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weemsfreak · 1 year

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Surprise

Larissa Weems x fReader

Larissa hasn't been herself lately, and to make things worse, she's nearing 50.

Happy ending, ~3.9k words

Warnings: Suicidal ideation, depressed and tired Larissa

You knocked on the large wooden doors to the principals office, awaiting the sound of a voice that would bless your ears. It was the middle of the school day, she had to be here. When no response came, you decided you'd try the handle, and you walked in unexpectedly being greeted by nobody.

You made your way cautiously to the desk, which held nothing on its surface- except for a calendar.

December 2023

Tuesday - 'Rogers birthday'

Friday -'My birthday'

You weren't surprised that Larissa was keeping track of birthdays, she was in charge of planning them, after all. When a staff member at Nevermore had a birthday, Larissa would plan a social for the end of the work day. Like today for instance, you would soon be heading for cake, a little gift for roger, and perhaps a few drinks with the other teachers. Oddly enough though, you hadn't heard mention of a social on Friday. You focused on the calendar slot where Larissa had written 'My birthday'. December 8th, you committed to memory, that was her birthday.

Rogers party was enjoyable. The cake was rather yummy, and the staff had a few laughs together. "So, any more birthdays coming up soon? I could go for another cake" Roger joked after thanking Larissa for the party. Larissa tilted her head in thought, "Um, no. Not until next month." Some teachers let out a sarcastic huff of disappointment, but you took in the woman before you, confused.

Her face told you otherwise, it told you that she had lied, rather well, but not well enough.

Her face told a story, that maybe only you could read, of sadness, rejection, and loneliness. Perhaps Larissa didn't like the attention, or perhaps she didn't like parties. Perhaps she was scared of getting older, many people were.

You have only recently, about four months ago, became part of the Nevermore family, but you were quick to feel accepted and become enamoured with the woman. You and Larissa weren't very close, but that was likely because you were far too shy around her. Still, you thought that Larissa deserved to celebrate, she deserved to celebrate herself.

When the social came to an end, you pulled Vlad aside and asked if he had ever attended a celebration for Larissa's birthday, to which he shook his head no, and said that he was sure it was in the summer, because nobody had ever mentioned it.

That night you did a little digging. Probably, most likely, definitely too much digging. Did you go too far with things? Sometimes. But this was important, this was important to you.

You called your friend who worked for the United States government. "You want to know someone's birthday, huh? What are you doing, planning a party?" You laughed, why else would you want to know someone's birthday? "Larissa Marie Weems. Yes, I found it. Born in England, came to the United States in 1989-" "Okay Bri, I don't need her whole history" you interrupted. "Sorry, sorry. Her birthday is December 8th, 1973. Well, according to her file, anyway" she chuckled. You thanked your friend before hanging up and getting to work.

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Larissa had not been herself lately. Weather it was due to her slow recovery, the betrayal of a supposed friend last year, the school being in shambles until some months ago, or her blatant loneliness, she didn’t know. Perhaps it was everything. She had not been herself since, well, since when? Who was she, exactly?

The headmistress of Nevermore, the girl who stayed in the same place mentally, and also physically, most of her life? The girl who loved, and lost, but was never loved back, was never lost in return. The girl who studied, excelled, travelled, and then came back. The girl who stayed, she was always the girl who stayed.

And now she was a woman, nearing 50, who still stayed. She stayed in her mind, full of trauma, deaths, and, you guessed it, more trauma. She stayed in her school, in her home, which was starting to feel, unsafe? Unlike a home, unlike her. She stayed in her thoughts, which were heartbreakingly also starting to feel unsafe.

Ah yes, she was nearing 50. And after all of these years, so, so many years, she thought that she may have a friend by now. A real friend, perhaps a partner. Someone who didn't abandon her willingly, or die on her unwillingly. Someone who wouldn't try to kill her for their own benefit.

She didn't know, had no clue actually, what she would do, what she could do, to get someone to like her. What was so wrong with her, she thought. What was so wrong with her that nobody liked her? She wasn't ugly, although she could be insecure. She could be scary, mean, authoritative, it was her job, her demeanour. But, she could also be sweet, loving, kind, caring, helpful, she knew that she was all of those things.

Deep down, she knew. Deep, deep down, she knew she wanted to love, she had SO much love to give. Alas, it seemed nobody wanted to give it back. So, she spent her years taking care of the younger generation, hoping and praying that none of them would turn out like she had. Depressed, lonely, full of defeat, trauma, self hatred and, love. She spent her time trying to bury her thoughts in work, in late nights, in wine, under a façade, but deep, deep down, she wanted out. She no longer wanted to be the one who stayed.

She stared at the calendar which was now on her coffee table, haunting her as she downed another glass of red. December 8th, a day that her mother had brought her into this world, this nasty, cruel, unforgiving, hateful world. This beautiful, tearjerking, progressive, lovely world. December 8th, the day that her family rarely celebrated. December 8th, the day that she rarely celebrated. God she loved that day, and at the same time, she absolutely resented it. She really, really dreaded that day, for it was a day that Morticia had ignored and belittled.

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December 6th, 1990

"Happy Birthday Tish!" Larissa smiled, greeting Morticia in the quad at lunch. "Thank you Issa" Morticia replied, wrapping her arms around the taller girl. Larissa held a small box out to Morticia, "I got you something." Morticia took the box and sat down, Larissa sat across from her. Morticia opened the box and found a small black bracelet that Larissa had made especially for her. The beads were made of obsidian and onyx, with an 'M' placed in the middle. Morticia slipped it on and took Larissa's hand, "Thank you Issa" she said, as she blew her a kiss. Morticia then turned her attention to Gomez and a few other girls at the table. "So, I was thinking Saturday, we invite everyone to my room and then down to the quad for my birthday celebration!" Gomez agreed, and the other girls quickly followed up with fun things that they could do to celebrate. "Tish?" Larissa spoke quietly. "Cara Mia?" Morticia replied. "My birthday is Saturday, remember?" Morticia's eyebrows furrowed before she faked an expression of surprise. "Oh, right. Well, can you celebrate Sunday? Or another day?" Larissa looked down to her lap and fidgeted with her hands as she pondered Morticia's words. Another day? But her birthday was actually on Saturday, Morticia's wasn't. "Well, can't you celebrate yours tonight?" Morticia laughed, "No Larissa, Thursday isn't a good day for a party." Larissa nodded in agreement, although she didn't actually agree. Larissa smiled as she came up with a great idea. "Well, can we merge our parties on Saturday? We can celebrate together!" Morticia frowned at this idea, why would she want to share her party? "I think we should celebrate separate love, we can have two parties. Mine will be Saturday, and yours can be Sunday." Morticia went back to planning her party with the others as Larissa sat there in silence and defeat. She knew that nobody would want to celebrate on Sunday after having a big party on Saturday, she knew that nobody would come, not for her.

As it was, Saturday Larissa celebrated Morticia in their dorm, but rejected following them down into the quad. Some people wished Larissa a happy birthday, but Morticia, did not. Larissa celebrated that night, alone in her room with a hot chocolate and a pastry. "Happy birthday to me" she whispered, as she blew out a candle and let smoke fill the empty room.

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Yes, December 8th was a day for Larissa, and perhaps that's why she felt dread. She was nearing 50, in 3 days, to be precise, and all she wished for was, well, was to die.

She wished that her mother never had her, she wished that she had not lived through everything she had, alone, so utterly alone. She wished that it wasn't a day that she could resent, she wished that it wasn't a day that Morticia could make her hate. She wished that it wasn't a day at all, for maybe it didn't have to be.

Oh how ironic it would be, to perish the same day on which you were born. Like Shakespeare, letting every word she had said become nothing, and every word she had never spoken become something. It would send a message, but to whom? To whom did Larissa have to send a message? And so close to Christmas, at that.

Larissa loved Christmas, well, she used to. It was so warm, so cozy, so breathtaking, so…heartbreaking. She didn't have a family, but perhaps if she did, she might actually come to like her birthday, the winter, the holidays. She might drink hot chocolate and sit by the fire and feel safe, she might feel okay, she might feel loved. She might not sit at the Weathervane alone, as everyone went back home for the holidays. She might not sit in her office by the fire, downing red and eating cookies that she baked herself, by herself. She might not walk through the snowy filled streets and let the glow of the artificial lights wash over her with tears in her eyes and nobody by her side. She might not stare down at the snow and see herself as a child, building a snowman and smashing her friend in the face with a snowball. She might not loathe the fact that she was who she was, and the fact that she was born on December 8th. Because when it all came down to it, her birthday, Christmas, and every single other day of the year, time was time. Time was fake, time was long, time was tears, and time was wrong. Time meant nothing, if she allowed it to mean nothing.

Yet she didn't, she allowed it to mean something. She let it mean something. She let it make her wish that she hadn't been here, that she wasn't here now.

That night she pondered over life, and death, and she came to the conclusion that she wasn't who she once was, nor was she who people were led to believe. She came to the conclusion that Nevermore would suffer without her, without their headmistress. But, she had one wish, one birthday wish.

Let it, she thought, let it suffer, for she has suffered enough for everyone. ___________________________________________________________________________________

When Friday, December 8th came, Larissa awoke with a heavy heart. She sat up in her bed as tears fell like bricks into her lap, and her hands trembled as she knew what they would soon be capable of.

Still, she went throughout her day as Principal, one last time. She greeted the students in the hallways, one last time. She made sure that her affairs and the schools affairs were in order, one last time. She shapeshifted and walked through the school, taking in everything that she could, one last time. And, she cried over Morticia's photo, one last time.

She settled down in front of the fire with a glass of wine in her hand and a hot chocolate, indulging one last time. It was only 4 in the afternoon, but she was tired, she was so incredibly tired.

She closed her eyes and laid her head back on the sofa as she thought about her birthday. Nobody had wished her happy birthday, nobody knew it was her birthday, nobody except you. But she didn't know that you knew, and as she thought about dying on the same date that she was born, she smiled, for nobody would know.

"Larissa!" you almost screamed, barging into her office frantically. Her eyes opened in a panic as she shot her wide gaze to you. You almost lost your act as you took her in, sitting on the sofa with wine and hot chocolate. Her office was clean, cleaner than usual, and she looked so tired, had she been crying? It was only quarter after 4, what was she doing?

"We have a problem, follow me!" you said in a hurry, ushering her up and out of her office. Larissa followed behind you as your pace quickened, and she rolled her eyes at the thought of having to deal with one of Nevermore's problems, one last time.

As she followed you through the halls, she watched your pace slow and your worry fade. You ended up walking beside her, and taking her hand in yours. Part of your brain told you that she might not follow, that she might know that there was no problem and run away. Part of your brain told you that maybe she didn’t at all want to celebrate, and that she would reject the surprise party and leave in tears.

Still, you held her hand as you stared up at her, your panicked act fading into a large smile. Larissa was so confused as to why you were holding her hand, and smiling at her? She looked down at your no longer panicked face and her eyes met yours, they were, admiring? You looked happy, joyful, loving, and maybe, maybe you were hiding something.

As you both neared the staff room Larissa stopped dead in her tracks. "What is the problem?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows at you. "It’s in here, come" you said, slowly opening the door to the staff room. You walked in slightly, enough to be able to turn on the lights, and Larissa stepped beside you. "I don't see a-" "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"

Everyone shouted and jumped up as you flicked the lights on, and you winced when you watched Larissa jump back in surprise. Larissa's mouth dropped open as she scanned the room, her eyes wide in shock. As you looked up at her expression your heart sunk a bit, for she didn’t look grateful, she didn't look like anything. Surprised, she was, but not happy surprised. "Larissa?" you whispered, and she whipped her head around and bent down to you, putting on a faceless expression. "Is this okay?" you asked hesitantly. Larissa blinked a few times before she turned to the room of people. Her staff were staring at her expectantly with smiles on their faces. She noticed a cake on the middle table, decorations, and a birthday sign that said 'Happy 30th!'

She began to walk slowly into the room, taking you with her. Once she got to the middle table, Larissa slowly but surely smiled. She took a deep breath and looked down at you, before looking around to all of her staff. "Thank you all" she said, bringing her other hand to her chest and laying it on her heart. Teachers then walked to her one by one and gave her a hug, saying happy birthday to her personally. You took that time to reach into your bag and dig out a birthday sash that read 'Birthday Queen'. You walked up to her and she laughed when she saw the sash, bending down to your level so you could slip it over her head and onto her body.

The party kicked off with everyone singing happy birthday to her, and then she blew out many candles on a chocolate cake that read 'Happy Birthday Larissa!'. You pulled out a bottle of her favorite red, which you knew she had already been drinking, and poured her a glass to go with her cake. When everyone finished eating, they socialized and played a few games that you had set out, and you took this time to finish her card.

You sat her down again and presented her with it. When she opened the card, it was full of small messages and signatures of everyone on the staff. Larissa scanned all the names before deciding that she would read the messages later tonight. You watched as a tear escaped her eye, but she was smiling. Your heartbeat quickened before it rested, happy tears, you thought. She looked around at everyone as she wiped at her eyes. "Thank you all so much. I haven't celebrated my birthday in so long."

“We didn't know when your birthday was Larissa, I thought it was in the summer" Vlad chuckled. Larissa giggled and sighed, "I know, I kept it a secret." Larissa then furrowed her brows and looked around at her staff, "Wait, how did you all find out?" Roger instantly gestured to you and smiled, "Y/N found out." Larissa looked down at you and tilted her head in question as a blush spread on your cheeks. "Y/N planned the whole party" Vlad added. The woman pouted her lip as she took your hand in hers. She smiled and squeezed your hand as her eyes watered, "Thank you darling."

The party went on and your heart clenched at the sight of Larissa enjoying herself with the others. You didn't know if she resented you for telling everyone about her birthday, but you were glad that she was celebrating herself. You were relieved, in awe really, you hoped that your digging and planning meant something to her.

When the party was over and most people left, you started cleaning up the room. Larissa stayed with you and started to clear the tables. "Larissa don't worry about the mess, I got it" you smiled. She waved a hand at you dismissively, "Nonsense darling, let me help you." After everything had been cleaned up, you turned to her nervously. "Happy birthday Larissa, I hope it was enjoyable." Larissa smiled down at you and whispered a thank you. She then paused, "Come with me, will you?" You nodded and followed along.

She led you to her office where she gestured for you to sit on the sofa. You placed your bag on the floor and turned to her. "How did you find out that my birthday was today?" she asked. You chuckled in embarrassment, "I saw it written in your calendar."

Larissa's expression turned to one of joy as she laughed and shook her head, "Sneaky girl" she mused. You reached into your bag and pulled out a small box with her name on it. Larissa looked at you in shock as you held it out to her. "I didn't know if you liked celebrating, or if you even liked your birthday at all after you said that there were no more staff birthdays this month" you chuckled. "But, I thought that you were worth celebrating Larissa, so I got you something."

You held the box out to the woman as she stared down at you in awe. Her breathing was rapid and her eyes were teary once again, and you thought that she might not take it. You reached for her hand and placed the box into her delicate palm, "It’s not much, sorry" you smiled.

Larissa looked down at the box and slowly began to open it. Inside she found a bracelet, made with beads of Moonstone and Lapis Lazuli, a birthstone for the month of December, and the color of Larissa's eyes, you noted. In the middle of the bracelet there was a bead with the letter 'L'.

Larissa brought her hand to cover her gasp when she realized that you had made it yourself, all for her. As tears spilled from her eyes, you had no idea what was happening. You also had no time to say anything before the blonde woman wrapped her arms around you and pulled you tight against her. You felt her sniffle and cry into you, and you nuzzled your head into her as you began to stroke her hair. You didn't know why she was reacting like this, but no matter, you'd comfort her any day, you'd do anything for her, any day.

You let Larissa cry into your shoulder for a few minutes before you pulled back, and your eyes met her mascara stained face. "I love it" she whispered. You smiled and nodded. "I usually resent my birthday Y/N. Nobody ever celebrates with me and I, I have some bad memories." Larissa sniffled as she pressed her forehead to yours. "I'm sorry Larissa, I just thought you deserved to be celebrated." Larissa furrowed her brows, "Really?" You cupped her face in your hands, "Yes, really" you whispered.

Larissa stared into your eyes, perhaps she was trying to read you. She paused, and then she gave in. "I haven't been doing too well, darling. This time of year is lonely, and it's always hard for me, and I-" Larissa didn't get to finish her sentence because her voice wavered and tears fell again. You wiped them from her cheeks with your thumbs as she tried to told them back and her gaze fell to the floor. "Look at me Larissa" you whispered. Larissa again met your eyes hesitantly, and it was confirmed, you were right. She was sad, she was lonely, and she wasn't herself, but "I'm here for you. I will be here for you Larissa, please allow me to help you." Larissa let out a sob as she pulled you into her again and found comfort in your neck. You kissed her on the cheek and breathed in her being, as you felt tears fall from your own eyes. "I wanted to celebrate today Larissa, because, I'm so glad that you were born, I'm so happy that you're here. I'm so grateful for you, beautiful. I'm so, so proud of you."

Later that night, Larissa sat in her quarters, reading the messages that her friends had written. She pulled you tight next to her as she smiled at the bracelet on her arm, the bracelet that you had made her. Larissa realized that she did have people who loved her, in one way or another. She realized that she did want to live, she just didn't want to live alone. She came to the conclusion that you had saved her from herself that day. Such a simple gesture from you, a woman that hadn't known her that long, your observation and attention, and your thoughtfulness and love, had saved her.

You kissed her forehead and pulled her face closer to yours, winking. “Happy Birthday Larissa, 50 looks good on you." Larissa smiled and scoffed playfully as she returned the kiss to your nose.

Perhaps December 8th didn't need to mean anything, anything bad or traumatic, at least. Perhaps time didn’t mean anything, perhaps it didn't need to, if she didn't allow it. Perhaps she was the one that stayed, and perhaps you would be too.

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justtwotired · 7 months

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Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

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Part 1 - previous- next

Before we start, I want to make something clear to my dear readers.

My story is mostly based of the series and there are small things from the movies in here. So, quick explanation. Lloyd did get aged by the aging tea, but not only his body, his brain also aged, so no, he isn’t a child trapped in a teens body.

In this story, you are meeting Lloyds mother, and I mean his good mother aka Koko, we don’t mention that other thing in my household.

Lloyd and you are 18 in this story, I don’t know how that works in your country, but in mine it means legal adult.

That was about it, now enjoy the story, loves<3

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Christmas and new years was slowly nearing but that was not something I was really concerned about. Actually I think it’s somewhere on the bottom of the list at the moment.

I tried calling Lloyd for about the sixth time that hour and he finally picked up, making me let out a sigh of relief.

“Lloyd!” I said angrily. “What are you idiots doing? What happened?” I questioned him, and I heard him mumbling something on the other side of the phone. “Jezus Christ, I look at the news for ONCE in my life,” I groaned.

“Alright, love, I need you to calm down-” he tried and I interrupted him immediately.

“CALM DOWN- Lloyd you six are all over the news, you are currently one of the most wanted people in Ninjago- where are you? Are you safe?” I asked.

“You don’t believe the news then?” He asked and I let out a sarcastic laugh.

“You think I’m going to believe you broke into the museum and killed two security guards?” I asked and he let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah, it was a dumb question,” he admitted. “I’m fine, we are currently hiding on Borg’s rooftop, though I think they’re going to start using helicopters soon,” he said.

“I suppose with ‘they’ you mean the police?” I asked unamused and he let out a nervous chuckle again.

“Yeah,” he said. “Hey- Jay, don’t do that, you’ll die,” he sounded a bit further away when he said that. “Anyway, I am quite busy right now, love, so I think I’m hanging up,” he said.

“Indeed you are, and I am coming over there,” I said and stood up from my chair. “Borg’s tower you said, right?” I asked, grabbing my jacket.

“Y/n no, you are not coming here, absolutely not,” he sounded stern when he said it and I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, safety, bla bla, protection, bla bla, don’t be reckless, bla, bla, bla,” I closed the front door behind me. “I’ll be at Borg’s tower in ten- I suppose he knows you’re up there?” I asked.

“Uh, yes?” Lloyd said confused.

“Good, then I don’t have to climb all the way up there cause I had no idea how I was going to do that,” I announced. “Bye Lloyd,” I then hung up and ignored the two calls from him and later one from Cole.

When I arrived I walked into Borg’s tower and headed over to the front desk.

“Hello, is Cyrus Borg here?” I asked the lady, who gave me a confused look but nodded.

“Great, my name is Y/n L/n, I’ve been send by my father William L/n, he has an important message for Borg that I need to deliver,” I said and the lady looked surprised.

I had improvised, I was actually really surprised when I stood in Cyrus Borg’s office two minutes later.

“Y/n L/n, hm?” He smiled at me. “You look just like your father,” he said and I gave him a kind smile. “What is it you need to tell me, dear?” He asked and I nervously chuckled.

“Nothing, actually,” I said and he frowned. “I know that the ninja are on the roof and I need to talk to them,” I said and he gave me a bewildered look.

“Where did you hear that- that is nonsense,” he tried but I shook my head.

“I’m Lloyds girlfriend, he told me,” I said, it felt good saying I was Lloyd girlfriend, I liked it.

And just like that, I got access to the roof, leaving me alone there with six shocked ninja, all surprised I managed to get there.

“What happened?” I asked and they all exchanged looks.

“We’re keeping her, right?” Jay whispered to Cole who was next to him.

“She doesn’t have a choice at this point, she ain’t going anywhere,” Kai nodded and I groaned.

“Can anyone with sense- so Nya or Zane- explain to me what’s happening and how I can help?” I folded my arms and the other led out an offended noice.

“Yesterday night the museum was robbed, the camera footage showed people in gi like ours, and since the police can’t seem to think that maybe that could be other people, we are the main suspects,” Nya explained in a nutshell.

“That is not everything,” Zane continued. “The footage shows that multiple items have been stolen, all of which are items you use in battle, so we have reason to think that our clones are planning an attack, but we do not know when or where,” he filled in.

“Correct, and we know that they are dangerous, as two security guards passed in the robbery,” Lloyd started. “And we know that it wasn’t a robbery gone bad, as footage shows they took the guards out before they entered,”

I nodded along and thought for a moment. “Any ideas what or who they might be planning to attack?” I asked. “Some big events going on? Maybe a celebrity coming to the city?” I speculated.

“The only thing we could think off was an auction at the museum, but it just doesn’t make sense, seeing they just robbed the place,” Kai said and I shook my head.

“What- no that makes sense actually,” I said and they gave me weird looks. “The auction is tomorrow morning, meaning that today the dead sea necklace and the invictum sword arrive. Because of the break in and the severity of the situation, the auction won’t continue, meaning both the sword and the necklace will be in the museum for safe keeping,” I explained and they all just frowned at me making me sigh.

“Alright, let’s see it from another point of view,” I sighed. “We already established, the auction can’t continue, what did our thieves do? They stole weapons, Zane, were these weapons worth a lot?” I asked.

The nindroid nodded. “They stole three powerful, expensive weapons,” he said and I nodded.

“Alright, expensive, it means they can sell them, remember that,” I looked around the group. “At the auction, they will also show off the invictum sword,” I said and they nodded again.

“Now, tell me, looking at yesterday’s robbery, what do you think the thieves would steal at the auction tommorow?” I asked and the ninja exchanged looks.

“The invictum sword? It’s a sword that never loses after all… if you believe the tails,” Kai said, the others nodded along and I grinned.

“And that is exactly what the museum thinks aswel, so guess what, they focus on the sword, is it protected? How many guards are on duty? Do we trust everyone inside? All that kinds of stuff,” I waved my hand a bit.

“The only people watching the sword and other artifacts are either hired bodyguards, museum staff or museum guards, why? Because the police is to busy fussing over your location,” I pointed at them.

“While that happens, the Dead Sea necklace gets forgotten more and more,” I explained. “Meaning, that while the police is fussing over you guys and the museum is fussing over the sword, the thieves can almost take the necklace like it’s an all you can eat restaurant,” I said with a grin.

“The weapons they stole are worth a lot of money, but the invictum sword? Roughly 10.000 dollars, now that sounds like a lot, unless you compare it with the other weapons or the necklace, which is worth 25 million dollars, they aren’t interested in weapons, they just want you to think that, it’s really just money that they’re after,” I finally finished and took a deep breath.

“Also,” I started and they almost looked tired. “They used guns to take the guards out and the weapons they stole are for close combat, i think they aren’t even going to use those weapons,” I voiced and looked around the group.

“So we’re all clear on that? Sorry I’m not very good at explaining,” I said with a small chuckle.

“Definitely keeping her,” Cole said to Jay.

“Holy shit, you’re a genius!” Nya called out. “You’re right, they are after money, and if I think about it, I bet that they are the same criminals we’ve been after for a few months now, those same ones that pulled you off your skateboard and held you hostage!” She pointed at me.

“You two are right, both of them are after money, and looking at the way they handle things, we can almost be sure they are the same guys,” Lloyd said deep in thought.

“How did you even figure all that out?” Kai asked in disbelief. “We’ve been trying all afternoon,” he said with a pointed look at Zane.

“Oh, I’m interested in historical artifices,” I shrugged. “Plus my mom wanted to go to the auction tomorrow. And my true crime podcast binging might have some impact,” I grinned at the group.

“What do you think, Zane?” Lloyd looked at the nindroid who had the most sense out of all of them.

“Oh, I realised what Y/n meant after the first explanation, Pixal and I just searched around on street camera’s and I think I’ve found the place they are hiding out,” Zane said, making everyone start to grin.

“Guys, I think we can actually pull this off,” Jay said excitedly. “Now the only thing we need is a distraction!” He said before his smile dropped “Ehh, what will we use as distraction?”

“Decoy?” Kai asked and looked at me. “We can dress her up as one of us, distract the police while we head to- wherever their hideout is- Zane?” Kai turned to Zane.

“Closed warehouse on Bundystreet,” the nindroid answered.

“Yeah, absolutely not,” Lloyd jumped in. “First off, if they catch her, she can go to Jail or what, many things can happen if she gets caught, there are way to many risks for that, and also, there is no way the entire police force will follow one ninja,” he said.

“Oh! Oh! Can’t you just make one of your illusions?” Cole suggested and I shook my head.

“Not one big enough to distract the police,” I said a bit disappointed, while cracking my brains, suddenly, a grin appeared on my face. “I’ve got an idea,” I suddenly said.

“And that is?” Kai asked, everyone looking at me curiously.

“I can’t really explain, all I can say is that it will definitely work if I just throw in some illusions, hold on, I have to make a phone call,” I said and held up a finger.

“Before I call, the plan is, you go to the warehouse, surprise the criminals, arrest them, all those things, all I need to do is make sure the police isn’t on your heels?” I asked and they nodded.

“And you already have a plan on how you’ll enter the Warehouse?” I asked and they stopped for a second. “Yeah, do that while I make this call,” I suggested.

I entered my groupchat, also knows as ‘the abusement park’ and pressed call.

“What up?” Anthony was the first to join, and I saw his face next to Arthur’s.

“Excuse me? How dare you wake me up from my beauty sleep,” Flora also entered the call, an eye mask still on her forehead.

“Hun, aren’t you supposed to be working on your science project?” Luna who also joined the call asked her.

“We had a science project?” James joined the call aswel.

“You aren’t telling me I’m the only one that did that one, right?” Charlie asked, laying down on his bed.

“Guys, Guys,” I interrupted and they still bickered a bit. “I’m calling in a ‘don’t get me started,’ can I please say something?” It went immediately silent after that.

“I suppose you all still have the fireworks we got yesterday, right?” I asked, and they all nodded, not speaking.

“Is your plan clear?” I turned to the ninja after I finished my phone call.

“Yes, clear,” Lloyd said, making me grin slightly and look at my phone.

King Charles

I’m ready

Millie<3

Same here

Slowly the texts from everyone started to fill my screen, telling me they were ready.

“You guys get going, the distraction will start in a minute,” I grinned. Lloyd then pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead.

“Thank you, I’ll see you after, alright?” He asked and I nodded and then they quickly got going.

Lloyd POV:

We hadn’t even left the street yet and suddenly loud bangs came from Borg tower, making my heart sink, but when I turned around, they were… fireworks?

Then suddenly, fireworks came from all over the city, they where big and bright in the sky, coming from multiple different places and it didn’t take long for me to notice, they all reached away from Bundystreet.

She was confusing the police by letting all of her friends set off fireworks at the same time in different places, I realised.

The cops wouldn’t know what was happening and be confused, probably spreading to the spots to see what the hell was going on but by that time, the others would be gone and we where in the warehouse.

I had one smart ass girlfriend.

Your POV:

I met with the others at the video store and they all gave me unamused glances.

“Yeah, that was all our firework for the coming new year,” Anthony said, rather disappointed and I gave them a small pout.

“I’m sorry guys, but we still have my fireworks- and I can illusion some shit- I’ll buy some new things for you, I promise,” I begged and they all sighed and complied, sharing smiles here and there anyway.

“It really was awesome, though,” James said with a huge grin and I chuckled.

“See, that is a much better mindset,” I told him and he lightly shoved my shoulder.

“Alright, N/n,” Luna started and gave me a serious look. “I hope you realise we all want to know why we just had to do that,” she asked and I gave them all a wary look when they nodded along.

“What- no. I called in a don’t get me started,” I stated with a slight frown. “May I remind you that that means I can ask for a favour without having to explain why,” I said and they all groaned.

“Y/n, you literally just had us distract the cops to go looking all over the city while we used up all of our fireworks, come on,” Arthur whined. “Does it have something to do with the ninja robbing the museum?” He asked and I gave him an offended scowl.

“First off, that wasn’t them, you could literally see that it wasn’t them, on the footage their body language was wrong and everything, besides they would never rob the museum and definitely wouldn’t hurt an innocent person,” I started off.

“So this means that it does have something to do with them?” James asked and I let out a small sigh.

“They needed a distraction, alright, they couldn’t have the cops messing up their plan so I offered to help- after literally figuring out the whole thing by the way, I am taking those credits, but their fixing everything now and I think they’re almost done, it has certainly been a while,” I looked at the time on my phone.

It was already dark out and I had to text my parents to tell them I wasn’t eating at home, I hadn’t even ate at all yet.

“You are just casually close friends with the ninja now?” Charlie asked, an amused smirk dancing on his lips.

“Kind off, yeah?” I shrugged. “I mean, I hang out with them some time…” I revealed a bit awkwardly.

They all gave me rather surprised and shocked looks as I told them this.

“And you think you can just nonchalantly say that now as if it’s normal?” Millie asked, raising her eyebrows. She looked around the group who where giving off the same energy as her. “Wait- do you like- know their identities?” She asked.

I silently nodded and I was immediately bombarded with questions.

“Hey, if you expect me to tell you their identities, just know I will not,” I immediately made clear. “Really, I love all of you, but I can’t betray their trust like that, I promised them I wouldn’t tell anyone,” I said and James pouted at me.

“Not even me?” He asked, innocently batting his eyelashes and I chuckled, patting his cheek.

“Not even you, Jamie,” I said and he pouted, making me flick his cheek instead. He quickly flinched away from me and laid a hand on his cheek while giving me an offended look.

“Hey, trouble!” I turned around to see Kai- or well, the red ninja, approaching us. I smiled at him and waved him over.

“Red! How did it go?” I asked him immediately when he was within ten feet.

“It went fine, we got them, called the police and soon enough there was enough evidence to let us go, so we’re fine,” he winked and I smiled, quickly giving him a hug.

“That’s great to hear,” I said and pulled away. “How’s greenie?” I asked, a slight bit worried.

“He’s fine, currently with the team. He and Ice are fixing some things while the others are probably goofing around, almost killing themselves, you know, the normal stuff,” he said making me chuckle.

“Oh, by the way,” I took a step to the side. “These are my friends, guys, this is red,” I said and they all said hi, looking at the tall ninja with slight fascination.

“Great to meet you all,” he said quickly and he seemed to be listening to something before putting his wrist holding his communication device to his mouth. “I’ll be there in a moment- yes, Pixal I know,” he said a bit annoyed.

“Seems like I need to get going,” he said right after and I nodded.

“It’s fine, I’ll text you guys later and you can let me know how it went, then I’ll see you all- Tuesday, was it?” I asked and he chuckled.

“Tuesday yeah,” he assured. “You’ll see me then, but I think Greenie will probably stop by later, maybe earth will come with him? I don’t know, he said something about the book you recommended him,” he shrugged.

“Oh, yeah that’s fine, just tell them to text me,” I nodded.

“Alright then,” Kai said and checked the street for a moment. “Trouble,” he nodded at me. “Troubles friends,” he nodded at them to before disappearing.

On the way to our favourite chilling rooftop, I was interrogated by my friends about the ninja and how I met them.

Most of the thing slightly had to lie but other thing I told them honestly.

We where hanging out on the roof for about an hour when two figures appeared. We all quickly recognised them as greenie and earth, making me jump up in excitement.

“You’re here! Ka- I mean red mentioned you’d stop by, you got my text then? You never responded,” I looked at Greenie and he nodded.

“Yeah, I got it, I was a bit busy, didn’t have time to respond,” he said and looked behind me at the others. “Hi guys,” he said, making them all wave.

“Oh, earth, these are my friends, say hi guys,” I said and they all chuckled and said hello.

Cole was frozen for a moment looking, before he blinked and put up a hand. “Hi, nice to meet you,” he said, kindly.

“Alright- N/n, I read the book, and honest thoughts- it was amazing and the plot twist? I really didn’t see it coming!” He said and I jumped up and down.

“I knew you’d say that! I didn’t mention it so you wouldn’t crack it trough the story!” I said and he laughed as I pointed at him.

“No but really, I went trough it quickly again and when you know it’s going to happen, you can see it, honestly I think it’s a new favourite,” he admitted and I grinned widely.

“Hold on a second,” I put my finger up and turned around slightly. “Lu! Come here!” I called and she came over.

“What is it?” She asked, shooting a quick smile at the two ninja. “Am I going to be arrested again?” She asked with a chuckle.

“Not that I know of,” I answered, giving her a fake suspicious look, making her put a finger to her mouth with a grin. “Earth here just finished our favourite book,” I said and stars appeared in her eyes.

“Really? How was it? What do you think of the plot twist? Do you also think those flowers where the cause of the main characters sickness?” She shot questions at him and he chuckled.

Soon enough they where in a deep conversation and I smiled triumphantly at Lloyd, who shook his head at me.

“Thats one way to get my attention to yourself,” he teased and I scoffed.

“I actually did it so I could give all my attention to you!” I pointed at him and he laughed.

“I know, I know, I’m just teasing you, doll,” he said and I huffed, rolling my eyes at him. ��Hey, don’t you act like that, or I might not invite you to join me and earth on our way to the monastery,” he said and stars twinkled in my eyes.

“Really?” I asked excitement lacing my voice, making him chuckle. “Really,” he said and I flung my arms around him.

“Wait- does that mean I am meeting your mother?” I asked and he paused for a second before nodding.

“Uh, yeah, is that a problem?” He asked and I contemplated before hesitantly shaking my head. He chuckled and put an arm around me.

“Don’t worry, Princess, she’ll love you,” he said and I let out a small breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Yeah, alright, fine- I just need James to cover for me saying I’m at his house, I don’t know how my parents would react if I said I was at the monastery,” I said making Lloyd chuckle.

I quickly made my way over to the others and tapped James in the shoulder, he turned to me with a big smile.

“Jamie, can you cover for me and let me tell my parents I’m at your house for some part in the evening?” I asked and he nodded.

“Hm, you going to your boyfriends house or something? I’m doing it, of course, always for you,” he bumped into me slightly.

“Oh, no, I’m going with Earth and greenie,” I admitted and he slowly nodded.

“Alright, yeah sure, I’m just going to act like that’s completely normal, have fun at their secret hide out,” he joked and I rolled my eyes, but thanked him anyway.

“That’s all set,” I told Greenie and his eyes shined with happiness, making a chuckle escape my throat.

“What’s all set?” Earth asked, coming to stand besides Greenie again. Luna stood next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder.

“Oh, N/n’s coming with us to the monastery, are you done with your talk? Because then we can go,” he explained and Cole nodded.

“Yeah, all finished,” he answered. “Are we taking the dragons? He questioned, Greenie nodded and my eyes went wide.

“You want me to sit on the back of one of those dragons?” I asked and Lloyd gave me a look.

“Yes, and later in life we’ll teach you how to make one of those yourself, for now you’ll ride with me,” he said, making me swallow thickly but comply anyway.

“Lu, are you awake enough for me to walk away or do I need to personally carry you to the others?” I asked and she looked up at me, slowly blinking.

“What?” She asked making me shake my head with a small chuckle.

“Arty!” I called to the others and he looked up at me. “Come collect Lu, and please take her home she needs sleep,” I said and he got up.

He took over Luna for me, holding her and she fell asleep, right there, standing up, making him look at her in disbelief as he let out a sigh and the others laughed.

“Ready?” Lloyd asked me and I nodded, saying goodbye to the others. “Come on,” he took me to the side of the building and held my hand as we stood on the edge.

“Are we jumping?” I asked terrified and he grinned before grabbing me by my waist and jumping down the high building.

We were falling for a moment but then seemed to land on something. I held my eyes closed and still felt his arms around my waist.

“Open your eyes, we’re fine,” he chuckled and when I opened them, we where sitting on a green dragon who actually gave off green light.

“Holy shit!” I laughed, I looked down at the city beneath us, we where actually flying on a dragon! I was sat in the front, and Lloyd, who had just taken of his mask, sat behind me, holding the reins with his arms around my waist.

“Still scary?” He asked and I laughed and shook my head.

“I love it!” I said, looking around me, the city still rather busy for this time. I looked to my right to see Cole, also having his mask off now.

“Hey, Cole!” I called and he looked over. “What’d you think of Luna?” I asked and I saw his cheeks tint red before looking forward again.

“Yeah, she was uh- nice,” he said and Lloyd laughed at him while I just frowned slightly.

“What’s going on? What did I miss?” I asked and Lloyd just laughed in my ear before answering.

“Cole as a crush on Luna, we see her every now and then, never talk to her, but he admires from afar.” Lloyd reveals and I looked at Cole in disbelief.

“You like her?” I asked and he glared at Lloyd.

“Wow, thanks man!” He said and the both of us laughed while he just looked embarrassed.

“I can set you up with her if you want! She’ll like you, I think the two of you would be good together,” I said and I gave me a hopeful look.

“You think so?” He asked and I nodded with a small smile. The moment was over when Lloyd laughed again, making Cold glare at him and me chuckle.

“Don’t mind Lloyd, I really think you two could hit it off, but we’ll talk about that later when this moron isn’t around,” I said, elbowing Lloyd slightly.

Cole was about to say something but fell silent and seemed to listen to something.

“Don’t mind that, probably someone who’s talking over the coms,” Lloyd told me and I nodded.

“Yes, I’ll go now, but this better don’t take long, I am tired as hell,” I heard Cole say before looking at us.

“I need to head out, new mission, I’ll see you two later,” he waved at us before redirecting his dragon.

“Hmm, alone time,” Lloyd whispered in my ear before resting his head in my neck making me chuckle.

I sucked in a sharp breath when his lips suddenly attached to my neck, he trailed kissed down and up my neck, making goosebumps run up my skin.

“Lloyd, shouldn’t you be looking where we’re going?” I asked and he chuckled against my skin.

“What, you don’t like it?” He whispered in my ear, making my stomach turn upside down. God what was he doing to me.

“I didn’t say that,” I told him. “But I think you might want to do this later somewhere else and not on a dragon,” I said and he chuckled.

“I’ll remember that,” he said, making my cheeks turn hot.

#lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago x reader #ninjago lloyd #ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon #Ninjago #lego ninjago #lego ninjago x reader

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strniohoeee · 11 months

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Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris takes Y/N ice skating, but she can’t stop falling….(for him). This is based on my request asking for Chris to teach the reader how to skate, and she falls into his arms

Warnings⚠️: Nothing…just super cute once again

Song for the imagine: Are We Still Friends?- Tyler the Creator

“Pleaseee come with me” Chris was begging over the phone

“I don’t know how to ice skate though” I said back to him

“Dude I can teach you” he said in a dumbfounded way

“Why don’t you go with Nate, Matt and Nick?” I asked him

“They don’t want to go with me, and I really don’t want to go alone PLEASE” he yelled the last part

“Chris my ears..” i said to him

“Sorry! But please come with” he said sounding sad

“UGHH fine” I told him feeling defeated

“YES! Okay I’ll be there in 15” he said before hanging up on me

I sighed, and decided to get dressed. Waiting for Chris to come get me. Finally I heard music blasting and tires screeching to a stop, so I knew it was him. He just got his license, and for sure did not know how to drive still

I ran out the door, and into the car

I gave him a side hug as I got in the car

“Hey Chris” I said after I pulled away from the hug

“Helloooo ready to bust your ass” he asked as he put the car in drive and literally skirted off

“Ummm if we make it there, Jesus who was in the car with you when you took your test? A blind person?” I asked laughing at him

“Excuse me that’s not nice” he said looking at me with a sad face

“I’m sorry, but I’m also very serious,” I told him, laughing in his face.

The rink was only 10 minutes from my house. So once we pulled up and parked we hopped out, and headed inside

“Damn there is no one in here” I said as we walked up to the booth to pay for our ice skates

“Well it’s 12pm on a Monday afternoon….who would be here” he asked after paying

“You weird ass” I told him

“Well you’re here with me too, so that makes??? TWO WEIRD ASSES” he said, and we just laughed about it as I shook my head at his stupidity

I put my skates on, and immediately started to regret it…how the fuck am I supposed to skate on ice in these?? Let alone walk to the damn rink

“CHRIS” I yelled as I tried to stand up

He ran over and helped me balance myself

“I’m going to eat shit while we skate, and then you’re going to not be paying attention and skate right over my fingers, and then I’ll have no hands” I said trying to not go skate

“Y/N be for real right now….this is not final destination” he said pulling me with him to the ice

“I’m so scared” I said gripping onto him tightly

“Calm down and relax before your knees lock and you pass out” he said laughing at me

“This is not funny asshole” I said smacking him lightly

He helped me onto the ice and immediately I almost fell

“You are like a newborn deer” he said holding onto me

“In case you haven’t noticed because I know you don’t like to listen, but now you don’t like to use your eyes apparently…IVE NEVER DONE THIS” I told him sarcastically

“I’ll let you go” he said started to back away

“NO! I’m sorry” i said pulling him in tighter

“Take me to the ledge I’m going to hold on” I told him

He brought me to the ledge and I held on, I took my phone out of my pocket, and opened up TikTok

“Since I can’t skate let’s make some tik toks” I told him, at first he rolled his eyes, but then agreed

I started to film the tik tok, and slowly backed away from the camera

“Oh my god I’m doing it” I said as I looked back at him. The countdown went down and we started to lip sync to “I’m real” by Jlo and Ja Rule. I back up into Chris and he grabbed me putting his arm over me to hold me while we lip synced

A few tik toks later I was getting more comfortable skating a little bit.

Chris had it recording and I came up skating behind him, but I got a little wobbly, and I went to grab Chris, but I was falling and I ended up pulling him down with me. Both of our legs went up into the air, and we started dying of laughter. Chris got up dying of laughter and was trying to help me up, but he could not stop laughing

Finally he got me up, and I had hit stop, and slid the phone back into my pocket

“Okay let’s go to center so I can teach you some more” Chris said pulling me to the center of rink with no protection around us

“Okay so first move is how to stop” he said so he started to skate and stopped

“Do exactly that and you will not fall” he said smiling

“Oh my god yes that is so easy” I said in the most sarcastic way

“Just do it” he said rolling his eyes

As I went to stop I continued to slide, and fell right on my ass

“OUCHHHH” I said groaning and trying to get myself up

“Well how about we try a spin?” He asked

“Bitch? A spin? I just ate shit trying to stop and now you want me to become a figure skater” I told him

“It’s easy watch” he did a small spin, and I will say it looked easy, but Chris knew how to skate

As I went to do the spin I lost my balance, and as I went to fall back Chris caught me in his arms.

I looked up at him, and our eyes locked as we stared into each others eyes

“You’re not falling for me now are you?” He asked with a smug expression

I just rolled my eyes and got back up

“Way to ruin the mood” I said looking at him

“There was a mood?” He asked with a dumb look on his face

“Chris can’t you see I like you?? The way I just looked into your eyes, and practically melted” I said looking at him

“Ahhh so you do feel something for me?” He asked smirking

“Chris….” I said sighing

“What if I told you the feelings were mutual?” He asked skating closer to me

“I’d probably kiss you” I said looking at him

“Well in that case I really like you too” he said smiling at me

I turned and crashed our lips together pulling him in by his coat. We both pulled away

“I could do that all day” he said

“What is it with you and corny ass pick up lines” I said laughing at him

“Because they make you laugh, and I love how you look when you laugh” he said back to me

“Stop” I said trying to skate away as I was blushing, but instead I lost my balance and I took Chris down with me again

As we hit the ice with a thud we started laughing. He looked over at me, and kissed me, and I kissed back

“We’re going to have to work on these skating skills if you’re going to date me” he said helping me up

“Well good thing I have a good teacher” I said kissing him on the cheek

“And I have a good learner,” he said, kissing me back.

The End

Once again I hope you liked!!! And I hope that whoever requested this also liked it as much and I loved writing it🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 I have more imagines to write, but I’m almost done 🙏🏽🙏🏽the rest will be uploaded later on today (it’s 1:34am) where I’m at🫢

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #Spotify

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watcheraurora · 10 days

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Avian Scar? Avian Scar!

Aka a ficlet that wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it 837 words

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“Scar—oh, Scar—your wings!” Grian lamented, slipping into a landing on his scaled, bare feet as his Elytra disengaged. He regained his bearings and approached Scar, looking at the grey-and-white harpy eagle wings tucked to Scar’s back. “Scar—why aren’t you taking care of them?”

“I am!” Scar blustered.

The gills on Grian’s neck lifted and settled. “You’re not,” he said.

“Yes I am! I’m keeping them clean and I wash them off in the shower every night.”

“Scar, you’re not supposed to soap them unless they get covered in mud or blood or something. You’re supposed to rinse them and then oil them while you reorder the feathers.”

“Well isn’t someone just all hoity-toity!”

Grian leveled him with a sarcastic eyebrow. “Come on. I spent the better part of four seasons with wings—apart from that bit where I was a mushroom. I know how to care for them now. Sit down.” He pushed Scar over to a bench at the train station and prodded until Scar sat down. Then set down his Ender Chest and pulled out a bucket of water and a brush. “Lucky you, I got a new one for this season, not realizing I was going to be aquatic this time. Guess I got too used to the wings.”

“What’s that?”

“This is a preening brush. Birds preen their feathers with their beaks. Our fingers are the wrong shape and material, so we have to do it with brushes. Here.” Grian passed the brush over. Scar took it. And stared at it. Silently. For several looong seconds.

“Wh… what do I do with this?”

“Stick your wings out. Let me rinse the grit out from between the feathers first. Then I’ll show you.”

Scar extended his wings to either side of him. They weren’t as lustrous as they’d been Day One. Limp and dull in color. The feathers brittle. Shaggy. Falling apart. Grian was astounded he could still manage to fly at all.

Quickly but carefully, he rinsed Scar’s wings, reordering the twisted feathers where he could, pulling out ones that had fallen but got caught, and occasionally picking out the larger debris. He worked quickly and quietly. So used to tuning out one of Scar’s silence-filling rambles about something inane that it took him until the start of the second wing to realize Scar was silent.

“What? No Disney news for me today?” Grian ribbed playfully.

Scar’s eyes—vibrant green against the forest he’d built by hand—were tracking every single movement of Grian’s hands. “How… how are you doing that so fast?”

“Practice. Like I said. I had wings for like five years.” Grian shrugged.

“Do you miss them?”

“Yeah. But it’s fun to branch out every so often. Be something new. And I managed to learn how an Elytra works. It’s not the same as bird wing flight but it’s close enough.”

“Why do you think I got the wings?” Scar asked.

Another shrug. “Zookeeper? You love your animals so much your code decided to make you part. I started this world normal. Not even wings for the first time in a few seasons. And then I got so obsessed with fishing that my code slowly adjusted to make me aquatic. It’s one of those pieces of this universe that just… make no sense, I guess. But you’ll have to learn to take care of these.” Grian finished the second wing. “Now let me show you how to oil them on your own. See this spot right here?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s your oil gland. You spread the preening oil over your wings from there. Hold the brush like—” He took Scar’s wrist and the brush and adjusted how Scar held the handle of the brush. “There you go. Now drag it down in the direction the feathers grow. With the grain. Like brushing hair. That’s it.”

Grian guided Scar through, remarkably patient. Scar tried to learn. He really did. It wasn’t his fault that his memory was a leaky tap and dripped things away to the point where he forgot them. But he wanted to learn. So he tried.

“Hey, uh, G? Will you, uh, keep helping me? I’m not gonna get the hang of this for a long while.”

Grian’s smile was exasperated—but also touched. “Sure. I can do that. But promise me you’ll take care of them.”

“I will, I will! Just need someone to show me how. A lot.” Scar chuckled. Grian joined in. “I appreciate it, y’know. You helping me.”

“Yeah, well. You need all the help you can get,” Grian teased. He giggled and used a rocket to shoot into the air.

Scar’s wings beat and he ascended right behind. “Oh no you don’t! You get back here, mister!”

Grian’s high-pitched giggles and full-bodied cackles rang through the sky as Scar chased him around Cherry Mountain.

Down below, Gem rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Weirdos,” she said fondly. She grabbed her Impulse goat horn and gave it a blow.

“Hohmygod!”

Grian’s cackling got louder, joined by Scar’s laugh.

#hermitcraft #GTWS #Grian #goodtimeswithscar #what is this why does it exist? your guess is as good as mine #just wanted some avian scar I guess #Aurora Writes #Rory Writes

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nekoshinai · 10 months

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“Are you hungry?”| Aether x male reader

“Are you hungry?” || Aether x Male reader

(reuploaded because i privated it a while back, part 2 probably won’t be made but if i do ever get back into writing then maybe it will, who knows?)

Summary: You’re Lumine’s friend, and decided to have a sleepover at her place. After you you both went to sleep, you eventually wake up from hunger and go downstairs do something to eat. However you spot her brother, Aether.

Warnings: inappropriate use of ice cream and chocolate, a lot of kissing, getting caught, nsfw, definitely ooc, feminine looking reader, saliva

Pt 2??

a/n: I originally wrote this on 13th July… I was 16 and now I’m 17. I have put this off for so long i left school and I’m in college. Anyway, I’m not a huge of of this anymore, it definitely could have been wrote better. I actually didn’t finish it so let me know if you want it finished and I’ll post a part two.

For quite a while now, you’ve been coming over to hang out with Lumine over at her place and occasionally having sleepovers. Though, everytime you do come over her brother, Aether, kept stealing glances from you. Well that’s what you thought anyway. But you couldn’t be so sure.

——— ——— ——— ——— ———

Right now, it’s the middle of the night around 1am and y/n just woken up from his deep slumber. He opens up his eyes slowly, adjusting to the dark room he is currently in. After his eyes had adjusted, y/n had sudden urges of hunger. So with a sigh he sat up and got out of bed or well sleeping bag I suppose then drags himself down the stairs and into their kitchen. He didn’t bother asking Lumine beforehand and he knew she wouldn’t mind, and because he didn’t want to disturb her while she’s sleeping so peacefully.

Once y/n arrived to the kitchen, he coincidentally saw Aether, his friends brother, getting himself a snack too.

“Hm?” Aether turns around after he notices a sudden presence behind him.

“Oh— you must be y/n! What are you doing up so late? Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Aether asks him, though his question was a bit hypocritical.

y/n looks at Aether softly, “oh, I’m just hungry.” he waves his hands in dismissal. Aether raises an eyebrow and tilts his head. “And you couldn’t just…go back to sleep?” Aether asked, a faint, teasing tone in his voice. “It’s pretty late.”

Y/n frowns at his words. “Says you…” he mumbled, half joking.

Aether smirks at his comment, leaning back against the kitchen counter. He held a chocolate bar in his hands, before biting off a piece as he spoke.

“And if I say you should sleep, then?” Aether had inquired, a teasing smile resting on his face.

“Then i should get something to eat anyway? Why should I listen to you?” Y/n had asked sarcastically as he tilts his head to the side, he didn’t mean for his words to sound harsh but he was clearly conflicted about Aether’s behaviour.

He chucked at his response, walking a little closer to y/n. “Well, I’m not saying you should, but you came down here at…one o’ clock in the morning…” Aether replied, his voice quiet. “Does nobody know that you’re up right now?”

“No, they don’t..” he replies, his voice also quiet. Confused at what he was getting at.

He raised an eyebrow again, taking a bite from his chocolate bar once again. “So, what are you doing up? Can’t sleep either?” Aether asked, looking at him with a slight grin.

Didn’t I just mention why I was here? Was he not listening or something?!

Y/n nods slowly in response. “Yes, because I’m hungry like I said.”

Aether nods, his smile growing slightly. “Well, it’s good that I’m not the only one up, that makes two of us.” The blonde haired boy chucked quietly, moving his hands behind him, holding onto the kitchen counter. Except for the one holding the chocolate bar.

“And why don’t you eat something…sweet?” He teased, his voice dripping like honey.

Y/n moves closer to him, tucking some hair behind his ear before leaning forward and taking a bite out of Aether’s chocolate bar. The smile on Aether’s face widened, looking down at him as he had reached to take a bite. Then, Aether chucked raising his eyebrows and letting him without any complaints.

“What do you think?” He asked, gesturing for him to eat more of it. “It tastes nice, though it still had your saliva on it from your previous bite.” Y/n sighs, clearly teasing him.

Aether then let out a hearty laugh, playfully bumping you with his shoulder. “And what am I supposed to do about that?” He asked, looking down at him. However, before y/n could even answer him, Aether spoke once more.

“…You didn’t mind though, did you?” He questioned quietly.

Y/n smirked in response, “I didn’t mind at all. Normally it would have freaked me out, sometimes i do with my own. But…it’s from you so it’s okay.” He winked at him. “I’m still hungry through..” he pouts playfully. Aether smirks at his answer, his cheeks turning red slightly. It didn’t seem like anything really phased him… except when it came to you.

“Aww, poor you…” he said sweetly, smiling. He moved a bit closer to you, his lips slightly tilted upwards. “… what would you like.. to eat?” Aether asked, leaning in a bit closer. He tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows tilting upwards. Y/n takes a glance at him, before teasing him.

“You.” He mutters under his breath.

Aethers cheeks reddened even more at his flirty comment. His eyes eyes widened slightly, though his playful smile remained. He tilted his head and stepped forward again, moving closer to him.

“Hm? Sorry… could you repeat that please?” He asked, giggling quietly. His voice almost whispering.

“I want you…to eat.” He repeats a little louder. Aethers cheeks grew hotter, and his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes widened even more. His eyes seemed to have trouble processing what he just said.

“I…” he looked down at him, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. “…what?… ?” He murmured, stepping closer. Despite asking for y/n to repeat his words, he was still embarrassed and conflicted.

“Do you want that too?”

Aether stayed silent for a few seconds, biting his lips slowly. His eyes were glued on his lips. “…I—” his voice was quiet, but soft. For a few moments he just stayed quiet, breathing silently before answering. “…Yes.”

Y/n smirks and leans closer to him, before kissing him. The blond haired boy was so close to him now, his breathing becoming heavier…his heart beating fast. His lips parted slightly as he had leaned in and kissed him. Aether didn’t hesitate to lean in to the kiss. He wrapped his arms around his back, pulling him in tightly as he kissed back.

Y/n is the first to pull away from the kiss, and Aether’s face turned red, biting his lip as y/n pulled away, still smiling at him. Y/n begins to take a bite out of Aether’s chocolate bar. Sharing it with him. Aether took a bite after he did, and just…stared down at him.

“Mm, tastes the same with two mouths on it…” he murmured quietly, looking down at him with a smirk.

Whatever that meant

Y/n swallows his piece and goes back for another bite, this time putting his hand on the back of Aethers head and bringing him down so he could take a bite at the same time he did. Part of their lips touching as they did so.

Aether’s body started to tremble— the sensation of their lips pressed against his as they shared the chocolate bar was definitely a pleasant thing. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, his cheeks bright pink. Then he opened his eyes after a few seconds and took a small bite, glancing up him once he swallowed.

“…It tastes better when we share it.” He murmured softly, staring straight into his eyes. “Doesn’t it? Shall we do this more often?” He smirks. “Only if you’re single~” he winks and stares at him, though wether if he was or not, it was too late asking that question.

Aether raised an eyebrow when he winked, his cheeks turning bright red. He took a minute to process his words, which led to him nodding silently. “Yes…I’d like that. And yes I am a single.” He replied quietly, glancing at him with a smile.

“..Do you want to…eat anything else?” He questioned, giggling quietly. His voice was soft yet playful. “What else is there?~” he asks as he puts his hands behind his back, holding his hands together tightly. Aether paused for a few seconds, looking at the contents of the kitchen. For a while, he seemed to stay quiet, his eyes glancing at y/n every few seconds. "...How does ice-cream sound?" Aether finally asked, glancing at him. "...Or cake— I think I saw some in the fridge." he murmured silently, biting his lips.

“Hm, tough choice~ What do you want?” Aether stayed silent for a second, thinking about his question. His eyes were glued on him, studying him—he took a minute to answer. "Hm..I…could go for some ice-cream. How about we…eat some together?" he suggested quietly, smiling at you. It seemed that everything he did, he was always worried about what he thought.

Y/n nods in agreement, “that’s why I asked you~” he giggled. “I’ll have some too, depending on the flavour.” "...Vanilla?" Aether query’s, his voice quieter then usual. He tilted his head slightly to the side before taking a few steps towards the fridge. His eyes were still on him as he opened the door. “You can look for a flavor you like, I don’t mind." he said, glancing at y/n with a little smile.

“I like vanilla!” Y/n replied, his voice chirping. "Great." Aether said simply, taking out a tub of vanilla ice-cream. For a second he glanced over to y/n before he walked over to the couch, motioning for him to sit down. "Here." he murmured, handing him the tub of ice cream after he sat down on the couch. It was as if he didn't know what else to say...or he just wanted—y/n near him. “Is okay if we eat here? What if somebody wakes up and sees us awake and sharing ice-cream?~” y/n questioned simply, as he sits next to him closely. "Don't worry about it..." Aether murmured, smiling softly at him. His arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him in slightly closer. His eyes stayed focused on y/n as he took a bite out of the ice cream. For a few minutes, he stayed quiet, enjoying y/n’s company as well as the ice-cream.

“Would Lumine be happy seeing us like this? Since you’re her brother and all?” y/n chuckles slightly, before Aether could answer he asked another question. “By the way…are you into guys?” It was rather late to ask this question now, but he risked it anyway. Aether's cheeks turned red as he had asked that question. He looked down at him, a tiny grin on his face. “Lumine probably wouldn't mind too much...but don't worry. She doesn't need to know what we're doing right now." he murmured, leaning in to whisper that sentence into his ear.

"And..." he began, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. "...yes. I am into guys. Why do you ask?" Seemingly confused. “Good. Because I’m actually a guy so..I’m glad you’re into guys.”

He stayed silent for a few seconds, biting his lips again. Aether didn't seem to mind this fact at all—though he was slightly taken aback for a second. "A guy?" he asked, sounding a little shocked. "...But you're so...you're really beautiful.." Aether replied, his voice quiet. It seemed he was a lot prettier than he thought...or maybe it was just because of Aether's eyes. It didn't make him like him any less, if anything, he felt even more attracted to y/n.

Y/n scoffs, but not in an annoyed scoff. More of a scoff that doesn’t believe him. A joking scoff ?? “Am I really that pretty?” He chuckled a little at his response. "...Of course you are. Don't doubt it for a second, y/n..." His gaze shifted slightly, and he looked away for a second. He bit his lips slightly, before glancing at him once again. "...Are you only attracted to guys?" he murmured quietly, his voice dropping as he whispered that question. He wanted to know more about him...especially after the both of them shared such an intimate moment together beforehand.

Y/n nodded “yeah, I’m only into guys.” He chuckles a bit then scoops some ice cream up using a spoon and put it into his mouth before kissing aether while it’s still in there.

Aether's eyes widened as he kissed him. He stayed silent for a few seconds, biting his lips again. He didn't try to pull away right away, as his kisses felt...like heaven. "...I see." he murmured quietly afterwards, his eyes staying glued on you as he licked his lips. "Did you just try to...french kiss me...with ice cream in your mouth?" Aether's voice was soft as he spoke. When aether mentioned that, y/n decided to tease him. “Yeah, I wanted to.” He chuckled.

Y/n then scoops up more ice cream, Aether glancing at him. He eats the ice cream before kissing Aether once more, his eyes widen slightly as he kissed him. He didn’t bother pulling away, instead letting him do as he pleased.

“Mmm..” he murmured silently, a faint blush on his face as he looked down at y/n. “That’s…not what I expected,” he said quietly, biting his lip. “You surprise me with every response you give.” Aether seemed to love the mysteriousness of him though. He liked it when he kept him on his toes like this.

“Did the ice cream taste nice after I put it in my mouth?” Y/n asks, teasing him. He then moves the ice-cream off of Aether’s lap and sits on him. Putting the ice cream beside them. Aether looked up when he mentioned the taste. He seemed a bit flustered, biting his lips silently as he teased him. "...It tasted sweet... and nice." he replied slowly, sounding almost like a whisper. He glanced away from him, slightly embarrassed. He looked back at him when he sat on his lap, his cheeks now a brighter pink. "...What are you doing there, y/n?" he asked softly, glancing down at him. “Just wanted to me closer to you~” He scoops up ice cream again, feeding Aether and kissing him before he swallows it.

Aether stayed silent for a second, looking down at him and watching him spoon feed him ice cream once again. He tried to hold back his smile but failed, and as his lips touched his again he chuckled a bit. "So...I'm the one getting fed ice cream now?" he asked quietly. Y/n’s actions got him somewhat red. "Hm...I'm not gonna deny your kindness, y/n. I'll let you feed me for as long as you'd like..." he murmured softly, teasingly, as he kissed him back.

After a few minutes of feeding each other the cold ice cream they hear a bedroom door open. Luckily whoever it was went into the bathroom. Aether stayed silent when he heard the door open, looking up from y/n’s hands. For a few minutes he just watched the door...which was definitely a bit awkward. Luckily the person who opened the door didn't see the two in the living room. Aether sighed quietly after a while, his chest rising and falling. "...that was close." he muttered quietly. "...Let's just...finish this ice cream." he mumbled, glancing down at the tub of ice cream.

Y/n nods in agreement and they continue eating ice cream, occasionally kissing. A few moments later the bathroom door opens and they both hear footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Lumine looking for y/n, as she noticed he wasn’t there anymore. Aether glanced at him, whispering quickly. "...Lumine...she's coming." He said, glancing over to the door and watching it.

As the footsteps approached the kitchen, Aether stayed silent. His eyes focused on the door. He was afraid that she might see them two together and Aether didn't know how she would feel finding him with her best friend's brother. (Is that right?? Idk) Lumine then quietly calls out to y/n, since she didn’t see him in her bedroom. She then walks in the leaving room and sees them together. Lumine sees y/n on her brothers lap, eating ice-cream.

Aether looked at Lumine, his eyes widening ever so slightly when he saw her. He stayed completely quiet as he glanced over to Lumine, unsure of how she felt seeing the two of them together. His eyes darted back and forth for a while, but he was too scared to speak right away.

"...What are you doing up, Lumine?" he asked quietly.

“I went to the bathroom, but I didn’t see y/n anywhere. So I thought maybe he was in the kitchen, but…i see you two were …busy.” Lumine replies to her brothers question, honestly.

“What are you two even doing up this late…and doing THAT at this time?!” she asks so conflicted, though she wasn’t upset that they were together it seemed.

Aether glanced at y/n when Lumine mentions seeing the two of them being "busy". He was quiet, his cheeks still a bright pink as he spoke. "...Yeah...we were...busy." He mumbled quietly, staring at the ground while he shifted slightly in his seat. "...I was...feeding y/n ice cream..."

Lumine's question made him slightly nervous. Why would they be doing that at this late at night? Why were they together? It might be best for Aether not to answer her question now...especially when his lips were covered in melting ice cream.

“Okay, well if you’re going to go any further, go do it in your room if you know what I mean. I’ll listen to music as I sleep so I don’t hear you. You’re lucky we don’t live with our parents.” Lumine jokes to Aether, teasing them.

It was clear as day what Lumine meant by her words. Aether cleared his throat. "Yes. Okay, alright." he murmured quietly, glancing away from her. His blush was still present as he nodded. "...We, um...okay. We'll head to my room then." he said quietly. His voice was low.

Lumine nods and goes back into her room, while y/n was originally having a sleepover with her, he guessed plans changed. He gets up from Aethers lap.

“What do we do with the ice cream?” Y/n asks as he stares at the ice cream around Aether’s mouth.

Aether watched Lumine as she left the room, taking a deep breath as she shut the door. It seemed like the two of them were good to go. Lumine had the right idea though, they were lucky they didn't live with their parents. If their mother found out what Aether was doing at this hour...she would be screaming.

Aether stayed quiet for a few seconds, his cheeks flushed. "Ah...you can lick it off..." he mumbled quietly, glancing at him. Aether seemed pretty flustered by this exchange.

Y/n blushes and looks away for a brief moment. “i meant the rest of the ice cream in the tub..” he responds before whispering “I was thinking of doing that anyway though..”

"Oh...um..."

Aether glanced over at the tub of ice cream, biting his lips as he looked back at you."...I...um...I can eat the rest of it, Eden. You don't have to worry about it..." he murmured quietly, avoiding eye contact with you.

"But you can lick my face, if you want..." *he whispered, trying to maintain a small chuckle.*

#genshin impact #aether x reader #aether x male reader #genshin smut #Genshin sleepover #lumine

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jaaklops · 7 months

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*shyly bats eyes in request for more pastries* (no pressure ofcc <33 I just love your writing ahhhh)

(also how are you?)

(and also because I must HOW ARE THE CATS)

hello hello hello!!!!! me and all of my cats are doing amazing ty for asking😋😋

as for more pastries,, ask and you shall receive!

Nancy walks away without another word, leaving Robin to pinch her wrist and wonder if any of that was even real. She then wipes her own hands off on her pants.

Robin puts a bag of gummy worms and a half gallon of milk in the basket, pays, and soon she’s out of there, too.

She calls Steve later that day.

“God. I think I kinda hate her.”

A beat.

She quickly amends her statement. “No, no. Wait. That didn’t come out right—” Clearly, Steve mutters. “—I just. Goddamnit, Steve, I have no clue what I’m supposed to do here.”

“Maybe, oh, I don’t know, go meet her there like you said?” Steve sarcastically suggests. “Who knows, something might happen and then, y’know—”

“Oh my god, no, I’m gonna stop you right there,” Robin cuts in. “Nothing’s gonna happen, dude. I already know she doesn’t like me like that.”

“What, did she tell you that herself?”

“No, but why would she? She’s Nancy Wheeler. She’s not… she isn’t like that, and even if she was, she definitely wouldn’t like me.” Robin runs her fingers through her hair, twirling her fingers around the strands.

“Besides,” she adds after Steve’s silence, “that’s not what I’m worried about. Well, yes, I’m worried about the fact that I’ll be alone at fucking Lover’s Lake with her of all places, but like, also everything else.”

She hears him mumble something that almost sounds like, You’d be surprised. Robin decides not to question it. “And what’s ‘everything else?’” Steve then asks her. Robin makes a sound akin to a wince.

“I mean, she just kinda… blanks on me for a bit? And then outta nowhere she just asks me to hang out like we’ve been talking this whole time. I dunno, man. Not that I’m mad, I just didn’t expect that, I guess.”

“Maybe you should talk to her about that,” Steve suggests.

“No, I don’t care.”

“Sounds like you do.”

“…I don’t.”

“Okay then.”

Robin sighs and looks at the clock. It reads something near 6:20. “I have to be there at 7,” she states absently. An afterthought above all else. She hears Steve breathe a sigh.

“Then what the hell are you still doing here talking to me?” Steve questions incredulously. “Get off your ass. Be a man.”

“What I’m doing,” Robin bites out in response, “is asking for advice on how to not actually die. And for the record, I’m standing right now.”

“We’ve been on the phone for fifteen minutes now and you didn’t ask for any advice even once,” Steve points out.

“Whatever,” Robin says. “You get my point.”

Steve sighs. “Look, Robs, you’ve faced a Russian kidnapping, flamed an Upside-Down-dwelling wizard’s ass, and fought like hell even after that. So what’s your problem here?”

Robin frowns. “Yeah, well. This is way scarier.”

“It’s just Nancy.”

Like that helps, Robin doesn’t bite back. For a moment and a half she doesn’t say anything at all. It’s just Nancy, she repeats in her head, like some desperate part of her actually believes that downplaying the situation will save her. Cool, smart, nice Nancy who actually wants to hang out with you, or else she wouldn’t have asked. It’s just Nancy.

It’s just Nancy, but it’s also just Robin. Robin, who isn’t cool and definitely isn’t worth someone like Nancy’s time. Robin, who is dumb enough to even want to hope that someone like Nancy feels the same way. Robin who isn’t as smart, or as great, or as special.

And Nancy is special? Her mind questions stupidly. Robin herself even makes a face at the foolishness of the question.

Yes, she is.

In the end, Robin decides to agree just to agree. She doesn’t have enough time to overthink and debate. “Yeah, you’re right.” She looks again at the clock. “I should go. Be a man, y’know,” she jokes. It makes her laugh a little, which would definitely be embarrassing if it happened around anyone else.

“Okay,” Steve says. He sounds a little relieved. Robin doesn’t take it the wrong way. “I’ll see you soon. Don’t think so hard about all this, Rob. Bye.”

“…Bye.”

#hi ari😋😋#rory speaks🗣️#i forgot if i showed anyone this bit already #besides my other friends #oh well #ronance

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aita-blorbos · 11 months

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AITA for not doing the task i volunteered for?

so i (28M) hang out with this group of guys (all 20-something M) who are all pretty politically involved, and they’re currently trying to recruit more people to their “cause” (or something, i don’t really pay attention). at a recent meeting, the leader of the group (22M) was asking everyone to go to a different part of our city to try and convince them to join up, but he didn’t give me an assignment even though there was one location left over.

now, i’m not really one for politics and i basically think they’re all going to get themselves killed, but if there’s anyone who can make it work, i have faith it’ll be this guy. he’s delusionally idealistic, but he’s this beautiful, infallible paragon - i could go on for hours (and i have, on multiple occasions) but i’ll leave it there. so i volunteered to go talk to the last group.

he actually laughed at me and thought i was totally incapable of pulling it off, so like the sarcastic dickhead i am, i said i was perfectly capable of walking down to the location, talking about x and y topics, etc etc. i was honestly kinda hurt he didn’t even think of me in the first place, but tbf i am pretty useless so i get it.

he finally agreed to let me go, so i headed home to change into a more fitting outfit and stopped in to show it off before i went on my way. (yes, i am aware this was absolutely not necessary. to be fair, he is very pretty and i was very drunk at the time, though that’s par for the course.)

i walked down to the place i was supposed to meet these people and started up a game of dominoes with them, since i figured it’d be a good way to ease into the conversation. we were playing (and drinking) for a while, and i kept trying to find opportunities to start talking about this group and their cause, but nothing came up, so i just kind of kept playing the game. we went on for a while without me saying anything, i progressively got more and more wasted, and i eventually just said “screw it” and went home. so i didn’t do the task i volunteered for. and the worst part is, i think he saw me - i glanced around at one point and saw someone watching that i think might’ve been him. so he went down there himself because he didn’t trust me to get it done, and worse, it turned out he was right because i didn’t do shit.

i feel pretty awful about the whole thing - especially since i would literally die for his approval and he clearly does not trust me at all - but i also kinda feel like he shouldn’t have given a task to me that he already knew i would fail. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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choccos-aaart · 5 months

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Poo has a deep conversation (in script form)

Here's something I wrote which focuses on my portrayal of Poo's character. It's been some days since Poo joined the party, and he & Ness still haven't really hit it off.

(Mostly, it's just Poo being all uptight, under pressure, and having some kind of beef with Ness. Meanwhile, Ness's just chilling and teasing most of the time xd)

Now this is a conversation that change's Poo's perspective on his life forever :O

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It's late at night. Poo hangs out on top of a Scarabian building. Lying down, he watches the stars and admires the way they glitter in the sky. He is tranquil.

A little further down the roof, Ness finishes climbing up. He grins at his achievement, but upon seeing Poo, he quiets down immediately. He awkwardly stands there for some time. Then from his pocket he takes out his yo-yo and slings it.

SFX: Sliiiiiing!

POO: AH--

Poo jumps up and assumes a defensive stance.

POO: WHO GOES THERE?!

NESS: AAH!

POO: Oh, it's just you. (Pause) Wait, how long have you been there? Have you been watching me?!

NESS: Uh no, I just arrived. Seriously, why're you so uptight all the time?

POO: Well! ...It's because trouble is everywhere, that's why!

NESS: I mean... yeah. Trouble's a part of life, and you just have to roll with it, y'know?

POO: Hmph. Well, I refuse to get into any trouble at all.

Ness walks up next to Poo and sits down at the roof's edge.

NESS: You refuse to, huh? Why?

POO: It's... It's because I have to be the best! I trained my whole life so I can aid you in saving the world, and eventually... rule an entire country.

NESS: Dang... I... I dunno what to say about all that... That's a lot.

POO: But... Saving the world is also your responsibility... Hmm... You know, I always--

NESS: Okay, this conversation's getting too deep! Let's change the topic!

POO: Y-yes...! In fact, I would be more than happy to change the topic, as well!

NESS: Hah! We finally agreed on something! Alright, let's see...

Ness pauses to think for a moment. Poo sits down at the edge of the roof.

NESS: Ah! Remember when I was messing with you earlier today?

POO: Be specific.

NESS: At the markets.

POO: (Sighs) Oh yes, now I know. Go on...

NESS: Firstly, remember that you were the one that started this whole one-on-one duel thing.

POO: Duel and one-on-one mean the exa--

NESS: SO, WE WERE MAKING a huge messout of the place--

Poo rolls his eyes and says nothing.

NESS: ...And then some old guy was chasing us. While all that was happening, you had like some kind of "evil laugh" or something!

POO: I had what?

NESS: (Humorously) Man! I didn't even know you had that in you! I didn't even know you could laugh at all!

POO: You're able to notice things like that?

NESS: Wait a minute, just to make sure, you were laughing at the guy, right?

POO: I don't know! But, I suppose it could have been at the man...

NESS: (Laughing) Okay, good!

POO: O...kay?

NESS: And then, when he was screaming at us you said the funniest things, like (immitating Poo) "That is NOT the way you treat the prince of the skies!" (normally) and other things like that!

POO: Surely, that was a serious expression.

NESS: I dunno, you seemed pretty playful to me.

POO: I really said it like that?

NESS: Yeah, you were hilarious!

POO: Hilarious...

NESS: And finally, (sighs fondly) when we escaped the guy, I saw on your face that you had the most mischievous smile. You could barely hide it, even with the serious exterior you have all the time....

POO: ...To think I SMILED after all that...?! I cannot believe myself! I didn't realise my disrespect -- all my masters will be so ashamed of me!

NESS: WHOA, whoa -- chill out, your highness! That's a good thing! (Under his breath) ...Kinda.

POO: (Sarcastically) Oh, really now?

NESS: Yeah, I mean... Sure, rules are rules, and you're expected to follow 'em, but when you're a little disobedient, that's where the fun's at!

POO: (Genuinely) Really?

NESS: Yes, really! This is why I think you should loosen up a little. You're not at the palace right now, are you?

POO: Your point?

NESS: Let me see that troublemaker again! It's something I really like about you, so I'm bummed you gotta hide it all the time!

Poo pauses for a short while. Ness starts looking a little concerned about what he had just said.

NESS: Okay, forget I--

POO: You... Nobody has ever said anything like that to me before...

Ness raises his eyebrows in astonishment.

NESS: Wow... Uh, you're welcome. (Pause) Okay, I mean absolutely no offense when I say this, but man, I would hate to be a prince if it meant growing up like... uh... you.

POO: (Sigh) I understand.

NESS: Anyway! Today was fun! Let's go one-on-one again sometime!

POO: Absolutely!

NESS: And also, try to chill out more when we hang out. At least when you're with me, Jeff and Paula, quit being so under pressure.

POO: Hmph! Alright then! Easy!

NESS: Uhuh. Doubt it!

POO: I said it will be easy!

NESS: Y'know what, just lie back down and look at the sky or whatever you were doing. You were pretty calm then. Right?

Poo pauses for a moment.

POO: Huh... (Under his breath) Yes, I was...

#earthbound #mother 2 #fanfiction #chocco's writing #ness #prince poo #ness (earthbound)#poo (earthbound)#mother series

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professionalpuckbunny · 2 years

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From someone, who understands both Slovak and Czech and has the Slafkovsky gossip on my hockey TikTok feed nearly daily, I am here to clear a couple of things up for the Juraj fangirls desperate for his content: Veronika Vobecka - she is actually from the Czech Republic, not Slovakia - she is the one who was with him on summer vacation in Spain as a fling only (a fling, I repeat, not a serious relationship at least for Juraj himself cause he definitely didn't like being directly associated with her as her boyfriend or just in general later on after the photos of them on the vacation surfaced and Veronika with her friends began to squeeze all the hype out of them) --> nowadays, they no longer follow each other and it seems like Juraj has also blocked her or at least unliked all of her photos he had once liked - She is extremely full of herself to an unbearable point and still has and will have most if not all of the hype around her social media off the fling with Juraj - I am not kidding, there are even fan pages for the two of them where they call her "Veronika Slafkovsky", which honestly seems like something either she and her friends have done to rinse the entire thing even more or someone with a not very sane mind cause it is another level of cringe. She used to be (and probably still is) completely obsessed with him and his first-round-pick fame - like every other TikTok she made last year was indirectly or at many times directly about him:

"When he is 10 out of 10, but not from the Czech Republic" - then her friend proceeded to comment Slovakian flag emojis and she replied to that with a laughing emoji. "When he is 10 out of 10, but too many girls are messaging him. SOS. SOS. SOS." - when she is also openly hooking up with several other guys at the same time.

"I told you I am jealous. How am I supposed to trust anyone these days, it is obvious that I am clearly not the only one. Ur loss" - girl, that is the reality of the life of every hockey WAG, welcome to it if you really want his money and fame

Then she had one stream with her friend, where she even talked about Radka (the other girl that has been trending thanks to being seen with Slafkovsky, this time a Slovak girl, who was with Juraj at the draft and who is very likely from what I have understood a part of his family, not girlfriend or another fling - she has all her social media private so it is hard to confirm her exact relation to him) in a very sarcastic way at which her friend laughed - "It is not his cousin, guys, it is his girlfriend." - and right after Veronika proceeded to talk about how she and Juraj had a ton of time to hang out together before he would leave for Montreal for the start of the season and that they could have dates in Prague or Bratislava the entire time.

In another stream, someone asked her whether she is (now was) truly in contact with Juraj and she replied - "Yes, guys, you can literally ask him. Ask him yourselves."

Seriously that girl is an annoying menace. I hope Juraj won't go back to that wild summer times with her because she would be yet another pretentious mediocre-looking WAG that doesn't actually give a damn about hockey and some true love.

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Despair’s Legacy

A Danganronpa AU

Part 2 - The Legacy Students Here are the first half of the Legacy students!

Sid & Joey

The silly guys! Sid and Joey are the oldest kids? (I think I made them like 19 initially but I'm still calling them kids I don't care) out of the Legacy Students. Thought it would be fun to have twin characters because as we all know twins are not at all significant to the plot of DR I only had to make one sprite yey. Their main personality trait as a pair is the pretty stereotypical wacky, prank-pulling twins. Sid's technically the older twin and is a bit more aggressive and weirder. Joey is more charismatic and friendly. They dress and act the same in public-facing situations for shits and gigs but they do have distinctly different personalities. I'm not sure I'm like, entirely happy with how I initially characterised them. They just felt too similar to Leon at some points but eh. Had a mini freak out because I wasn't sure if wacky coloured hair is like....genetic in the DR universe?! Whatever.

Daiya

Oh Daiya. Daiya, Daiya, Daiya. She was the first OC I created for this thing and the one who I spent the most time on. I thought it'd be cute if Taka's daughter took one look at Mondo and was like you are my entire personality now. He's definitely a father figure to her (Ishimondo was end game in this AU btw, also on that note any father/mother pairings in this AU do not equal couples or anything. That was all done out of fulfilling the contracts. Half of them are gay/queer in some way I promise) Anyway, I always kind of pictured her as a rebel - as much as she could be in such an intimate place. Getting answers wrong in class on purpose, and hanging out in areas she's not supposed to be in. A big part of the plot of the AU hinges on her creating a club with the sole intent of escaping the school. Her dream is to travel across the land Mad Max style. Daiya ended up being the more or less 'antagonist' archetype for this AU. I still kind of flip-flop between giving her delinquent and queen bee bully personality. The twins are her lackeys.

Ren

Sad girl hours time! Ren is a jumpy, skittery mess. She knows her existence was a mistake, so she spends her time desperately trying to make up for it.

She loves being around children and is the designated babysitter for the younger Legacy Students. When she's not being mercilessly bullied by Daiya or alienating herself from others, she also likes to make toys. Another really big aspect of this AU is that Toko voluntarily locks herself away (to protect the others from Genocider), so Ren takes it upon herself to act as her caretaker. I'm still kind of working out what her relationship with Byakuya is. I definitely made it more fractured in the original concept, but I don't think he would be that cold to his own child.

Kaito

Hi I am very unhealthy about Kaito he is my favourite. Before you ask, I made him before V3 came out and I absolutely refuse to change his name even though it makes everything I write really confusing (I think he'd get along really well with V3 Kaito though) He's my favourite attempt at mixing two Danganronpa characters together and creating an amalgamation because he ended up becoming a chill and friendly surfer vibe new age one with the universe bro friend. Also he's a blind seer who kickstarts the AU story with a horrifying vision so that's always fun! He's definitely one of the most complex Legacy students because he has tons of layers to him. Something something happiest people are always y'know - not.

Yukihiko

Ah yes, gotta have the quiet, stoic guy who stands in the corner. Yuki start off a lot meaner/more sarcastic when I first made him but then I was like nah I kinda like making him the guy who says like five words a day and judges you quietly from a distance. I was also going to make him more martial arts focused but I ended up making him more into meditation once I figured out his whole thing, that being he's afraid of his own power so he tries to keep himself in a calm state as much as he can.

and that's all the older kids! If anyone ever wants to discuss them or anything I am always open lmao they've rotted my brain for like 6 - 7 years so I have some weird ass lore for all of them.

Part 1 - - - Part 3

#despair's legacy #danganronpa #danganronpa ocs #oc #au #i am not an artist

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whimsicaldragonette · 2 years

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Audio ARC DNF Review: Last of the Talons by Sophie Kim

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Publication Date: September 27, 2022

Synopsis:

After the destruction of her entire Talon gang, eighteen-year-old Shin Lina—the Reaper of Sunpo—is forced to become a living, breathing weapon for the kingdom’s most-feared crime lord. All that keeps her from turning on her ruthless master is the life of her beloved little sister hanging in the balance. But the order to steal a priceless tapestry from a Dokkaebi temple incites not only the wrath of a legendary immortal, but the beginning of an unwinnable game… Suddenly Lina finds herself in the dreamlike realm of the Dokkaebi, her fate in the hands of its cruel and captivating emperor. But she can win her life—if she kills him first. Now a terrible game of life and death has begun, and even Lina's swift, precise blade is no match for the magnetic Haneul Rui. Lina will have to use every weapon in her arsenal if she wants to outplay this cunning king and save her sister...all before the final grain of sand leaks out of the hourglass. Because one way or another, she'll take Rui's heart. Even if it means giving up her own.

My Rating: ★

*My Review below the cut.

My Review:

I was really looking forward to this one because it sounds amazing. I love reading books grounded in other cultures' mythologies, and Korean mythology is one I haven't really had much experience with. The cover is gorgeous and promises a magical fantasy adventure. The synopsis brings to mind stories like Six of Crows. Sadly, the execution fell far short. The writing could use some polishing. Everything is described endlessly, using the biggest words possible and five where one would do. It's sprinkled lavishly with curse words that just feel unnecessary. I'm all for cursing, just, it has to make sense. Our 'living breathing weapon' and skilled assassin of an mc just isn't. She reads much younger than the stated 18, is constantly getting herself in trouble with her impulsive actions (partially forgiveable because of trauma), and never actually does any killing or shows any skill, only talks about how awesome she is at it or gives a brief overview of things she's done in the past. The closest she gets to showing her skill is entering a building and opening a chest. And not even a human chest, before you ask. Like. That's about as much effort as she puts into the 'steal the priceless tapestry' escapade. Walk in, notice the dust, info dump a bit, open the chest, walk out. Mission complete. (yawn.) She doesn't get along with any of the other women. An awfully lot of time is spent describing how she started / continued smoking. Yes, this leads into memories of her trauma from her family dying but... it's still sort of weird and abrupt. The first-person present tense is my least favorite to read but it can be done well. Sadly, I did not find that to be the case here. She just reads as annoying. Also the moment she described her "shit-eating grin" I knew it was not going to improve. And it didn't. The instant the eventual love interest enters the scene you can clock him as the love interest. He might as well come with a flashing neon sign proclaiming it. If the detailed description of his appearance wasn't enough, there's the bad boy sarcastic sense of humor and the enigmatic interaction and disappearance. Like what even was the point except to go 'hey, love interest here!'? The narrator was ok, although her male voices were not very believable and her reading of the main character made her seem younger than she was supposed to be. I maybe enjoyed her performance less than I would have enjoyed reading the text as I was unable to skim the info-dump-y bits or the places where the descriptions dragged on. I do think that anyone who loves Sara J. Maas' romances - ACOTAR especially - will probably love this. It seems to be much more focused on the romance with the fantasy used more as set dressing. It also gives major ACOTAR vibes which could be part of why I reacted so negatively to it - I enjoyed ACOTAR initially but hearing about it over and over in facebook book groups and spending some time reflecting on it lowered my enjoyment of the series dramatically. After thinking some more about what it was that didn't work for me here, I think I've figured out why I was so disappointed with this book. The cover, narrator's voice, and initial writing of the main character all led me to believe this would be a middle-grade fantasy adventure with the narrator being around 11-12 years old. So the swearing and the smoking felt really jarring when I encountered them, because they definitely wouldn't be in a middle-grade book. And then it took a hard turn into fantasy romance with some major ACOTAR vibes which my initial impression of middle-grade fantasy did NOT prepare me for. *Thanks to NetGalley and Recorded Books for providing an audio arc for review.

#netgalley #arc review #shilo reads #arc dnf review #audio arc review

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vampiregokudera · 2 years

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For Tim's birthday and because of the recent Dark Crisis previews, I drew Tim hanging out with his favorite boys <3

Plus sleepy morning Tim and Tim in a dress :D

#i also wanna draw him being flirty with Impulse Lonnie and Danny but i'm out of art juice for now #can't believe prison dream world Batman was biphobic to Tim ON HIS BIRTHDAY!!!#timber #timkon #i should draw him with Steph too #batfam #tim drake #bernard dowd #conner kent #kon el #superboy #red robin #vampiregokudera #batman #dc #also yes the hanging out part is supposed to be sarcastic

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xpeachesncream · 4 years

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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more.

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier. The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body. "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.

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Hold Me Steady

Word count: 7500

Warnings: Theme centered around depression, loss of a loved one, mentions of grief

This was based on a prompt by @bingo-writes asking for a reader who is dealing with depression. Please review the content warnings above - this is a little bit of a heavier fic, but it's fluff-themed overall. A lot of soft, pining Loki here.

I hope this is what you were hoping for my friend!

The moment you arrived in the tower it was clear you were unique.

When Tony had announced that his new assistant would be moving in to live in the tower alongside the heroes, Loki had scoffed at the idea. It was bad enough he had to share residence with the Avengers, and many of them were enhanced beings in some way. Add a plain, non-hero human into the mix, and he may as well just go live amongst the public. The nerve.

But you weren’t just some ordinary human. You were a breath of fresh air compared to most people Loki had to live with. Aside from the obvious – you didn’t look at him like as though he were a piece of gum stuck to your shoe, as many of the others did – you also had a fiery personality. He supposed it was part of the job description, being assistant to the most stubborn scientist-slash-billionaire in the universe. Even after you were off shift for the day, you were still quite the spitfire in casual settings too. Despite being one of the few female inhabitants, you were plenty capable of hanging with the guys while still enjoying a feminine outing with Nat and Wanda here and there. You were never boisterous and obnoxious as his brother often was, but you had this effortless way of working yourself into any conversation without being an annoyance. Quite possibly the most enticing quality about you was your sharp intellect – you frequently put the others in their place during their friendly bantering sessions, shutting them down with a sarcastic remark or a clever retort.

Yes, Loki thought – you were alright.

He found it difficult to fight the fact that he tended to gravitate toward you in social gatherings. You were simply so much more tolerable than the others. You could hold an intellectual conversation and still maintain that fierce sense of humor. So many evenings he found himself chatting with you, sharing stories of his life growing up on Asgard and receiving stories of your own childhood memories. He particularly enjoyed telling the stories that made you burst into bubbly laughter, the sound near music to his ears. On his worst days, he found himself purposely telling you the more amusing tales of his and his brother’s antics, knowing your laugh would lift his own spirits.

You were incredibly talented as well. On evenings that Tony worked late hours in the lab, you often prepared dinner for him, making a few extra plates for those who happened to be floating around the tower. Your cooking was exceptional. At first, Loki told himself he simply enjoyed your food more than the other Midgardian cuisine he’d sampled over the years in his time on Earth. But when you cooked a pot roast one evening to share with the team, he couldn’t deny that it outshined even some of the food he'd eaten on Asgard.

You were also quite the musician. The first time you’d carried your guitar out to the common room while the group was hanging around casually, he’d observed you curiously. Your delicate fingers strummed the strings of the instrument expertly, creating enchanting melodies that filled the room and hushed the senseless chatter of the others. It was a privilege to listen to you play, but on the rare occasions that you sang along, Loki found himself enraptured. Your voice was never loud, never boastful – usually just audible over the sound of your guitar. But the angelic tones were simply captivating. Loki appreciated that you were confident enough to share your musical gifts rather than hiding away in your room.

Over time, he found you’d become a central part of his day. He looked forward to waking up and meandering into the kitchen to find you making coffee in your pajamas. He treasured the late night conversations you had sitting on the roof of the tower as you both gazed up at the sky, or watched the traffic fly by through the glowing city streets below. You were a sounding board when he needed to complain about his brother, or about his distaste for residing with the band of heroes in general.

And then you disappeared.

It was an abrupt exit. One day, you were lounging around in the common room making jokes with the team, and the next, you were just… gone. For the first few days, Loki tried not to dwell on it too much. You’d never just take off forever without saying goodbye – that would be completely out of character, and he refused to believe you’d do such a thing. But as days turned into a week, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been wrong about you. So, as much as it pained him, he went to the one person he knew would know of your whereabouts.

Stark was somewhat startled to see the tall, lanky Asgardian enter through the door to the lab, hovering at an awkward distance while waiting for Tony to acknowledge him. When he finally did, he was even more surprised to learn the reason for Loki’s impromptu uninvited visit. With a somewhat concerned look, he informed Loki that you’d traveled home on short notice when you’d received news that your younger brother had fallen ill. Many of the others had already asked where you’d gone, but Loki wasn’t exactly a people person normally – he could tell Stark seemed suspicious that he was so interested in your wellbeing. Whether he knew the truth – that Loki had grown to care for you – or he simply thought the trickster was being a skeevy creep, he wasn’t certain. In any case, Stark assured Loki you’d said you’d return once your brother was well again.

But weeks turned into months, and still you were absent.

Loki was beginning to worry you’d never return. Surely your brother must be healed by now. Perhaps you’d decided you no longer wanted to be Stark’s assistant, and you’d decided to remain living at home. Your belongings were still in your room, however; clothes and books strewn about haphazardly as you’d often left it. If you’d truly left for good, you’d surely have returned to gather your possessions.

More than anything, he began to worry for you. Were you alright? Had you fallen ill as well? Had something terrible befallen you? Loki’s heart ached at the idea that anything like that could have occurred. You’d unwittingly become such a bright light in his world, and someone like that – someone who was willing to befriend such a monster, and yet still be so kind and vibrant – didn’t deserve even the mildest of misfortune.

Three months after you’d vanished, the team received word of your brother’s passing.

Loki’s heart shattered for you. How devastated you must be, losing a loved one so long before their time. He longed to be there for you, to hold you in his arms and bear the weight of your emotions. He’d stay awake with you all night if it would help you to grieve.

But you weren’t here, and he couldn’t go to you. How could he, if there was a chance that you just wanted to be alone with your family during this time?

Loki waited patiently for you to return after that. As the days wore on, he began to lose hope that he’d ever see you again. If he could only reach out to you, to hear your voice and know you were ok, he could rest easier at night. But Stark was adamant about keeping your contact information private – he assured everyone (especially Loki) that you’d return when you were ready.

Six months after the day you’d disappeared, you finally returned.

He had to actively restrain himself from leaping to his feet the moment you appeared in the doorway to the common room at Stark's side. The only reason he succeeded in doing so was the fact that you were smiling, greeting everyone warmly after so many months apart. Still, there was an unfamiliar look to your face. You appeared exhausted, weary beyond your years. He supposed you may simply be tired after making the long trip back to the tower from your hometown. He tried not to dwell on it, but vowed that he'd keep an eye on you over the coming days as you readjusted to life with the Avengers.

That first evening you'd returned, you sat down to dinner with the team. Normally you were a ball of energy, a central part of the conversations around the table. Tonight, you just seemed out of place – a puzzle piece with a broken edge that just didn’t nestle into it’s space the way it used to. There was a hollow look in your eyes as you wordlessly ate your meal, picking up your plate the moment you’d finished and disappearing into the kitchen to clean up. Loki saw your back retreating down the hallway toward your room when he stood minutes later to clear his own plate. He heard a distant door thump shut, followed by an eerie silence in the hall where you’d stood.

The days that followed weren’t much better. When you weren’t working with Stark to get his life organized, you spent the majority of your time hidden away in your bedroom. It became few and far between that Loki would see you at mealtimes, and when you did grace the team with your presence, you barely said two words during the entire meal.

Days progressed to weeks, and still you were so withdrawn. You’d stopped cooking, except for those nights when Tony specifically requested it. Even then, you didn’t make the comforting dishes you used to cook. Loki never saw you come out to the common room with your guitar any longer. He wasn’t even sure that you played in private, realizing he never heard the strumming tunes through your bedroom door when he happened to pass by.

Those late-night conversations he’d grown to love were no longer. On days that Loki felt the strain of being around his infuriatingly upbeat brother for too long, he couldn’t bring himself to reach out to you as he once did. You were clearly still dealing with your own emotions, and he couldn’t bear to burden you with his own, lest you collapse under the weight of it all. He’d never thought of you as fragile before you’d left. Now, you were only a shell of the person you once were, a ghost of the vibrant girl Loki had begun to fall for. He missed that girl. Norns, he missed that laugh, that smile.

After over a month of watching you recede further and further into yourself, in a moment of weakness, Loki couldn’t stop himself from knocking on your bedroom door one afternoon. He heard shuffling on the other side of the door before it swung open, revealing you on the other side. You offered him a weak smile, tilting your head in confusion to ask what he needed.

“Might I come in?” he asked gently. Furrowing your brow, you nodded, stepping aside so he could step into your room. You closed the door behind you before returning to your bed, taking a seat on the edge and scooting back to lean against the wall.

“What’s going on, Loki?”

The haunted look in your eyes only served to twist the dagger further into Loki’s heart. He ached for you, desperate to find some way to bring back the vivacious, brilliant girl you once had been. But he couldn’t help if he didn’t know what was truly wrong. His mouth felt dry as he forced himself to ask the question he’d been so eager to ask since the moment you came back.

“Are you alright?”

The corner of your mouth turned upward in a poor attempt to smile as you began to nod. Slowly, the darkness clouded over your face, and you stopped nodding your head. Your eyes met Loki’s, shimmering with tears that threatened to dampen the soft skin of your cheeks.

“No.”

Your chin tilted down toward your lap, a few thin streams of salty tears spilling over despite your attempt to blink them away. A quiet sob wracked your body, shoulders shaking with shuddering breaths. Without thinking about the implications, Loki sat down beside you on the bed and slid an arm around your shoulders. At the feeling of his touch, you practically melted into his side, burying your face in his chest and allowing the sobs to overtake you. His heart was tearing inside of him, devastated that you'd been feeling so much pain and yet you'd born it all alone for these last few months. He'd lay down his life if only to take the pain away. For now, he'd have to settle for simply holding you while you released the emotions you'd pent up inside of you for so long.

Loki was patient, holding you silently in his arms until you began to pull away a bit. Your face was stained with tears, eyes puffy and nose damp, but at least you were no longer crying. He saw your jaw tense as you looked away, realizing that you'd allowed him to see you in such a low, weak state.

"Sorry. I'm a mess."

"Don't apologize. Please." He allowed you to pull away from his embrace, feeling a sense of loss the moment his arms were no longer encasing you close to his chest. "What is it that troubles you?"

"I'm not sure how to explain..." you mumbled, wiping your face with the heel of your hand. With a flick of his wrist, Loki conjured a box of tissues for you and pressed it silently into your lap. You chuckled a little at that. "Thanks." You tugged a tissue out of the box, dabbing the corners of your eyes to dry them as you took a deep, steadying breath. "It's just... ever since my brother... died... it's like a darkness just flooded inside of me."

"You must miss him terribly," Loki acknowledged gently.

"I do, of course. But this feeling... I've experienced grief in my life before, and this isn't it. Grief hits in waves. It comes and goes when a memory hits particularly hard, or an activity as simple as baking cookies triggers a pang of sadness. But this... it's constant. I just feel so... tired, and... sad, and... I don't know. I spend so much of my day just lying here because I can't convince myself to get up and do something. The idea of it just exhausts me. Even the things I used to love to do." You let out a slow breath. "I hate feeling this way."

Loki listened intently, never once interjecting to provide his own thoughts. You needed to talk, and he needed to listen. When you'd finally paused for longer than a moment, he spoke. "What can I do?"

You looked up at him with watery eyes, a sad smile crossing your face. "I don't think there's anything anyone can do. I have to fight these demons myself." Chuckling to yourself, you looked down to your hands wrung in your lap. "My therapist keeps telling me to break the cycle, to force myself to get out and do things, to break this routine of lying around in bed and feeling numb. She says it gets easier every time. But I just can't convince myself to do it."

"Then let me assist you."

Your eyes darted up to meet Loki's again, a bewildered look on your face. "What do you mean?"

"You said you need convincing. And I happen to be quite persistent. Let me help give you a reason to leave this prison you've locked yourself in every once in a while." He gazed at you hopefully, trying to convey the honesty in his offer in his expression. Your eyes softened a bit as you realized he was being genuine.

"Well... I suppose it can't hurt. And my therapist will be happy to hear someone's looking after me."

"Then it's settled. I'll hold you accountable for following your therapist's recommendations. We'll do it together." Loki's heart swelled as you smiled at him in silent thanks, reaching over and grasping his hand to give it a squeeze. "What would you like to do first?"

"How about you choose? The thought of doing anything besides lying here just isn't appealing to me."

"Then I shall take you for a walk through the city tomorrow morning. And I won't take no for an answer." He rose to his feet, turning to face you. "I shall stop by tomorrow around nine. Don't forget to dress warmly for the weather - it's quite cold outside for you frail mortals."

You cracked a genuine smile at his jest, although it was much weaker than the bright smiles you used to have. "Sorry I don't have the blood of a frost giant coursing through my veins."

"Ouch. That was cold, darling."

You chuckled at his awful wordplay, shaking your head. He turned and exited your room, then; telling himself over and over in his head that he'd return for you in the morning to will himself to leave.

Loki kept his promise, arriving at your door at nine on the dot. He heard you shout a muffled 'come in' and opened the door to find you still lying under the covers. Brow furrowed, he approached the side of your bed and sat down on the edge, resting a firm hand on your shoulder.

"Are you feeling ill?"

"No... Loki, can we do this tomorrow? I'm not ready to get out and about today. I'm just exhausted."

"I told you yesterday, I won't take no for an answer. Come. I'll find you something warm to wear." Loki busied himself skimming through your closet, finding a warm jacket and returning to your bedside to hand it to you. You'd sat up at least, though you'd made little progress in actually getting out of bed.

"I'm still in my pajamas."

"Then tell me where you keep your casual clothing." Reluctantly, you directed him to the second drawer down in your dresser, and he removed a pair of jeans and tossed them on the bedspread. "There, now. Go change - I'll wait right here for you."

Grumbling a bit, you slowly turned to dangle your legs over the edge of the bed, shivering as your bare feet met the chill of the hardwood floor. You grabbed the pair of jeans and the jacket and shuffled into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Loki was pleased to hear the sink water running, followed by the scratching sound of your toothbrush. At least he'd succeeded in convincing you to get ready.

Moments later, you reappeared wearing the pair of jeans, zipping the jacket up over your oversized pajama T-shirt. You pulled out a pair of socks from your drawer yourself, putting them and your sneakers on your feet before straightening yourself to look at Loki.

"Alright. Let's get this over with."

"Darling - had I known you dreaded my company so much, I wouldn't have forced myself upon you."

"That's not - ugh, you jerk," you groaned, a grin tugging at your lips when you realized he was only teasing. Loki offered you his arm, which you took after a moment's hesitation. He led you out of your bedroom and through the tower to the lobby, exiting through the front door into the cold winter air.

The streets were bustling with activity, going into the holiday season. Crowds flocked the sidewalks and filed in and out of the department stores and shops. Traffic crawled slower than usual along the busy streets, constantly pausing for crossing pedestrians or simply to view the Christmas decorations while the line of cars behind slammed on their horns. The sky was overcast, the stale threat of snow looming in the air. Normally Loki didn't much like wandering the streets of New York this time of year, but he was more than willing to subject himself to the unruly crowds if it meant getting you out and about.

"Would you prefer to go into some of the stores, or would you rather just wander the city?" Loki asked.

"Mm... let's just walk around. I'm not up to socializing."

"Fair enough." He led you across a crosswalk, turning to head down one of the less crowded streets.

The bounce you normally had in your step was absent today, your shoes dragging slowly along the concrete beneath your feet. Loki slowed down to match your pace, not wanting to rush you. A solid portion of your weight leaned against Loki's arm, but he didn't mind - he'd carry you if only it meant you were making one step toward feeling better.

"Can we head back?" you asked a few blocks down.

"If you insist, then yes. I've succeeded in getting you out of the house." Loki paused, making a 180 to return the way you came. "I know you don't want to socialize, but would it help if I talked? I could tell you stories of Asgard."

"Maybe... it's worth a try," you agreed hesitantly.

And so he did. He recalled tales of his childhood, falling back into his old habits. Stories of growing up in the palace of Asgard, of his antics with his boisterous older brother. The longer he spoke, the less you seemed to lean on him. The scuffling sound of your feet against the sidewalk faded as you gained a little perk in your step, albeit small. It lifted some of the heaviness off Loki's chest.

When you'd reached the tower again, Loki began to lead you back inside. You stopped him, tilting your head toward the street.

"Why don't we do one more short lap around the block?" you suggested earnestly. Loki smiled, redirecting you in the direction you'd requested.

And so, the pair of you fell into a routine. Loki came to your door each morning at the same time, insisting you get yourself out of bed and accompany him for a walk around the city. As the days passed, it became less cumbersome to convince you to join him. Your walks became longer, and you stopped asking to turn around and go back, knowing he would eventually lead you home.

The morning that he arrived at your door, knocking only to find you already standing on the other side dressed and ready, he could have kissed you he was so happy. Your eyes were beginning to regain that brightness they once bore, and you weren't so hollow-appearing as you were the day you arrived back at the tower. Loki knew very well he was not the sole reason for your improved mood - you'd told him on many mornings that you were still attending therapy and working through your depression. He didn't care. The only thing that mattered to him was you were slowly becoming the girl he'd been missing so much these many months. You were feeling better.

One morning, the pair of you passed by a small café on your walk. It was you who'd suggested stopping inside and grabbing a bite to eat. Who was Loki to deny you that? So, he accompanied you for breakfast and coffee, enjoying the view as he sat across the table and watched you reacting to his stories. There was more animation in your facial expressions, a brightness to your smile and a sparkle in your eyes. He even succeeded in making you laugh a couple of times. Norns, he hadn't realized how desperately he'd missed that melodic sound. It was weaker than the bubbly laugh he once knew, but it was more than he could possibly ask for.

You began suggesting other activities besides your daily walks, feeling more open to getting out and about. Loki took you Christmas shopping one day, wandering the aisles of the department stores and smaller shops while you selected gifts for your family from the shelves. Another day, you asked to visit the museum for the afternoon. You strolled by Loki's side, hand linked through his arm as you often did, viewing the many paintings and sculptures the museum had to offer.

Slowly, you began to rejoin the team's social gatherings. You stuck to simple movie nights at first, where you could sit and be present with your friends without the pressure of having to engage in conversation. Loki was pleased to find you always sought a seat beside him, that he could be your source of comfort as you made these difficult steps forward. You eased yourself back into the team, finding your place in the puzzle. At first, it was only small, inconsequential conversations that you were willing to sit through, but over time you began to socialize and converse for longer periods with the others. The fire inside you was beginning to catch once again - you surprised everyone from time to time with a witty retort or a teasing remark. They stopped being so gentle with you, because you didn't want to be treated as fragile. You still weren't completely back to the person you once were, and maybe you never would be. But you were present, and you would smile and laugh, and you would chatter normally with the team. That was enough for Loki - knowing you were feeling better.

Loki was surprised to find you alone in the common room one evening standing by the bare Christmas tree. There were piles of ornaments and lights and garland strewn about on the furniture and floor, and you held a strand of lights in your two hands as you carefully draped it over the branches.

"I may not be well versed in Midgardian traditions, but I thought decorating the Christmas tree was supposed to be done with others," Loki noted, striding over to join you. You turned and smiled warmly at your companion.

"Well, the others have been so busy with missions and such, I thought I'd get it decorated to surprise everyone." You held out the end of the strand of lights toward him. "You're welcome to help, if you want."

"I can't say that I know what I'm doing, but I will certainly try."

You guided him on the best method for wrapping the lights around the tree, stepping around the back to take the strand from him and continue hanging it on the other side. The pair of you finished hanging the lights, and you plugged the end in immediately to observe the warm, white glow emanating through the branches.

Loki watched in enamored amusement as you observed the tree from top to bottom, your tongue protruding slightly out of the corner of your mouth as you pondered. You stepped forward and adjusted one of the middle strands a bit, stepping back to admire your work once again.

"I hadn't realized there was such a science to this process," he teased.

"Oh, I will not allow a tree to be decorated to anything less than perfection," you responded proudly. "My family always thought I was crazy, but then they saw the end result and always admitted that I was right for being so particular. My brother..." Your voice trailed off, a pained look crossing your face. Loki set his hand on your shoulder to help ground you.

"You must miss him this time of year."

"I do." You took a slow, shuddering breath. "But... he wouldn't want me to be sad. It would break his heart if he knew how dark my world became for so long after he passed."

"I think you're quite right. He would want you to be happy."

"Yeah." You turned to look at Loki, a slight shimmer in your eyes from tears that never quite spilled over. "He'd have loved you. He would be so happy to know I had someone like you looking after me. I don't know if I ever said this, but... thank you. For not giving up on me."

Loki frowned, his brow furrowed. "I could never give up on you. I lo... I... care about you." Trying to recover from his near slip of the tongue, he grinned. "Besides, who else would challenge me and banter with me the way you do?"

"Nobody, I suppose." With a smirk, you added, "None of the others can tolerate you long enough to banter with you."

"Oh-ho, a bit of bite to you today, I see," Loki chuckled.

"I may look harmless, but I can be deadly," you quipped, your grin widening. "Alright, enough chit-chat - grab one of those strands of garland, will you?"

"Yes, madam," he replied facetiously, following your directions.

The pair of you conversed and laughed as you carefully hung the garland and ornaments on the tree. You frequently scolded Loki for placing two ornaments too close together, hurrying over to adjust them before he 'ruined the aesthetic.' He began to do it on purpose when he realized he was getting such a rise out of you, occasionally hanging two on the same branch while your back was turned. Your eyes were sharp, and you noticed almost immediately when you'd turned around, quickly rectifying his heinous error and lecturing him once again. It was the most like your normal self he'd seen you in so many months. Perhaps he was acting a bit more irritating than usual, just to keep you in this wonderfully feisty mood you were in.

Once you'd adjusted all of Loki's decorating to your heart's content, you stood back to admire the work you'd done. You pressed a finger to your chin as you scrutinized every branch. Loki waited patiently for your verdict.

"Yes, this is good. We can add the star on top now."

"Oh, wonderful. I'm pleased that my decorating work has lived up to your standards."

You turned to grin at him. "Oh, your decorating was atrocious. I just fixed it all."

"Ouch. You wound me, darling." Loki watched as you picked up the tree topper out of its box, turning to stand beside the tree on your tip toes while you reached for the uppermost branch.

"Hmmph... I can't quite... I'm not tall enough. Get me a stool, will you?"

"How about this?" Loki snuck up behind you and grabbed you around the waist, lifting you off the ground. You shrieked, your arm whipping down to your side instead of placing the star on top of the tree. He was confused only for a moment, before quickly realizing what had led to your sudden reaction. To confirm, he contracted his fingertips into your sides where his hands rested just once, watching you buckle under his touch.

"Loki! Puhut me down!" you demanded.

"Why, certainly, darling." He set your feet down on the floor, immediately slipping his hands around your waist and pulling you back against his chest so he could dig his fingers into your sides with more intent.

"Psshhaha shihit Loki!" you spluttered, lamenting the fact he'd discovered this little fact about you.

"How delightful this is," Loki teased you, wrapping one arm tighter around your waist to get a better hold so he could claw at your belly with the other. He was pleased to hear your radiant laughter pitch up, accompanied by a squeak each time his fingers swept over the skin above your navel. He refocused all efforts there, increasing the pace as he scratched into the fabric of your shirt over the sensitive spot. "If only I'd known you were ticklish sooner, I'd have used this to silence your scolding."

"Hehey!! Yohou - ahah - you knew yohou were screwing uhup the ornaments!"

"Are you insinuating I'd ruin your decorating on purpose?" He squeezed the thumb of his other hand into your hip where it rested, and you twisted harshly away from his touch. Chuckling, he brought his other hand down to your opposite hip to torment both simultaneously.

"HAH... yehehes I AM!"

You stubborn thing.

"It's unwise to antagonize me in such a precarious position," he warned, pressing his thumbs harder into your hipbones. You grasped at his hands with your free one, the tree topper still grasped tightly in your other hand.

"L-Loki! Ihif I drop this ahand breheak it, I'm SOHOHO telling Tony it was yohour fault!!"

Loki paused in his attack, feeling your muscles relax underneath his forearms as you caught your breath. He held you tight to his chest with one arm looped around the smallest part of your waist, reaching for the star with his free hand. When you realized what he was doing, you jerked it out of his reach, holding it as far out in front of you as possible.

"Uh-uh! This is my only protection against your full-blown torment - I'm not losing my leverage!"

"I had no intentions to exert 'full-blown torment' on you, as you call it, but since you've suggested it..." He lunged forward to lean around your body and reach out for the tree topper, pinching at your ribs underneath your outstretched arm with the hand around your waist. You barked out a laugh, your arm shaking as you tried so desperately to ignore your instincts to slam it down to protect your side.

"Noho way!! Now yohou're DEFINITELY nohot taking this from mehe!"

"Oh, I'll get it from you, make no mistake about that," Loki hummed, lowering his head so his lips were just by your ear. He allowed his fingers at your ribs to crawl higher, amused to the core at how your fight to keep the tree topper out of his reach slowly faltered the higher his fingers traveled. With a smirk, he suddenly skipped over four or five ribs to shoot his hand up to the soft space under your arm, scratching with two fingers. You shrieked in surprise, arm naturally clamping down against your side to block his tickling fingers.

"NOHO!" You tried holding tightly to the bottom of the tree topper as Loki's fingers closed around the other side. He tugged gently, not wanting to break it and earn himself a scolding from the hot-tempered billionaire. Instead, he rapidly dug his fingertips into your highest ribs, successfully getting you to weaken your grasp from ticklish laughter enough for him to remove the ornament from your hand.

"There we are." He stilled his fingers as he looked around, suddenly dragging you backward a bit with him so he could set the tree topper down safely on the coffee table. Once it was safely set down, he returned his full attention to you, currently squirming to escape his hold. “Now then - where were we?”

“You were about to go get me a stool so I can put up the tree topper.”

“Mm, no, that wasn’t it. Ah, I remember. I was about to inflict ‘full-blown torment’ on you, as you so kindly requested.”

“What?! I did NOT-TAHAHAH HEHEHEY NOHO FAIR!!” Loki cut you off mid protest with a well-placed kneading of your ribs on the previously neglected side, his other fingers renewing their efforts to tickle underneath your arm.

“I think this is quite fair after all your incessant chastising of my decorating skills.” The resounding laughter he was pulling from you in these two spots was endearing, intoxicating, even. After so many months, he’d sorely missed the sound. Having an excuse to wrap you up in his arms... well, he certainly wasn't complaining about that.

"Thehen... MAHAYBE you should WOHORK on the-HEM!!"

Loki feigned a gasp of offense, digging deeper into the crevices between your ribs where you seemed to be exceedingly ticklish. He forewent his efforts underneath your other arm, methodically pinching and scratching his way along your ribs on the other side to seek out more weak spots that would elicit those beautiful giggles of yours. Your hands shoved and swatted feebly at his, your strength slowly ebbing away from the exertion of your laughter.

"Regretting your insolence yet, darling?"

"Is - HA - ihis thihis what you call fuHULL blown t-TORMehent?"

Loki relented for a moment, leaning over your shoulder to look at your face in surprise. He was met with a truly wonderful sight - your face was rosy, nose wrinkled and cheeks elevated from the giant, ticklish smile on your face. It had been far too long since he'd seen you looking this at ease, too many months without that gorgeous smile in his life. How fortunate he was to have you back.

Still, your surprising resilience warranted addressing, and most certainly more teasing. Clearly you were enjoying this as much as he was if you were this brazen as to continue to poke the bear when you were at an obvious disadvantage.

"Are you honestly challenging me? Do you truly want to know no mercy?"

"That's not what I..."

"Oh it's far too late to take it back, darling. I'm not one to back down from a challenge. You, of all people, should be aware of this."

With that, he tackled you to the ground, careful to keep your landing soft. Before you could attempt to flee, he resumed his ticklish onslaught, scribbling randomly up and down both sides. You screeched and tried to curl in on yourself, but he expertly evaded your knees and hands, slipping past your defenses to claw at your belly and pinch at the fronts of your ribs.

"How's this for 'full-blown torment' hmm? Is this sufficient for you?" Loki much preferred this angle - he could see your face now as your eyes scrunched closed and an impossibly wide, toothy grin spread across your face.

"I-hi... I've seen WOHORSE!"

He tutted at you. "Foolish girl. It's as though you're asking for me to tickle you." Noticing the way your knees were bent to protect your stomach, he grabbed hold of both ankles to straighten them out with the intent of pinning them down out of his way. The sudden wide-eyed look you gave him when his fingers closed around your ankles gave him another idea. "Oh-ho! What do we have here?"

"L-Loki, w-wait," you began to plead, "I'm sorry, your torment was plenty sufficient..."

"Ahh... where's that bite in you now, little tiger?" Loki let out a deep, rumbling laugh intended to further unnerve you. "You suddenly sound nervous. Why is that?"

“Wh-what? I’m not nervous,” you insisted, folding your arms defiantly across your chest.

“Really? It seemed as though you were worried I might tickle your feet.”

Your face flushed at his words, a nervous giggle escaping your lips. You clearly weren't upset about the circumstances, given you hadn't really tried to pull away. But he was deathly curious now, given how much sass you'd been dishing out up until this point.

Still, you were trying to throw him off your trail, despite the fact that your face had already betrayed you. "Pshh, I don't know what you mean, Loki. I'm not worried about that."

"Then you won't mind if I go through with it then?"

"N-nope."

His eyes never left yours, smirking wickedly as he forced a slight bend into your knees so he could trap your ankles in the crook of his elbow. He knew you couldn't see past his arm to know where his free hand was, and based on the anxious grin on your face, it was making you quite nervous.

"Your face betrays you, darling. You may as well admit this is your weak spot."

You gasped indignantly, opening your mouth to argue with him. At that same moment, he sneakily brought his fingers down against the bottoms of your feet, fluttering along the length of your soles just once. Even that made you shriek and giggle, jerking your legs sharply.

"Ohokay! You're right, I admit it!" you pleaded, still giggling hysterically at just the sensation of his fingertips resting on your foot.

"You seem to be under the impression that your admission is going to stop me." He was having far too much fun teasing you now, making you anxious with anticipation. You suddenly made your eyes go all soft and wide, your bottom lip protruding ever so slightly as you fought to wipe the grin off your face in favor of a pouting frown. Loki laughed heartily at your expression. "Dear girl, are you trying to guilt me into releasing you? It won't work."

You scoffed. "Well it was worth a tr-AHAHAH LOHOHOKI!!" He suddenly started scratching rapidly at the bottom of your feet, and you burst into immediate hysterics. Throwing your head back, you gave a few solid tugs against his hold before going limp and simply accepting your ticklish fate. With a bit of experimenting, Loki discovered a spot right along the outer edges of your feet, laughing evilly as he scratched with just two fingers along the spot that had you writhing.

When you tapped your palm on the floor in defeat, he skittered his fingertips one last time up the length of your feet before releasing your ankles. Loki chuckled warmly as you pulled your feet in close to your body, wrapping your arms around your knees as the last of your giggles escaped your lips. Your hair was tousled a bit from your struggle, shirt wrinkled slightly, but that smile still hadn't faded from your face.

You coughed a bit as you caught your breath, finally glancing up at Loki through eyes blurred with tears, not of sadness but of mirth. "Gohods, Loki... I haven't laughed like that in such a long time."

"I missed your laugh." The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he'd even thought about the implications. You didn't seem to react to his slip - at least, not negatively.

"I missed it too. It feels good to laugh again."

"Am I hearing you giving me explicit permission to tickle you whenever you seem to need a laugh?" Loki asked facetiously. You tensed your arms around your legs at the suggestion, eyes widening.

"Noho!" you exclaimed nervously. Then, your face morphed from a nervous expression to a new one, one Loki rarely had seen on your face - you looked a bit sheepish. "Well... it wasn't all that bad, I guess."

He grinned, rising from the floor and offering you a hand up. You grasped his hand, sending sparks up Loki's arm as your skin touched his own. As he pulled you to your feet, he winked at you cheekily. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

"Wha- I don't... that's not..."

"You seem flustered, darling."

"Shut up, you." You narrowed your eyes playfully, a slight grin tugging at your lips. Turning around, you picked up the tree topper from the table where Loki had placed it in your scuffle. "Do you think you can lift me up there without tickling me this time? Or do I need to go get a stool myself."

"I'll be careful," Loki promised.

You resumed your position in front of the Christmas tree, and Loki stepped up behind you. Firmly, he placed both hands on either side of your waist, taking care not to dig his fingers into your sides as he hoisted you up off the floor. His heart swelled as you giggled, not from ticklishness but from the simple action of Loki lifting you off the ground.

"Alright - hold me steady." With a flourish, you placed the star on top of the tree, straightening it before nodding to Loki to let you down. Feet planted firmly on the ground, you gazed up at the tree to admire all your hard work. "Beautiful. It's perfect in every way, don't you think?"

You turned to look at Loki, beaming with pride. As you gazed at him, and he gazed at you, you slowly began to adopt that sheepish look on your face once again. This time, though, Loki felt his own face begin to warm as he mirrored your sheepish look.

"Uh... thanks for helping me with this. It was... a lot more fun with you here," you thanked him shyly.

"It was my pleasure."

The pair of you fell silent for a few moments, the air heavy with things unsaid. You opened your mouth once or twice as though to speak, but you immediately closed it once again with a nervous scrunching of your eyes. Seeing how conflicted you appeared, Loki reached over and grabbed your hand in his.

"What is it, darling?"

"It's... well, it's just been a really long time since I felt any sort of happiness. Like, my mind has been clouded with this tumultuous sadness for so many months. But with you... I guess you've just keep me grounded in all this. And... I'm happier when I'm around you."

With a smile, Loki stepped forward and wrapped you up in his arms in a tight embrace. Your arms looped around his waist, your face pressing into his shoulder as he cradled the back of your head gently against his body.

You'd experienced such turmoil in your life. But if he had his way, Loki would always be there to keep you grounded, to hold you steady through the storms life brought your way.

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