it. Your one true love, forever and ever until death did you part, was Armin Arlert. You were sure of it.

But it wasn’t death that did you part, no. Instead it was something you never saw coming.

At eighteen, one cold day in December, Armin told you he was joining the military the following year.

He gave you no warning. There wasn’t even any indication before then that he had considered enlisting. But here he was, mumbling it against your lips as you kissed.

You had stopped kissing him, pulling away. You could tell from the way he didn’t chase your lips like he normally did that he was expecting you to do that.

You sat up, adjusting the blanket beneath you so you sat on it instead of barely on the corner. Armin followed, biting the inside of his cheek as he awaited your response.

“What do you mean?” You didn’t know what else to say. Your words had been stolen and it felt like your tongue had been cut out with how difficult it was to string that question together.

“I . . . Yeah.” His lips were pressed into a line. He didn’t know what to say either.

“Why?”

Armin shrugged. “I’m never gonna get out of here anyway. And . . . I’d like to see the ocean at least once.”

“So you’re joining the Marines?”

Armin nodded. “That’s what I hope, at least.”

It was silent. For once, you hated that it was quiet. Silences with Armin were never like this. You felt comfortable in his presence all the time, but all you felt now was dread.

“I . . . was also hoping you’d come with me.”

You met his gaze, and looking back he knew in that exact moment what your decision would be before you’d even made it.

You found yourself softly shaking your head. You aren’t even sure when you came to that conclusion, but you knew you couldn’t.

“I can’t. I can’t just leave everything behind, Armin.” You wanted to say something else, but you just trailed off, the words getting lost in your throat.

“Don’t you want to come with me? I know I won’t be there a lot at first, but then I’ll retire and we’ll be living in a new city.” He took hold of your hand. His fingers were cold against your warm ones. His cheeks and nose were pink, and you could tell he was cold. “It’d be a new start, like we said.”

“But . . . Are we just going to leave everything? My parents, your grandpa?” You squeezed his fingers, trying to warm them up, but also trying to convince him not to go. You wanted him to know that what you had was enough. You didn’t care if you never got that fresh start or saw the ocean or saw the world, you just needed him.

“I know, and we’d visit them sometimes.” He squeezed your hands back, scooting closer to you. He lifted a hand and place it on the back of your neck, holding eye contact. “If we stay here, Y/n, we’ll never leave. We’ll never see the ocean or travel the world or do anything else we talked about doing.”

“I don’t care if we never do any of that, Armin,” you say.

“You were the one that always brought it up.”

“Because it made you so happy when we talked about it. I just- I was trying to dream up a future with you.”

Armin lets out a breath, he dropped his head, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“Please don’t make me choose, Armin,” you softly say. “Because I won’t be able to.”

He lifts his head, softly nodding. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles and your fingertips and your wrists before he says, “Then don’t. Stay here. I’m joining the Marines either way, and maybe we can work it out.”

You exhaled, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “Armin . . .”

He hummed, leaning into your touch for the briefest of moments before quickly pressing his lips against yours and standing up. “We should get going. It’s getting late.”

“Armin.” You stood as well, but Armin had already gathered some of what you’d brought and started walking away. “Armin, wait!”

You scrambled to pick up what was left over and catch up to him, but it wasn’t the same after that. There was a divide between the two of you now, one you didn’t know how to fix.

You weren’t sure if that was a break up. All you knew was that the air between you two was more tense. The kisses you shared were shorter and less emotional. They didn’t have that same love and sweetness they once had, and you knew you were losing him. You were losing him, but you didn’t know how to get him back.

You remember softly crying one night. Your mom had heard the sniffles from your room and came to check on you. You told her what you were feeling through your tears and all the advice she offered was, “Life will run its course, sweetheart. People will come and go but that doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.”

The thing was you didn’t want Armin to be something that came and went. You wanted him to stay. You wanted to be able to wake up next to him every morning and say good night every night and be able to say that’s my husband when people asked.

You just wanted him. It didn’t matter how you had him, you just wanted him to be by your side like you had always been at his.

But you didn’t want to leave your family. You didn’t want to become a military wife that waited for her husband to come home for a short amount of time before he left again. You couldn’t do it.

You and Armin didn’t talk about it again, but in the months following it felt like you were growing apart. You stopped kissing and you’d stopped sitting so close. Early in spring, you found yourself waiting for him by the riverbed.

He didn’t come that day. Or the day after. Or the one after that. Or the one after that.

You knew he hadn’t left. You’d seen him in town. You had visited his house. But he never came to the river anymore. You still went everyday, hoping he’d be there. He never was. And he never came.

And then he was gone, and you cried for weeks.

He’d moved on and saw the sea without you all because he went somewhere you weren’t willing to follow.

this was a vision that came to the in the middle of the night and i wrote it in one and a half sittings

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dameronscopilot · 2 years

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Jealous Poe Dameron (NSFW version)

Poe Dameron x f!reader

Following a request for jealous Poe Dameron headcanons (which somehow nearly evolved into a full-fledged fic), I had some more thoughts on the matter, and things took quite a filthy, smutty turn. Read the first part here (fluff and feels).

The good news is that you and Poe have finally gotten your shit together, and you’re officially a thing. The bad news is that you can’t exactly parade around the Resistance base with the leader of Black Squadron hand-in-hand, given that you’re technically still his subordinate.

People accused him of favouritism enough before you were tumbling in the sheets together, after all.

And thus, although Poe Dameron knows you’re his, he still tends to get a bit jealous here and there.

From time to time.

EXPLICIT 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT.

Content: NSFW, smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex, creampies, thigh riding, spit kink, anal sex

Poe knows you only have eyes for him, he really does. He just also wants everyone else to know that, too. He can’t exactly blame the other members of the Resistance for trying to shoot their shot with you; you’re the most beautiful kriffing woman he’s ever seen. And while you don’t love the distress that keeping your relationship a secret brings him…you just really can’t complain about the amount of sex that Poe resorts to in order to fuck through his feelings.

It starts off simply enough: Poe white-knuckles his way through a flirtatious encounter with a mechanic that’s grown to become quite smitten with you. He’s on his best behaviour, really, all things considered. However, when the guy takes it upon himself to try and use fixing a perfectly fine part on your ship as an excuse to stand indecently close to you, well…suddenly Black Squadron has an emergency meeting that the two of you need to get to.

(The Emergency Meeting takes place in a cramped broom closet. The agenda includes: Poe leaving a hot, possessive trail of kisses where the mechanic stained your wrist with oil marks, him slipping off your top to enthusiastically suck on your tits, and finally, the closing remarks—biting down on his goddamn belt to muffle your cries of pleasure as he sloppily, mercilessly fucks your cunt with his tongue.)

The second time, you unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately, really) happen to have caught the eye of one of the newer Generals after pulling a few impressive stunts in the air on your last mission. Poe is understandably jealous, and he just doesn’t like the guy to begin with, so it’s really not surprising when he swipes the keys to his office (and bends you over and fucks you right there on the General’s desk, slamming his throbbing cock into you repeatedly until his cum is pouring out of your cunt and splashing all over the freshly mopped floor.)

The third time…well. It’s been a long time coming, okay? Despite the way you politely continue to turn Foss down, he just won’t give up. The final straw is when the pilot brings you a bouquet of rare flowers he picked for you on his latest off-world mission (and Poe nearly snaps off a knob from where he’s watching in the cockpit of his T-70.) After spending nearly a half hour glaring at the flowers from where they’re sitting on a table across the room in your quarters later that night (they only bloom once every five years, you can’t bring yourself to toss them yet), Poe drags you out of bed under the guise that he wants to show you something in the hangar while everyone else is asleep.

You’re both a little tipsy after indulging in a few drinks, so you’re happy to oblige when Poe dares you to climb up on top of the starfighter parked beside yours—the one that belongs to Foss. However, the laughter dies on your lips when Poe hoists himself up, too, and crawls on top of you. Soft kisses turn desperate as Poe massages your clit, and he nearly shouts loud enough to wake up the entire base when you slide down his pants and begin to deep throat his cock until drool is slipping out of the corner of your mouth. (The next day, when Foss walks into the hangar and says “Good morning” to you, all you can think is that you really fucking hope Poe wiped up the flood cum that came gushing out of your pussy after he fucked you senseless on top of this guy’s goddamn ship.)

One night, when an eager pilot tries to buy you a drink at a rowdy catina, Poe rolls his eyes and scoffs. Feeling feisty, you take a long sip from the drink, not breaking eye contact with your boyfriend the entire time. Poe decides he almost doesn't give a fuck about getting caught anymore when he leads you down into a dark, quiet hallway of the building shortly after and coyly puts two fingers in your mouth. You suck on them eagerly as you grind down against his thigh, and he pushes up the hem of the dress you wore for him with his other hand, moaning as he realizes you didn't bother wearing anything underneath. You're confused for a moment when he reaches over to take a sip of his drink once he's balls deep inside of you, until he nudges you lips open with his fingers again and spits the spotchka into your mouth.

Look. Honestly, you may or may not have developed a bit of a Pavlovian response to the whole thing at this point. Now, as soon as you find yourself in a situation where you know Poe will likely start getting a bit antsy and jealous, you automatically begin to feel your cunt begin to drip with arousal. Then you’re forced to discreetly clench your thighs together to relieve the ache between your legs as you imagine the way Poe will be eagerly sheathing his length inside of your glistening folds the moment he gets you alone.

It doesn’t take long for Poe to become privy to the fucked up pattern that he’s created. One day, when you both stumble into his quarters after a particularly grating meeting with the aforementioned General, you’re busted the moment he slides a hand down the waistband of your pants and realizes that your underwear are completely soaked with your sticky arousal. You come hard on his fingers almost immediately, and a new fire ignites behind his eyes as he murmurs, “You like when I get jealous because you know it means I’m going to fill this pretty pussy up, don't you, sweetheart?” as he pulls you into his lap and plunges his cock inside of you.

Though finding a discreet way to track it down during his down time on a mission was a feat in and of itself, Poe proudly presents you with an oddly-shaped item one night…and a bet. Not one to lose, you spend the next day absolutely feverish with arousal as you meekly try to make your way around the base with the object plugged inside of you. After blowing his load inside of your ass, Poe had slipped the head of it past your sensitive, tight ring of muscle. In theory, the idea of secretly having Poe’s cum sloshing around inside of you all day made you feel downright fucking cock drunk. But in reality, you last less than an hour before you’re dashing into the women’s fresher, shoving down your pants, hardly taking a moment to observe the arousal that’s dripped all down your thighs before pulling out the plug and thrusting your fingers into your needy cunt.

Poe knew this would happen, so he jogs down the hallway and slips into the fresher behind you moments later, swiftly locking the door. He fucks you from behind while you grip the edges of the sink, staring at you in the mirror as he buries his cock in your soaked, fluttering hole and whispers in your ear, “Looks like you need to be filled up again.”

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jenomark · 2 years

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First of all, love to find another mark stan, and also If its not too much trouble (and if its not something you’ve already written) can i have 00 line + mark reaction to cumming to quickly? It can be hot and cute and whatever you see fit, your a great writer so im sure whatever you do will be amazing!! 💛

Mark: "Fuck, you're so hot." Mark said. He rested a hand underneath your belly and pulled you towards him, your knees tugging the sheets from the bed. On all fours, you looked back at Mark sleeving the condom around his hard cock. You felt his hand on the back of your neck as it pushed you down into the mattress, felt how he took both of your wrists and pinned them behind your back. The greatest feeling was when he entered you from behind with one strong pump of his length, and how it pushed your body forward with every sweet inch. Mark let out a whimper of pleasure in perfect time with the sound of his body slapping into yours. "Mark." you moaned his name. His hands gripped your wrists hard as he took long, deep strokes, only a few before he was erupting inside of the condom, his body convulsing from the orgasm. You looked back at him, relishing in the power in knowing that it was your body that made him come that fast. "I'm sorry," Mark groaned. "You're just so sexy."

Renjun: Your hands around his still-soft base, you brought your lips to the head of Renjun's cock. You kissed the tip, sliding your tongue underneath, and looking up to see his eyes roll into the back of his head. His knuckles were bone-white as he gripped the sides of the chair. He used his weight to slightly thrust his length upwards, pushing past your lips and resting on your tongue. You licked down his length, your tongue gliding along the soft skin, and your hand stroking him upwards, until he was fully hard. It was quiet enough in the room that you could hear the wet sticky breaths getting stuck in Renjun's throat. You took his cock past your lips again, fucking him with your mouth. His attention snapped back down to earth as his body started to shake, his knuckles easing up on the chair and scrunching up until they looked like claws. "I'm going to come," Renjun said. A few more licks and strokes and he came fast and hard, too fast to save him from the embarrassment that splashed across his cheeks.

Jeno: It had been weeks since you were privileged enough to see Jeno. It had taken every ounce of restraint you had not to pull him down to the floor and fuck his brains out when you met him at the airport. You were sure it wasn't easy for him either. He was the one who pounced on you first when you made it through the front door, knocking his suitcase over in his bid to pick you up and bring you to the bedroom. "Just rip them off." you told Jeno as he had gotten to your panties. He grabbed the lace and ripped, his tongue sinking down into your bare pussy, teasing and tasting. You pushed him away and swore, knowing that if you didn't have him inside of you, you'd explode. Seeing how hard Jeno was made you glad you were on the same page. You took ahold of his cock and guided him inside of you, not able to wait even a second longer. Jeno moaned as soon as he felt you contract around his length. He barely made it four strokes before he gripped your thighs and told you he was coming. You felt him spill himself inside of you and smiled. He collapsed beside you and laughed. "It's a good thing we have all this time, " you said. "and we can try again. and again. and again."

Haechan: The music was deliberately slow. You tormented Haechan with each sway of your hips, your naked body coming closer and closer but never quite touching him. Tied to a chair, all he could do was watch and feel hopeful that you would touch him soon. You danced around him, your smell hitting him like a cloud of lust. "Fuck." was the only word Haechan could utter as you moved, your hands occasionally brushing a stray whisper of hair from his face, or a bead of sweat that collected at his collarbone. "Soon, baby." you purred. You knelt between his legs and rolled your body over him, your nipples leaving folds in the soft fabric of his shirt. You turned around and let him see your ass and how dangerously near it was to the bulge in his pants. When you finally sat on him and relaxed your body against his, your hips rolling around and pushing your ass against his cock, Haechan let out a sigh of relief. He tugged against his restraints and announced that he had just come. You smiled and kissed the side of his neck. "Pathetic."

Jaemin: You sat across from Jaemin and touched yourself. He was focused solely on you and the way you wound the tips of fingers around your clit, before moving it back down to sit in a pool of your wetness. He was mesmerized by how you could easily arch your back and fuck yourself on your own fingers. You looked down at the half-soft cock he held in his hands and said, "Touch yourself for me, too." As if remembering what he was meant to be doing, Jaemin started stroking his length. You watched him grow harder, watched how he would gently handle his shaft, as if it were a ticking time bomb. You loved the tip of his cock, and he loved when you would swirl your tongue around it, worshipping him. "I want you in my mouth," you said. "Come for me, Jaemin. Let me swallow you." Jaemin looked down at his cock and pumped himself faster. If you were surprised by how fast he made himself come, you didn't show it. He was shaking by the time you moved between his legs and lapped up every last bit of cum.

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tildeathiwillwrite · 18 days

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The Dangers of Jumping

WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 8: Stranded / Team whump / "Is anyone there?!"

Whumpril Day 6 (Dizziness)

WoW Birthday Whump Prompts List

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The Legend of Orian Goldeneye Masterpost

part 2

TW: head injury, concussion, unconsciousness, falling, dizziness, vertigo, environmental whump, blood, bruises

Context: Post-canon one-shot where Jas and Killian explore the universe together. Unfortunately this Jump has already gone south. (have I mentioned that these two are very whumpable?)

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Jas’s head was pounding, like someone was taking a hammer and chisel to her inner skull. She groaned softly, eyes closed as she slowly put her hand up to the source of the pain. It came away warm and sticky. She froze, and her eyes flicked open. She lay on her back on a rough, cold, uneven surface, one of her legs pinned uncomfortably beneath her body. Far above, stars glittered in unfamiliar constellations, with dark clouds obscuring parts of the night sky.

Jas slowly sat up and straightened out, cautiously probing at the wound on the side of her head. It bled heavily, but it wasn’t too big or too deep. The motion made her head spin, and it took her a second to focus on the rest of her surroundings.

She was on a ledge of some kind, bare stone jutting out of a cliff face with scattered tufts of wildflowers. Less than a foot to her right was a sudden drop of at least thirty feet, maybe more. She gasped and scrambled back, the movement not helping with her headache or sense of vertigo. Her rushed action drew her attention to the object in her other hand: a necklace with a glassy green pendant, the chain tangled around her fingers.

This jump-started her panic. “Killian?!” she shouted, glancing around the ledge frantically, although she already knew he wasn’t there. Did he fall? Is he at the bottom of the cliff? Did he not come out of the portal?

Jas touched the side of her head again and winced. The blow to her head, whenever that happened, must’ve been worse than she’d thought. The portal. That was the last thing she remembered, forming a portal and stepping through, Killian at her side. And after… she didn’t know.

Was this how Killian felt all the time? Jas suddenly developed more sympathy for his problems as she pushed herself to her feet, relying heavily on the cliff wall. It sloped up more gently than the drop across from her. She could scale it if necessary. But first, she had to check over the side.

Jas was too dizzy to trust herself to stand so close to the edge, so she went onto her hands and knees and crawled until she could peer over the side without fear of falling. The drop had to be about a hundred feet, but it was hard to tell from this angle because a thick forest of pine trees carpeted the base of the cliff and blocked the view of the ground.

Far off in the distance was a faint orange glow, almost absorbed by the forest, one that wavered and flickered like a fire. A camp, maybe? Hopefully, it was civilization and not a forest fire. Jas continued scanning the forest, searching for any other signs of life. She might have to wait until sunrise, she couldn't see much of anything in the dark.

When she was going to give up and wait until morning, a small splash of color caught her eye. Was that Killian’s jacket?

She squinted. It certainly looked like it. The jacket was torn up, dangling from broken branches several layers deep in the closest pine tree. Killian must’ve fallen through the tree, the branches breaking his fall and tearing his jacket from him. His bag shouldn't be too far away.

Jas sighed sharply through her nose. I have to get down there, don't I?

She glanced around the ledge. Her headache was beginning to subside, the wound scabbing over and matting her hair into a red mess. Unfortunately, there wasn't any simple way down other than… jumping.

Jas sighed through her nose sharply before slipping Killian’s pendant over her head and rising to her feet. She backed up, cursing herself with each step she took. This is so stupid, you’re gonna kill yourself, or break something, or—

She sprinted and leaped off the ledge. Time seemed to slow as she sailed through the air.

Jas braced herself for the impact, but it still took her breath away when she crashed into the tree, its thin branches snapping under her weight. She flailed, trying to grab something, anything to slow her fall.

Her fingers wrapped around a thick branch, and she jerked to a stop, nearly dislocating her shoulder in the process. “Oww…” she mumbled. She would be finding bruises for the next week from this. “Okay, jacket.”

She’d aimed for the tree next to the one where Killian’s jacket had gotten caught, so it was only a matter of maneuvering and balancing precariously on branches before she snatched it from the tree’s grasp. Slinging it over her shoulder, Jas began to descend, taking care that she did not fall the rest of the way like Killian had.

Pine needles crunched underfoot as she dropped the remaining feet from the lowest branch. She paused, squinting. It was a lot darker down here than on the cliff face; the tall trees blocked out the light of the stars. So, despite having a rough idea of where to look, it still took almost two excruciating minutes before she found Killian.

He was crumpled at the base of the tree like a discarded toy, covered in dozens of cuts and bruises. He was unconscious, naturally, but his chest rose and fell slowly. Still alive, at least.

Jas nudged him with her foot. “Killian?”

He didn’t move.

She poked him again, harder. No response. “Damnit,” she muttered, “why do you have to be so delicate?”

Killian offered no answer, so Jas glanced around until her eyes fell on his bag lying a few feet away. “Well…” she said aloud as she picked it up and slung it over her head and shoulder, “I have no clue where we are, and there’re signs of life off that way—” she waved vaguely in the direction of the flickering glow— “and we’re pretty much stranded until your Pendant resets.”

Jas crouched beside him and, with much effort, lifted him over her head and across her shoulders. “And,” she grunted, straightening up, “there are probably things in this forest other than us.

“So if you think I’m leaving you behind,” she finished as she started walking, “you’d be dead wrong.”

Perhaps ‘dead’ was a poor choice of words. But it wasn’t like anyone but the trees could hear Jas anyway.

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letswritebangtan · 2 years

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It's Just Water | Jeon Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Synopsis: y/n can't get over her fear of the water, but maybe former swim team captain and current swim coach Jeon Jungkook can help her.

part 1

part 2 (read here!)

A/N: I am so excited to bring you It's Just Water because I can very much imagine Jungkook being a professional swimmer. I can never stop myself from including a best friend Taehyung because he's just perfect for it. Anyway, part 2 will be coming very soon and it'll be all the more spicy than the first part. Like, reblog or even just leave a note because it would really make my day and hopefully give me the power to write part 2 as well hehe. Thank you all for reading my works so far, sending love to each and every one of you. x

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"Take my hand." Jungkook whispered already reaching out towards yours.

He grasped it gently and led you towards the water. Your breath hitched and you weren't sure if it was because you were afraid of the water or if it was because Jeon Jungkook was holding your hand. You shut your eyes tightly as you inched towards the water. The scent of chlorine in the air was thick, the air was humid and the noise of splashing water was hard to ignore.

"It's okay, it won't hurt you. And I won't let go, not until you tell me to." he encouraged.

Your eyes opened again and met with his doe black ones watching you with caution and a tinge of worry. The water was softly lapping at your toes as you stood at the edge of the pool. All you had to do was get in. Into the water. It's not like coach was asking you to jump off a springboard high up in the air. You just had to insert yourself into the square. That was all. It's just water y/n.

"Yes, it's just water." Jungkook smiled and laughed along softly.

Did you say that out loud? Fuck. Now he's laughing.

"It's not funny." you snapped suddenly.

His doe eyes lifted up suddenly alarmed by your reaction.

"I-I wasn't- it's not." he agreed quickly.

You ignored his pleading gaze and glared at the water instead. You weren't angry at him. You were angry with this godforsaken irrational fear that you have failed to beat since you were four. It ends now. You took several deep breaths and huffed and puffed the air out of your lungs. You were quite unaware of how long you have been standing at the edge of the pool and possibly making a fool out of yourself in front of the entire classroom but you didn't care. You were going to get into this damn pool.

Just as you found the strength to put one foot out and lean forward that feeling of dread washed over you again but it was too late. You were falling.

"No wait!" you screamed as you expected the water to swallow you whole, but you didn't even come close.

Jungkook had his arm wrapped around your side, his hand still holding yours despite how tightly you may have been gripping it. You looked at him, panicked. He smiled and slowly led you a few steps back, away from the water. You stood there for a couple seconds, letting the embarrassment of the entire situation wash over you. He was still standing there. Why is he still standing there god dammit?

"You didn't tell me to let go. So I didn't." he said softly.

He was looking at you intently. Like he was making sure you were okay. Also, why couldn't you control what you did and did not say out loud?

"Oh." was all you could say as the two of you stared at each other in silence. He was still holding your hand. Ah shit.

"Y-You can let go." you stammered releasing your grip on his hand.

"Right, of course." he said clearing his throat awkwardly and looking towards the pool.

"Jeon! Supervise the next few laps, let's keep this going." coach yelled suddenly blowing that painfully annoying whistle.

Jungkook perked up and yelled a quick 'yes coach' and turned to you. You were standing with your arms crossed avoiding his gaze and everyone else's across the room. You felt pathetic.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked kindly.

"Just leave, Jungkook."

You caught a glimpse of the disappointment that flashed across his features before he nodded and walked off to wherever he needed to be. Stupid captain of the swim team. He probably thought you were such a loser.

"He's stupid hot, that's for sure." your best friend chimed in out of absolutely nowhere.

"Stop reading my mind!" you said punching his arm.

"It's hard not to when you literally speak it, y/n. Also what was that?" he added dramatically.

"What was what?" you muttered as you walked with Taehyung over to the side to wallow in shame.

"I sensed a lot of tension. 70% sexual." he said casually.

"Shut the hell up, Taehyung." you hissed, "He was doing his job. You know, making sure I didn't drown."

"Sure, y/n. Next thing you know you're making out in the pool and you're telling me it's his job to help you hold your breath long enough to stay underwater-"

You brought the towel off your shoulders to whip it across Taehyung's face making him dramatically cry out and wince so loud it echoed across the entire pool.

Your cheeks flushed red as you looked away pretending not to know him while Taehyung's demeanour did a complete 180 before that boxy grin was back on his face and he was exclaiming to everyone around him that he was okay.

You sighed. Sometimes you can't stand this dork.

Soon swimming period was over. You thanked the gods you only had to do this once every two weeks which increased your chance of survival slightly. You were pretty sure if Jungkook hadn't held on to you and brought you back to safety it would have been a much worse debacle that would have had you walking out of the room drenched and in shame. You wanted to thank him for it, but it was too weird. He probably didn't care. He was the former captain of the swim team who graduated last year and is for some reason back at this stupid high school teaching his juniors to swim. He's assisting the coach for a couple months before he's offered a contract to teach swimming full time, so you've heard. You couldn't imagine how someone could love swimming so much, how they could love being in the water so much. It terrified you. You shuddered without realising, making Taehyung quirk an eyebrow at you.

"Hey, are you really okay? I'm sorry I didn't realise how scary that must have been for you." he said looking at you while you stuffed your swim clothes into your locker.

You sighed and shut the locker door, then smiled softly at your best friend.

"It's okay. Do I feel like an idiot? Yes, but that's my fault. Not yours." you said as you started walking, making him follow you.

"You're not an idiot, y/n-"

"I didn't say I was one, just said I felt like one."

Taehyung rolled his eyes and shoved you slightly towards the library doors. The two of you took your usual spots in a less crowded corner and pulled out study materials from your bags.

"My point is, having an irrational fear is normal. If you ask me, I think it's a crime that the school still makes you attend swim lessons." he said slapping a page of his textbook open.

You chuckled as you flipped through the pages of your novel preparing to have a relaxing free period after the traumatic episode.

"Yeah, why couldn't I have just been scared of spiders or heights or something." you huffed.

"Aren't you scared of spiders?"

"Ye-that's not the point!"

"Shh!" you heard the librarian call out from her desk. But when you looked up you felt some of the colour drain from your face.

Jeon Jungkook. He was at the librarian's desk. He was standing there with his freshly styled hair after the swim session in his joggers and his stupid swim team jacket leaning against the counter looking straight at you while the librarian you managed to piss off was at her chair sending you a warning stare. Why is he always there to witness these embarrassing moments.

You swear you saw him laugh softly making you tear your gaze away from him and bury your nose into your book. That asshole. How dare he laugh at you. Meanwhile, Taehyung was snickering softly while highlighting his textbook a neon pink.

"If I could curse him, I would." you mumbled.

"He's not that bad, he saved your life a few hours ago remember?"

"Oh please, someone else would have saved me if he wasn't around."

"Really? Sure as hell wouldn't have been me."

"I wouldn't be caught dead being saved my someone who uses neon pink to highlight his notes."

"Hey, boys can like pink you know! Speaking of which I think that's your lover boy's favourite colour." he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"What?" you laughed softly. "How do you know? Also don't call him that." you threatened at the end.

Taehyung shrugged, "Could tell by the way he was looking at you in your pink swimsuit earlier."

"Taehyung!" you exclaimed as you smacked him.

"Ahem."

A voice sent chills down your spine as both you and Taehyung jumped in your seats slightly to look at the person standing at your table.

"I've been told to tell you guys that this isn't the cafeteria, it's the library. Ms Chen's words, not mine." Jungkook said raising his hands up defensively.

You wanted to dig yourself a hole and then die in it. You were so loud that Jeon Jungkook had to come over and quiet you down. Personally.

"Sorry, Mr Jeon. y/n and I just seem to be having a disagreement. We'll keep it out of the library." Taehyung said confidently.

There's just something about attractive men, and confidence. Your best friend was attractive no doubt. But were you attracted to him? Absolutely not. Taehyung is an idiot. Possibly the idiot of all idiots but you loved him, as a friend. And right now, you wished you could unfriend him instead.

"Oh, what about? Sorry I realise that's intrusive. Just let me know if I can help out with anything." Jungkook said smiling politely.

"Actually, Mr Jeon," Taehyung piped in making you send him warning glares, "y/n thinks boys can't like pink. She's being sexist."

"Taehyung." you growled under your breath.

Jungkook's eyes widened in amusement and you could just feel his stare on you.

"Is that true, y/n?" he asked with a small lopsided smile on his face.

"Wha-no! I never said-"

"Those are hurtful words, y/n. Especially since pink's my favourite colour." he said placing both arms on the table in front of you casually.

Your eyes finally met his during the entire conversation. He was looking at you so endearingly. His stare caused this bubbly feeling in the pit of your stomach and you liked it so much that you feared liking it a bit too much. He was very obviously teasing you, and you loved it and hated it at the same time. God how is he doing this.

"I didn't mean...it is?" you asked your tone breathless from how much his gaze alone was suffocating you.

His smile morphed into a tiny smirk and it was probably the most attractive thing you've ever seen. This wasn't the Jeon Jungkook you knew last year. He's a man now. He's also your swim coach. Fuck he's your swim coach. Oh god no.

"Yes, the colour of pink rose petals to be exact."

What the hell why was he telling you this. The swimsuit. Your swimsuit was the colour of pink rose petals. Son of a bitch.

You gave him a tight lipped smile and sat back in your seat, bringing your novel to your chest acting as if you were prepared to go back to reading.

"That's a lovely colour, Mr Jeon." you said avoiding his gaze.

He watched you intently, soon realising the two of you weren't the only ones at the table before he cleared his throat.

"Yes it certainly is. And I didn't come here just to follow through with Ms Chen's orders, so y/n I need to see you in my office after school. That okay?"

What. What? What!

"I- oh, yes sure." you stammered, realising your confidence from a moment earlier was only fleeting.

"Great, I'll see you then. Taehyung, you've got a bit of highlighter on your cheek." he pointed out with a smile before leaving.

"Holy hell y/n that man wants you." Taehyung blew out a whistle.

"What the fuck is wrong with you he's my swim coach! My teacher! This is so inappropriate." you freaked out your voice the sound of a whisper.

"Man he really got your panties in a twist, huh? Look at you, you're falling apart."

"Don't talk about my fucking panties Taehyung. Why does he want to see me? God, he held my hand today, then he caught me by the waist and just now he's here self-proclaiming his love for pink rose petals fuck-"

"Hey, hey! y/n, calm down. Listen, it's Jungkook, okay? We've known him for forever. He was a year above us so it's not weird, you guys practically went to school together. Also he's probably only a year older than you. But on another note, I'm sure he has a valid reason for calling you in okay? He's a good guy, I don't think he has bad intentions." Taehyung said as he placed his hands on your shoulders to calm you down.

You sighed, burying your face in the palms of your hands. "Really?"

"Yes, really. He was in my French class last year for extra credit. Competitive swimming is time consuming apparently."

"Of course it is." you rolled your eyes at him.

"The point being, I was with him in that class and he was a nice guy. I was even friends with him at one point."

"Excuse me what? Why the hell am I just hearing about this?"

Taehyung smirked, "You would have loved to have me introduce you because you've had a crush on him for years, is that why you're upset?"

"Taehyung I will walk all the way back to my locker, grab my sports towel, walk back in here and whip the hell out of you if you don't quit it." you seethed.

"Okay, wrong joke for the wrong time." he swallowed thickly. "So, basically he's a hottie and he's nice. He respects women and he swims. What more could you ask for y/n?"

"You sure you're not the one who has a crush on him, Tae?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

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It was 5pm. You were walking to Jeon Jungkook's office. It felt like you were approaching your doom.

"Snap out of it, y/n. It's just Jungkook." you told yourself.

Yes, it was just Jungkook. The Jungkook you've had a crush on for five years. The Jungkook who once let you use the boys locker room toilets because the girls one was locked for some reason. That's a story for another time. But hell, you were going to see Jeon Jungkook. In his office. Ah crap.

"Come in." he answered a few seconds after you knocked on his door.

You shimmied inside and stood at the door awkwardly waiting for his instruction.

"You can close the door. Those god damn flies always make it in during summer."

You laughed softly and shut the door before taking a seat in front of his desk. He was still putting away some papers in some boxes behind him, grunting as he did so.

"Sorry y/n, just give me a minute."

"That's fine!" you said a bit enthusiastically and forced yourself to shut up after.

You saw the corner of his mouth lift up for a brief second before frowning at the boxes in front of him. His office looked like how any sports coach's office would look. Medals, trophies, swim team pictures. He had a lot of achievements that's for sure. You remembered watching him once. It was a big event. He was representing the school for the first time, and he was a young boy that held so much promise. It was the first year our school had won. Everyone was beaming with pride. But you watched Jungkook carefully. You saw the look in his eyes. He looked so frightened you thought he might just throw up. You saw how he masked it so quickly, and went back to sinking in all the glory. Every year since, that fear you saw him mask looked more and more practised. You didn't know why you were at every game. You just were.

"So! y/n..." he said smiling as he chucked a box away and put a file on his desk, looking at you.

You flinched slightly at his enthusiasm and smiled back politely.

"Am I in trouble, Mr Jeon?"

He chuckled, "Well, not really. Okay maybe a little."

His words had you tense and as soon as he saw the worried look on your face he laughed again to reassure you.

"No it's alright, it's nothing serious. Here, I was just looking for your student file. It was buried quite deep in there so I'm assuming sports isn't your forte."

"Ouch, words hurt Mr Jeon." you winced.

He laughed again, making you smile. "Sorry, that was mean. But in all seriousness y/n, you're sorta kinda failing swim class." he said regretfully.

You scoffed, "Yeah I wouldn't be surprised."

"I know of your....um..."

He looked so unsure you decided to save him the embarrassment.

"My fear of the water, yes."

He smiled awkwardly and nodded. "Yes, I can't say I understand how it feels but I saw the look in your eyes today and you were terrified. I'm sorry I put you through that."

You looked down, feeling pathetic again. "It's fine, you didn't know."

"So I proposed an idea, to the school."

You looked at him again, his eyes gleaming with excitement to tell you whatever news he has. He took your silence as a cue to continue.

"I told them instead of teaching you how to swim, I'd teach you to get over your fear of water. They've been approaching it all wrong. So I'm willing to help you, if that's something you're interested in."

You stared at him in shock. So Jungkook basically went up to the entire school board to tell them that he personally wanted to teach you to get over your fear of the water.

"What?" you spluttered. "Teach me to get over my fear? That's impossible, Mr Jeon, with all due respect, I've tried. I have been trying all my life it's just not as easy as you think-"

"I never said it was easy. And it's also not impossible. I can help you, if you'd let me. You just have to trust me y/n. It'll only be for this semester and if by the end of it you feel like it isn't working we'll stop. It also gives me a way to assess you. I'll come up with tasks and as you complete each of them you'll build up a score that I can use to add to your report card."

"But why?" you asked.

Jungkook seemed a little confused. "Why? Because I don't want you to fail swim class."

"And why don't you want me to fail swim class? I'm just another student. If I fail, then I fail. What's it to you?" you fired at him. You didn't realise how rude you sounded until it came out of your mouth.

Jungkook looked slightly taken aback, but his response was calm.

"Because I love to swim y/n. And it pains me to see someone so scared of the water. It's a beautiful thing, if you allow yourself to see it."

You chewed on your lip as you processed all this new information. Jungkook was asking you if he could get rid of your fear. In normal circumstances, you wouldn't mind saying yes. But it was Jungkook. You'd have alone time with Jungkook five days of the week for two hours. You might as well fuck him at this point. NO. Okay, retrace. That sounds like something Taehyung would say. You made a mental note not to hang out with him anymore.

"y/n? Look, I'm sorry if this is too forward I just thought-"

"Sure."

Jungkook looked at you almost surprised. "Sure...you'll do it?"

"Yeah. What have I got to lose?"

Jungkook beamed at you as he closed your file and set it to the side.

"Great! So we'll start tomorrow. Also I forgot to mention this means you don't have to go to regular swim classes anymore so that's a plus."

You giggled at how happy he seemed telling you that. "That's good news, Mr Jeon."

He smiled fondly at you before looking down briefly.

"Okay then, dismissed. Or whatever teachers say. Sorry, I'm still getting used to this." he said laughing nervously.

You stood up to gather your things and smiled at him.

"I think you're doing good. Everyone seems to like you."

"They do?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah I mean, you're basically a student too. I guess that makes you more familiar."

"Right." he said shortly. "And what did you think of me?"

Jungkook caught you off guard. What do you think of him? Who even asks that?

"I- excuse me?" you asked a little bit startled.

"I-I mean, sorry, I should have phrased that better. I mean, how are you finding swim classes with me as assistant coach? Would you say it was better without me?" he asked sheepishly.

You giggled as you slung your bag across your shoulder, "I think I'm the wrong person to ask, Mr Jeon."

He laughed and nodded, "That bad, huh?"

"Well I'm hoping you can change that."

Jungkook looked up at you from his seat, looking like he was about to say something, but stopped himself.

"Mr Jeon?"

"Yeah?" he said snapping out of it.

"I'm sorry, about earlier." you added.

He stood up and walked over to the front of his desk, leaning back against it with his arms crossed. Why did he have to come closer god dammit?

"What about? If it's the library it's fine, Ms Chen shushes like fifty people a day she doesn't take it personally."

You laughed and shook your head, making him smile.

"No I- well sorry about that too but, I just, I shouldn't have called you by your name. You know, at the pool. It was...well it wasn't right."

Jungkook smiled kindly, "It's okay, y/n. You'd been through a lot."

You scoffed, "Well that's just the thing isn't it, it's not a lot. It's just water!"

"You could say that about anything, you know? It's just spiders. It's just the dark. It's never just anything. If you stop thinking of water as something that's against you, you can let it in. Then maybe you won't be so afraid anymore."

Your gaze met his. He wasn't just looking at you. He was staring.

"I-maybe." you mumbled looking away.

He smiled and pushed himself off the desk, holding the door open for you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, y/n. And if you chicken out, I will fail you."

"Alright, alright." you grumbled as you walked towards the exit.

Jungkook chuckled inwardly as he saw your defeated expression.

"Thanks, Mr Jeon."

"You know I think I actually prefer Jungkook."

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You thought when Jungkook said you didn't have to attend regular swim sessions it meant you had a two hour free period that day. Turns out, you just had to sit there and watch everybody swim. Including Jungkook. And damn did everyone love watching him swim. He cut through water like it was nothing. It was like he wasn't even there. He would just dive in, disappear, and then reappear at the end. And he always won. Of course, everyone cheered for him whenever he did a demonstration. The look of embarrassment on his face after was adorable. What you didn't understand was why his eyes would search for your after every stunt he pulled. Was he showing off? Jeez.

Coach asked you to take down notes of whatever you learned during each swim class since you weren't going to swim. They would be assessed, apparently. God knows how, but at this point you were just doodling mini drawings of a swimming pool. The book was snatched out of your hands causing you to leave a long pencil stroke across the page. You looked up and it was Jungkook in front of you. Shirtless. Body dripping with water. Abs practically in your face. You choked on your breath and stood up so that you were closer to eye level with him.

"That was rude." you complained. "Can I please have my notes back? I'm trying to learn over here."

Jungkook smiled in amusement as he held the notebook higher and inspected it.

"A very accurate piece on modern water sport, Ms y/n. Very commendable." he joked.

You scoffed at him, a small smile playing on your lips.

"I don't know what he expects me to do! Make notes? What do I even say? That coach blows his whistle way too much for his own good? It can distract a swimmer's performance you know? Actually wait, give me that back I should write this down."

Jungkook laughed and gave the note book back to you, watching you scribble your genius idea of a note.

"I'm going to ace this." you said smiling in satisfaction once you wrote it down.

"Not so fast, everything's easier when you're not in the water."

"Just let me have this, Mr Jeon." you groaned.

He chuckled. "Jungkook," he corrected. "And I'll see you after school. Don't be a chicken!" he yelled as he scurried back off to the water.

You rolled your eyes and plopped back into your seat. Stupid water loving man.

When school was over you dragged your feet to your locker knowing full well this wasn't the end of the day. Why did you even agree to this? It's not like you wanted to be able to swim that bad. And you just sacrificed ten hours of your life weekly. That's about 40 hours in a month. That's 480 hours a year. You groaned as you very unwillingly took your swimsuit out of your locker. Taehyung wouldn't miss your misery for the world, so he was standing right next to you gloating about how he could go home and eat French fries while playing Overwatch.

"It's kinda like a date."

"It's not a date." you grumbled.

"He offered to teach you. Personally. One to one. For free."

"Look Taehyung, if you don't get out of here I will drag you to these classes myself."

"And ruin your date? I don't think so. I'm not into being a third wheel."

You sighed, giving up. You weren't ready to spend two hours alone with Jungkook. More so in a pool. God did you hate the pool.

"Besides, I've got a date."

Your eyes snapped up to your best friend's face.

"A date? With who? Is this person clinically okay?"

"Oh shut up y/n, I'm hot, if you haven't noticed. And many people would love to date me."

You chuckled, satisfied you got on his nerves. "So who is she? Or he, actually."

"It's a she. Her name is Dahyun and she asked me out." Taehyung said crossing his arms and leaning against his locker.

"Impressive. Dahyun's pretty popular for her year. Never knew she was into older guys but I'm not surprised."

"I hope she's not a bore." Taehyung sighs.

"You'll be fine. That's what dates are for. Let me know how it goes, I gotta run."

"Oh yes, your date with your swim coach. Don't wanna be late."

"One day, I will murder you."

"Have fun!"

As you entered the space the smell already made you sick to the stomach. Jungkook didn't seem to be here yet which was great because that gave you time to change. You walked into the changing room and put on your pink swimsuit. Did you do it on purpose? Maybe. But did you also only have one swimsuit? Yes. Why the hell should you have more anyway. You hated the water. As you put your belongings in the sports lockers you heard footsteps entering the pool. It was probably Jungkook. You quickly finished up, tied your hair into a ponytail and stepped back out. And there he was. Stretching by the side lines, a loose black t-shirt covering the upper half of his body and his swim tracks underneath. He stood upright just as he saw you and grinned.

"You're early. I'm surprised."

"I may be a bad swimmer but I'm a good student." you retorted.

"Of course." he agreed. He paused to take off his shirt and throw it onto a bench before he walked towards the water and beckoned you to follow him.

You gulped, this was going to be intense.

"So, y/n, are you ready?"

"Not in the slightest, no."

He chuckled and turned his body to face you.

"We'll start slow. And if you ever need a time out, the word is bubbles. Okay?"

You couldn't stop your smile from emerging at his use of the word bubbles but you nodded and Jungkook began.

"Let's start by sitting at the edge of the pool." he said already moving to sit down.

You swallowed and managed to follow him by sitting on the floor, but your legs folded and pressed to your chest.

"One at a time." he encouraged softly, looking at you.

You took in a deep breath and slowly inserted your left leg into the water. It wasn't so bad when you were sitting. When it began to get a little bit scary, it was almost as if Jungkook knew. He held your left hand tightly in his.

"I won't let go. Not until you tell me to."

You let out a shuddering breath. "It's cold." you said trying to lighten the mood for yourself.

Jungkook chuckled, "Sorry ma'am should I have gotten a hot tub instead?"

You smacked his arm with your free hand.

"Did you just suggest we get into a hot tub together?"

It was the first time you saw Jungkook flush, and you wanted to laugh at how cute he looked.

"It was a joke."

"Yeah." he huffed sounding almost relieved.

Before you knew it both your legs were in the water.

"I'm-I'm in. Sort of, halfway. But my legs are in." you said in disbelief.

Jungkook smiled and chuckled softly. "Yeah, you are."

You didn't realise how close his body was to yours until your own shook with the rumble of his laughter. You must have inched closer when you were trying to force your legs in. He was still holding your hand, your other gripping his bicep. not on purpose

You slowly moved your legs around in the water. Swishing it here and there, and Jungkook did the same. At one point, your toes bumped into one another making the two of you laugh.

"Shall we move on?" he asked, turning to face you.

When you did the same, your faces were so close it took you by surprise. Jungkook's expression changed, he was studying your features. His gaze moved down to your lips for a fleeting second before forcing itself back to your eyes. You smiled ever so slightly and nodded.

"What's next?" you whispered.

Jungkook swallowed, and moved so that he could slowly insert himself into the water. He was still holding your hand.

"Now try to lower yourself in."

"J-Jungkook-"

"It's okay, I'm here. You can't fall, because I'm here to catch you. No matter what."

You looked into his eyes, unsure.

"I-I can't, Jungkook I'll drown. I can't stand it's too deep-"

"It's not, y/n. Look, over there, see that number?"

You saw the number engraved onto the wall. 4 feet.

"It's impossible. You're way taller than four feet. You can stand. y/n this whole pool is made for your safety. It's maths."

It made sense. Your head would be above water. But what if you lose balance?

"Okay, here," Jungkook said as he jumped out of the pool, hand still holding yours as he pulled you up with him.

He made you stand in front of him, chests nearly touching but not quite.

"Is this okay?" he asked carefully as his one hand hovered over your waist.

You nodded looking up at him. He carefully placed his hand there, his eyes not leaving yours the entire time.

"Can I let go? Just for a second." he said softly, referring to your hands.

You nodded again. He let go and placed his other hand on your waist. You didn't know where to look. You didn't know how to breathe. You were so close you could feel his warmth.

"The water stops here." he said moving his hand from your waist and placing his hand outwards and against your arm to mark the water level.

He put his hand back on your waist and held it a little firmer than before.

"And no matter what happens, I've got you. Okay? I'll hold you in place. Just for 60 seconds. Is that okay?"

You bit your lip and nodded. "Yeah okay." you said breathlessly.

Jungkook guided you to the water again. He jumped in easily, but he made you sit down like before. He put his hands on your waist again, and you rested yours on his shoulders.

"On the count of three, I'll bring you in okay? Just hold on to me."

You nodded nervously as your eyes darted everywhere. You were really doing this. You were going into the water.

"y/n, look at me."

So you did. He was watching you carefully. His kind eyes reassured you.

"Just look at me, don't think about anything else. I'll support you. Just focus on that."

"Okay." you said in a strained voice.

"One.

Two.

Three."

You were going in. This is it. This is how you die.

"Nononono wait, I can't. I can't-JUNGKOOK!"

"Shhhh, y/n-"

"Get me OUT! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." you cried as you practically clung onto your swim coach with your arms around his neck and your face buried in his chest.

You started to kick and struggle, but Jungkook didn't budge. Man he was strong.

"Jungkook I can't do this. Please get me out, please please please. Jeon Jungkook if you don't get me out right now I will come for you and your family do you hear me?! I'm not playing!"

"y/n!" he yelled suddenly, silencing you.

You stared at him blankly as he looked down at you.

"y/n for god's sakes you're in the water. You did it. You're standing. Look." he nudged his head downwards so that you would too.

And there they were. Your feet on the pool floor, your head above water, and Jungkook's hands on your waist.

"I...those are mine?" you asked stupidly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and laughed, "Yes, dummy. Those are your feet."

"They look so pretty, in the water." you droned off, still in shock that you were standing in a pool.

"You are." Jungkook mumbled without hesitation.

"What?" your head snapped up.

"Nothing, you passed the first lesson. Good job."

"Wait, there's more? I thought you were just supposed to get me in the water!"

"That wasn't the deal, I was supposed to help you get over your fear. You're telling me that if I let you go you won't freak?"

"Of course not, I'm already in the water I'm all set."

"Okay, if you say so." Jungkook said as he slowly started to release his grip on you.

"No wait, NO! DON'T LET GO." you cried, pressing your body closer to his.

You felt Jungkook grunt and exhale sharply. You looked up to see if he was okay, only to find your lips inches apart. You looked down at them and you felt Jungkook's grip on you tighten. A small force from the water pushed at you from the back making you move closer to him causing your lips to brush. Your eyes closed instinctively but the next thing you know Jungkook is lifting you by the waist to seat you at the edge of the pool. You stare at him in confusion as he pushes himself up to the surface and walks past you to get his things.

"Today was good progress. We'll continue tomorrow. I'll wait for you to use the girls locker room, and I'll lock up after." he said not sparing you a glance as he grabbed his towel and trudged off to the men's shower room.

You were trying to catch your breath. So your lips touched. No big deal. It's just what swim coaches do with their students. You weren't mad at Jungkook for holding back because you understood his predicament. But you were also mad because you were petty. If that's the game he wanted to play then you were going to push him, see how much he could resist you. You got into the shower and did a quick clean. You blow dried your hair and put on the matching bra and underwear set you brought with you and grabbed a bottle of lotion. You emptied the contents into the toilet bowl feeling bad that it was going to waste but you were on a mission. You did one last twirl of your hair before walking out of the girl's locker room and into the men's. Jungkook was sitting there on the bench using his phone and looked up as soon as he heard your footsteps. As soon as his eyes landed on you, you could hear his heartbeat stop. He froze, unable to stop himself from raking his eyes up and down your body.

You smiled innocently and held up the empty lotion bottle.

"They were all out of lotion, I was wondering if the men's room had some." you asked sweetly.

Jungkook looked like a deer caught in headlights, and it was so amusing you had to stop yourself from laughing. He got up slowly and you saw how hard it was to tear his gaze from you.

"L-Lotion?" he squeaked before clearing his throat and walking over to the cabinet.

He pulled out a bottle and as soon as he turned around you were standing in front of him in such close proximity. You took the lotion out of his hands and smiled sweetly as you patted his chest.

"Thank you, Mr Jeon."

You turned around and moved to the bench, aware that Jungkook was still frozen in place. You placed one foot on the bench and started to apply the lotion on your outstretched leg, and finally your whole body.

Jungkook didn't say a word. He tried to look away, but for some reason there was nowhere else to look. When you were done, you stood up straight, put your hands on your hips and twirled your hair with your fingers.

"Aw I think I forgot to bring a pair of clothes. Do you happen to have any extra?" you asked casually.

Jungkook frowned, his arms crossed over his chest.

"What happened to your uniform?"

You shrugged, "Must have lost it."

Jungkook's mouth gaped slightly at your attitude, soon he was clenching it shut. He walked to his bag and pulled out his emergency set of clothes and held it out to you.

You smiled and thanked him before raising your arms over your head and draping his t-shirt over yourself. It was massive, but god was it comfortable. You slipped on his shorts, they were tight fitted so they shaped your legs and butt nicely. You made a mental note to buy mens tights, they looked better. Jungkook's gaze never left you this time around. His face looked troubled and his eyes were piercing.

"I'm good to go." you shrugged, flashing him another innocent smile.

Jungkook sighed and grabbed his things rather roughly and unexpectedly grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the locker room and out of the pool. You stood behind him, watching as he locked up. When he was done he turned around and looked down at you.

"Thanks for the lesson, coach." you piped up. "I'm really proud of what I did today."

His eyes softened for a second and he nodded, "Yeah, you should be. Tomorrow we'll work on holding your breath underwater. Don't be a-"

"I'm not a chicken! Did you not see what I managed to do today? For eighteen years I couldn't even bring myself to touch the water but today I stood in it. So no, I absolutely will not chicken ou-"

His lips. His lips were on yours. It drove you insane. Your hands latched onto his neck and his arms went to your waist. It was just like in the pool. Your hands threaded through his hair, and it was almost like something in him snapped. He kissed you harder, held you tighter.

"y/n," he said breathless in between kisses, "you knew what you were doing to me, didn't you?"

"What do you mean?" you gasped when he moved his lips to your neck and let his head rest there.

"I'm your swim coach, y/n."

"And you were in my Biology class a year ago."

"Well that was a year ago y/n, I'm a teacher now." he said pulling back to look at you, a pained expression on his face.

"You're my student."

"No I'm not." you snapped. Something about that sentence ticked you off, and you didn't like it.

"y/n-"

"If this matters so much to you then why did you just kiss me?"

He was quiet, seeming like he had his own battle going on in his mind.

You scoffed, "You know what? I'm not doing this, Jungkook. Not like this. I've liked you for years, and the first time I learn you like me back it's when you're telling yourself you can't be with me. I don't deserve that. You're either in this or you aren't. I can't just have you kissing me when you feel like it."

You tore his arms off your waist and picked up your bag.

"y/n, wait." he said as he held onto your wrist. You stopped moving to look at him.

"I-god y/n. You have no idea." he sighed.

You raised your eyebrow at him in irritation, and he pulled you to him again by your waist.

"Jungkook-" you started to fight.

"Why do you think I offered to help you? Of all people in this school, I chose to do this for you. It's because I'm crazy about you, y/n." he confessed.

You just stood in silence, waiting for him to continue.

"The day you walked out of my office I nearly punched myself because I felt so bad for lying to you. But I meant what I said. About the water, and wanting you to love it too. But I also used it as an excuse to spend time with you. Sometimes I have to remind myself that this is such a bad idea but other times all I want to do is grab you and kiss the hell out of you, y/n."

"So what, Jungkook?" you whispered, not ready to listen to the decision he's about to make.

"I-"

"Jungkook, what are you doing here so late?" you heard a female voice from behind you.

Jungkook had never let you go so quickly. He stepped so far behind it hurt you to witness it.

"Ms Jiyoung, I was just helping out with some extra swimming lessons." he responded like nothing even happened.

You just stood there awkwardly. You couldn't wait to just get out of there.

"They're working you too hard, Jungkook." the teacher said as she held on to his arm affectionately.

She's at least 20 years older than him for god's sakes she could be his mother. You were fuming, waiting for her to finish with her nonsense so you and Jungkook could leave.

Jungkook smiled politely and laughed, "No no, I'm happy to."

"So any news on the contract? I hear it's coming up any time now. The board members have told me how impressed they are with your undertaking of one of your students." she said.

What?

"Oh, well there's no news so far but I'm sure they'll look at my application fairly. Also I really should-"

"Nonsense. I think it's a brilliant idea. A girl who's afraid of the water? If you can make her swim you can do anything. You'll definitely get the job."

No fucking way.

"Anyway, I'll see you around Jungkook. I'm looking forward to seeing you swim at the meet next week."

As she turned the corner Jungkook looked back at you with pleading eyes.

"y/n-"

"Fuck off Jeon Jungkook. I can't believe I fell for your crappy lies about wanting me to love the water, god it was such bullshit. How pathetic can you be." you spat before grabbing your things again and storming off.

If he wanted a student to fix, then you weren't going to be it. Screw Jeon Jungkook, the stupid man who loves the water and messing with women.

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#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook oneshots #jungkook scenarios #bts #kim taehyung #bangtan #bts scenarios

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justanotherghostwriter · 6 months

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I ALMOST FORGOT

Trick or treat :D

For you, my lovely twin, always a treat. Any time. <3

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Katara smelled the fruit first. The summer heat, diminishing as the sun set, carried the sweet taste in the air and instantly made her stomach realise it had been far too long since she’d eaten. Firmly, she pushed the mouth-watering desire aside and focused again on her task. It was something she was determined to do, and to do right, but something that still made her insides heavy and her feet lag as she padded across the warm stones to where Zuko was sitting.

Katara made sure to come from his right, but he still startled a little, head snapping up and hand tighening on the knife he was using to peel the dragon fruit. She paused, but his shoulders relaxed after only a second, hands beginning their task once more in silence. Swallowing, Katara approached, hovering awkwardly as she tried to determine where she could sit. How close; how informally; how to not look defensive in posture.

“You want some fruit?” Zuko asked, breaking the silence.

His tone was more cautious than usual, but still devoid of any hostility. And that made Katara’s gut curdle. Some of the emotion was irritation at how Zuko still tried to make things go away by rushing away from them. Scared of lingering, lest more hurt be unpacked. Most of the emotion was guilt and shame and sorrow and compassion. And those emotions made her reply, “No, thanks,” to the offer of tantalising, sweet fruit.

“No?” Zuko replied, incredulous. He was staring at her, a little agape, hands already in the process of passing her half the dragon fruit, anticipating her agreement. The question had been rhetorical; he knew she always wanted dragon fruit.

And then the surprise turned to the stony wariness that she’d first anticipated from him; shoulders drawing back and scowl appearing, walls slamming up as anger wrapped around like a snap defence.

“Not right now,” she amended. “I first want to — I don’t want it to distract me. From the apology I want to make.”

The slight suspicion that remained as he eyed her hurt, a little, but she could understand it. Even Iroh was usually the one being apologised to in Zuko’s life, and everything worth learning took time. So she took a deep breath and began, outlining her thinking process and all the ways she’d found, in the three hours since their fight, that she’d been unfair or wrong.

For the first few moments, Zuko just sat and watched her, seemingly frozen in place; unsure what to do in such a space. And then he started cutting up the dragon fruit, slowly, as he listened, putting piece after piece in his mouth as he went.

Katara noticed when there was only a quarter left.

“And I just — hey. Hey, you’re going to finish—! I said I still want some when I’m done!”

Zuko looked up at her, face utterly at rest. “Apologise faster, then,” he said, simply.

Katara glared at him and, for a moment, they simply squared off. “I was wrong, and I’m appropriately sorry for it, not give me the freakin’ fruit.”

Zuko swerved his hands out of her lunging grasp. “I dunno. It sounds like you might want to contin—”

Katara tackled him from the side, and Zuko dropped the knife at once, scared of cutting her. But that meant he had one hand with which to defend himself, and he tried with the same stubborn tenacity that he did everything in life. Eventually, she won by kissing him and plucking the fruit from his hand while he was distracted.

“It’s all dirty!”

“You’re a Waterbender. Rinse it.”

She caught him right in the face with her gentle splash of water, and giggled herself sore at his expression. But the best part was the relaxed set to his shoulders. The soft, genuine smile on his lips. The way he looked at her, molten gold eyes and rapt attention. And the fruit, as sweet as it was, became her second favourite thing about that moment.

#Ghostfic #Zutara #Northern Twin

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nyoomfruits · 1 year

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Hei! Could you do prompt 25 of the sharing a bed list? Thank you

pairing: max verstappen/charles leclerc word count: 1,5k a/n: hi!!! i'm sorry this took me so long, but i was planning this out and it just kept getting longer and longer and uuuuh, now i have a full 5+1 fic planned for this prompt so whoops?

anyway, this is the first part, because i didn't want to keep you waiting any longer, but the rest will be up hopefully somewhere at the end of the week! prompt: “We should do this more often.” “No fucking way, once is enough.” (They do it often after that.)

Max’s vision is swimming a little as he makes his way through Daniel’s living room, trying not to fall over as people keep bumping into him. Someone spills their drink on his pants, but he doesn’t stop to hear their apologies, simply keeps going, desperate for some air.

He finds it in the upstairs bedroom, leaning against the sink and taking a few deep, steading breaths. There’s noises coming from downstairs, the laughter of party guests and the cheery notes of some kind of ABBA song, but it doesn’t feel as suffocating anymore.

Max leans over the sink and splashes some water in his face, just as the door to the bathroom swings open, the noises from downstairs becoming louder again.

“Maxy! Are you okay? I saw you wander upstairs, you seemed a little shaky.” It’s Daniel himself, leaning on the doorframe holding a beer bottle loosely in one hand.

“I’m fine,” Max says, turning to face Daniel, leaning against the sink again. “Few of those shots from earlier just aren’t sitting well with me.” It’s seems easier to explain than sometimes the weight of the world just crashes onto me and I feel like I can’t breathe.

Daniel nods sympathetically. “You want to lie down for a bit? I have a million guest rooms that hardly ever get used. You can just pick one. You can sleep over too, if you want.”

Max thinks about it for a second, the choice between dragging himself home now while feeling like shit and the possibility of crawling into a nice cozy bed and sleep off that heavy feeling in his chest first. It’s really not that hard of a choice. “Yeah, thanks mate. Appreciate it.”

Daniel nods, raises his beer at Max in lieu of a cheers, and then disappears down the stairs to rejoin his party with a “let me know if you need anything!” thrown over his shoulder.

Max mumbles a ‘thanks’ that Daniel definitely doesn’t hear, and then turns back to the sink, pulling a face when he catches his own reflection in the mirror. He looks like absolute shit. At least he’s stopped feeling like the ground is going to give way and swallow him whole. He sighs, runs a hand through his hair – a gesture that makes him look even more disheveled – and heads out of the bathroom to the nearest guest room.

He closes the door behind him, but doesn’t turn on the light, simply letting his eyes get used to the comfort of the dark. He pulls off his sweater, and his pants, and goes to crawl into bed when-

“What the fuck,” voices a lump on the bed, scaring Max so badly he flies back and nearly falls on the floor, only just managing to catch himself. He scrambles over to the light switch, turning it on and squinting in the bright light as the scene in front of him slowly becomes clearer.

Charles is sprawled on the bed, looking disgruntled and sleepy and very, very annoyed. “What are you doing here?” He asks, leaning up on his elbows and frowning at Max.

“What are you doing here?” Max counters, defensively, wrapping his arms across his chest, feeling weirdly vulnerable in just a t-shirt and his boxers.

Charles sends him an incredulous look. “Sleeping, obviously.”

“Well, then guess what I was going to do,” Max says, a little snarky. Charles has clearly been sleeping for a while, judging by the way his eyes are small an puffy and his hair is sticking in every which direction. Max desperately ignores the voice in his head telling him it’s kind of cute.

“Then literally pick any other bedroom. And maybe turn on the lights first, before you scare the shit out of other unsuspecting sleepers.” Charles bites back, before flopping back down on the bed and resolutely closing his eyes.

“Fine,” Max says, pulling his jeans back on.

“Fine,” Charles says, because of course he has to have the last word.

Max flips him off, even though he full well knows Charles can’t see it, and trudges back out of the bedroom, turning the light of as he goes. Fucking asshole, he thinks, as he opens the door of the next guest bedroom.

Ten minutes later, Max is back in the guestroom occupied by Charles. “Why,” Charles says, once again squinting into the harsh bedroom light.

“Everywhere else is taken,” Max says, once again removing his pants. “Scoot over, we can share.” He turns the lights back off as he goes.

“What? No,” Charles says, but Max is already crawling into bed and Charles has to scoot over to avoid Max from sprawling all over him. “You’re the worst,” Charles informs him, and Max just hums.

“Trust me, this isn’t my ideal scenario either,” Max mumbles. “But I need to fucking sleep or I’m going to scream.”

Charles turns to him and Max can just make out his face in the dark, an unreadable expression on his face. He must see something, must understand, because he eventually sighs and says, “If you cuddle me I��m physically kicking you out.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Max says, smiling slightly.

“God, Ricciardo’s party must be boring as shit if everyone’s fucking sleeping,” Charles says, turning so he’s lying on his back again.

“Oh, yeah, no, no one else was sleeping,” Max says, wriggling around to try and get more comfortable.

Charles frowns. “But you said all the other roo- oh,” Charles says, realization suddenly dawning on them. “Oh my god.”

“Yup,” Max says, “And I walked in. On all of them.”

Charles laughs loudly. “Oh god, they must all hate you so much,” he turns his face towards Max, expression full of glee. “Anyone we know?”

“Didn’t really stay around to check,” Max says, “Was traumatizing enough as it was.”

“Fair,” Charles says, before another silence falls over them.

“Why are you in here, then?” Max eventually asks.

Charles sighs. “Something similar to you, I think. Sometimes everything just becomes so much and the idea of having to go home just seems like a ridiculously momentous task, you know what I mean? I don’t know, Daniel offered, so I was like why not, maybe I’ll feel better after a nap.”

It surprises Max, always, how similar him and Charles are sometimes. Both feeling like they carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. Red Bull’s Golden Boy and Il Predestinato, two sides of the same coin. He doesn’t voice this, however, feels too heavy in the almost intimate quiet of Daniel guest bedroom. Instead, Max smiles, a little cheekily, and asks. “So how’s that going for you?”

“I don’t know,” Charles says, eyes sparkling with the same mirth. “Haven’t really gotten the chance to actually nap, have I?”

Max snorts. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I will no longer keep you from your precious sleep.”

“Thank you,” Charles says, and then, after a beat, “Night, Max.”

“Goodnight, Charles.”

When Max eventually wakes up, the sun is already high in the sky and he’s feeling incredibly well rested. He sits up and stretches. Next to him, Charles groans and buries his face into his pillow. “Time is it?” He mumbles, almost inaudible due to the fabric currently covering his face.

Max grabs his phone of the night stand. “Eleven,” he says, thumbing at his missed messages for a few seconds before turning off his phone and getting up to retrieve his pants.

Charles makes an unhappy sounding noise. “Fuck me, I have a meeting in like an hour,” he says, finally picking his head up from the pillow.

“Well, then you better get up,” Max says, and Charles groans and flops back onto the pillow. Max has successfully retrieved and pulled on his pants at this point, and is standing at the door, a little uncertain. “Thanks,” he eventually says. “For letting me crash.”

“Yeah, yeah, we should definitely do this again sometimes,” Charles says sarcastically, seeming to finally have woken up enough to actually get out of bed.

“No fucking way, once is enough,” Max says, because it sounds a lot better than ‘this is the best I’ve slept in ages and I think it might’ve been because you were next to me’. “Besides. You snore.”

Charles gasps and looks at Max. “I do not.”

He doesn’t. But the complete outrage on Charles’s face is too good to tell him the truth. “Oh, yeah, like a goddamn sawmill. Thought you were going to wake up the whole house.” Max says, and then laughs when Charles lets out an indignant squawk and launches a pillow at his face.

Max ducks, pulling open the door of the guest room in the process and almost running out, laughing all the way. “Bye Charles!” He yells.

“Fuck you, Max!” Charles hollers back. Max chuckles to himself all the way down the stairs.

(Daniel is in the kitchen when Max comes downstairs, holding a bowl of cereal and raising his eyebrow when he spots Max. “Good morning Maxy. Slept well?” It’s an innocent enough question, but from the twinkle in his eyes Max can tell Daniel knows exactly who else was in the bed with him.

“Fuck you,” he says, eloquently, and throws an apple from the fruit bowl and Daniel’s head. Daniel just laughs loudly as Max retrieves his car keys and makes his way out of the house as fast as he can.)

#for those wondering it's going to be the five times max and charles accidentally fall asleep together #and the one time they do it on purpose #lestappen #drabble #misc

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twoeyedshockwave-lol · 6 months

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A lasting friendship

-just a short little drabble about autodale. I just need fluff about Shadow :D

-Platonic shipping Y/n x The Friendly shadow. (You can think of it as romantic shipping too, only if you want though.)

Tw: none, just pure fluff, usage of y/n, and Shadow pushing you away at first :(

Context- you meet someone who may change everything for you here in Autodale.

Despite being a model citizen and having the world in your hands, you still felt empty. It felt like your life wasn't going forward. You needed something, something fun, like an adventure of some sort. You just didn't know where to start. That is until you met him, the friendly shadow.

Your first encounter with the old man was awkward. You met him in an alleyway on a dark and quiet night.

You don't remember what you doing outside this late, but you ran into him abruptly when you went in the alleyway. His tall and dark frame scared you at first. He didn't have his coat on but he had his hat on. You didn't scream but you were frightened.

On the other hand, you scared shadow too because you popped up out of nowhere and ran into him. He fell back and onto the wet concrete, making the puddle splash everywhere. His hat fell off and landed on your feet.

You could've ran, you could've just forgotten about the situation and went on with your life. But you couldn't, you were too damn kind for this grey world.

Instead, you picked up his hat and reached out your hand to the fallen old robot. "Are, are you okay?" You gulped, even though you were scared of him you still tried to help.

You remember how bright the eyes of the old robot got. You remember how he looked like he just experienced something new. But he was hesitant to take your hand, his eyes were racing with confusion and shock.

"Uhm." He then slowly reached out for your hand. "Yes uhm, I'm alright." His voice was deep and shaky. You pulled him up while holding onto his wide hat, he was heavier than you thought despite his arms being relatively skinny.

You remembered how tall he was and how pale his face was, it was almost as white as the mask you wore. His face was also wrinkled and he had dark eyebags that contrasted with his bright eyes.

You both stared at each other awkwardly, both of you not knowing what else to say or do. This was so new to both of you.

After a hot second, you cleared your throat and reached out to him with his hat. "I believe this is yours." You blurted out embarrassingly.

"Thank you, citizen." He muttered and took his hat from your hand swiftly, it almost seemed rude by how aggressively he took it. He then quickly turned around and walked quickly down the alley. Disappearing from the light and fading into the darkness of the alleyway.

That small gesture that you did, meant everything to him. Even though he left off in a hurry.

After your encounter, you and Shadow would run into each other more often at the most random places. It would start as you simply just waving to him and maybe even saying hi to him. But he never truly acknowledged you, he would just glance over at you with his bright eyes and scurry off somewhere else. Sure seeing his face in public was a little frightening (because he would walk between alleyways and or somewhere dark where other citizens couldn't see him) but you wanted to talk to him. He was like an alleyway cat that would come and go.

One night, you saw him again and you couldn't take it anymore. Your curiosity got the best of you.

"Wait a second!" You exclaimed before he disappeared. You spotted him in the same alleyway as always and stopped him before he walked away.

This caught his attention quickly, he flinched at you exclaiming at him. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. His eyes were pacing anxiously as his stance narrowed.

You ran to him across the empty street, adrenaline pulsing through your veins with every step towards him. This was your chance, ever since that day your curiosity about the old robot only grew more. You finally reached him and low and behold, you didn't know what to say.

You both just stood there awkwardly again. Shadows face painted with question and yours with shyness.

"Can I help you?" His voice cracked and he started to fidget with his hands. He wore his coat this time but with the middle unbuttoned, leaving his suit underneath exposed.

You inhaled the cold and dry air and tried to think of something to say. You've been wanting to approach him again ever since you met him and you don't have anything to say!?

"Ehm..." you croaked out a hesitant sound. You then took a hesitant step forward and he stepped backward in return.

You then exhaled and thought of something quick to say. "I don't believe we met properly." You said and held out your hand for a handshake. "My name is Y/N"

Shadow glanced at your hand hesitantly, his eyes beamed like the first time you had done this, only this time he wasn't on the floor making a fool of himself.

He retaliated back slightly, unsure of what to do. He stood so still, that it seemed as if he was paralyzed in place. His mouth opened slightly, preparing to say something.

"Okay." He muttered and attempted to turn around and walk away.

You weren't going to let him disappear into the darkness, not again. You then reached for his hand that swayed against his side and gripped it softly. "Wait." You softly exclaimed.

"I want to be friends!" You blurted out, tugging softly on his robotic arm.

His back was to you as he turned his head over his shoulder, his side profile was well-sculpted and he had the most defined cheekbones you've ever seen.

"With me?" He whispered and began to turn around. You let go of his hand and nodded your head awkwardly. "Me?" He repeated to himself as he stared at the concrete.

"I don't think" He hesitated with his fragmented sentence. His gaze softened for a slim moment before hardening again. "I don't think you should be my friend." He added as he attempted to sound stoic when in reality his voice was underlined with guilt.

He then turned around abruptly and attempted to walk away again. But my God, you were just too stubborn for rejection and you jumped in front of him.

"Wait wait wait wait, I know, I know that was very abrupt! But please! You seem very interesting and well I ju-"

"What do you want from me? No one wants a friendship unless they want something, what is it that you want?" He interrupted you very suddenly. He didn't sound annoyed, he sounded scared.

You flinched at his outburst and stepped back a little.

He then realized what he said and his wrinkled face was painted with guilt. His stance then became even more reserved and he started to fidget with his hands again.

"Oh geez, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to- I mean- I didn't-!"

"It's okay."

Your voice was calm and inviting. You interrupted shadows drabbles and you reached for him slowly. He watched your hand reach for him. Instead of moving backward, he moved toward your hand. You placed it softly on his upper arm.

"I'm sorry." He softly muttered and avoided eye contact with you. He was almost like a child who got in trouble and was apologizing.

"It's just, well, no one has ever asked me to be their friend. Let alone come up to me so comfortably. I- well, I'm just so sorry about how I reacted."

He then pauses and looks at you, his gaze is soft and his face is relaxing slowly. The glow of his eyes softly peaked through the brim of his hat.

"It isn't safe being my friend. Let alone you talking to me." He continued in his calm and deep voice.

"Why is that?"

"I..." He then looks away from you and looks at your hand that caresses his upper arm. He admires your hands for a second and continues his sentence.

"It... it just isn't okay? I care about your safety and everyone else's here in this town. My job isn't to make friends, it's to protect." He sounded so disappointed when he said that. He frowns and holds the hand that you're using to caress his arm.

You weren't going to accept that answer, you wanted to be his friend at this moment. Nothing would stop you. Even if you were labeled as ugly early, or anything else that wasn't pretty, it wouldn't stop you.

"That doesn't mean that you shouldn't have friends, it doesn't mean you should isolate yourself. Whatever it is that may be holding you back, just know that it isn't worth being in isolation."

His eyes beamed and he tilted his head to the side. "I..." He muttered hesitantly.

You then took off your mask, revealing your face to him. He didn't react to how your face looked, but he reacted on how you trusted him enough to show your face (especially since you two were outside/the public.)

You then sighed and slouched slightly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you for something so selfish. I shouldn't have pushed so hard for something you're hesitant about. I'll le-"

"Wait." He blurted out and held your other hand that was idly on your side. You drop your mask on the concrete as he holds your hand.

His eyes paced rapidly tracing side to side. Before he finally closed them. He then exhaled softly and opened his eyes.

"I'll be your friend." He said like he had just gotten over a fear. He then interlocked your fingers with yours. You then let go of his arm and he held your other hand interlocking those fingers on his other hand with yours.

"Really?!" You blurted a little too loud as you grinned widely. You squeezed both of his hands but it hurt slightly since his hands were made of metal.

Your response shocked him but he seemed more happy. He grins slightly and stutters. "Oh uh, yes?" He softly chuckles at your response.

You both then calm down and you let go of his hands, it took him a second to let go of yours. "So uh, yeah!" You blurted out to fill the silence. Shadow chuckles and smiles to himself, it's odd seeing him smile but you don't care.

He then jerks up and he looks away from you. A few seconds later he places a finger on the temple of his forehead and says something. "Right, on my way." He mutters to himself. He then removes his finger from his forehead and looks back at you. You asked what happened and he said that it was just something he had to tend to urgently.

"I hope I can see you again." You say to him and put your mask back on. "I hope so too...y/n is it?" He asks hesitantly. "Yep!" You respond and reach your hand out for a handshake. He looks at your hand and reaches out to shake it.

He then turns around and walks into the darkness of the alleyway, but this time with a warm smile painted on his face. You wave to him as you walk out of the alleyway.

This certainly won't be the last time you'll see him.

Authors note: Hiii everyone! It's been a while since I've been active lately, I've been busy with life and I took a break online. Well not exactly a break if you count reblogs. But still, I'll be posting more drabbles like this and I'll be continuing on the Autodale fan fic! Thank you all for the support and thank you mutuals for being there! I love you all so much!- Shockwave

Tag list for my fellow autodale fans: @somebodytolove31 @kitkat-katty @call-me-casual @shiningshard @thebutterflyoficeandwisteria and all alutodale fans!

#autodale #dead sound #friendly shadow #fanfic writer #alternate universe #y/n x autodale #AHHHHHH #i love shadow sm #he deserves love #i needed fluff on shadow so desprately omg

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girlinlotsoffandoms · 3 months

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day two - “don’t do this”

notes: hi friends and welcome back to febwhump day two! This one is based on season 6 episode 12 because I think the river scene needed a little more whump. Enjoy!

read on AO3 or below

“Come on. Get ready. Count of three.”

“This is insane.”

“Let’s go! One… Two…”

“Damn it, Casey!”

“Three!”

They ran. There was no time to come up with another plan.

So Kelly followed Casey, running to the edge of the roof and then jumping.

There was an explosion behind him, a painful, smacking splash in the water, and Kelly knew nothing more.

———————

The atmosphere was tense as the crew of Firehouse 51 watched as Stella and an unconscious Severide were lowered to the ground. Mouch and Cruz moved in to help get Severide safely down and stayed close as Stella unhooked herself from the aerial.

Everyone moved closer, but no one spoke—they just waited on bated breath for Severide to come to.

“Severide, can you hear me?” Stella asked from her position on top of him. “Kelly…”

“Come on, Lieutenant, talk to us!” Joe pled from his position at Severide’s side.

Casey moved closer to where his best friend was lying—guilt weighing him down more than his soaked turnout gear. It was his idea to jump from the roof and use the river as an escape. He heard the doubt in Severide’s voice as he questioned the plan, but Kelly followed his lead anyway, and now, he was hurt.

Matt paid no attention to what was happening around him, barely acknowledging the blanket being draped across his shoulders. His focus was solely on his motionless friend.

“Come on, come on,” Casey pleaded quietly.

When words and touches did nothing to rouse Severide, Stella leaned in closer, and her eyes widened. “He’s not breathing!”

Gabby and Brett immediately sprang into action, hurrying to Severide’s side and practically shoving Stella and Cruz out of the way. They stayed close by though, too afraid to move any further away.

Mouch stayed where he was, supporting Severide’s head and neck, as Brett worked around him. She grabbed the Ambu bag from their kit and started bagging Severide, providing him with the oxygen his body needed.

Gabby ripped open his soaked turnout coat and uniform shirt. She slipped her stethoscope into her ears and moved the drum around Severide’s chest, listening to his lungs, while her other hand moved to check his pulse.

After a few seconds, Gabby’s head snapped up. With wide eyes, she made eye contact with Brett, the hand with her stethoscope paused on Severide’s chest. “No pulse.”

Everything stopped in the second for the men and women of Firehouse 51. The lights and sirens, the hustle and bustle of the scene, had all faded into the background as everyone focused on Severide.

Casey sank to his knees.

Stella and Cruz shared a look, fear evident in their eyes.

Gabby’s words had incited a deep fear in those gathered around and no one knew what to do. It was a few seconds of stunned silence before everyone sprang back into action.

“Cruz, start compressions!” Gabby ordered, ripping off her stethoscope and moving to grab the AED they kept with their gear.

Joe did as he was told, immediately moving into position and starting CPR. He knew how to do it correctly, they all did, but no amount of training could prepare you for having to do CPR on your teammate and friend.

As Cruz worked his way through the first set of compressions, he paid no attention to Gabby as she stuck the AED pads on Severide’s chest.

The second the first round of compressions was done, Gabby called out “clear!” and Cruz, Mouch, and Brett moved their hands away from Severide’s body.

The AED shocked him once, then gave prompts to continue compressions and breaths. Severide still didn’t have a pulse.

This time Gabby took over compressions and she willed herself to ignore the feeling of Severide’s ribs shifting under her hands.

“Come on Kelly,” she pleaded. “Don’t do this.”

After the second round of compressions, the defibrillator shocked Severide again. His body lurched with the shock, then settled back on the ground. The seconds that followed were tense and the remaining hope that Severide would be ok was almost completely dashed when the AED prompted another round of compressions.

Gabby jumped back into another round of compressions, falling back on her training as tears filled her eyes. A few slid down her cheeks, but she couldn’t (and wouldn’t) risk taking even a second to wipe them away, not when her friend’s life was hanging in the balance.

The second Gabby finished her compressions she hit the button on the AED, signaling it to shock Severide one more time. His body lurched once again and, as Gabby moved back into position, ready to start compressions again, the AED signaled that Severide's heart was beating again.

“We got a pulse!” Brett cried, relieved.

Relief flooded through the rest of the crew as well. Severide was far from out of the woods, but he was alive. Gabby wasn’t the only one with tears in her eyes or streaming down her face. Boden had a hand clasped tightly on one of Casey’s shoulders and Cruz had pulled an emotional Stella into a hug.

The relief didn’t last long as reality came crashing down the second Gabby put her stethoscope back on Severide’s chest.

“I’m hearing rales and no breath sounds,” Gabby announced as she listened to Severide’s lungs. She shook her head and looked over to Brett. “He’s still not breathing on his own. We need to intubate.”

Brett nodded once and immediately dug into her bag to get the necessary equipment, allowing Gabby to take over pumping the Ambu bag.

Gabby looked to where her teammates were gathered. “Get that stretcher and backboard over here! We need to get him to Med.”

Once Severide had been intubated, getting him secured onto the backboard and loaded into the ambulance didn't take long.

“Casey, go with them. Get checked out.” Boden ordered. “We’ll meet you at Med.”

Casey nodded and hopped in the back of the ambulance, sitting next to Severide but still leaving ample room for Gabby to work.

The ambulance doors shut, someone thumped it a few times as a signal to Brett, and then they were off towards Med, lights, and sirens blaring.

… … …

“Dr. Halstead, Dr. Choi, incoming!”

“What do we got Maggie?” Will asked, slipping gloves on their hands, as he and Ethan hurried to meet the ambulance.

“It’s Severide.”

The two doctors shared a look. They knew this was going to be hard, it always was when a first responder came through the ED. They arrived at the doors just as Gabby and Brett rushed in pushing Severide on the stretcher, Casey following closely behind.

“36-year-old firefighter pulled unconscious from the river after jumping from a roof to escape an explosion.”

“He jumped from a roof?” Will asked as they moved the stretcher into one of the treatment rooms.

“It was my idea,” Casey mustered, guilt clear in his voice.

“He was defibrillated three times and intubated on scene.” Gabby relayed as Brett continued pumping the bag and breathing for Severide. “GCS 3, bilateral rales, and he’s made no effort to breathe on his own. Spinal precautions were taken once he was out of the water.”

Ethan acknowledged her assessment and then worked with the paramedics, Will, and the few nurses in the room to transfer Severide to their gurney. They carefully moved him off the backboard and handed it back to Gabby before jumping right into their assessment, ordering tests, scans, and bloodwork.

The treatment room was a flurry of activity and for the first few minutes, the medical staff had no time to realize that Brett, Gabby, and Casey were still in the room.

Will was the first to notice they were still there. “We’ve got him, guys.”

When they didn’t move, or even acknowledge him, Will looked to Maggie. “Maggie, get them out of here.”

Maggie gently escorted them out of the treatment room and back into the ED. Brett and Gabby had snapped out of their stupor, but Casey was still staring at the trauma room in front of him. The charge nurse turned her attention towards the Truck Captain and noticed he was soaked. “You jumped in the river too? Do you need to get checked out?”

Maggie’s questions fell on deaf ears; Casey’s attention was elsewhere. Maggie understood and normally she’d let it go but, given how Severide was after his dive in the river, she needed to press to make sure Casey didn’t end up in the same boat.

Maggie put a hand on his shoulder, and he startled. Maggie gave him a small smile. “Kelly’s is in the best possible hands. They’re going to take good care of him so let us take care of you. Do you need to get checked out?”

“No.” “Yes.” Casey and Gabby answered simultaneously.

Casey shot her a glare before turning his attention back to Maggie. “I’m fine.”

“Mhm,” Gabby hummed, rolling her eyes. The PIC looked to Maggie. “Can you get someone to check him out please?”

Maggie nodded, trying to hide a smile, and showed Casey and Gabby to an empty exam room.

Brett let them go, choosing to head out to the waiting room to wait for the rest of 51 to arrive.

… … …

As soon as the nurse left his treatment room, Casey moved his hands to cover his face. "This is all my fault."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is," Matt argued, looking at his wife. "Gabby, it was my idea to jump off the roof into the river. I knew he was hesitant when I told him the plan, but I didn't even give him a chance to argue or come up with a better plan. There wasn’t time – it was either follow me or stay on the roof as it exploded. And now, he's here."

Gabby walked over and put her hands on either side of Matt’s head, making him look at her. “This is NOT your fault, Matt Casey, and as soon as Kelly wakes up, he’ll tell you the same thing. Jumping off the roof was stupid, but it was your only option.”

“What if it wasn’t?!” Matt argued.

Gabby sighed and pulled Casey into a hug. As she comforted her husband, and allowed him a moment to collect himself, Gabby prayed to whatever God was listening that Severide would pull through.

She’d already had to bury her best friend and deal with the crushing guilt when Shay died. Gabby didn’t want Casey to go through that too.

Like Shay, Severide was a big part of the DNA of Firehouse 51. If he didn’t make it through this, he’d leave a hole they’d never be able to fill.

… … …

Brett was alone in the waiting room, finishing paperwork, when the rest of 51 arrived at Med. She stood as they approached.

"Any update?" Boden asked for the group.

"Casey's fine," Brett assured them with a small smile. "He's going to be sore for a few days, but he's okay. Gabby’s with him, they'll be out soon."

"And Severide?" Stella asked, hesitantly.

"No word yet. Maggie said she'd update us as soon as she could." Brett’s smile fell. “But he was still unconscious and not breathing on his own when we got here.”

The crew settled in for the wait. Most chose to occupy the chairs in the nearly empty waiting room while Cruz and Stella paced nervously. Boden had stationed himself in the corner, fielding calls from Headquarters.

Gabby and Casey joined them about 10 minutes late and while that lightened the mood a little bit, the worry for Severide still hung over everyone’s head.

It was another 30 minutes before anyone from Severide’s medical team came out with an update. Ethan and Will entered the waiting room to a sea of anxious firefighters. They all stood to meet them.

“How is he?” Casey asked. His voice was anxious and desperate in a way his teammates rarely heard. The Matt Casey they all knew was usually unflappable, but the day’s events had shaken him. It had shaken them all.

“Alive and on his way to the ICU.” Ethan announced. He could see the questions forming on their lips so before they could ask, he continued speaking. “A CT and MRI ruled out any spinal damage, but he does have a serious concussion. He’s passed all cognitive testing so far so there shouldn’t be any long-term effects but he’ll have one hell of a headache for a while.”

“He’s awake?” Stella asked.

“He is, and he’s breathing on his own” Will confirmed, jumping into the conversation. The relief that flooded the room was overwhelming. “We’re going to monitor him closely and we’ve got him on heavy flow oxygen and broad-spectrum antibiotics.”

“We’re hoping to avoid pneumonia, among other things, from the water in his lungs and the bruised ribs so Severide will be working with a respiratory therapist and doing some breathing treatments and he’ll be given oral antibiotics upon discharge.”

“We’re going to keep him here for a few days and he’ll be off work while his body recovers,” Ethan started. “But if he listens to his medical team and does what he’s told, he should be back in action in a couple of weeks.”

“So he’ll be ok?” Casey asked.

“He’ll be fine though I do recommend he, and the rest of you, avoid jumping off any more buildings,” Ethan quipped, a playful smirk on his face.

“I second that,” Boden groused. This incident had taken what felt like years off of his life.

Ethan’s and Boden’s comments made everyone laugh, ridding the last bit of fear from those in the room. Before leaving, Will and Ethan gave the firefighters the green light to go up to the ICU to see Severide.

Boden informed them all that they couldn’t stay long—their shift had ended quite a while ago and third shift was offline while they waited for the trucks to get back.

Arriving outside of Kelly’s room, they were all happy to see him awake. Even though he looked rough with an oxygen mask strapped to his face and he had a horrible cough that they could see physically hurting him, he looked far better than the last time they saw him. They all got to see Kelly with their own eyes and let him know they were all glad he was going to be okay.

After a few minutes, the others filed out of the room until just Casey remained. He stepped closer to the bed but stayed silent. A few awkward minutes of silence passed before Kelly decided to break the ice. “You okay?”

Casey snapped out of whatever stupor he was in and looked at Kelly with a confused face. “Me? I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Casey nodded but didn’t say anything else for another minute or so. Kelly just waited. It was clear something was bothering his friend, but he didn’t want to push just yet. His patience was rewarded when Casey finally started talking again.

“I’m sorry Kelly.”

Now it was Kelly’s turn to look confused. “About what?”

“I knew you didn’t like the plan….my plan…to jump into the river but I pushed you to do it anyway.”

Kelly’s face softened. He could feel the guilt radiating from Casey. “We didn’t have a choice, Casey. There wasn’t time to come up with another plan.”

“We had a little bit of time!” Casey started pacing. “We could’ve figured out another way to get off the roof!”

“And we probably would’ve gotten cooked by the explosion.” Kelly tried to reason. He didn’t have the energy to deal with Matt Casey’s guilt complex right now, but he needed his best friend to realize he wasn’t at fault. “It was a crazy plan, but it was a good plan. It was our only plan to get off that roof.”

“You got hurt! God Kelly, you were dead when they pulled you out of the river!”

Kelly sighed. “Things happen Casey, but I’m fine and I’m going to be fine. It’s not your fault.”

Casey stared at Kelly for a long time before his shoulders slumped and he gave a small nod. “I’m still sorry.”

“I know,” Kelly said. “But it’s okay. We’re good.”

#febwhump #sev whump #kelly severide #chicago fire #matt casey #girlinlotsoffandomfics

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nogitsunbae · 2 years

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Steve moved to California, after.

After Vecna was defeated, and Hawkins was safe, and everyone had moved on. Robin went to college out of state and he still heard from her, still saw her occasionally, she was still his best friend. Dustin and the party were old enough to drive, and of course he still saw them, but not as often. Nancy and Jonathan moved to Chicago. His parents hadn’t seen him in at least 6 months.

He didn’t really have an attachment to Indiana, anymore.

So he packed his bags. Had enough in his savings from his dad to start over. Drove west and with every passing state sign felt a bit of tension leave his shoulders.

Max never really talked about Billy, but when she did she always spoke about the freedom he craved in California, and Steve was starting to understand what the younger boy must have meant.

Too bad he had died before he reached that freedom.

And, Steve, well, he had liked Billy. In a way that had scared him all those years ago, but now he had accepted. Saw the wild, fierce, unobtainable boy and thought to himself “he is free.”

He was wrong in thinking that.

All these thoughts rushed through his head the closer he got to the golden state. And when he got there, and settled in, made sure to make his calls back to Hawkins to let everyone who cared know he was okay, needed a change of scenery, he started to think more about the dead boy with oceans for eyes and golden hair.

Started to see him.

He was in a small seaside town, mostly inhabited by surfers and locals who looked at his clothes and laughed, but every once and a while Steve would catch a glimpse of blonde hair, the glint of a golden necklace catching in the sun, blue eyes meeting him for just a second but not long enough for Steve to really look.

He knew Billy was dead. But he saw his ghost every time he visited the beach, every time he went to the store to grab some food, every time he took a walk down the street early in the morning.

He was going insane.

Finally, one of his coworkers (Steve could sling ice cream, back home, but here he found pizza and sharing a joint with his chill friend from work worked so much better for him) told him he looked awful. Take a day off. Hell, go learn to surf so you’ll actually fit in around here. He has a friend who gives lessons.

Argyle covered his shift and Steve went to the beach at 8 am, lugging around his new board and wondering what the hell he was doing with his life.

“Thought you’d never show up, pretty boy.”

Steve turned around, almost dropping the (expensive) surf board in the process. And there he was. The ghost of Billy Hargrove, hair grown out, long enough to brush his elbows, scars across his torso blooming like flowers, eyes as bright as the sky and as deep as the pacific.

“Billy?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.”

Steve’s mouth opened, then closed. And… then he smiled.

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

“Yeah?”

“I saw the casket.”

“Wow, the old man even paid for a casket…” the blonde chuckled.

“I saw you die, Billy.”

“Did you?”

Steve shook his head, still smiling. Realizing all those letters addressed to Max that she insisted come to his house weren’t from Lucas or some other kid.

“How?”

“Let’s not dwell on the particulars, pretty boy,” and oh, that nickname ignited a part in Steve he had buried along with the empty casket belonging to Billy Hargrove. “You want to surf, or not?”

And when they finally made it to the ocean, past the breakers, for the first time in a long time, maybe even in his whole life, Steve felt free.

Free to surf, and swim, and splash water on Billy who just laughed and splashed him back, and Steve knew that they were both free, then. To have fun, to bask in each other’s presence, to be themselves unapologetically.

Maybe even free enough to fall in love.

#I’m listening to Santa Monica by everclear if you can’t tell #billy hargrove #harringrove #also I took some liberties w this bc argyle deserves to be buds w Billy sorry

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blueburds-but-swtor · 10 months

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hand kisses

Fen/Zenith

kiss prompts

The sociable guests of the charity ball crowded the entire villa, adorned in whimsical attire that could have been straight out of a children's fantasy book. The sheer amount of people--humans, mostly, though a decent mix of alien species as well--practically drowned Fen from Zenith's sight.

The Barsen'thor stood with his Padawan across the way, near an entrance to the balcony. Zenith, keeping Felix company, tapped impatiently at his glass of fancy, high-end champagne. His nerves were all sorts of prickled and on-edge. Big crowds meant more safety concerns, better targets for someone wanting to create chaos.

Fen urged Zenith to relax a little, enjoy his time here, or make some attempt to. And, granted, Zenith was beginning to let loose--until his Jedi was promptly dragged away. Some representatives from Alderaan had been keeping Fen from him for at least thirty minutes now. Was whatever they were chatting about that important?

Felix must have pushed another glass of champagne into Zenith's hand at some point. Had he even finished the last one? No, there was still a quarter of the glass left. His attention had been fixated on Fen the whole time; he couldn't even recall finishing that much.

Somebody Zenith hadn't noticed before was chatting particularly close to Fen, going so far as to feel and stroke the collar of his coat. The Jedi's outfit was well-tailored, by no means humble. The outer coat was ivory in color, decorated in golden trim and embroidery, and his pants matched the style. Around his chest and resting over his right shoulder was a drape of deep, navy blue. He wore boots the same shade as his pants, gold trim at the top, the toes and the heels, and they rose just below his knees.

By no means did Zenith stand out in the crowd like Fen did. He kept to muted tones and added just a splash of green and a hint of dulled gold for variety. A color scheme fitting for the Balmorran people, he thought.

His gaze remained fixed on Fen, even through the sea of people. And yet for whatever reason, he felt some kind of pull on his mind--and his eyes shifted to Nadia. She was looking straight at him, her face holding a tense smile. He got the urge to walk over.

Downing the rest of his first glass and setting it aside, and without giving a head's up warning to Felix, Zenith promptly marched over. He wove through the crowd, hearing Felix following behind. Must've caught on, Zenith thought.

Nadia's smile had widened as the pair approached. "Two more of the Barsen'thor's brilliant crew," she said, turning to address the representatives from Alderaan.

"Lieutenant Felix Iresso," Felix stood in salute. "A pleasure."

The same ambassador that had been touching Fen's clothes was still considerably close to the Jedi, Zenith noted. Heat pooled in his stomach, his chest, as a wave of jealousy coursed through his blood. He was probably glaring. Felix gave him a small nudge, prompting him to introduce himself: "'Zenith' is fine. Representative of the Balmorran Resistance."

"Wonderful to meet you both," said the ambassador as they leaned further into Fen now. Zenith's jaw clenched, but they continued: "The Barsen'thor was just singing your praises! He's quite humble, really, speaking almost exclusively of his crew's grand accomplishments and hardly a word of his own."

"Truly, I wouldn't be anywhere without them," Fen said, politely pardoning himself from the stranger's grasp and walked to Zenith instead. "Especially this one."

And Zenith's heart skipped a beat as Fen took his free hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. His face darkened with a red hot blush. Fuck. Here? Right now? Oh, he'd have words for the Barsen'thor later. His eyes wildly flicked to Nadia, to Felix, to Fen again, and he was frozen for a few seconds before Fen released his hand. The touchy ambassador had a surprised look upon their face, too. Zenith took rather morbid pleasure in their realization of Fen turning down their flirtatious advances.

"Did you bring this for me?" The Jedi's smooth voice brought him back down to reality, and Zenith noticed him gesturing to the glass of champagne.

"I, um. . ." Zenith failed to find the words. No, he had words--just none that could make it past his lips. The sudden realization hit him, once again, that he was still amidst a sea of people. All the eyes in this specific group--the ambassadors, his crew, Fen--were all on him now. "Yeah." That was all he could manage.

"Such a dear. Thank you." Fen took the glass as Zenith hesitantly passed it to him. "Ambassadors, it was delightful talking with you. I believe I should take my partner outside for some fresh air."

Even without the Force, Fen could clearly tell that Zenith needed to decompress. Thankfully, the representatives gave nods of their heads, and Nadia offered to stay with Felix and keep them some company. And relieved, Zenith and Fen traversed the rest of the crowd toward the balcony entrance and stepped outside.

Zenith was still getting used to the sights on Coruscant; it was nothing like Balmorra. His home planet was highly technologically-advanced, with all sorts of factories scattered across the planet. But the Republic's capitol world was covered in buildings; not a fresh patch of grass or soil anywhere to be seen. Sky vehicles whizzed by below in layering rows and lanes, and the city was beautifully lit now that the sun had set. Lights from building windows and some from the hundreds of vehicles stood out in the darkness, illuminating their surroundings.

Fen quietly sipped the champagne beside Zenith, looking him over with a loving gaze. "I've had my fill of this party," he muttered. "You have, too. I know."

"Had my fill the second we stepped inside," Zenith grumbled, leaning against the railing. "Everyone here can't get enough of you, though. You're pretty popular."

"They'll find another Jedi to flock to eventually." Fen took another sip. "I could feel your frustrations from across the room. That one ambassador had no concept of personal space, I'll tell you."

"They were all up in your shit, Fen. That one was giving you intense bedroom eyes. Tch, probably wrinkled that fancy coat with all the clinging they did. Should charge 'em if the rental place gives you shit for it." Zenith straightened his posture, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm gonna assume you told them in some kind of politely sugar-coated way to fuck off, though."

"I tried, yes. Nadia had also made a vague mention of my involvement with one of the crew."

"You worry about your reputation too much. I shouldn't have had to come over for them to back off."

Fen idly swirled the rest of the champagne in the glass. "I'm sorry."

"Don't--" Zenith sighed, rubbing his forehead with one hand. "It's not you I'm mad at. Sorry I came across that way." He drummed his fingers on the railing. "Subject change. Know if this glorified apartment has any private lounges?"

Fen raised a curious brow. "Fresh, polluted air isn't doing it for you?"

"Not really." A faint smirk tugged at Zenith's lips. "Lounge would be a lot quieter, too."

#got a little long sorryyyyyyyy #thank you for the ask!#swtor #jedi consular #zenith #felix iresso #nadia grell #oc: Fen Valran #ship: Fen/Zenith

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The Judgment of Lathander

Twelfth Prompt: The tadpole has been giving Vier nightmares. Describe them.

C/W: descriptions of gore, death

Summary: Vier dreams for the first time in as long as she can remember, and it's awful. (1534 words)

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Most nights, when Vier settled in for her reverie, she didn’t see much of anything. Some speculated that this was a sign that Drow did not possess reincarnated souls as other elves did, and that on death, they would be consigned to total oblivion. Others believed it meant Drow were losing the ability to reverie at all, and within a few generations they would be sleeping like so many of the creatures they despised. If Vier was being honest, she preferred those thoughtless reveries. Four hours of silence and darkness was usually preferable to the alternative - four hours of remembering the Underdark, and it was always the Underdark.

But on that night, laying on her bedroll in the dark of her tent, Vier didn’t reverie - she dreamt.

She stood on a golden shoreline, facing the rising sun, the clouds above trailing purple and pink and orange across the sky. She’d seen so many dawns over nearly a century on the surface, but somehow, this one felt like nothing she’d ever before witnessed. Lathander was there in every glorious ray, in every splash of color, in every sparkle upon the dark ocean waves.

“It’s a shame I’ll never see this again,” said a voice from beside Vier, a voice she hadn’t heard in almost forty years. Her head nearly snapped off of her neck, it turned so quickly to face the source. There was no way it could’ve been him…but there he was. A mountain of a human man with chestnut hair and green eyes which glittered with the morning light, looking every bit as hale and hearty as the first day she’d met him.

Cyril. The Dawnbringer who took her in. The man she considered her father.

Immediately, Vier’s heart overflowed with joy. She couldn’t help but reach out and tightly embrace the man, her tears flowing freely and unashamedly. “Gods, I’ve missed you so much,” she wept openly into his chest. But rather than hug her in return, Cyril stood stiffly and coldly within her grip as if he might wrench himself free at any moment. She pulled away and looked through burning eyes up at the man. His gaze was every bit as cold now, filled with such deep disappointment.

“What’s wrong? Have I done something?” she asked, a swell of guilt rising in her gut, though over what, she did not know.

“You’ve damned me, is what you’ve done,” he growled, body tensing. He pushed Vier away from him fiercely, and she stumbled back onto the sands. “Foul, deplorable creature that you are, your shame reflects upon me and makes me every bit as culpable as you. There will be no hand to deliver us from this, our just punishment.”

Vier was deeply confused. Why was Cyril speaking so harshly to her? What could she have possibly done to damn him? Had she not been a good daughter in his absence? Had she not followed his teachings and continually striven to be a better person? What did she do?

It would not be long before she had her answer. In a flash, the scene about them had changed, the placid sunrise swallowed by blinding, scorching light until all that remained was pure white. Behind Cyril appeared a muscular, youthful man clothed in robes the color of a most vibrant dawn, hair a flaming red hue, his very being radiating solar fire. This could be no other but Lathander himself, and while Vier wished to properly prostrate herself before him, she couldn’t move - either she was too overcome with sacred fear to will herself into motion, or else some other force was keeping her pinned to the ground.

Lathander spared no words for Cyril, instead gripping the man by the back of the head with an open palm. There was no time for Vier to beg Lathander’s forgiveness, or to supplicate him to spare Cyril his judgment, for none of this had been his fault. Within seconds, blistering light poured out of every hole in Cyril’s body, and the most unholy scream Vier had ever heard tore from his throat as his being was incinerated by the fire of the gods. His form boiled, charred, and crumbled away to black ash before her eyes.

Vier wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything, but her body wouldn’t allow it. The burning eyes of Lathander next turned to her.

“He should have killed you when he had the chance,” he spoke, the sweet and gentle tone of his voice at complete odds with the viciousness of his words. “He should have known you would do something so truly vile as to let a filthy vampire ravish you so. Such a weak, pitiable creature, enslaved as you are by your basic instincts.”

Wait, was all of this…because I slept with Astarion?

While Vier was of course familiar with Lathander’s disdain for the undead, and all who followed him were implored to destroy those aberrations of nature whenever possible, would he really condemn a noble, devoted man to complete oblivion just because his ward slept with a vampire?

“No, in truth, this was not merely because of that,” Lathander answered, as though he was reading her mind, “though I will be certain to pay a visit to the abomination who took my place in your heart. No, that was simply the straw what broke the camel’s back, as they say. And this was not solely my decision, either. I simply answered the prayers of those poor souls who you damned in your pursuit of ‘medical training’; or have we forgotten about them after so many years pretending to be a healer?”

He gave a hearty, mirthful laugh. “How could I ever welcome someone to my side when their path to me was lined with so much viscera? There can be no new dawn for you, no new beginning, when this many unfortunate creatures call out for retribution.”

With a wave of his hand, the white void about them faded, and at last, Vier could see them. Around them, so much larger than them, was every single person she killed in the Underdark. Poisoned corpses, boiled corpses, vivisected corpses, all lived once more and all cried out for her suffering, her pain, her miserable death. The louder they cried, the more their bodies seemed to grow and contort together until they formed a cage of flesh and gore around the two of them which slowly began to close in.

“Cyril deserved to feel my divine light in his final moments,” Lathander said with the brightest smile Vier had ever seen. “You, however, do not. You were never worthy of my love.”

As the flesh cage shrank tighter and tighter, Lathander simply phased through, leaving Vier alone within the writing mass. Closer now, closer now, Vier could feel gripping, malformed hands and hungry, screaming mouths inching in. Blood and bile dripped down from open cavities and weeping sores, pooling beneath her. Mightily, she struggled, but her body still wouldn’t budge. Her pleading screams turned into obscenities and blasphemy, but not a single word was heard. Nails and fingers and teeth and entrails wound about her, tore into her, filled her mouth and crushed her bones. Her world became nothing but blood and pain.

And all the while, a voice filled her mind - not Cyril’s, not Lathander’s, but something else’s, a voice out of space and time.

“This is what awaits you, you know. A truly hideous death none would argue you do not deserve. But you can free yourself of it. Free yourself of gods. Free yourself of masters. Free yourself of fear and pain and death. All you need do…”

“...is give in to Me.”

A horrid noise unlike any Vier had ever made before, somewhere between a scream and a wounded moan, tore from her throat as she jolted awake. Her body moved on pure instinct as it scuttled away, looking for somewhere, anywhere, to hide. When she finally came to herself, she was huddled in the corner of her tent, body trembling. All at once, the disgusting feelings she awoke to - the overwhelming guilt, the existential fear, the phantoms of incredible pain - forced themselves out, and she wept, loud and undignified.

Somewhere in the middle of her anguished wailing, a fluffy-haired head popped into the tent; Astarion had arrived back from his nightly hunting and had apparently come to see what the fuss was. At the sound of the slight rustle, Vier jolted, attempting valiantly to stop the crying and failing handily. Through her tears, she could see that Astarion wasn’t really sure what to do in that situation, the look in his eyes and the rapidly shifting expression on his face telling her he was of the mind to both come in and to swiftly leave. After a truly horrid sniffle, she managed to choke out, “Please just…sit with me a while.”

Somewhat awkwardly, he took a seat beside her; after a moment, he gently took one of her hands in his.

“You don’t need to do more than that,” Vier reassured him, her hiccuping slowing down. “Just…just be here, please.”

And so they were until dawn rose once more.

#my writing #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #drow tav #cleric tav #vier alurlssrin #astarion #astarion x tav #fell a little behind on these since streaming's gone a little long this week and I've been busy with Ogre Poppenang Business™#But I'll get back up to speed I'm sure

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